| An Interview With Vancouver Angela 2002-12-03 22:01:58 Angela (pinups@telus.net) writes Duc 12/18/02: Ok, I have had enough of the flakey girls in this biz. You are ruinng things for me! I really want to make it big in this biz, but because of all the girls out there who in it for the money, I can't be taken seriously! I have a university degree, arrive EARLY for my shoots, don't bitch, don't complain and take this work SERIOUSLY! If you ask me what I want out of the biz I will tell you straight up... I want to be up there with the top girls. I'm not in this for money nor do I plan on being in this short term, I plan on my making this my LIFE! But because of all the girls out there (and there are a TON of you!) who show up late for shoots or not at all, I'm having to work my ass off (no pun intended) to be taken seriously. I love this industry and I live in Vancouver BC where it is just starting to take off. The boys at Firm Productions, a GREAT Vancouver based company, know how serious I am about this biz and what my dreams and aspirations are...they take me SERIOUSLY! All I'm asking is that all the companies out there that I try to get in contact with...PLEASE... I'm begging you! Take me serious! I love sex and the camera and will work my ass off for you. As for the FLAKES, if you are in this biz just for the money, get the hell out and leave this work to the girls who really want to be here for the long term. Kisses Victoria-Lee *PORN STAR IN THE MAKING!* David Hoffman is whacked. Unfortunately he is slightly obsessed with me. I wanted to keep things on a friendship level. He reacted not so kindly, saying I was a "selfish little bitch" because I don't want to sleep with him. He thinks because I do porn I will sleep with anyone! BOY IS HE WRONG! (David Hoffman responds: "It is tempting to publically respond to Angela's comments. But then, I don't believe the internal affairs of people's personal relationships should be aired in public. While the reader might be enlightened via the explanations I would propound in reply to some of these soundbites, I don't want to turn this into the Jerry Springer Show. "Angie made those statements, because she doesn't understand that when you make such comments about your friends to others, behind their back, and especially to strangers, you automatically disrespect the sacredness of that friendship, lowering what should be a sanctified relationship to the level of carnival cheapness. "I thought our friendship - despite its ups and downs - meant more to Angie.") Duc phones: "When did you get into porn?" Angela: "I did my first shoot last November with photographer Eddie Martinez of Prime Productions. I never signed a model release. Now he's been hounding me to sign a model release but the pictures are horrible and I don't want them out there. It was a horrible shoot. The make-up was crappy. His website is not even up and running. He's flakey. "After that, I laid low. I planned my strategies. I know the business if fickle and you have to be careful who you work with. I worked with Dave Burgess. He's been shooting for five years. He has amazing content. He knows nothing about the industry. He doesn't know how to sell his content. He knows nothing about the internet. "I've worked for Brad Shaw's company Global. I'm just finishing up my first video, my first DP (double penetration), for Firm Productions. I shot with two young hot guys and we're going to finish it up on the 27th. They're looking for perfection because they want to take the scene to Vegas. The shoot went on really long and everyone got tired so we're going back to finish up. It was my first time being DP'd." Luke: "How do you know David Hoffman?" Angela: "I met David on the AVN website. I'd put postings up there wanting to learn about the adult industry. I didn't want to just jump in and take any work that was available. He had a posting up looking for a roommate. I thought I might move down to LA. I know now I don't have to move down [to LA] for work. We started corresponding by email and we talked by phone. I thought he was really nice. A California friend. "We constantly got into heated arguments because he wanted in my pants and I wanted to keep things on a friendship level. He blew up at me recently. "After he posted the article on your site, he had the gall to email me... I've told him, flat out, I'm just not sexually interested in you. I've built a friendship with someone and I can't get past that. He went off and told me that I couldn't even give him a sympathy lay. He told me I was a selfish little bitch. He's left me alone since. "He can't leave things alone. He'll throw up everything from the past when he emails me. He won't move on. He likes to get bitter. He's very controversial and that's not my bag." Luke: "Are you going to move to LA?" Angela: "I love Vancouver. This is my home. "This industry is hard. Many of the companies are flakey. I'm serious about it. I do lots of research. I'm constantly finding out my shoots are cancelled because so-and-so is sick or a girl didn't show up. "I go to the shoot early. I'm never late. It seems that all these girls are just in it for the money. They want to do a couple of quick shoots, make the money and get out. "The stigma drives me crazy that all these people are in it because they've been sexually abused, raped, drug problems. I'm not any of that. I'm Catholic-raised. I went to private school. I went straight into university. I have a university degree (kinesiology). I've never been jobless. I don't drink. I don't fit into the norm. I feel like I am banging my head against the wall constantly with this whole porn thing." Luke: "Why would you want to get into porn anyway?" Angela: "I've always been fascinated by porn. I've never seen it as a dirty sex. Jenna Jameson and Alisha Klass are icons to me. And it's one of the only industries that's run by women." Luke: "It's run by men." Angela: "No, it's run by women. If it weren't for women, there would be no porn." Luke: "But all the people who have the money and power are the men." Angela: "Well, in some ways, yeah, but they can't shoot it without the women." Luke: "You also worked as an escort." Angela: "It's not my bag. I had a few problems with other girls. They thought I was stealing their clients. Most of the girls I worked with were flakey airheads who couldn't hold a conversation. Not all guys just want to get laid. They want someone they can talk to. Someone you can go out in public with who doesn't look obviously like an escort. It was too much of a catfight." Luke: "How many guys have you slept with in your life?" Angela: "In the thirties." Luke: "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" Angela: "Eighteen." Luke: "How would your family feel if they found out about your porn career?" Angela: "I would be in big s---. I'm probably going to get disowned and I'm mentally prepared for that." Luke: "Is it worth it?" Angela: "It is and it isn't. My brother and my Dad support the porn industry. They buy porn mags. They rent porn videos. They're saying they support the porn industry so what's the problem with me doing porn? I've already had this argument with them because I've spoken hypothetically about the porn industry with them. And I was told flat out, I will disown you. "I'm getting frustrated. I want to get really big in the industry. There are so many girls in it now and people are so into shooting content they don't give a damn about quality girls. They just want fresh faces all the time - even if it means a girl comes in, shoots once, gets a pay check and gets out. It would be so nice if someone would just take me seriously. I think they just think I'm like every other girl out there and I'm so not like that. I'm giving it a year and if I'm not taken seriously, I'm walking away." David Hoffman writes 12/3/02: My brother said "Oye Vay (that's Yiddish for the dialectically uninformed), you don't want a girl like that." "Yes I do," I retorted. You must understand that I have always been fascinated by extremely well-liberated women. The first girl who ever pegged me as pubescent stud material was a beautiful 15 year-old nymphomaniac. She saddled up to me one day at the school lunch table, sitting there all quiet, hot and sexy, eyeing a painfully shy 15 year-old who lacked so much as a carnal clue. "So what about sex?" she said, in the middle of my tunafish sandwich. I had just transferred from military school. I didn't know anything about girls. I almost fell off my chair. It would take Cindy a long time to bring me out of the shell a cold, distant home-life and nine years in a military school had put me in (not to mention the drugs, but that's another story). Which brings me to my latest attempt at nymphomaniacally emancipating relationships: Angela. Angie saddled up to me one day in cyberspace, that nebulous arena of mysteriously ephemeral relationships. Angie's own nymphomania came about comparatively late in life. An appropriately repressive Catholic upbringing had put libidinous dampers on her... until college, when her libido went appropriately wild. University educated with a degree in Personal Fitness, Angie decided, appropriately enough, to become a porn star. She said it had something to do with the Playboy she spied when she was five. As for me, I wanted to be an erotic photographer (an "erographer" as my brother put it). We were astrologically compatible: a 24 year-old goat and a 41 year-old fish. Angie and I hit it off immediately. It was a match made in cyberwebporn heaven. For me, a girl like Angela represents a lifetime of erotic fantasies that I could have but never did fulfill. A girl who loves it anally. A girl who likes DP. A girl who smiles wryly at the thought of doing it with a group of hot, horny guys. "You don't want a girl like that." "Yes I do." Angie would become my test-case. That is, could a porn actress be a good friend? So far, all the porners I had met had been flakes - especially the girls. For me, Angie teetered precariously on the precipice between flakiness and friendship. She was there for me... theoretically. I fantasized about what it would be like to marry Angela... "Hi dear, I'm home." "How was your day, sweetheart?" "Well, I boffed 12 guys, then they all came in my mouth. It was great." "That's nice sweetheart. Dinner will be ready soon. Here, have some salty yogurt while you wait." I imagined that with my incestuously perverted mind, I could handle anything the erotic world could throw at me. I actually thought gangbangs were kind of cool. To watch my girl being gangbanged would be a turn-on, I thought. Reality is sometimes different. I heard porn relationships often ran afoul of jealously and other typically anthromorphic shortcomings. Still, we made plans to walk that long mile. I was going to risk five years in prison and a $500,000 fine by smuggling Angela into the country (she's from Canada) with a CrackerJack box ring and a drive-through Vegas wedding. In turn, she would shack up with me and we would go into the porn business together. Angie's comely (or is that cumly?) smile would open a lot of doors that had otherwise been closed for me. A little personal tragedy would change things. Angie got dumped by her Canadian suitor (she being the one-and-only true love-of-his-life, he claimed) when his too-tightly-wrapped parents found out Angie wanted to be a porn star. His parents informed Angie's parents - Angie's father being a cop. They were not happy. Angela was devestated. But, not to fear, Angela is quite well, and just did her first major gig with Firm Productions, boffing three firm studs for for Elegant Angel. Elegant Angel is known for their gangbangs. Angie is thrilled. Angela (her proffered stage-name is Victoria-Lee) was raised by good, Christian parents. She had everything she ever wanted, including a college education. She doesn't smoke or do drugs (though she likes to drink a bit. She says it makes her horny. I am therefore busily searching for the appropriate alcohol-induced aphrodisiac.). Angie is the new breed of porn actress - that normal, everyday girl... with a libido gone into warp-drive. Angie and I have been friends for over a year. We've spent nearly $1,000 in long-distance phonecalls. We've developed a relationship... of sorts. We care for each other. But we've never met. Angie's mom (they live in the same building) doesn't like me. She thinks I want to get her daughter into pornography. Excuse me??? If I can take Angela's latest precarious announcement with any seriousness, my wet-dream is coming to LA next month. After a year-and-a-half, what will it be like to finally meet Angela? Will my lonely, erotic fantasies finally be fulfilled? "Gee Dave, I don't want to ruin our friendship by having sex with you," I imagine her saying, right after she boffs 12 salivating studs. "I like our friendship the way it is." The interminable curse of the nice guy. As for me, I'm moving to Europe. I've had it with LA. It's a strange place. I came here to get into a strange business. I'm going to start a shelter for sexually trafficked girls. I'll probably be killed by a 250-pound Russian Mafia goon named Igor, but I figure it's better than being vaporized by one of Al Qaeda's nukes, or dying from a secret genocidal Anthrax vaccine administered by a fascist U.S. government. As for Angela, I hope she has a good time in LA. And please stay away from Max HardCore. |