by Kayden Kross of KaydenKross.com by way of Kylie Ireland’s myspace page
Saturday, September 6, 2008
It’s 12:23 pm and I’m in a trailer that was bought as someone’s wife’s idea of camping but is now doubling as the porn set mother ship. We all start here. We rolled out in it at 8:30 this morning. Aside from a 7-11 stop to substitute for the inconspicuous lack of true coffee we spent the rest of the morning braving potholes that could have enveloped the entire rig and navigating our way past no trespassing signs and wire stringed fences. It was all dirt roads and Joshua trees. And meth labs. I’ve used the word road a bit liberally here. They’re more like wide coyote paths. Roads have purpose and pavement and street signs. We had meandering paths that dead ended into crumbling foundations or other accidental trails. We could see where we wanted to be but it was fenced in. Try backing a 40 ft trailer on sand in the middle of BFE. There have been easier days.
The director decided (wisely) to change the location about 3 hours into the drive so we headed to the second site of the day and made it work. It’s an abandoned mining camp. We went through a town that consisted of motels and trailers and was strangely unpopulated. Not a single person. Upon entering the town the sign on the side of the road said "Welcome to Rosamond– the gateway to progress." David Lord laughed, "guess they progressed right out of here." At this point the gas light was dinging and we needed diesel in a town that had no street signs. The make up artist had downed a five hour energy bottle and was not having an easy time containing herself. I was cycling back and forth between caffeine highs and lows. We finally found diesel and I grabbed another coffee. Almost noon and the day hadn’t started.
It eventually did start with me on a cross. Don’t worry. I know it sounds slightly like a mistruth so I followed up with video footage to prove it. I’ll be uploading it the second I get home. Two hours tied with leather to old railroad posts started to feel like the real thing. Strangely it was one of the few times I actually felt sexy during a shoot. Most of the time I’m worrying about other things or developing body image issues with each subsequent click. It was something about the desert wind and the sun on the inside of my thighs. This is starting to sound too much like a bad romance novel. I’ll stop. Plus I was laying there so long that buzzards started circling above me and it detracted from my fleeting sexy time. It’s going to be gorgeous in the movie though. I’m working with porn artists.
Monday, September 8, 2008
"The 8th Day" is going to be the greatest porn in history. Why? It is owed to us. Blood sweat and tears is why. I’ve produced all three of these things simultaneously on this set multiple times. Pain is why. The tip of my finger is broken from yesterday. Amber worked through a dislocated ligament in her ankle. Eli had a slight incident with a saw. Time. We’ve added on five days to the original schedule. Two full days have been cancelled once we were all on set. We started filming over a month ago and this project was brought to Adam and Eve at the end of last year. The crew is doing 20 hour days– even when we’re not shooting. These last few nights have been spent in remote desert hotels so we would have more time on set in the morning. We are only halfway done.
Last night a group of us trekked down to a 7-11 at two in the morning. One of the cameramen said this is what he missed about porn. These nights. The big budgets with the elaborate sets and the late trips for packaged food and canned beer. The spirit that comes from the knowledge that the only way out is through. We’re wearing shirts with that slogan. They say it’s just porn but that’s an easy thing to lose sight of. It’s no longer just porn to us. We all have the completed project dangling from a stick in our minds. We all have our individual goals. We joke. AVN better notice. XBIZ better notice. No one forgets that it’s going to be beautiful when it’s done. It can’t not be.
An hour ago we lost the girl from today’s scene to an ambulance. We’re guessing heat stroke. It would make sense in the desert in the summer in the middle of the day. One of the crew members is replacing her as I write this. She’s a cute little blond and it’s her first boy girl scene. We all got lucky. Tyler Knight is the one person she desperately wanted to work with.
I had a moment of realization today. Amber was standing on a sand dune in the middle of the desert in a tattered army outfit and combat boots with a camo bag against a washed out blue sky. There were buzzards flying above her and she was covered in dirt. I was covered in dirt. I realized it needed nothing. It was perfect. On a broader scale I realized this has gone above and beyond everything I expected from this industry. Not just this movie. There is so much more to this industry than I knew when I signed up. I signed up for the obvious reasons but I’m emotionally invested in it now. I love being a part of it. I love the projects that become more than just sex to us. I love the pride that goes into it and the detail that very well may go unnoticed. I love the conventions and the touring and the business end of it. And I love the people. Sometimes it hurts like hell but there is nothing like watching it all come together.
www.myspace.com/kaydenkross
oh ffs no one here is a kayden kross fan, leave this crap for the slobbering fan boi’s who want to be myspace friends with her.
if you want to let a pornstar speak here, let it be germy steal and give him the parameters of industry talk only, no conspiracy theories. i could do with an extended dose of steal laffs
Whether this shit they shovel about their smut movie is true or a desperate publicity stunt, one thing is certain: these people are fucking stupid. Porn audience are mostly chronic, dumb masturbators who work shitty minimum paid jobs, live in their parents house or have roomates, have no girl friend, barely get laid and steal porn from the internet because can’t afford to pay for it. They want to see cheap, sick shit, they want to see a middle age, bald, fat asshole doing A2M on a skinny blonde trailer trash in his crappy, crumbling apartment. Why? Because that’s who they can relate to, because they get the feeling that “if this guy can do it, maybe one day I can do it, too.” They don’t care about the story line, wardrobe, production design or any of that shit. To them, porn is about cum filled mouths and gaping assholes. period. Nobody cares to see artistic visionary in a smut movie, because that has no relevance and stroke value, but I know the day some stupid whores and smut peddlers realize and understand this basic and simple fact, will be a cold day in hell.
General, I think that movie is just a ego trip for Eli and Kayden to claim they are making “art”.
Rics, you’re right. Things some whores must do to feel they’re still human.
I’m having a hard time believing a some porn whore strung more than two coherent sentences together that didn’t contain the initials OMG and LOL.
I know serveral porn chicks that can write very well.
The problem is that they hate what they do for a living. Is just that they are too addicted to drugs to quit. And they feel they have fucked up their lives beyond repair. They feel to hopeless to fix their lives. So they bite the bullet and keep going. and even think about suicide.
Too bad.
Reading their private blogs (they never use their myspaces for that) is like reading some 1920s dammend poet or some 1950s beatnick. They are really good. I just hope they live enough to publish.
Oh please Ric if there were good writers, they would be writing professionally! They just took the easy way-out…fucking for a living.
Coby, I guess you have never heard on mental illness them.
Several of the girls never had a chance. They were abused growing up since day one. I guess writting for a living was not in their priorities them. They just wanted to survive the only way she has learnt. Having sex with strangers for money. They ran away from home and survived that way until 18 and got into porn.
They do have tried the civilian thing but getting a holding a job amid serious depression is a bitch. Is easier to fuck for a living.
The other is a severely depressed woman who got into porn in a whim of self hatred and self destruction and might be suicidal.
They might be whores fucking strangers for a living but they are not dumb.
As one of the first group said. “We are broken women”.
Ric, pursuing a career in porn where all your acts are recorded and then dispersed all over the internet for eternity is not a decision an intelligent person would make. There plenty of examples of people with mental illness who have gone through similar situations and didn’t pursue porn as a career path. The majority of porn whores are just drugged-up fuck-ups!!!
But there are many people with mentall illness who do pursue those careers.
While most PW are really dumb and naive, some are not.
I get are not familiar with the mechanisms of some mental illnesses that makes a PW:
A. Crave attention at any cost.
B. Not think about the future.
c. Need to abuse substances to cut the pain.
Add those symptoms and you get future PW material.
And I have spoken with women with similar problems that did not went the porn way. It was just a matter of being in the wrong time, in the wrong place with the wrong men. It was just chance. The throw of a coin.