Between yesterday's post and the last post I made before that, more than a month has gone by. Most of you probably don't care but I feel like filling you in on what's been going on in my world anyway.
Since the last time we spoke, I had just released a scene where I tried to show what a great top I can be (stop laughing) and I told you about my racist slip in the sauna. Well soon after that I attended the GayVN Awards in San Francisco which was... exhausting.
Understand that I have never been to a circuit party, a gay pride parade, or even an industry event in my life. My participation in gay night life consists of Marcus dragging me out to a gay bar once or twice every three months and going home before midnight.
It's not that I don't enjoy it. I do. And yes, I usually get some desperately wanted attention from a handful of hot boys, hot drunk boys, and hot drunk boys who are slutty (in that, I'm going to suck you off in the bathroom stall, kind of way). What's more enjoyable than that you ask? Sitting at home playing Resident Evil 5 on my PlayStation 3, not going deaf from incredibly bad remixes of already shitty pop songs that make me want to gouge my eyes out. Not screaming, "DO YOU WANT TO FUCK?!", to the man-candy who's groping my ass, standing right beside me, just so that he can respond with, "WHAT DID YOU SAY!? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!", and then having the ick-worthy creeper to my left hear me repeat the question and interject "I'VE GOT A BIG DICK FOR YOUR ASS, BOY!" No thank you.
The GayVN weekend was not that kind of weekend. It was basically a weekend-long industry event centered around gay porn catered to the sluts who make it and the perverts who buy and sell it. Each event was so overcrowded with hunky porn models (and guys hotter than porn models) that there wasn't any room left for the "ick-worthy creepers" who would otherwise be there, butting in on conversations and saying things that I don't want to hear. I met many people, made a few friends, attempted to have sex with all of them, and failed miserably.
Not that this will surprise anyone but what you are about to read is both slutty and desperate. Here it goes:
I met Shane Frost, he's such a bottom. A dirty nasty whorey bottom with a flaming addiction to all things that glitter. ( He didn't have sex with me. Can you tell that I'm bitter?) And he wants you to vote for him HERE.
I met Jay and Paul from TheSword.com - I don't know what they are position wise. I'm not sure if they even like boys. I just know that Paul's penis is supposedly 8 inches in length and that he is a tease. They came back to our hotel room but left without taking off any clothes or whipping anything out. Paul: Next time I'm holding your penis hostage until it sperminates all over my face.
I met Diesel Washington, who I swear to god is like 10 feet tall. And he confuses me. He looks like this hot, angry, muscled, dom-top that towers over everyone, which scares me and turns me on at the same time. Do I drop to my knees or run for my life? Probably drop to my knees.
I met Scotty B. from Cocktails with the Stars. We rode in a limo together and I sat in his lap at Lime Bar. Scotty, if you're reading this, I want you to do me. Really. Do me. Please.
I met Dallas Reeves (again) and Dustin Michaels, two boys, two words, fucking gorgeous. Two fucking gorgeous boys that I can't get. Dallas I suppose is just out of my league. I tried talking to him and he blew smoke in my face. Dustin actually gave me the time of day, we hung out, he came back to our hotel room, and he passed out on our bed. He also thinks I'm a filthy diseased whore. Whore I might be, but diseased I am not. TESTED AND PROVEN. I still want both of them like a bulimic chick wants food.
I met Jack Shamama from GayPornBlog.Com. I ended up hanging out with him alot this past month. He welcomed me into his home. I met his cat AND his dog. I came in his kitchen AND his living room. I even came in his closet. I love Jack, he taught me that style is as important in my life, as my look.
I met Aaron King (again). We met two years ago on a porn shoot for Jet Set. We didn't have any scenes together so we decided to fuck off set in my hotel room. Two years later I randomly bumped into him in San Francisco (don't you hate it when you run into old tricks?) He just moved there, I was there for the GayVNs. We hung out... And we fucked again. Only this time I was a little more drunk, he was a little more sexy (bigger, hairier, hotter), and two other guys were passed out on the bed next to us (My BF was one of them). For the 6 days I was in San Francisco, that was the only time I got laid. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
This isn't all the people I met that I wanted to have sex with. Just all that I felt like writing about at the moment... Stay tuned for Part Two!