Sex And The Cerebral
Where The Porn Stars Are
*written in June with an update
I was in Los Angeles for Erotica LA and Playboy radio. So, of course, I was surrounded by porn stars, agents, managers, directors, bodyguards, silicone, and a lot of guys who are walking around with huge boners waiting to see the girl they wack off to every night. It was an interesting day one at the convention.
Jenna was there with her signature blonde locks dyed a light brownish red. She looked terrific and graciously signed autograph after autograph as the photographers clicked away. Her bodyguard, who I was told is an Ultimate Fighting Champion or something, gave the evil eye to everyone who came within her reach.
I was a guest on Playboy radio's live broadcast from the event with Christy Canyon and Kylie Ireland as hosts. Both ladies were really sweet and really down to earth. I thought they had more substance than some of the girls I saw walking around wearing next to nothing and flashing their crotches at fans. Both of them were adorable. On Monday I am going to Playboy radio studios to do Night Calls so it should be interesting to see what kind of calls will come in while I am there. It's on XM in case you want to listen.
I got to see Jean Van Jean, a male porn star, and I have to say that he looked really hot. I've seen his movies and never thought he was sexy, in fact, I thought he was kind of gross, but in person he looks like a runway model capable of starring in a Gucci ad. Just don't ask him to speak. Even with his French accent, I wouldn't want to listen to what he has to say. It's not much. I personally like my men with a lot of substance and a really big brain.
There were some other neat things at the event like the glass dildos, a huge stripper pole with girls showing off their acrobatics, and The Touch Pool, which was an actual pool filled with latex body parts that can be fondled. Oh and I cannot forget the Buckfest booth that had a mechanical bull. Porn star girls saddled up wearing barely anything at all. I don't know how they didn't get all chafed up.
Later that night I went to "the best porn party ever" at Avalon. I thought it sucked. I wanted to dance or I wanted to sit, I needed a better drink, or maybe I just needed to be more drunk. But there were way too many guys there, all of whom wanted to get laid by a porn star I'm sure. They all looked at the women like we were meat. I did get to walk on the red carpet though to get in since I was VIP. I'm not bragging. It was so silly and odd and a little embarrassing since I didn't want anyone to take a photo of me and think that I might get double penetrated for a living. Yes, I've been f*cked but it was by a porn company, not for one.
The next day, I was a guest co-host on Playboy radio's Night Calls on XM. The witty and gorgeous (even with little makeup and sweatpants) Christy Canyon and I took calls from listeners who, well, wanted to talk about sex. "I want to have a threesome, but my girl isn't into it." "How do I get my lady to give me a blowjob?" "How do I get a date?" But the best one was from a man who wanted to know more about the procedure women are getting to increase their chances of G-spot orgasms.
The G-spot is the fleshy part of the inside of a woman's vagina that you can reach from making a "come hither" motion with your fingers when inserted with your fingers toward the front. Some people contest that the G-spot even exists, but many, many women disagree and have had orgasms (even squirted) from this stimulation alone. Then again, there are some women who can come just from playing with their nipples, so it's safe to say that it really depends on the girl.
The idea to help women with their sexual satisfaction in the G-spot area is to plump up its fleshiness and make it easier to find and thus more easily stimulated by a penis. I've read that some doctors use hyaluronic acid, a fluid that lubricates our joints, which is also used in cosmetic procedures to erase wrinkles, to plump it up. Other docs use collagen injections. One doctor performs the service, called the G-Shot ™, and for $1850 you can get collagen injected into your urethral sponge. Supposedly, it makes the area "swell" for up to four months.
What if a woman gets this injection and feels nothing? Will she feel less than a woman because she cannot orgasm even after a so-called revolutionary procedure. It's bad enough women's orgasms have been called inconsequential since they are not "necessary" for reproduction. Or maybe it has nothing to do with a bigger G-spot, maybe it's all mental, and after a woman gets this injection, her mind eases and she thinks that now she can come more easily, taking the pressure off, making her more relaxed, and thus making her more likely to come.
Is that worth the money? Some will argue yes. The ways in which a woman can orgasm is so much more complex than a man's. And if this helps some women, then why should they be denied the chance for pleasure? But I do believe that this procedure should be the last resort. Augmentation of your gentials is not reversible. I think we all need to look a little more on the surface. Like if a woman likes candlelight instead of the bright lights, or she prefers to keep her bra on during sex, or whatever her hang-up might be (we all have them)—listen to her. Chances are the sex will be better (and hopefully more satisfying) if we are all a little more "comfortable" doing it.
Day 2 of the Erotica LA convention was a bit more interesting and had a lot more people. It is a consumer based event, so everything you see (possibly even some of the people) you could purchase. While walking around I saw this cute line of lingerie that was very 50s and 60s inspired and everything on the rack was $25. So I am looking for the set I liked best when the guy who worked the booth asked me if I danced. Of course I dance was my first thought. I dance all the time to cheesy music with my BFFs. I was thinking that this guy was a DJ and maybe he was spinning at a party that night, but then it dawned on me...he thought I was a dancer as in an exotic dancer. After all, it was Erotica LA I was at and I was wearing slut heels, a thong and little else. Totally kidding about the wardrobe part. I was wearing jeans and probably looked more like a soccer mom compared to most of the other girls there. But still, I was flattered (I think). Then the next thing I know one of the other guys who was working the same booth starts smelling my neck, then my shoulders. "Mmmmm, you smell so goooood!" he says. Then he starts grinding against my ass as I am trying to look for something in my size. "Don't be scared," he tells me. "I just want to dance with you, have fun."
I wasn't scared of him, exactly, but I was scared that maybe having him too close to me would then allow his awful smelling cologne to rub off on me and then I'd have to be reminded of his stench the rest of the night. Or maybe I was afraid that he had crabs and one would get on me. I was always afraid of cooties as a kid.
I left the booth without buying anything.
While at one of the other booths, I watched as three really cute porn starlets signed autographs and posed for photos. Each of the girls had her own small four by four platform with a chair and table. The one in the middle was doing this "sexy" squat pose for a fan when her left f*ck-me pump slipped off the edge causing her to tumble back off the platform and onto the floor, legs spread eagle in the air. A porn starlet going down! I didn't laugh out loud and I still have no idea why. Humans tripping and falling is some of my favorite fodder. But without hesitation, this chick got back up on her platform and continued to pose. The crowd grew after her fall and in seconds there were men clamoring for a spot to take the best, tight shot of her crotch. Yes, I saw a camera not one inch away from her hot box snap away.
Tera Patrick was there and I think she is absolutely beautiful, but I am very upset that she got breast implants. I know this is old news, but she was just perfect without them. Now they are too big and too porno. But I suppose this is the business she chose so the bigger the better?
Later that night was another red carpet event at the Whisky. We go there early in an attempt to get seats but the VIP list hadn't arrived so we were asked to wait outside. I was annoyed. We went into the Hustler Hollywood store to pass the time and checked out the Stunt Girl I and II box covers. They were $39.99 each so I didn't buy them. I really want to see them though. In the book section, they had one of the collections my story was featured in, Best Bondage Erotica. They also has The Sexual Life of Catherine M. which is a book I've been wanting to read. My friend recently told me to read The Story Of O, but they didn't have that there. Have you ever read an erotic story or novel? I highly advise you to. It is incredibly hot, even more so than watching a porn sometimes. At least that what I think. There is just something about reading the words and being able translate the image in your mind. You have the freedom to envision exactly what you want with the scenario supplied to you. Meaning no sweaty gross guy pumping away at a siliconed chick who moans more than humanly possible when in the midst of passion.
We did make it into the Whisky and sat amongst porns biggest and wettest and waited for the feature band "Not The Ramones" to play, yes, Ramones songs. But we left after about an hour because...well...it was "not New York" and there really is a different vibe in LA, one that I don't know if I could get used to. Maybe it was because I was surrounded by porn people who I have decided I have nothing in common with despite the fact that I once was editor-in-chief of Playgirl. What I did there was very different, and writing and thinking and provoking thought about sex, sexuality, and playful kink is not at all like sucking on cocks and waiting for the perfect come shot.
And now to present day....
Once again, hundreds of porn's biggest are gathered in Las Vegas for the AVN Awards hosted by Savannah Samson, mom/Score's girl/Howard Stern favorite/porn starlet. She once smooched me on the lips so she could have some of my lips gloss. Sin City is bursting with even more sinners. I wonder who is going to win the top honors. Or does that mean that they all have really lost? Or maybe just so lost themselves?
I have such mixed feelings about the industry. There are just too many unfortunate stories, tales of life destruction and degradation. As an outsider, one who just watches porn, you don't tend to think too much about the stars' lives off the screen. But as one who has been on location for these shoots and talked to the talent, it changes everything.
*written in June with an update
I was in Los Angeles for Erotica LA and Playboy radio. So, of course, I was surrounded by porn stars, agents, managers, directors, bodyguards, silicone, and a lot of guys who are walking around with huge boners waiting to see the girl they wack off to every night. It was an interesting day one at the convention.
Jenna was there with her signature blonde locks dyed a light brownish red. She looked terrific and graciously signed autograph after autograph as the photographers clicked away. Her bodyguard, who I was told is an Ultimate Fighting Champion or something, gave the evil eye to everyone who came within her reach.
I was a guest on Playboy radio's live broadcast from the event with Christy Canyon and Kylie Ireland as hosts. Both ladies were really sweet and really down to earth. I thought they had more substance than some of the girls I saw walking around wearing next to nothing and flashing their crotches at fans. Both of them were adorable. On Monday I am going to Playboy radio studios to do Night Calls so it should be interesting to see what kind of calls will come in while I am there. It's on XM in case you want to listen.
I got to see Jean Van Jean, a male porn star, and I have to say that he looked really hot. I've seen his movies and never thought he was sexy, in fact, I thought he was kind of gross, but in person he looks like a runway model capable of starring in a Gucci ad. Just don't ask him to speak. Even with his French accent, I wouldn't want to listen to what he has to say. It's not much. I personally like my men with a lot of substance and a really big brain.
There were some other neat things at the event like the glass dildos, a huge stripper pole with girls showing off their acrobatics, and The Touch Pool, which was an actual pool filled with latex body parts that can be fondled. Oh and I cannot forget the Buckfest booth that had a mechanical bull. Porn star girls saddled up wearing barely anything at all. I don't know how they didn't get all chafed up.
Later that night I went to "the best porn party ever" at Avalon. I thought it sucked. I wanted to dance or I wanted to sit, I needed a better drink, or maybe I just needed to be more drunk. But there were way too many guys there, all of whom wanted to get laid by a porn star I'm sure. They all looked at the women like we were meat. I did get to walk on the red carpet though to get in since I was VIP. I'm not bragging. It was so silly and odd and a little embarrassing since I didn't want anyone to take a photo of me and think that I might get double penetrated for a living. Yes, I've been f*cked but it was by a porn company, not for one.
The next day, I was a guest co-host on Playboy radio's Night Calls on XM. The witty and gorgeous (even with little makeup and sweatpants) Christy Canyon and I took calls from listeners who, well, wanted to talk about sex. "I want to have a threesome, but my girl isn't into it." "How do I get my lady to give me a blowjob?" "How do I get a date?" But the best one was from a man who wanted to know more about the procedure women are getting to increase their chances of G-spot orgasms.
The G-spot is the fleshy part of the inside of a woman's vagina that you can reach from making a "come hither" motion with your fingers when inserted with your fingers toward the front. Some people contest that the G-spot even exists, but many, many women disagree and have had orgasms (even squirted) from this stimulation alone. Then again, there are some women who can come just from playing with their nipples, so it's safe to say that it really depends on the girl.
The idea to help women with their sexual satisfaction in the G-spot area is to plump up its fleshiness and make it easier to find and thus more easily stimulated by a penis. I've read that some doctors use hyaluronic acid, a fluid that lubricates our joints, which is also used in cosmetic procedures to erase wrinkles, to plump it up. Other docs use collagen injections. One doctor performs the service, called the G-Shot ™, and for $1850 you can get collagen injected into your urethral sponge. Supposedly, it makes the area "swell" for up to four months.
What if a woman gets this injection and feels nothing? Will she feel less than a woman because she cannot orgasm even after a so-called revolutionary procedure. It's bad enough women's orgasms have been called inconsequential since they are not "necessary" for reproduction. Or maybe it has nothing to do with a bigger G-spot, maybe it's all mental, and after a woman gets this injection, her mind eases and she thinks that now she can come more easily, taking the pressure off, making her more relaxed, and thus making her more likely to come.
Is that worth the money? Some will argue yes. The ways in which a woman can orgasm is so much more complex than a man's. And if this helps some women, then why should they be denied the chance for pleasure? But I do believe that this procedure should be the last resort. Augmentation of your gentials is not reversible. I think we all need to look a little more on the surface. Like if a woman likes candlelight instead of the bright lights, or she prefers to keep her bra on during sex, or whatever her hang-up might be (we all have them)—listen to her. Chances are the sex will be better (and hopefully more satisfying) if we are all a little more "comfortable" doing it.
Day 2 of the Erotica LA convention was a bit more interesting and had a lot more people. It is a consumer based event, so everything you see (possibly even some of the people) you could purchase. While walking around I saw this cute line of lingerie that was very 50s and 60s inspired and everything on the rack was $25. So I am looking for the set I liked best when the guy who worked the booth asked me if I danced. Of course I dance was my first thought. I dance all the time to cheesy music with my BFFs. I was thinking that this guy was a DJ and maybe he was spinning at a party that night, but then it dawned on me...he thought I was a dancer as in an exotic dancer. After all, it was Erotica LA I was at and I was wearing slut heels, a thong and little else. Totally kidding about the wardrobe part. I was wearing jeans and probably looked more like a soccer mom compared to most of the other girls there. But still, I was flattered (I think). Then the next thing I know one of the other guys who was working the same booth starts smelling my neck, then my shoulders. "Mmmmm, you smell so goooood!" he says. Then he starts grinding against my ass as I am trying to look for something in my size. "Don't be scared," he tells me. "I just want to dance with you, have fun."
I wasn't scared of him, exactly, but I was scared that maybe having him too close to me would then allow his awful smelling cologne to rub off on me and then I'd have to be reminded of his stench the rest of the night. Or maybe I was afraid that he had crabs and one would get on me. I was always afraid of cooties as a kid.
I left the booth without buying anything.
While at one of the other booths, I watched as three really cute porn starlets signed autographs and posed for photos. Each of the girls had her own small four by four platform with a chair and table. The one in the middle was doing this "sexy" squat pose for a fan when her left f*ck-me pump slipped off the edge causing her to tumble back off the platform and onto the floor, legs spread eagle in the air. A porn starlet going down! I didn't laugh out loud and I still have no idea why. Humans tripping and falling is some of my favorite fodder. But without hesitation, this chick got back up on her platform and continued to pose. The crowd grew after her fall and in seconds there were men clamoring for a spot to take the best, tight shot of her crotch. Yes, I saw a camera not one inch away from her hot box snap away.
Tera Patrick was there and I think she is absolutely beautiful, but I am very upset that she got breast implants. I know this is old news, but she was just perfect without them. Now they are too big and too porno. But I suppose this is the business she chose so the bigger the better?
Later that night was another red carpet event at the Whisky. We go there early in an attempt to get seats but the VIP list hadn't arrived so we were asked to wait outside. I was annoyed. We went into the Hustler Hollywood store to pass the time and checked out the Stunt Girl I and II box covers. They were $39.99 each so I didn't buy them. I really want to see them though. In the book section, they had one of the collections my story was featured in, Best Bondage Erotica. They also has The Sexual Life of Catherine M. which is a book I've been wanting to read. My friend recently told me to read The Story Of O, but they didn't have that there. Have you ever read an erotic story or novel? I highly advise you to. It is incredibly hot, even more so than watching a porn sometimes. At least that what I think. There is just something about reading the words and being able translate the image in your mind. You have the freedom to envision exactly what you want with the scenario supplied to you. Meaning no sweaty gross guy pumping away at a siliconed chick who moans more than humanly possible when in the midst of passion.
We did make it into the Whisky and sat amongst porns biggest and wettest and waited for the feature band "Not The Ramones" to play, yes, Ramones songs. But we left after about an hour because...well...it was "not New York" and there really is a different vibe in LA, one that I don't know if I could get used to. Maybe it was because I was surrounded by porn people who I have decided I have nothing in common with despite the fact that I once was editor-in-chief of Playgirl. What I did there was very different, and writing and thinking and provoking thought about sex, sexuality, and playful kink is not at all like sucking on cocks and waiting for the perfect come shot.
And now to present day....
Once again, hundreds of porn's biggest are gathered in Las Vegas for the AVN Awards hosted by Savannah Samson, mom/Score's girl/Howard Stern favorite/porn starlet. She once smooched me on the lips so she could have some of my lips gloss. Sin City is bursting with even more sinners. I wonder who is going to win the top honors. Or does that mean that they all have really lost? Or maybe just so lost themselves?
I have such mixed feelings about the industry. There are just too many unfortunate stories, tales of life destruction and degradation. As an outsider, one who just watches porn, you don't tend to think too much about the stars' lives off the screen. But as one who has been on location for these shoots and talked to the talent, it changes everything.
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