I had lunch with my friend Alex in Hollywood at a place called The Corner. I have known Alex for about 15 years and have stayed in touch with him even though he moved to LA. He is an architect (has worked for Frank Gehry!) and has a design firm now and is loving life. He is trying to set up an office in San Diego so I hope to see more of him. We had a great talk about our careers (or lack thereof in my case) and relationships and where we are in our lives. It’s good for me to talk to people outside of the porn world once in a while because sometimes I think I am losing my mind. He put a few things in perspective for me that I hadn’t thought of. Points to ponder so to speak.
After lunch I had some errands to run and then I headed over to Jonathan’s house to chill out and wait for him to get off work. His roommate Beth was home and I met her charming chihuahua Finnegan. It’s pretty obvious that Finnegan is not a fan of the fish eye lens.
We went to a gay mixer called Spring Out at the Sofitel. It was pretty frustrating because there were a ton of hot guys there and they were all well dressed, well behaved, held good jobs outside of porn aaaannnnd… gay. It’s my own fault. We didn’t have time to eat before we went so our dinner consisted of these nasty cheeto thingys and booze.
Have you ever seen the show “Whose Line is it Anyway?” where they take an object and have to come up with different uses for it? An improv thing kind of like charades with a random object. Well, something like this…
There were about 30 more but you get the idea. Next bar! The Abbey! Next prop! A sugar cane stick!
Creepy.
Then we went to Fiesta Cantina where the bouncer kept yelling at me for conducting a photoshoot in the stairwell.
Jonathan is a hot gay dude with a great personality. If you would like a date with him, hit me up. I can arrange this
And lastly I will leave you with what I think is a very funny video of the sounds that Finnegan makes when he is upset. You might not find it as amusing as I did at midnight, but then again, maybe you will. Beth was not amused by our antics. Sorry Beth!
I drove to LA today to pick my friend Ben’s brain while he worked. He’s the awesome photographer that I had lunch with before my trip and he was shooting some smut today so I went to hang out and talk with him for a bit. I hadn’t been on a porn set on a long time and it was more fun that I remembered He gave me a lot of good advice and information for an upcoming shoot I have next week. It’s a women’s clothing catalogue and I have to tell you I am very nervous about it. I am pretty rusty when it comes to studio lighting and whatnot. But I do love a challenge and this is a paying job, so I gotta tackle it like a pro.
I met up with the gay porn boys that I love so much for dinner and drinks. We ate at Cafe Etoile with a rowdy group of about 10 or 11 of us. It’s a small little French restaurant in the heart of West Hollywood. My favorite funny man Justin Martindale was with us and succeeded in making me giggle hysterically all night as usual. I cannot get enough of him. Next vacation I am bringing him for entertainment value. Every time he calls me it goes like this: “Hi tranny, it’s me, tranny.” I have no idea why but it never fails to get me going. Luuuurve him.
Duck Pate (not a ton of flavor, but edible. Justin called it Fancy Feast lol) And I don’t think I have ever seen pate served at a restaurant with crackers?! Ghetto! Usually they spring for brioche. (little toasted bread for those that don’t know anything about pate)
I also ordered the escargot which were amazing… doused in butter and garlic and perfectly done. It was fun sharing with the brave eaters and then watching the others wig out about eating snails.
And for my entree I had the crabcakes which 818 had claimed were the best crab cakes he had ever had. I can assure you, they were the worst crab cakes I have ever had. Flavorless, over cooked hockey pucks. Obviously they changed the recipe or got a new chef because they royally sucked. 818 even tried adding ketchup to them and that didn’t help at all. I ate like 2 bites.
Tristan Matthews, Trevor Knight, George Jaramillo (standing in back…dreamy!) and Justin Martindale
I desperately want George to not be gay.
And my favorite gay Masshole, Trevor!
We went to The Abbey for a few drinks and then I retired to my hotel room. I had redeemed my free stay at the Standard in Hollywood for this incident. Thank you Jenn for making hotel security believe that you were me.
We went to The Abbey for a late breakfast with the entourage and indulged in this red velvet ding-dong. Whoa.
Love the reflection shots…
oh hey hot straight guy giving away snow-cones! What are you doing later? Maybe we could start off our date by cutting your hair off?
This is Ruby, the new love of my life. Well, her owners took her away from me pretty quickly when they realized my unhealthy obsession with her.
How cool is this? Have you seen the app for the iphone that is like Etch-A-Sketch? you shake it and then it magically goes away
This guy Pierce is all over SoCal, I swear to god he is just mysteriously at every event. The grape martini they were drinking looks yummy but was not good at all. Don’t you love that a martini is in a giant glass like that?
Outside of Ripley’s …I dunno it struck me funny.
This is Christy’s little dog Guinness who loves to nibble on her hair while she is sitting next to him. He is a pitbull/chihuahua mix and I fell in love again today.
so freaking cute
After the superbowl party at Christy’s house we went to this place called Happy Ending in West Hollywood. It was very awkward for me to be in a straight bar. I was very uncomfortable and it was tragic to watch men and women hit on each other and dance poorly after hours of drinking. We were there for one drink and left. I was asleep by 10 pm and it was exhilarating going to bed sober and and waking up fresh the next morning.
On a side note 818 finally read my blog and is a little butt hurt that I don’t call him by name and that all the photos of him are in large group shots. So here is Adam aka 818.
Tommy and I drove up to LA to do another promotional event for Suite 703 at a place in West Hollywood called Micky’s. It’s a meet and greet for gay porn stars to meet their fans and they were super cool about letting us give away tons of our schwag and pretty much take the place over.
Our favorite gay comedian Justin Martindale and Tommy the Tool again. I am just going to start cutting him out of the photos.
Drew Cutler and Rob Romoni
My gay porn crush Trevor Knight
Steven Daigle from Big Brother 10 who is now officially a porn star! Congrats to Chi-Chi La Rue for being the devil and talking him into doing porn.
This is a guy named Bobbie who I chatted with on Twitter for a while and we finally met. He reviews gay and straight porn… we have some business to discuss
It only goes from 6pm til 9pm so afterwards we went to the Abbey where we got a booth and bottle service. Our entourage was quite a spectacle.
Zoinks look at this dude’s body!
Oh wait, THIS is my gay porn star crush… His name is Johnny Hazzard and I legitimately get nervous around him. This is the second time I have met him. He’s so dreamy.
Alright, once in a while we get a pleasant face. Thank you Tommy.
This is apparently Michelle from Big Brother 11. I had strict instructions from my best friend Sigrid who is utterly obsessed with BB to tell her how upset she was that she had been railroaded in the show and that it was awful how mean they were to her. I have no idea what any of this means since I have never seen one minute of that show. Here ya go Sigrid!
Perez Hilton was also there but I didn’t get a photo of him. Here is Taylor Dane. Evidently after I left the DJ started playing a bunch of her songs. lol The gays love Taylor Dane! She was very nice even though she looks like she has me in a headlock.
Again, I ducked out early. Wouldn’t want to miss a chance to get laid
