Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Porn Bailout

Some of you may know that I write porn. Shocking, I know, but it's a fun hobby and I've been told I'm pretty good at it. The truth is I'd love to publish the stuff, sell it and actually make a little extra on the side. But I may have waited too long. I just read this article and began to worry. It tells of the money woes being faced by the porn industry. Did you know that adult DVD sales and rentals have decreased by 22 percent in the past year, and that the past three years have seen a decline in overall porn revenue of 5 billion dollars, as well as a 20 percent decline in paying customers to porn sites?

Some effects of this downturn? Porn producers are resorting to cutting extras from their movies, which translates into more "solo" efforts, or at the most a simple "boy-girl" movie, where a few years ago there was plenty of money to burn on three or four extras to wander into the living room/pool cabana/hotel room/hot tub and liven up the scene. And porn stars like actress Jenna Presley (pictured above,) who has her own website, is having to make cuts in other areas. "I’ve got to stop paying guys and girls to perform with," she laments, saying that instead, she's striking deals with other sites to cross pollinate, as it were, posting their videos on her site and allowing them to post her clips on their sites.

To remedy this situation, Larry Flynt and Joe Francis, Mr. Girls Gone Wild, have asked the government for a 5 billion dollar federal bailout. I kid you not. And why shouldn't they? If John Smoltz can leave the Braves because he feels a 3 million dollar contract just isn't enough, why not? This is a worthy cause, and I urge you all to write your congressmen and show your support. After all, as Larry says (and this might be my favorite quote ever):

“People are too depressed to be sexually active,” Flynt said in a news release. “This is very unhealthy as a nation. Americans can do without cars and such, but they cannot do without sex.”

Amen, brother Flynt!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Celibacy rocks


I am totally getting into this being alone thing. It may be the best move I've ever made for myself. I am focused, calm, productive and a nice mom. I don't have mood swings, don't worry about someone calling or making a date or missing a date or saying the wrong thing...it's all about ME!

I highly recommend shutting down the emotional and sexual motor to all you gals (and guys? I know nothing about y'all...) from time to time just to re-center yourselves. It's cleansing and strengthening, and a bunch of other new agey words. But seriously, I've never been happier.

Of course, if Crispin Glover wanted me, I might have to change gears a bit. And there was that dream last night totally out of the blue about me and Tommy Glavine. But hey, the motor's just idling, not off...

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Milestone



I.
Had.
Sex.


Friday, December 7, 2007

Pylon, 40 Watt Club, Tonight

Photo by ME!

Should I go? Can I go? Is this a totally bad idea?

I REALLY want to see this show, but I fear the emotional fallout.

Wiser minds and hearts, please advise me on this. The show starts at around 10:00 pm, so I ain't got much time to decide.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

I need it bad

Guess where I'm going?



Okay, it's still a maybe, but it's gonna happen one way or another.

Sometimes I just want to get in my car and drive. Like today. I feel like I've been in Atlanta for years with no real vacation, probably because I have. Damn wanderlust. When I was younger (cough cough) I never stayed in one place for long. Somehow I always had the funds and the time to buy a plane ticket and just take off. But it's hard with school and kids and money...I'm truly stuck. I'd been thinking it was time to reschedule that trip to San Francisco.

But then yesterday my dear friend Jean-Sebastien invited me to stay a while with him in Paris. He's got an apartment in the 11th arondissement, he's fun, and I miss him. We knew each other when I was in grad school there, and I always had a mad crush on him. It's been...damn...14 years???? How is that possible? He and I used to hang out for hours and talk about music. He's the one French person I ever met who I totally connected with, not to mention that he's a doll. So I am tempted to take the last of the student loan money and just go. I need it bad.

In other news, I have a new career possibility. Yes, again. I've been writing erotic fiction on a website centered on a certain singer-who-shall-remain-nameless, and damn! Not only is it fun, I'm beginning to think I'm actually good at it. I may try to publish this singer stuff if I can get enough of it together. Or maybe I'll write that epistolary novel I was thinking about. Or maybe I'll write a combination of the two, and tell The Story, complete with incredible sex and passion. Who knows? But this erotica stuff is cool. My pen name shall remain a secret for now. One person out there knows what it is. Look for books by me soon, okay?