At 11:30 AM, I met Ed Powers at the Chinese Theater on Hollywood Blvd near Highland in Hollywood. We walk east on Hollywood, stopping in various apparel stores. Ed wore grey slacks, a white KLSX 97.1 T-shirt, and a black jacket. A silver angel earing dangles from his left ear. A nice Jewish boy from Brooklyn, he has no tattoos. Ed stands 5'9, weighs 195 pounds (down from a high of 240) and sports at full erection a five inch penis.
Ed flies to Tennessee tomorrow to sign autographs for the Ten Network (Dan Bender), a new cable TV channel that Ed's working with. He's developing sex programming for them.
We entered one store where Ed bought $1200 worth of flashy nightclub style clothing. He likes to dress nicely for his fans.
Luke, 6' and 155#, wears grey jeans that he was handed down by a friend, and a striped white dress shirt that he bought last week from a Jewish thrift shop on Santa Monica Blvd.
We take Ed's clothes to a tailor who pulls up the hems on the pants for $10. Ed tips him $2. Several guys recognize Ed and tell him how much they enjoy his videos.
Then Ed drives me to Melrose Ave. On the way he took a call from Regan Senter who introduced us over the phone to his new British girl Tigra, from Britain's Krystin Klass adult agency.
Ed and I ate lunch (on Ed) at the Thai food chain Tommy Tang.
Ed eats Bbq chicken with an eggplant sidedish and I eat curried vegetables with brown rice. We sip tangy Thai lemonade.
Over lunch, Ed suggests that I put verified and unverified next to the names on my real name list. A good idea.
Powers is up to Dirty Debutantes 87, and Global Warming Debutantes 14.
Ed and I look at chicks together. Lots of hotties on Melrose. We enter several more clothing stores. Ed can't find Levi jeans big enough for him.
Ed says he has heard nothing but positive feedback on his show Sunday morning with Gene Ross, Mark Kernes and Luke F-rd. Jeffrey Douglas, at Midori's party Sunday night, congratulated Ed on his show.
At 2:30PM, Luke bought three T-shirts with "LA" and "Beverly Hills" emblazoned on them from a tourist trap on Hollywood Blvd along with two flashy shorts for $10 each.
At 3PM, I talked by phone to Kendra Jade at Cream Entertainment who wanted to respond to my 7/16/98 interview with Viagra Falls aka Crystal Dawn, who Kendra refers to as "Crystal Meth."
Kendra says that Cassidy did 25 men in the gangbang, not the three that she told me.
"Viagra says that John bounced a check to her. Tell her to show you the check that John bounced, and he will pay her ten times what its worth. [In other words, John did not bounce a check to Viagra, says Kendra. Viagra says that John owes her at least $400, but she has not claimed that John bounced a check to her.
"As far as John f---ing me every day… The first day that she came into this office, she said to me, 'are you f---ing John?' I didn't feel it was any of her business. I said, 'why?' And she said, 'You don't need to worry about that now because I'm going to take over now.'
"As far as him [John] calling her a cunt, a bitch and a whore, you can add "crack head" as well."
Luke: "Do you f--- John every day?"
Kendra laughs. "Sometimes we skip the weekends…
"Was she high when she talked to you? Some of it doesn't make any sense to me… These girls are all in Florida with Charlie Frey.
"Viagra is not my friend. I can't stand her. She's a crack head.
"She was calling here every day begging to do the gangbang. She wanted to beat Jasmine. John wouldn't let her because she had f---ed up so bad… She came back groveling…
"She [Viagra Falls] neglects to mention that John fed her every day. Paid for her hotel across the street every day until she was kicked out because they found a crack pipe in her room… John doesn't like to deal with drug addicts which is why she is no longer with us. Yeah, he called her a stupid f---ing bitch."
Luke: "Do you guys [Kendra and Viagra] share the same hairdresser?"
Kendra: "I don't even know who the f--- her hairdresser is. I don't have a hairdresser. I think she was high when she was talking to you. John isn't so desperate to f--- her. When he's got steak [Kendra], while f--- the hamburger [Viagra]?"
"If Jerry Springer was exploited, he did that to himself. Does he have a big dick? He should not be a spokesperson for Viagra."
A reporter: "No earth shattering news here, but I think it is just a great Hilarious little gem of a post. Reminds me of the Roger and Me documentary by Michael Moore in tone. Its a hoot that some guy is going around and doing this. Reminds me too of a Stuttering John on Howard Stern and how he would show up at press conferences. But much more earnest. Its the earnestness that is so funny I think. And the industry's self-seriousness."
Pat Riley opines about real names on RAME:
In the radio show thread, XXX talks about real names and brings up the usual arguments about stalkers etc but what she fails to admit is that she (and the performers and industry generally) have created this situation. Tina, you're helping right now in this thread.
You're reinforcing the idea that the screen Tina Tyler = the real Tina Tyler.
Take the mindset of the guy (any guy, I'm not referring to anyone who has posted in the thread):
Tina Tyler appears on screen and screws a series of guys, none of whom are particularly prepossessing but she seems to enjoy it. She isn't playing a character or even if she is nominally, it's not convincing that it's the character screwing the guys. Therefore, Tina Tyler (the person) is a nymphomaniac (in real life the guy knows from his own personal experience that no female would put out for so many with so little provocation) or a hooker, the latter idea being re-inforced by the numerous "stars" pursuing escorting activities. Either way, in his mind, Tina Tyler is ready to do "him". She's adding fuel to the fire by telling him about her real life until the two become indistinguishable. Then one day he turns up demanding his turn and...
You might argue that the mainstream does something similar (fan clubs and all that) but it's not the same. No one (except for the totally deranged) would argue that Julia Roberts was really a hooker, or Tom Cruise or much less Matt Damon, real lawyers. They played characters of a hooker and lawyers. Their public persona is carefully stage managed (The National Enquirer notwithstanding) and in general they try to talk about how they felt PLAYING THE CHARACTER in the movie.
You won't find Julia telling how much she enjoyed screwing Richard Gere (not implying they really did); she'll talk about how much she enjoyed acting the role of a hooker. I would think it's unlikely her fan club would send out used panties and the like, nor would she be willing to do a video, even clothed, where she leers lasciviously at the camera, mentions the fan's name a lot and fondles her body (I'm not implying the Tina Tyler fan club, if such a thing exists, does this but lots do).
With the porno industry's abandonment of anything approaching a credible plot, the concentration is almost entirely on the performer as a person and she's put in the situation of being between a rock and a hard place.
She could say that she's not really enjoying screwing Joe Stud and she's just doing it for the money (the DiGiorgio dead president argument) or she could say she really loves sex with Joe Stud, and Tom, and Fred, and Harry and any prison parolee that just happens to be in the porno business. Unlikely for us cynics but then there's the Springer crowd.
If she uses the dead president argument the less-than-100-cents-on-the-dollar fan is pissed off; he's been lied to. She's really not enjoying taking Ron Jeremy up her butt and just like those bitches in high school (or wherever), she's only going to do it for money. Some can accept that and line up with their bucks in hand but others simply transfer their fixation to another more pliable actress.
If she says she loves it, orgasms every time, etc, she's now encouraging those probably normally nice but slightly gullible guys to think it's them next.
There are two solutions to this dilemma: return to real plotted movies and avoid disclosing the performer's personal life at least so as not to connect the "I am a real slut" character in the movie with it, or only screw your boyfriend/SO/husband in the movies and make it clear that you're putting out for and enjoy sex with him and him alone. The latter is actually a good practical solution for other reasons (avoidance of disease, no nasty surprises).
Luke F-rd, Superstar?
By Director James DiGiorgio:
I think this thing, this Luke F-rd thing, has become the most entertaining story that this sometimes funny, sometimes tragic, and oftentimes absurd business has seen in a very long time.
Here's this guy--Luke F-rd, Scoop Luke, cub reporter for the "Porno Cyber Times"--a rather unassuming, somewhat geekish, easily manipulated (at least, so he seems), boyish porno waif being catapulted to hero/martyr status by the very people who would like nothing more than to see him slither away, self-destruct, or at the very least, become silenced. But instead, they seem intent on his becoming either the Chauncey Gardner of porn, or some kind of accidental, jiz-biz, free-speech, cyber-messiah! In short, the guy's on his way to becoming Luke F-rd, Superstar. What's even more entertaining is how the anti-Luke camp has now become so divided: with a great number of his former detractors now becoming his supporters...well, sort of. And why's that? Certainly not because they've suddenly changed their minds about Luke (the person), but rather, because Luke's porn-existence, his place in the porno-cosmos, his basic right to be here is under attack by the very same forces who have long fought, and continue to fight, for the existence of porn itself!
Go figure.
But ya know, this s--- isn't really about Luke, it's about cyber-Luke. And it's about cyber-porn, and cyber-journalism, and cyber-truth and cyber-fiction. And it's about the old press--the printed press--at odds with the new press, the cyber-press. It's about money, and ego, and fame, and free-speech, and propaganda, and sex, and lies, and videotape. It's about change, and evolution, and all that kind of stuff that scares some people, amazes others, and excites and challenges a few.
Luke F-rd isn't going to hurt or destroy this business, whether he hopes to or not. What he will do is strengthen it (again, whether he hopes to or not), just like all of you people in this news group strenghthen it. Just like AVN, and Adam Film World, and Hustler, and Playboy, and the fans, and the FSC, and PAW, and a whole bunch of others have strengthened it, and continue to strengthen it. And why am I so sure of this? Well, it certainly has a lot to do with the hard work of so many determined people. But there's something else, I'm not even sure how to explain it. It's like--and I think many of you who actively work in this biz will understand this--in many of my personal observations here, I'm constantly amazed at how this business can so frequently, so accurately, and so consistently shoot itself in the foot, hell, both feet, and then remain standing. Not just standing, but standing (seemingly) more sure-footed than ever! It's almost like a world where you can't really f----up, you can only "sort-of" f----up. Someday, maybe i'll figure out if that's by design or by accident, but until then...
Frederick J Buccolini (ax939@lafn.org) opines:
I think the real threat of this website to the porn industry at large is not that Luke F-rd is going to stumble upon a big money laundering scheme or pirate duplication operation in say, Newark, New Jersey--but that Luke F-rd has intellectualized a bastard industry.
For instance, let's say that I am a porn star--call me Daffy Canns. I make two videos a week. The line of work I have chosen has alienated the friends that I had before I entered the business.
So, that leaves me with a social network of people in the adult business.
I am invited to award shows--AVN, XRCO--and even though I know I suck as an actress, I keep winning awards. Photographers keep taking my pictures at these ceremonies--I flash a little tit here, show a little leg there; hey, I'm really getting into the spirit of things--I'm a freakin' Star!
When I leave these award shows, I feel great; there is something truly heartwarming about receiving accolades from your piers.
These people love my work. Holy s---, I think I'm going to break down and cry in my car--I've found a family. A family that truly loves me.
My answering machine is filled with kudos from freelance photographers, actors and actresses in my business.
The next evening, while walking my french poodle, I stop by a newsstand. I pick up a copy of Vanity Fair. I thumb through the magazine and my eyes fixate on the photographs of movie stars at industry premiers. And for a flash, I think I am going to find my photos there.
There is a big fat guy standing next to me. He is glancing through Club magazine. He is staring at me. "Hey, lady, you're in this magazine."
I hear him; but I don't hear him. I am feeling a drop in my euphoria from the previous night. My pictures are not in Vanity Fair. My celebrity is dubious.
"Hey, Daffy, you really know how to suck a cock."
I look at the magazine the man is holding. I see myself. I look cheap. I look drunk. I look sloppy. I'm pathetic.
I go home. I drink myself into oblivion.
I work the following day and after the shoot, a cameraman invites me over to his house for a drink. At his house he shows me his new computer.
He talks about the internet. I've heard about it, but I'm not much of a reader, and it all sounds like too much work. But he shows me the ropes of logging-in on the World Wide Web. He take me to a website that has something called JPEGS. He opens them up on his computer. There I am, a picture of me with cum splattered all over my face.
I feel like s---. I swallow my scotch.
He then talks about this guy--Luke Chrysler...no, Luke F-rd. He logs-in on his website. It looks like a lot of reading. There is an index of actresses in my business. Oh look, there's my friend Gigi Frenchy. Oh, wow; it says she has a crack habit. There's Lulu Oui, it says she lives with three dykes, was raped by her father as a child, and enjoys a good game of Uno on a hot day.
I read and read and read. All of my fellow actresses are so dysfunctional.
There's nothing glamorous here; it's all so negative. I don't like this.
It feels too much like reality. One of the reasons I got into this business was to escape reality and live in a fantasy world.
I don't think I like this guy. I know I sure as heck will not talk to him.
The phone rings. My friend pulls me over and hands me the phone.
The voice on the other end of the phone sounds foreign, maybe Australian. But genteel. Whoops! I'm a porn star, I don't even know what genteel means. But the guy tells me he would like to interview me; his name is Luke F-rd.
I don't know what it is that appeals to me about his voice, but I want to meet this person. While he talks I think about my father.
I invite Luke F-rd over. He says he will bring gifts: A koshercake, and a shoulder to cry on.
Another observer:
Here's a scoop for you Mr. Luke, on the QT. As of 7/21/98 PAW/Sharon Mitchell reported to Matt Zane and Kristen that the RNA and Western Blot results from a blood sample taken on 7/19/98, the same day Kristen's positive PCR-DNA results returned, show absolutely no signs whatsoever of the HIV virus. Dr. Stephen York is baffled, claiming this is the first known incident where a patient tested positive for HIV through a DNA and then subsequently failed to show strands or indications of a viral load through RNA and Western Blot testing. Could this be the end of PAW as we know it? Word on the street is that you get into everyone business anyway Luke. Why not sniff this lead out and see if it turns out to be true as well? I think it might be a nice piece for your internet site.
As of 7/21/98 Malitia's PCR-DNA shows her negative for the HIV virus. Results on Katie Gold, Kristen's girlfriend for the last month and a half, as well as Petra and Brooke will be back on thursday. Katie Gold attempted to hide her relationship with Kristen so she could continue working without being on the quarentine list. Dig Luke, it will all turn up true.
Did you know that Matt Zane tested negative for HIV only four days before Kristen's false positive came in?
Here's a good headline for your page, "Interested in losing your career in the adult industry, having all of your friends freak out and spread bad rumors about you and your boyfriend, and maybe shed years off your life from stress and aggravation? You too can test false positive for only $85 at PAW/AIM and enjoy these benefits too."
I trust next time i check your page you'll have gotten to the bottom of this one........
Salinas aka Coach writes on RAME under the header "Scoop Fjord 7/22/98 Update":
Got up at 9:45.
Went to Rob Stallone's StarWorld around 11:00 AM and ate a dozen 7 layer burritos, half dozen of those new gorditas and that talking dog from the TV.
Rob was wiping the mess off his shoes from my breakfast when some new girl comes in.
Rob: This is scoop Fjord. he's from Finland.
Girl: (I didn't get her name) Dentro de cada uma destas etiquetas estão os diretores bons e maus?
I look at her strangely. I don't speak Portugese since I converted to being French-Canadian.
I make a breast squeezing motion with my left hand as my right hand swats it away from her.
The girl, (I'll call her Kaitlyn since I can;t remeber her name), then proceeded to ramble on and on in Portugese. Rob just smiled and nodded at her eventually she left. She took my card with my website on it.
http://www.scoopyfjord.com/b86/2cd/4.html She looked a little ill to me, perhaps a touch of the AIDS that is going around.
I left Rob's office after realzing I have run out of things to say at him, and puking on his shoes was a little rude of me.
12:30 I stopped for a couple soft tacos (NO CELANTRO PLEASE!) and another gordita. The guy behind the counter knows me by name.. which is nice, because those kinds of people don't really like us French-Canadians.
While at the TacoBell I ran into Tom Byron and Rob Black who grabbed my underwear so hard that it ripped the wasteband. i think they still like me tho. They told me some things I can't write about about Patrick Collins being a humanatarian and a pretty nice guy. Since I can't talk about it, I'll insinuate he's a drunk. I stop at KMart to buy another pair of Hanes ActiveWear. $4.49
Around 3 PM I stop at KSLX 97.1 to pick up the tape of my radio reaming. Tom Leykis -- Helloooooooo Tom! -- invites me up to the studio where he proceeds to ask me if I have ever f---ed a goat til I've had enough. I give him a maple leaf. He proceeds to blow me up. I leave the building looking like donald duck when he ate the dynamite to show up bugs bunny.
Around 4:30 I stop by PAW where I am let in with a sigh by Daddy Bear Bill Margald.
Daddy: So you saw my portugese protege at stallone's huh?
Fjord: she's yours?
Daddy: I call her Goldilocks
Fjord: Oh. Nice name
Daddy: I like to f--- her in the ass.
Fjord: No kidding?
Daddy: No, asshole, I AM KIDDING. I am on the hobbyhorse of the hell-bound!
Everything is a joke to me! Lighten up!
Fjord: Um, voulez vous....
Daddy: Don't speak that French crap here, Fjord. Your mammy was portugese and your pappy was portugese, no matter how many maple leafs or Thunder Bay Thunder Cat hats you wear, you're satill Portguese.
Fjord: Alouette gentille Alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai!
Daddy: Je te plumerai la tête!
Fjord: Je te plumerai la tête!
Daddy: Alouette!
Fjord: Alouette!
Both of us: oooooooh! then he kissed me. I run out of the PAW office, confused about my heritage and my nationality. I run into Molly Mounds at the Taco Bell. I told her I loved her in Armageddon. She made an off the record joke about how bad Steve Buscemi's teeth are. She is now doing international idenity counselling. She got her degree from that school that meathead's wife sells on TV (what is her name? Anyone? Mariette Hartley, I think? Is she Nina's sister? I heard she was. I forget who told me. If you told me, would you tell me again? -- She was on that kid's show -- Teletubies, I think... can any one confrm these things?) I think she was drinking or on drugs at the time I saw her she smelled of needles.
After an off-the-record counselling session with Ms. Mounds that we didn't talk about being Canadian, Ike's Bris, fake breasts, when and if she slept with Mrak Lawice, the time she shot drugs with John Holmes and Jack baker, not to mention the time Chessie Moore screwed her possum. If we *had* talked about any of that, I certainly would not report it.
I then went home and updated my web site and managed to break about a dozen links in the meantime. I also updated my last three days worth of posting by adding (I was wrong) after each rumor.
Scoop Fjord, Falling from the highest maple to collect the saps.
see my website at: http://www.scoopfjord.com/4df/f/334/df/s/f/gg/t/r/34.htm
For Canadiana: http://www.canadaloveitorhateit.com