Tuesday, July 6th, 1999
Ripoff Alert
All porners should check the following website. www.personalporn.com.
Apply for the free 3 days pass and start looking for your images. Seems these guys have bought personal use pictures and are now reselling them to webmasters as content. Several porners have found out and are considering legal action. Mike South can be contacted if you are being ripped off by these guys. Mike is also said to be looking for legal representation in this matter, possibly as a class action lawsuit.
Here are the details, the company calls itself e-race and they are headquartered at 3605 South Tamarac Drive, Denver, CO. 80237 Phone: 888-208-9759 or 303-779-8127 The sales office is at: 1700 Commerce Street, Suite 690, Dallas, TX 75201 phone is 888-208-9759. This office may be closed, this lead is currently being followed up. The Principals are Frank Walley and David Tornek, Frank recently relocated to Denver from the Dallas Area.
I have forwarded these guys home addresses, phone numbers and lots of other pertinent information to Mr. South. Ongoing investigation indicates that Mr. Walley is a Principal of 3 i Incorporated. 3 I appears to be based at 47 Edwards Ct. Bayonne, NJ, also affiliated with 3 i is a Mr. Howard Bellow. Some tracking is being done on all individuals and on the companies involved. Mr. South is said to be considering involving the FBI on Federal Copyright Infringement charges. Anyone having knowledge of this matter or wishing to assist or join in the lawsuit should contact Mike South via email at mike-south@mike-south.com Companies and individuals that have content being relicensed on this site include Legend, Metro, VCA, Elegant Angel, Max Hardcore, Steven Hicks and others. These guys are reselling this content as though they own it.
Eric Edwards Biography
Published by www.pulpless.com, the biography of veteran male performer Eric Edwards is now available from amazon.com.
Written by Linda Alexander, it's called "Dorothy From Kansas Meets the Wizard of X."
When she traipsed around porn valley in 1989-90 as Linda Janus-Napier, still in an unhappy marriage, was frequently viewed as just a porn fan. She wrote a bio of Edwards and titled it "Every Hero Cries."
"Some sap s--- written by a fan," remembers porn historian Jim Holliday.
Linda's book played an important part in my lengthy five hour interview of Edwards on Friday, May 31st, 1996. We referred to it frequently while compiling my version of his bio.
When I uploaded the Edwards bio on to my website in the late summer of 1997, it included several sentences quoting from Williams manuscript, including quotes of letters Edwards sent to Williams. After an angry email from Williams, I trimmed the quotes. In the Spring of 1999, she wrote my publisher Prometheus Books and accused me of plagiarizing my entire book "A History of X" from her book. Several times she's threatened to sue me.
Luke has frequently been sloppy with attributing the sources of his information. If you find any content on this site that comes from some place else and is not credited properly, please let me know.
Linda's new book contains interviews with such porners as Kay Parker, Gloria Leonard, Adam Film World journalist Jeremy Stone, and Cecil Howard, who says, on page 43: "People like intelligent movies. I've always felt that there is a double audience. People that go to see an intelligent movie will sometimes laugh at what they think they'll see in an adult movie. I liked to surprise them and give them something that they would get in a general release film, and aslo give htem what they'd get from an adult film.
"The longest shoot I ever had was 9 1/2 days on Firestorm [made in the early eighties on 35mm]. Eric starred... I wanted to make something glorious. At the time, I thought we were shooting for the easy cable market. I always thought that should've been a crossover movie but it just never occurred. Once you involve the X-rated market, you have problems as far as getting the world or national distribution required to make a movie successful."
Gloria Leonard longs for the Golden Age on page 44: "Even the names back then were glamorous. Samantha Fox, Gloria Leonard, Veronica Hart. Nowadays, it's Bambi, and Bunny, and Ginger, and Amber...like interchangeable Barbie Dolls."
Bill Margold says: "The problem with R-rated movies is that they don't know where to stick it. I was the Technical Advisor on [general release film] Hardcore. I spent months with the director trying to explain what the X-rated industry is all about. Finally, when it came time to shoot the sex scenes he had to come to me and I had to set them up right."
Bowery Bar Babble-On
User’s Manual 2.0 by Krash
Luke has requested that I keep this narrative porn-related. Here goes: Darren Star’s Hollywood Hills home is next door to a house once owned by Fatty Arbuckle, the corpulent silent screen star. Cinema buffs will remember that on Sept. 5, 1921, following a night of drunken revels, Arbuckle allegedly thrust a bottle--either Coke or Champagne bottle, no one knows for sure--into the tender vulva of a starlet named Virgina Rappe, resulting in the massive injuries that killed the 25-year-old Rappe days later.
Although ultimately aquitted of Rappe’s murder, Arbuckle tumbled into shameful oblivion and he died at age 46, broke and broken. For more on this, see http://www.silentmovies.com/Arbucklemania/Scandal.html
This item of trivia is especially apt in light of the dead blond, sans culottes, who turned up in a Darren Star’s hotel room, at Central Park West and 61st Street--only blocks from the Central Park West and 67th Street set [a $2.5 million apartment]--of Star’s much-mocked CBS series “Central Park West.”
Pornography takes many forms--and naked blond teenagers are one of them, dead or alive.
Of course, one of the prime distinctions between Darren Star--who may well turn out to be the Fatty Arbuckle of his generation--and the late Mr.Arbuckle himself, is that, in the latter case, Hollywood ‘s tabloid press descended on the fat pervert with crushing scorn and opprobium for the young Ms. Rappe’s murder. Whereas, regarding Mr. Star’s responsibility in faciliating the coke-and-dope fatality that killed another would-be starlet, Leigh Zermuhlen, 19, the Gotham media corps could, as we’ve pointed out, not have been more eager to cover the matter up.
To perspectivize the gaping informational chasm into which Leigh Zermuhlen’s naked corpse would nearly vanish, it should be pointed out that “Central Park West”--now so utterly forgotten--was one of the most media-hyped TV premieres in recent memory. What wags would later dismiss as “Central Park Waste” was being touted from Gotham’s soaring rooftops as “Melrose-Place-on-the-Hudson”.
Based on the successes of the Star-created “Beverly Hills 90210” and “Melrose Place”, CBS gave the hot, if narcotics-prone, mogul a highly generous 13-show committment and a highly unusual agreement to air Central Park West without a pilot.” Thus the man who, according to Vanity Fair, “was largely credited with bringing Rupert Murdoch’s fledgling [Fox] network into the major leagues of broadcasting” , was at the top of his game, as Fatty Arbuckle had been, when his bedmate stopped breathing.
Ironically, Star--in the weeks preceding Zermuhlen’s overdose--told writer Jesse Kornbluth [who is now a top content exec at AOL] in a worshipful cover story for the suckjob “society” monthly “Manhattan File”: “...the large question we’ll be exploring [in “Central Park West”] is the moral character of these people and what they’re doing to succeed.”
Of course, these words might equally apply to Manhattan’s gossip writers, who--in covering up Darren Star’s culpability in the Mayflower Hotel overdose matter-- exhibited a contempt for their readerships that would be beyond comprehension were it not so transparent.
When Bowery Bar Babble-On continues, we will explore the Star-dusted, perc-filled newsbeats inhabited by such noted gossipists as the Daily News’ Joanna Molloy and her husband George Rush, The Post’s Richard Johnson, and The Observer’s Jay Stowe--henceforth to be collectively known here as “The Gang That Couldn’t Write Straight”.
It is a tale of the very purest impurity--awash in a bestiary of payola, quid pro quo and ditzy, coked-out femme fatales that will make the most jaded l-keford.com reader feel right at home.
Oh, and there’s one other thing: a major news organization has picked up l-keford.com’s lead and assigned a crime writer to exume the truth about Leigh Zerhulen’s last night on the town. Let’s see who gets there first. Stay tuned for more Bowery Bar Babble-On...only at l-keford.com.
Luke's Journalism
Junto writes Luke: "Do you find that your style of journalism about the porn industry attempts to turn it into an official and formal media industry? It seems like other porn journalists write as if they are writing a porn script, but you seem to take it more professionally, report it as it is, get rid of the scum and praise the good....why did you decide to take that kind of writing stance? And furthermore, why in porn, which would seem the hardest industry to achieve that by journalism?"
Luke: "I chose to write on porn because I saw it as a professional opportunity. There was very little good porn journalism. Most of it is either jerkoff material or simply obsequious ala AVN. I also do lots of unprofessional writing on porno, simply satire or whatever pops into my head at the time... I take varying stances on porno to achieve different results. I think that looking at porno as just another business is probably my most frequent journalistic mode. But I also have a moral passion that flows through me onto my site."
Veteran porn journalist and director David Aaron Clark writes on RAME:
I can jerk off to at least one scene in most Dirty Debs volume, but I couldn't splooge to a piece of MOR crap like "Conquest" with a gun pointed to my head.
Ed Power's appeal is that he is resolutely average; for those of us who can't or don't want to make the leap of fantasy to think of ourselves as Rocco, there is a Ed, a guy more or less in most of our leagues, reveling in an endless stream of often fabulous pussy. Also, that at his best, he brings out a level of reality that other porn lacks. When everything's clicking and Ed takes the time to do a good interview, you come away feeling as you've really met the girl in question, which IMHO is much sexier than just watching perfect bodies go through the f---motions. I still fondly recall his Papillon magnum opus -- an amazing girl that nobody else in the whole industry besides Joey Silvera had enough brains or perception to realize had more natural eroticism and seductiveness going on in her head than any dozen plastic-titted, minute-counting blonde slags.
Though directors do have some influence on what I'll go out of my to see -- though I can't think of a single one currently working except for John Leslie, Antonio Pasolini and (sometimes) Joey Silvera that I'll choose based SOLELY on who's at the helm -- in 19 out of 20 cases it's the girl, plain and simple. Now if I have the choice between seeing the girl in question in either a video by a director I consider good or a hack, well, then it comes into play. But if the girl really rings my bell, I'll end up seeing the hack's show anyway. I was actually sort of glad when, oh say, Papillon retired, because she was so ill-used in most of her scenes that it became a depressing exercise to wade through her walk-ons in bad VCA and Al Borda product ...
Papillon was indeed in Up & Cummers as well as many other tapes, but in none of them was her personality really explored -- it was much more, "Get in there and f---, dear." I was actually looking forward to the Randy scene, since it also featured another of my favorites, Vanessa, but when I saw it (over two tapes, yet -- how greedy), I was, unfortunately, sorely disappointed by its lack of nuance and character.
And yes, I don't like fake tits, in 90 percent of the cases I've seen. Bad scars, lumps, unfortunate shapes that rather than glorify the natural beauty of the female body, distract from it. I don't hold it against any woman for deciding to do this cosmetic surgery -- I do, however, reserve the right to my own aesthetic opinion on the result. When I first met you years ago on a Strap-On Sally set, Shane, I thought you were hotter than freshly baked bread, exactly as you were that day.
And as for the "blonde" remark, that was indeed a generalization, for which I apologize -- I think natural blondes are cool, but there is certainly a related mindset between confirmed bleach addicts and those who succumb to the breast-surgeon's knife -- and I think this mindset has much less to do with enjoying one's one sexuality and being an exhibitionist than it does with subsuming one's personality to the perceived needs of the marketplace.
Finally, ref: "minute-counting." There is a fine but distinct line between the kind of talent who make sure they're paid fairly for their work and those who really aren't too excited about being there, and ask every 15 minutes "When are we getting out of here?" The latter are a bane on making good pornography.
I don't know that I consider myself "a friend to the industry." I'm IN the industry, but I tend to be friends with PEOPLE, not any particular business or company within it. I think anyone who looks to this industry or any other industry as anything other than a place to have a career -- i.e. make money, do good work, treat people and be treated by them honestly and with respect -- is going to be in for a big disappointment when reality comes knocking. In other words, I don't care if Luke F-rd (for example) makes the industry "look bad." I do care when he unfairly and inaccurately hounds and slanders individuals within the industry who didn't ask for, or warrant, the attention.
[Regarding background music in porn] I think the two biggest problems are the cheapness of the producers, plus their bad taste. The music you like in Byron's videos is done by Glen Lynn, a husband and wife team who also do soundtracks for Elegant Angel and, I believe, some others. Also worth noting is 13 Music, an rock with industrial overtones band that does some porn soundtracks. There are a lot of L.A. musicians floating around doing pick-up porn work, but unfortunately most of them either suck, or else are too cynical to do anything good for this particular market. Or, of course, don't want to give up quality work that takes long hours for what amounts to pennies (the average music budget in a show ranges between $0.00 and $800). You make an excellent point about how all these porn puds like to posture towards mainstream recognition, yet are not willing to put up or shut up when it comes to hitting the same mark that mainstream does in terms of care and quality. Fans should continue to speak up loudly about issues like this, because producers tend not to listen to creative talent about these things!
Kendra Does Luke Over AOL IM
KendraJXXX: hi lukey KendraJXXX: happy 4th of july Luzdedos1: baby KendraJXXX: sup loverboy? Luzdedos1: missin u baby KendraJXXX: awwww KendraJXXX: goin to vsda? Luzdedos1: yes baby KendraJXXX: me too Luzdedos1: what's goin down with u>? KendraJXXX: nada KendraJXXX: im bored KendraJXXX: i live a very boring life these dayz Luzdedos1: oy ve! KendraJXXX: and you? Luzdedos1: i went to the beach today Luzdedos1: i'm feeling good KendraJXXX: did u get a tan? KendraJXXX: u didnt invite me and shelle.... Luzdedos1: damn, cause whenever i invite you anytime, last five times, you flake! boohoo Luzdedos1: my broken heart can't take anymore rejection KendraJXXX: cuz my life has been hectic, luke KendraJXXX: but now it has settled down Luzdedos1: cool, ok :) KendraJXXX: did u see fireworks? Luzdedos1: yes KendraJXXX: we didnt Luzdedos1: how was jimmy d and saturday night? KendraJXXX: he made my mom beat some guys ass KendraJXXX: or at least attempt to Luzdedos1: lol KendraJXXX: i swear it KendraJXXX: then my uncle got involved KendraJXXX: then i had to hold them back KendraJXXX: and got clawed KendraJXXX: while jimmy was laffin and ordering drinks Luzdedos1: oh boy KendraJXXX: it was kinda funny actually Luzdedos1: can i quote this on my site? KendraJXXX: sure KendraJXXX: and jimmy was all to blame
James DiGiorgio replies: "Luke: I just read what Kendra had to say to you on AOL regarding the fight outside the Rainbow, and I have to take exception to something she said. While it's true that I created the whole melee, I did not merely stand there laughing and ordering fresh drinks. Earlier that evening, Shelly had told me that she was considering becoming a call girl. She asked if I would be her "manager" in this endeavor. She said she didn't think she would be very good at selling herself and dealing with the money and so forth. She asked if I would take on these chores, arrange her dates, collect the money, and give her an allowance. Reluctantly, of course, I agreed. Since I'm always anxious to begin new projects, I immeidately started working the Rainbow's clientele on Shelly's behalf. I had four guys bidding for Shell's services. After taking time out to orchestrate the fight, I continued with the four guys on Shell's behalf. Unfortunately, Shell decided to postpone her career-move just as the bidding reached $400 and looked to continue to increase. I'm only pointing this out so your readers won't think I'm an insensitive guy who would merely stand there laughing and ordering drinks while others punched it out in the street because of my actions and words. It's true I was laughing....it's true I was ordering fresh drinks, but I was also taking care of some business, i.e., pimping Shell to these four guys."
Email: "I got your g/f Kendra Jade to promise me in writing that she will not go to the Bunny Ranch! Cool huh?"
Bianca Trump writes Luke: "Please tell your buddy Kendra to leave my friend [Diablo] alone. She knows who I am talking about. All these lies about getting pregnant while on her period. Then having a period while pregnant. And now an abortion. I suppose that means she won't be working for 8 weeks right? Lies lies lies....that's all that GIRL does. I am tiered of it. She is know for her twisted takes on relationships. But, not this time. He has all the dirt on her. I am sure if she keeps up her web of lies and decete he will open up that can of worms. I for one will not stand for one of my best buddies and an all around good guy get treated this way."
At 2:50 PM, James DiGiorgio sent in this shocking update: "Luke, I have confession to make. I don't know what came over me. Apparently, I got all caught up in an adrenaline rush caused by all the high-camp, biting satire that has permeated your site lately. The result? I embellished the truth! I fabricated a story. And now I must do pennance for my deeds. Be it known to all ye men that my cherished friend Shell Pearson, to the best of my knowledge, has never, is not, and most likely never will be, a prostitute. The sad truth is, that in my wasted state, I attempted to seduce Shell to the dark side. I tried in vain to lure her into a life of sordid depravity. It was not Shell who desired to become a call girl, it was me who tried to induce her to become one. It's true I held a bidding war with four guys while directing the fight, laughing, and ordering fresh drinks, but I did so without her permission, and over her objections. I don't know what came over me. Perhaps the drinks...perhaps the drugs....perhaps my admiration and desire to be like you, Luke...and like Kid Vegas. In any event, my attempts failed...and now...I just want to come clean on the whole thing. I'm sorry Shell. I'm not fit to drink waste water from your oldest sneakers. My head is hung low. My drapes will be drawn closed for a year."
Email to Luke: "Man, you must be one of the most disorganized writers around. I read your s--- constantly but many times, I shake my head in trying to figure out where one story ends and another begins. Yes, your website is very popular and yes, you are supposedly a reporter and journalist. But f---, learn to segment your articles better and cut out some of the crap. A lot of times, it's nothing but dribble ... on and on and on! It frequently resembles a cut and paste job gone bad."