Sex and the Studio: The Party
2003-05-28 21:59:28
I arrive at 8:20PM to 836 North Highland Blvd and the first familiar
face belongs to porn stud Kyle Stone. Then I spot Kiki D'Aire.
The security guards are huge hulking black guys always ready to kick
a little white ass. I plead I'm here at the invitation of Metro publicist
Janie Liszewski. They've never heard of her. They move me along.
I hate big huge parties like these, with big huge lines, with long waits.
I spot Dr. X, AVN photographer. We chat. Metro and Sin City parties
are always a "cluster----" in the words of one photographer.
I find my way to the right publicity girls.
A limo pulls up and two beauties step out - Mercedes and Liza. Liza
doesn't do porn, she's more like a fitness model. She doesn't want to
talk to me. Mercedes is chatty.
Mercedes winks at about Liza: "You want her, don't you?"
Luke: "I'm an objective professional journalist. I can't go there."
In the industry three years, Mercedes has done over 100 films.
Luke: "You've been a busy girl?"
Mercedes: "I don't know. Not as much as I should be."
She's a tall solid dark-skinned girl with pumped up tits.
Liza, I know you are out there. You need to send me an email so we can
have an interview and discuss these important questions.
It's hard to establish enough rapport tonight to get good answers to
your questions in the crowded conditions of party entrances.
The two of them disappear inside the party.
I find my place among the rest of the news media, half of which is black.
I've never seen these guys before. They're here for the black rappers
I guess.
I manage to introduce myself to Janie and shake her hand.
No wonder she works as a stuntwoman. She's toned and muscular.
I know nothing about rappers. I don't recognize any of these guys. I
don't belong here.
A group of black rappers come out of a limo and I can't understand what
they're saying. I think they're promoting their next album. They're
dressed like basketball players.
The one thing I do understand about black rappers is that they sure
like their pretty young white girls.
I look over the guest line and there's a ton of hot-looking young white
girls. Why can't a Bible study attract such a crowd of slutty chicks?
The crowd is about half black and I have a hard time as a white guy
understanding what many of them are rapping or singing or however you'd
describe their communication.
One black cameraman keep shining his bright light into my eyes. Most
of the blacks seem to have urban accents.
Traffic snarls and stops as limo after limo pulls up and stops in front
of the party.
At 9PM, a cop comes by to patrol things.
I feel like a hokey out-of-it honky.
Nick Manning walks through with his blonde girlfriend April. A black
camera guy asks Nick who he is. Nick won't answer. Nick's white chain-wearing
flack walks behind him and says, "Nick Manning is the number one male
performer in the industry right now. He's a writer, director and producer."
Black camera guy: "I wanted him to tell the public, not me."
The two main publicist are cute, not beautiful, and professional young
women around the age of 30.
Echo is the spunky black entertainment publicist Metro hires to do their
mainstream publicity.
The Money B limo pulls up. It is huge. About seven compartments. Black
men and beautiful white and ethnic women pour out. I recognize Avy Scott,
Bella Donna, Mari Possa.
Mari: "I don't like what you wrote about me. I'm not saying any more."
Mari Possa says she doesn't like the way I wrote up her appearance last
night on KSEXradio.com. She won't tell me why exactly she's upset. She
shakes her head at me.
It makes me sad to have Mari mad at me because we've always gotten along
famously.
Other porn girls include Ann Marie, Kelly Erickson, India, Caramel,
Sansilla, Envy Mi, Angel (big black girl).
When the girls drop their tops, I drop my camera and experience a welter
of emotions. I wonder where the authorities are. Shouldn't they be controlling
these things?
I want to lump over the barricade and use my bare hands to cover these
ladies' dignity. I want to offer up my honor, which I have been using
to no good purpose, as a vicarious atonement on behalf of these topless
pornettes. I want to throw myself in front of the cameras and reap obloquoy
and save their own sacred selves.
I look away and think of the green hills of England and the poetry of
Robert Blake.
I chat briefly with Vivid girl Tawny Roberts and her tall boyfriend.
It's a zoo of crowded sweaty bodies, photographers straining against
each other to capture the right shot.
India is hoarse. Envy Mi is amiable.
Ron Jeremy is brought up to pose with the girls.
Ron sees me and comes over for a friendly chat. He praises my performance
in a forthcoming documentary on porn names - Fluffy Comes A Lot by Nathan
Garfinkle.
Ron: "You looked real good. You spoke real soft. It was a nice contrast.
Everyone else was jumping around. You came across calm. You made a few
jabs at the business. That's all right. I'll get you a copy."
I see Nikita Denise and her husband being ignored by the publicist and
try to intervene to say what a big porn star she is and they should
let her in.
I met Nikita and her hubby soon after she entered the industry in March
of 2001 on the set of Succubus. That day Nikita and hubby bought a computer
so they could read l-keford.com.
Cindi Loftus writes: "HI Sweetie, it's NIKITA DENISE. not Nakita. If
you ask me, she is one of the most beautiful creatures on earth and
I was lucky enough to become friends with her and her beau. I was in
her movie La Femme Nikita Denise 2, which was a blast! Love your Sex
and the Studio party story and Wankus's too."
I leave the party 9:50PM. In fact, I never step foot inside.
Considering the spiritual heights I attained this afternoon on my birthday,
I couldn't set foot in the party. I couldn't sully myself with that
sinful rap music. And porn stars too? Oy vey! What would my pastor say?
They say how you spend your birthday predicts what your year will be
like. Mine will be filled with friends, good food, massage, good books,
the life of the mind, feeding the hungry, housing the homeless, covering
the naked...
But if you change the world, and have not love, what are you?
I think this rap-porn connection is a result of the breakdown of organized
religion in America.
Sex and the Studio: Reflections
2003-05-29 16:11:19
Luke: "Many of your boys were there last night at
Sex and the Studio. I don't understand that rap stuff."
XXX: "Ike Turner (former husband of singer Tina Turner) has converted
to Judaism. He's not Orthodox but he wears a chai on his neck and a
Star of David."
Luke: "Does he keep the Sabbath and keep kosher?"
XXX: "I don't know. He's like Sammy Davis Jr.
"Money B and Digital Underground, their whole career resurfaced when
they did the Players Ball. They wanted to do a video. We introduced
them to Christian Mann, Metro. They spoke to Hustler. I'm hearing they
sold 12,000 units already of Sex and the Studio."
Luke: "They shut it down shortly after 10PM, I guess, reading the account
of Wankus."
XXX: "Darren Blatt has his bachelor party Friday night, May 30. They
should've called you yesterday. They needed whores for Darren's bachelor
party."
Luke: "I wouldn't know about things like that."
XXX: "You know all the girls who escort. They should've called you for
Kiki D'Aire's number.
"Darren's bachelor party is going to be mellow."
Luke: "With whores?"
XXX: "Very mellow."
Luke: "Very mellow whores."
XXX: "Strippers not whores. You know what I mean."
Luke: "Why are whores sought?"
XXX: "Aren't they one and the same?"
Luke: "Yeah."
XXX: "Metro has had about ten new people in their office in the past
three months. Yuki Rosenfeld got fired. They have a new president.
"Money B and crew are about the oldest people at Metro other than Ron
Jeremy. Owner Ken Guarino shakes things up.
"Too-Short wasn't there?"
Luke: "I wouldn't know."
XXX: "Would you know Al Sharpton if he was there?"
Luke: "Yeah because he's a preacher. I know my preachers better than
my rappers."
XXX: "You are very isolated and sheltered in that little hovel of yours."
Luke: "How are you doing with your schwartzes?"
XXX: "They're fine. They love me. Schwartzes have caught on to the name
schwartze. It's funny when Too-Short says, 'I'm your favorite schwartze.'
Because none of them pronounce it right."