World Modeling Wednesday

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I arrive at 11:35am, 6/15/05. Business is slow.

Bill Margold walks in. He tells me to take a picture of Will Evans. "This is my great white hope," says Bill.

Marco Pallotti sold a hundred scenes to a webmaster who rejected the ten or so scenes containing foreign performers out of fear of the new 2257 regulations.

Jim South reports that producers aren't shooting foreign talent any more unless they have a green card because of the new 2257 regulations. Jim is telling agents and talent overseas to not fly to Los Angeles because he can't get them work.

Some of the girls are flying over anyway.

How will this affect foreign talent such as McKenzie Lee of ClubJenna and Melissa Lauren?

Melissa replies: "I'm fine."

One company says they have 270 man-days of work to get 2257-compliant. The regulations become effective June 23. Many companies won't be ready.

Krissy is from San Francisco's East Bay. She's been in porn for a month and done about seven scenes.

I hear about one Norwegian porner in the US is thinking about moving his corporate headquarters to Norway.

I go to lunch with Jim South Sr, Will Evans, Marco Pallotti, Scotty, Andrew (a photographer (mainly bondage) since 1977), and company.

I ask Marco if he's ever shed tears over a porn girl. He denies it. I am not convinced. Marco admits to having relations with porn girls but he refuses to admit feeling so deeply about them that he's shed tears. Even though he had a relationship with one for 18-months.

Does Marco Pallotti have a heart of stone or a heart of flesh? What kind of man can have sex with a woman without an emotional bond?

Marco has been mobile-phone-photo-blogging on Mobog.com but he's shifting to his own site (MPbog.com) because of the new 2257 regulations.

Nietzsche is a favorite philosopher of Marco's but he's never found a porn girl who he can discuss philosophy with, or anything with for that matter.

Marco discusses with great feeling how he rescued Little Grey Cat from under a hedge and fixed her two broken legs and brought her into his home and made an honesty pussy out of her. But he'd never consider taking a girl from out of the hedge of World Modeling, fixing her broken soul, and making an honest woman out of her, and taking her around his family and social circle and saying they met at World Modeling. He has all this compassion for his cat, but for ho's, nada.

Marco was married for eleven years. When his ex-wife found out he was working in porn, she said, "I'm not surprised."

I fear that 2257 regulations are breaking up relationships. Take a nice American guy dating a foreign porn whore. Because of the new regulations, he has to tell her that he can't book her for scenes any more. This marks the beginning of the end of their relationship.

Monstar writes on XPT about Marco: "I saw that dude @ the FOXE. what's the deal with him luke? I just went on the dude's website and it's from the perspective of the CAT! I mean, he must be a loon, right?"

Right.

Smiling Arab writes on XPT:

This is something that seems deeply ingrained in Western culture, but it's not. Go back to Greek and Roman texts: lost women are simply lost women, more dangerous and deserving of caution than pity. It all began with Mary Magdalen and the popularization of your accursed Hebrew creed. By the time the writers of Medieval romances came around, the Christian redemption myth had transformed the bitch that got man cast out of paradise over a goddamned piece of fruit into the suffering angel, looking to be saved. That is why--Cleetus, I'm looking in your direction--the only hope for Western civilization is its quick and immediate conquest by the Muslim hordes.

First, we'll take care of that whole ZOG thing. Eisner ain't going to be in charge of Disney, if you get my drift. You're not going to see Flavor Flav poking at a White woman on MTV and your daughters aren't going to come home bragging of their first lesbian strap-on gangbang at summer camp.

After that: feminism. Five steps behind, and if you mouth off you'll be replaced by your 18 year old cousin. It's worked for ages--why change?

Of course, this has no effect on pornography or vice. Whores are whores and there's no reason to deny them their essential nature.

Admit it, Luke: as scary as it sounds, and as much as you just love to denigrate the Arab, this is exactly what you and your twisted keyboard kommando warblogger friends want. This Republic of Virtue is the kind of society you want to live in.

You and I, we can talk plainly. But your friends? They're not brave enough to place the blame for the filth and degredation of their surroundings squarely where it belongs: on the shoulders of the Semite. That vicious Q-Tip you call your Jewish Mamma knows, yet worships at the altar of the televitz and participates in the orgy of corruption like a good Daughter of Abraham. They'll never let you in on their secret handshakes and pension plan, you know.

Face it: your future is with us. You've already bought your little beanie and made some ingratiating inroads into Oy Vey society, which isn't going to look good for you on the Day of the Rope. There's still time though. We could grind these lands into dust by simply shutting down the gas spigots. That's not how we operate, though. Why destroy in a year what we can take, peacefully, with our mighty reproductive powers in a decade? With us, everyone is equal except those who aren't, which is almost everybody. That's the kind of society you want.

No-no-no--you like Jews, you're amused by blacks in your aw-shucks Dingo Joe Crocaf---ingdile Dundee way. "Some of my best friends..." I understand. We all have a member of the tribe which seems to be an exception. You'd be mine, but I'm afraid that when push comes to shove, I won't be able to save you when the Eisners, the Friedans, the pimps, the feminists and the weak-kneed maggots feeding on the blood of this society are pushed up against a wall and disposed of quietly and without sorrow.