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Anna Malle broke into adult through amateur work for Tim Lake's Homegrown Video. An appearance at an adult video trade show led her to the "big leagues where she more than lives up to her name as a sexually demanding and always orgasmic f---," says AFW editor Jeremy Stone. "We fell madly for her in The Gangbang Girl 14 where she turns from a bookish babe to a ball-draining bimbo who thirsts for cum and drinks plenty of it real deep. She also stars in Anal Torture and Fantasy Chamber. Anna is a nymphomaniacal sex performer, driven by the need to f--- and suck and be watched doing it."

The tall brunette stands 5'7, and weighs 115 pounds. She measures 34D-24-36. Her ethnicity is German, Cherokee and Irish. Malle features a couple of tattoos: One of a rose in a cloud on her left breast and another rose bush near her pubic hair. She names Nina Hartley as her mentor.

Anna met her husband Hank Armstrong in Florida. "We were together there for about a year...in an open relationship.

"When we are home there are several couples that we like to play with. We live in Vegas and commute to LA to do porn. I dance regularly in Vegas.

"What's a camera? When you're a swinger you are used to f---ing in front of other people. We could f--- in front of you right here." (AFW)

The Hitchhiker 5: The Traffic Jam features Malle, "a dark-haired stunner who takes choad like a champ. With Max Hardcore holding her head back, he gets off a nice preliminary pop, all over her face, enough to sate most ordinary men. But Max isn't your average Joe, and follows that up a few moments later with a bigger splooge shot that drenches the gleeful Malle. She revels under his mighty outpourings and winds up a real sight in white." (HEVG)

"Anna Malle is the madwoman on porn," says Jeremy Stone. "She loves being f---ed, loves eating pussy and takes it in the ass with vigor... She's one of the nastiest of the new breed of bitch in heat and when she cums, her eyes roll back in her head and she screams her pleasure out for the world to see and hear. We caught up with her on the set of Diva, the new Michael Ninn production for VCA Platinum Plus. Anna was only too eager to open her box and let us peek into the pink." (AFW)

Max Hardcore remembers performing with Anna. "I f---ed her on top of a five story parking garage on Broadway in downtown Los Angeles one Saturday afternoon. She would do anything. But now she won't talk to me and I don't know why?" (Swank's Video World)

The brunette now scorns Max because she believes that he abuses women.

Born (September 14, 1968) and raised in Iowa, Malle had little luck with her first few relationships. "I wasn't allowed to express myself sexually. The men in the past were selfish, insecure, and jealous, of me because of my nature. This is a real turn off to me! I have since moved on and have danced exotically for seven years. Yes, I am bisexual and enjoy both men and women. I do care about cleanliness and sexually-transmitted diseases. I obviously enjoy anal intercourse. Other turn-offs are self-centeredness, jealousy, close mindedness, unkept personal hygiene. Turn-ons are many: nicely dressed, well groomed people, confidence, sensitivity, attentiveness, truthfulness, caring, and a sense of humor." (From Anna's internet site)

"Anna Malle - she's just getting too old," writes Max Volume on RAME, "I am afraid, and without heavy makeup (which I hate) to cover up those pot marks on her face (and, she has a weird chin), I am not fond of her anymore. She was nasty right from the start (sex wise), but she never progressed... I never hear of her getting fisted or doing pee scenes. She's a formula porn star. And, ever since I heard her say one time in the background of a vid that she prefers her pussy hairy... Yuck!"

AFW disagrees. Anna stars in Tom Byron's Cumback Pussy 3. "Malle is at her gutter talking, sweaty f---ing bst; she's a slut bitch goddess, an X-rated version of Vampira, or those women who to rule the universe in 1950s science fictions movies; her face and sexual contortions it goes through, blow me away. It's really a waste of spectacular pussy to f--- her in the ass, no matter how much she likes it."

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Review: Anna Malle In Kansas City - Chapter 4

or

"The Porn Gods Are Smiling Down Upon Me"

... epilog to the travelogue...

I get into my car, I notice some average lookin' girlies parking their cars and walking into the club. These are the night shift dancers, another mystery of the universe I contemplate is how "average" these girls look on the outside, yet when they get slutted-up in the club, they appear to be goddesses... oh well....

I pull out of the parking lot and figure out my next move. Its Thursday, and I have not seen Alexis, I believe for nearly 3 weeks now. Alexis is a Midori/Monique replica who works at the Attic Lounge a sleazy dive of a club, which has upgraded its decor this year. The sad thing is they made the place darker, no lapps were ever offered here, but the girls come around TO YOU and dance in front and aside you. Contact is not allowed, however, many of the girls know how to "skirt the rules".

I take the scenic route to the club (i.e., observe the street-walkers) and as I pull up over a bridge, my eagle vision sees a motorcycle cop who is waiting at the bottom of the bridge. I am his... Instinctively, as I see him, I gingerly but swiftly slow down, I see the red light and pull over. I have Anna's Witches Are Bitches boxcover in a bag on the front seat, along with the two polaroids which are turned over. I hand my license to the leathered-up cop as he tells me I was going 50mph in a 35 zone. I apologize, and hope a Rodney Kinging isn't in order. If he was a SHE I probably would have liked that.... :) He asked me if I had a radar detector, I said no (how could I figure out how to use a radar detector when the automatic coffee pot in my office is flashing the wrong time because I can't figure out or am too lazy to figure out how to make it work), then he said that I must have an "eagle eye", I nodded lamely affirmative,,,,,,, yes, I can track danger and pussy miles away... :)

The Porn Gods Are Smiling Down Upon Me, and the cop says, "As much as I'd like to give you a ticket, you did slow down when you saw me, so I'm going to let you go". I was stunned, this is the first time in my life "da heat" had ever given me a break. I didn't have to give the cop a blowjob or nothin'! Feeling frisky, I gently pulled away, making sure I dotted my i's and crossed my t's. I pulled into the parking lot of Erotic City, a mainstay of sleaze on Kansas City's east side. Needing to relieve my bladder of OJ, I ran the gauntlet of the gay cruisers downstairs in the video arcade area. One sorta feels how wimmenz are ooggled by us pervs, when one runs the gay gauntlet at this place, its surprising though, whenever a dancer from upstairs goes downstairs, the boyz part like the "waves of the Red Sea"....

Relieved, (keep your mind out of the gutter, and give me a break!), I went upstairs, and there,,,, there, Alexis, a 5'7" long lost twin of Midori was walking, in a long white shirt, white undies, clear platform heels, white wide brim hat, and those "max hardcore white anklets".... I sat down, and soon she was ON me like yoke-to-an-egg.

She asked what I had been up to.... A loaded question. I told her of my cop incident, and then I showed her my pictures of Anna and my time at Bazooka's. She told me she had worked there for a week, then left, she said the management sucked. She said Anna was a good looking girl.

I asked if I could ever get pictures of her "that way", she just :):) :)'d..... Her time to dance, I had some $2 bills left, and I tipped her copiously. After her dance she came over to me, sat down real, real close, smiled and told me how "sweet" it was of me to tip the $2 bills, she said she was a "collector" of them..... I drifted into more pathetic loser small talk with her, occasionally cataloging in my mind, my highly acclaimed gonzo flick I'd die to make with her..... :)

We are joined by a range-fed-natural-version of "Julie Rage". The blond, voluptuous dancer of the stage, is dancing to AC/DC's "She's Got The Jack". "Julie" asks Alexis and I, if we knew what the song meant. To me AC/DC are lame s---s, any band member who wears shorts on stage, other than lets say Sheryl Crow, should be shot, but I digress.

Julie says in Australian, "Jack" means the "clapp". Alexis thanks Julie coyly for passing on this bit of knowledge and says, "I learn something new everyday here"..... Ms. blond voluptuous who occasionally dances in her glasses, comes over to me and I slide a few singles up between her perfect, upturned 34C's. I whisper to her, that afterwards she needs to consult "Julie" on her song selection... :)

It's Alexis' turn up to bat, blonde voluptuous, in her sexy glasses is nuzzled up next to me. Alexis start to slow dance on stage, I mean really slowwwwwwwww. Blond voluptuous whispers in my ear, "She has such a heavenly body, I just adore watching her"..... My heart stops, my tiny mind starts racing, I envision the two "tangled up in blue" in a gonzo scene, "ebony and ivory", here in the club. I whisper back, "You know, WE need to tag-team her!", I got an evil smile in return.....

Its time for me to turn into a pumpkin, right when some g/g is about to happen, but I gotta get home or the warden will cancel my work-release program. Alexis comes by one last time, she rubs with her leg my xxxtreme upper thigh, generating electricity, then she bends over, presents her ass to my face and slowly, very slowly works her cheeks. She parts her dark pussy and I see wet pink, she has constant eye contact with me all along, what a sweetheart! I slide my tip between her pointy 34B's, tell her I have to turn into a pumpkin, she gives me a gentle range-fed kiss and drifts off. I tell smiling blond voluptuous next to me I need to leave, and to "work on setting up that tag-team-match"........I leave, fire up the starship, turn on the raaadio, and listen to John ThoroughGood lament about his "land lady coming by to collect the rent, him leaving, taking with him only his John Lee Hooker record collection, going to a bar, and ordering.....one bourbon, one scotch, one beer!.... :)

.... Later that evening, I give Anna a call. The hotel info which Roadie had written down, I dialed, and found out, there was no such room number, and when I gave them her "name", there was no-one registered as such, my heart sank... Then the helpful sweetie on the other end said maybe the person was staying at their "downtown location". I called over there, gave the room number, and the sweetheart on the phone said, we have no such room, she asked who I was looking for, I gave the name Anna Malle, and she put me through to her room. I got voice mail, and left my information where I could be reached.

The next day at work, Friday, at 10:30am I still had not heard from Anna. I figured she was to be onstage within two hours and she should be "up" by now, so I dialed her from work (like I figured, *I* had been "up" for 5 1/2 hours, she should be up by now as well... :).

Again, the hotel operator passed me through to her room. After about the 4th ring, I hear this sexy, xxxtremely groggy voice say, "helloooo". It was Anna and I had waked her up. I apologized for this.

She started coming in clearer now, still a bit spacey, and told me she had gotten in about 1am, after going to the grocery store. Since I am lame, I didn't follow up in "Luke manner", and ask her what she purchased.... :) She told me she got my voice mail from the evening, had written down the info, and would call me back after she had her coffee, shower, etc., I told her that was a deal, and waited for her call......

Well, she never did call.

Why I don't know, maybe she was peeved that I had called and woken her up. Maybe she got "side-tracked" and lost track of space and time.

Maybe she just wanted to be left alone...... We will never know. And to think, I had my "interview" down pat.

If she would have granted me an "interview" I would have started "Luke-style" with, "have you ever had sex with a transsexual"... then followed up with...."have you ever had sex with a man, dressed up in woman's clothing"....

( xxxtreme smile at Luke's expense, sorry Luke, we actually do "appreciate you!".... )

When Saturday rolled around I thought about going to her noon show, and talk to her again, figuring she had 4 hours free before her next show in the evening, and maybe she could "squeeze me in", however, I was feeling a "lil blue" about the situation and didn't want to appear to be more of a pathetic loser than I already was, and like, hey, I had already expressed my interest to her on 4-5 previous occasions....

In summary, as I see it,,,,,without wimmenz and bluesy situations like this, there would be no "material" for the likes of John Lee Hooker, Stevie Ray Vaughn, and yes, even Melissa Ethridge..., to sing about...

Anna Malle Died Wednesday 1/25/06 In A Car Accident

From Her Website:

Wed Jan 25 2006 - 17:34 - To All of Anna's fans and admirers. With deep sadness I have to announce that Anna has passed away today in an auto accident. She will be missed by all and has always enjoyed her life to the fullest. I'm sure that her memory will always be with her fans and friends. For all of you please say a prayer to her and let her know that she was loved. Sept 9, 1967 - January 25, 2005

Anna's husband Hank is fine. He wasn't in the accident, which was not alcohol related and Anna was not driving.

Malle was cut in half.

I've been acquainted with Anna for about a decade. We never had a deep talk. She seemed distant and hardened by her time in the sex industry. Over the past eight years, she's worked principally as an escort.

I found it sad watching her age. Sex is a cruel industry for a female performer to grow old in.

She and her husband were major swingers.

She surely slept with over 1,000 men in her life.

In many ways, Hank was the opposite of his wife. He was reliable, steady, and responsible. She was a party girl. She was an alcoholic. Hank did his best to keep her sober. He was successful for only short times. Most guys would've left her.

Ycaza writes on GFY: "She was at a buddy of mines bachelor party and she was awesome, I met her a few times, she was nuts, but great fun."

Senor Early writes on GFY: "If you ever look at any of the dead porn star lists, more porn stars die from car accidents than AIDS, drug overdoses and suicides put together."

Luc Wylder writes on GFY: "Rest in peace my sweet Anna Malle. The May West of porn. I am honored to have worked with Anna many times. She was my wild slave girl in Bizarre Video productions. I wish I could keep take better care of my toys. Her love for live overtook her in later years & Anna struggled with getting her life back in order. We had many discussions on the topic of living one day at a time. I wish I had been more of a friend. I thank Anna for all the wonderful parties she organized at the East Coast Convention, Atlantic City. I will always rember her "I don't give a s--- what the world thinks of me" attitude. I loved her laughter. Miss you already."

From the Las Vegas Review Journal:

The latest traffic death on the road occurred Wednesday, when a 37-year-old woman suffered fatal injuries in a crash on Route 160 just west of Rainbow Boulevard around 11:44 a.m.

The woman, whose name had not been released Wednesday night, was a passenger in a westbound Dodge Stratus that appeared to be attempting a U-turn when it entered the eastbound traffic lane and was broadsided by a pickup. The car's driver survived, the Nevada Highway Patrol said.

The Pocketcomb Pimp writes:

I am so saddened by the news of Anna's passing. We have had several deaths in the industry over the last year, but none have come close to impacting me as much as Anna's.

Anna was a gifted performer, and I can't name a scene she did that did not reflect her passion, hunger and satisfaction for her performance. By my standards she was a beauty among women that keep hair stylist & makeup artists on call. Straight hair, curly hair or extensions Anna always outshined women a fraction of her age. If she was active today she would most likely be my favorite performer and giving Jeanna Fine a run for her money as my favorite performer of all time.

It's unfortunate that her last impression of the industry was not more positive, but I do recall reading that fellow gifted performer, Mustang Sally Layd also left the industry with a similar salty taste in her mouth.

Even though Anna only appeared in a few IR titles, her impact was important. Her two scene with Sean Michaels are legendary and she is by far the only women worthy of sharing the spotlight with Sean and Jeanna in New Wave 5.

Some fans are fanatical, but I always considered myself a fan of the industry more than a performer, but for the 1st time I am truly sad to see a star fade out too soon. RIP Anna, your works will not go unappreciated.

Mook writes on XPT: "I am deeply saddened as a part of my youth has died as well, the really horny, lonely part that watched scrambled porn while my mom was asleep. I 'm contemplating a last masturbatory tribute to her tonight, but I'm afraid that might be too weird."

Lainie Speiser writes:

Luke I am stunned, shocked and horrified to hear that my favorite porn star in the whole damn world Anna Malle died so tragically yesterday. But like the beautiful, unique and glamorous people in the leagues of James Dean and Jayne Mansfield, she went out in a blaze of glory. What is it with these car crashes? Honestly I care loads more about this than Princess Di’s car crash.

I met Anna and Hank during my time at Fox Magazine when she was hired as their Stripper Editor. Technically I met her at AVN ’99 when we were contemplating hiring her. I loved her immediately, she wore her hair scraped back and wore a lovely evening gown. She struck me as a young Joan Collins with her gorgeous high cheekbones. And her personality knocked me out. Anna had confidence, humor, class and most of all honesty. We hired her right away and I believe she stayed with Fox for the next 6 years.

I got to hang out quite a bit with Anna and Hank. I loved them as a couple to me it was the must successful romance in porno history. Sure they could fight like mad and more than once Anna would ask me to keep him away from her, especially when he watered-down her Sky Vodka bottle. I liked Hank very much, he too was smart, dynamic, laid back the total ying to her yang. When I went out with Anna and Hank it was a sheer pleasure. They were real people who enjoyed travel, movies, good food, good wine, music and just enjoying life to the fullest. I didn’t hang out with them for business, I hung out with them because genuinely I regarded them as friends.

A lot of people can say Anna was a cartoon character or a bit of a joke. Truth is she was smarter than most of the people I’ve met in this business. She didn’t sugar coat it, she didn’t pretend it was something more than it was, but she loved it thoroughly. I could relate to her, because we both loved porn most of all because it gave us the freedom to be individuals. And Anna Malle was a most wonderful and unique individual. She had a heart of gold and even though I’ve not seen her in about four years I can assure you that I will never ever forget her, and she will always be a big part of my adult industry memories. THE BEST PART.

Luke when I did a reading at the Virgin Megastore late last year to promote Naked Ambition, I chose to read the beginning of the book about a party I threw with Anna Malle. It went over very well, everyone laughed, and not because I’m such a great reader or writer but because of Anna Malle and how hilarious, wonderful and electric she was. Anna in one word to me is just that ELECTRIC. I love her dearly.

Here is my chapter in the book, I think it would be a loving tribute to print a portion of it, the Anna Malle portion on your site.

Now I have to take a walk and smoke a cigarette and let this sink in.

Lainie Speiser writes in Naked Ambition:

Sephardic Porn Peddler

It was truly a scene out of the film Boogie Nights, complete with its supporting actress and real-life porn star Nina Hartely. It was my promotional party for the hardcore rag Fox Magazine, a closing party for the East Coast Video Show. I was proud of myself because all the greats were there -- Ron Jeremy, Jill Kelly, Jewel De'Nyle, Gina Lynn -- and hosted by my all-time favorite porn couple, Anna Malle and Hank Armstrong. At Fox magazine we had our own special schtick: the actual porn personalities were also the editors and publishers. It was a great tool for a publicist, an easy way to keep the media machine going because the girls were in the magazine every month. Anna Malle was the Stripper Editor, a sexy, outrageous, horny and happy woman who adored being the naughty center of attention. One of the reasons I loved Anna so much that it was immediately obvious to all those who met her that she truly was a fun-loving, crazy nympho who was lucky enough to find a forum that would allow her to behave like this and get paid at the same time. For a promoter like me, it is these women whom you most want to work with because they loved what they did as much as I did.

Anna and Hank made the perfect swinging sex couple. She looked so different than the other women in this business. In a sea of blondes, she was dark and exotic with an American Indian lineage. Her high cheekbones, dark hair, caramel-colored skin and wiry, rubberband of body that screamed high energy set her apart from the rest. She loved to f---. She loved men and women, and even in our off-time she always managed to make every occasion a celebration. Hank was the yin to her yang. He looked like a retired football player, big and blond, mellow and likeable. Of course, he also had a humongous cock and whenever anyone in the office happened to have a big banana we would take a pen and write "Hank's Crank" across it. When they came to town we would all be excited and giddy because they were so much fun to be around. "The Malles are coming!" we would jokingly cry, "The Malles are coming!"

My party with "The Malles" was held at a duplex suite in the Sands Hotel and Casino, outfitted with booze, food, a bartender and a big pool table. By midnight the place was in full effect and I could tell even the publisher, Russell Orenstein, was pleased then again what Italian-Jewish heterosexual wouldn't be. The soiree was dripping with tanned, tight bodies which were topped off with big fake tits, their nipples out and proud in their flimsy dresses and halters, standing at attention like a cherry on top of a frosted cupcake. Anna glowed in a Bebe's number, which was really just a very fancy, silky, gold robe with two buttons fastened at the waist, a matching gold g-string and spiky f----me heels. She ran around the place like a squirrel on amphetamines, laughing and talking and charming the s--- out of everyone. At one point, she was hopping about with an empty champagne bucket, begging tips for the bartender who was swarmed by heavy drinkers like flies to a giant turd. "Everyone! Everyone! I just want you all to know that RON JEREMY just put FIVE DOLLARS in the bucket!" She waved the fiver high over her sleek dark head. "FIVE DOLLARS! RON JEREMY!" And of course we all laughed and cheered because everyone in the business knows The Hedgehog is one cheap mofo.

My boyfriend Tom was there, too, taking photos of it all and looking like Jimmy Olsen turned rock star with his black leather pants and ribbed black turtleneck offsetting his shiny blond hair and teenybopper angel face. He took a photo of me and Nina Hartley, whom I gushed at in admiration. The well-preserved, middle aged sex-pot purred and ran her hand inside of the blouse that exposed my midriff. "Ummm…" she said in my ear. "You're soft and smooth like a woman should be." Nina ran her tongue along the outline of my ear and Tom happily clicked away while my face turned hot and red. "Awww, you're so sweet." I said, "Thank you." Anna jumped to join us for a pose, grabbed Tom's leather clad package for a tight squeeze and shouted, "DAMN, HE'S HOT!!!" Then she turned quickly to me. "I hope that's okay, Miss Lainie. I'm just goofing around." I was touched by her good manners and I elbowed her narrow torso. "Oh, Anna. You know you're the only one I would allow a free grope." Tom and I had met on the job. He worked as a copy editor and our big romance, we suspected, was an object of scorn among some of the higher ups on staff. It was one thing to have a fling, but this was an exclusive relationship and we were in love. Tom and I were quiet and discreet about it, but he was coincidentally fired soon after we were spotted by the office manager cuddling on the #6 train at 8:00am. His presence at this party made my boss Russell Orenstein quite uneasy, but I just decided to ignore it. Yeshiva schooling had taught me a few things. The biggest was never to act guilty about anything you're doing, whether it's wrong or right. Besides, there were plenty of provocative nubiles around, treating him like an emperor.

By 2am it was time to break it up. Anna and Hank were going to use the suite to shoot "Swinger Party" footage for their website and possibly to sell it as a DVD. She had her heels off at that point and stood on the glass coffee table. "I want to thank you all for coming! I want to thank Fox magazine! I want to thank Russell Orenstein! I want to thank Miss Lainie for throwing this wonderful party!!" There were claps and hoots among the guests. Then Anna clapped her hands together and said, "Now for those of you who are here to f---, please stay! And for those who aren't, please collect your coats in the upstairs bedroom!" Tom looked hopefully at me, but I quickly dashed that. "Okay Bud, lets go," I said. In the upstairs bedroom Anna and I hugged and I thanked her for being her wonderful, sweet self. Anna, thin and small boned somehow managed to catch me off guard and knocked me over, landing me on the bed, where she promptly jumped on top of me, straddled me, pinned me down and yelled, "YOU WILL LIKE GIRLS!!!!" Of course, she was joking and we laughed and rolled around like kids. Tom took photos and said, "That's what I keep telling her Anna, but she doesn't listen."

Anna Malle Interview From Late '98

Al: Is there anything sexually that you won't do?

Anna: I won't do animals, children, or some types of devient behavior like defecation.

Al: You've done some infamously nasty scenes with Max Hardcore. Is it true you don't really speak to him anymore?

Anna: We speak but on a business level. I realize that he is the character Max for the market he is after. Personally, he's a great guy. I don't want to be involved with him as Max in a movie, though. I am not into being cut down and degraded by a character that's an asshole. We have been at the same functions and parties together and in a porn sense, I know his market of fans and don't need those kinds of fans.

Chloe Nicole writes:

I am gonna miss her sooo much. Anna was the craziest, sexiest, most over-the-top LADY I ever had the pleasure to be friends with. She was the real deal, no bullshit, no apologies, just always shooting straight from the hip. I looke up to her, and our friendship was probably destined because I am the same way. She pointed that out to me once in Tampa on a tour we were together on. Hank was always right there beside her, or at least trying to keep up.

My heart goes out to Hank, who is a wonderful man...and has good fisting skills on top of that. I remember so many stories that I could share about Anna and mine's escapades...because most of them weren't on tape...but suffice to say...I hope she is in the same place where someday I'll end up, cuz I didn't get enough time with her...nobody could of. I remember the moment when I thought to myself, "I've truly arrived in this industry". At some club somewhere in America, I had blurted out some sexual innuendo, as I've been known to do on occassion, and Anna was with me, and she turned to me and said "f--- Chloe, you're the only person in the world that can still make ME blush...and that's not an easy f---ing thing to do."

And she's right...that woman had been there and done that 100 X's more, longer, and better than any of us. I bragged for years about being able to make Anna Malle blush...and hopefully I will again someday. Where ever you are right now, Anna...I still have a couple things to say that could make you blush. And for Hank...I love you and I love your heart, and if there is anything I can do to make any of this a little better, don't hesitate to reach me...I'll be on the next flight. Aside from that, what can one really say to those left behind...except I have NO doubt that she'll wait for you. I LOVE YOU , ANNA. AND I LOVE YOU, HANK!!!!! My sincerest condolences and I've cried more than a bucket already, and I'm not done.

1/31/06

Nina Hartley Remembers Anna Malle

Nina writes on Nina.com:

I've known Anna and Hank since they were an amateurs our of Florida. She visited me and my ex-husband when we lived in Marina del Rey and we gave the two of them all the advice we could. The play was good, too. She and my ex shared a birth date, which made their connection all the nicer. I liked her right away. She was all Virgo: passionate and opinionated, with a very big heart behind it all.She was beautiful, energetic, horny, smart, fiesty and very down to earth. She loved Hank fiercely and he was always there for her.

She was also invaluable in my Guides to Anal Sex and Swinging, since she was an enthusiastic practitioner of both activities. I think she and Hank really sold it to regular couples, as I've gotten good reviews for that tape ever since. We did a lot at the Lifestyles convention in Vegas for a few years in a row, and then she really took off as the Queen of the Swing Scene as I scaled back my involvement due to the unraveling of my first marriage. We made a great pair; blonde/brunette, buxom/slender. Between the two of us a guy would bound to find something he liked!

...We met up again at one of the Lifestyles conventions in Las Vegas, she and Hank taking notes on how to use the business instead of it using her. How proud they were when they had earned enough in only a couple of years to buy a home in Las Vegas. She always gave the best parties at the East Coast Video Show in Atlantic City, I'll tell you that!

I used Anna in her first feature in VCA's 'The Secret Life of Nina Hartley' in a hot jailcell threesome, she was great. And I thought about her great performances in two of my earlier Guides, "Swinging" and "Anal Sex,' and how good she was in them and how sparkling our chemistry. She was dark, beautiful, mysterious, unpretentious, sinewy and horny and just enough submissive. In short, a perfect partner for me. Between the two of us, we had something for everyone.

She had the best cheekbones, courtesy of her Native American heritage, and a fierce yet playful twinkle in her eye. She loved Hank just as fiercely. At her first ever CES (yes, back when it still WAS the CES), at the Sahara Hotel in Vegas, she was signing autographs in a cramped booth. The semi-slimy company owner asked her if she'd like Hank to leave the booth to give her some space. Without a moment's hesitation she snapped at him, "Hank IS my space." I loved that line and admire what it represents.

My heart goes out to Hank at this sad and terrible time.

Anna, you'll be sorely missed, my dear. Thank you for all you shared with me.

Jack59 writes on Nina.com:

I understand and will respect Hank's wishes. But if there could be some way I could at least send flowers. I just had another crying jag, which is quite unlike me, it just came out of nowhere and there was no stopping it. I had one at work on Thursday, managed to control the sobs but there was no holding back the tears. Nothing has hit me this hard before. I guess Anna meant a lot more to me than even I realized.

Remembering Anna Malle

Skyler & Myles write:

Myles and I knew Anna for quite some years. My first time at the expo in Vegas she ran around after me trying to kiss me and I had wondered what the hell kind of business I was getting into....but I loved it. She made me smile all that week and anytime after that I saw her, which wasn't very often but she never forgot anyone she met. We would like to express our deepest sympathies. Our hearts go out and our prayers are eternal. She will me missed very much and it was entirely too soon for her. She had too much life to give, and to live.

de mortuis nil nisi bonum

It's cute when emailers (particularly those in the sex industry who are often desperate to show off how smart they think are) pretentiously try to employ a language in which they are not literate.

Cara writes me with the subject header above:

It means "of the dead, speak no evil."

Your comments about Anna Malle were tasteless and appalling.

That is to be expected from you, of course, but really - what will they say about you when you're dead?

"Here lies Luke..., talentless hack and hanger-on. He will not be missed."

Get a life.

Reality to readers: When you want to write to an English-language website, use English.

Terri writes Cara: "Dude, You forgot the verb. Cicero would be horrified, unless he were busy being being murdered by Augustus's goons. Oh, Bush Junior's State of the Union is on now. Gotto go."

Why do people waste their time watching such stuff? You can read the speech in two minutes. Then you can spend the other 40-minutes reading a good book.

Maxine writes me: "You have bad taste. I saw your comments about Anna Malle & I think you need to consider growing some tact & good taste. How'd you like it if someone said that about you if you died that way..... Good luck, the karma door will nail you on the way out."

I write Cara: "My job is to report the truth. Period.

"Why exactly should we not speak ill of the dead?"

She replies:

It's quite simple - they're dead, and not here to defend themselves. It's vastly different if they've been judged by a peer group, the Nuremburg trials, for example - but I don't consider you a peer and neither would anyone with the slightest common sense.

I had the pleasure of meeting Anna on two separate occasions when she featured at my club. Not only was she the picture of sobriety, but she was also kind and caring. She pooled all of her stage tips, a substantial amount, amongst the house dancers. Not one of the hundreds of feature dancers I've met ever thought to do something like that.

Your posthumous character assassination smacks of sour grapes. Did Anna refuse to give you freebie? Is that what this really boils down to?

Really, Luke - if your self-appointed job is to "report the truth" as you say - why don't you join Greenpeace or start an orphanage for Afghan children? It's a dubious charitable endeavor you've undertaken, this "porn crusader" persona of yours. Surely you're not so stupid you can't see that.

I reply:

My job is to write my column. I try to write the truth. I fail constantly but that is the aim. My coverage of Anne was no different from that of anyone else with her demons and addictions. About 90% of what I've published about Anne since she died has been glowing.

Have you ever read British obituaries? They're in an entirely different style from the American ones which strive to not say anything bad about the deceased. I want to give a well-rounded human picture of a human.

I've never asked any sex worker for a date or for any form of freebie, sexual or otherwise.

It's not the job of activist groups such as Greenpeace to write about truth. Their job is to be activists. Activism and the type of (generally) dispassionate writing I do are opposites.

It's not so much that I appointed myself to this job. My readers, such as you, appointed me. Without thousands of people such as yourself, Cara, I'd be doing something else for a living.

When I die, I hope people speak the truth (good, bad and ugly) about me.

SHOES! I LOVE SHOES

A chat with Anna Malle.

By Tom O’Connell (2/9/06) for the New York Press

I asked Lainie if she thought the porn shops would still stock the prosthetic vagina/rectum of our late porn star friend, Anna Malle. “Of course they will,” she said. “Anna would have wanted it that way.”

My ex-girlfriend Lainie and I were both sad to hear that Anna’s body had been torn apart in a car accident in Las Vegas two weeks ago. At the time of her death, Anna and her husband, Hank Armstrong, had retired from the business and taken straight jobs (Anna worked for the Bloomingdale’s bridal registry). The following was to appear with video clips we shot for a porno site, but the ax fell on that operation, and it never ran. Anna’s memory lives on not only in our hearts, but in the rubber replicas of her torso that men are still sliding their stuff into, even in death.

“You guys don’t mind if I get changed right here, do you?”

Anna Malle doesn’t wait for an answer. She seldom does. Off comes the top, revealing two enormous silicone globes, their nipples pointing up. She shimmies out of tight leopard-print pants, and there it is, the famous pink pussy that’s been immortalized as a vibrating sex toy that men actually stick their dick in and make sweet love to.

And her husband, Hank Armstrong? He’s standing a few feet away in the kitchen of this one-bedroom apartment in Soho. I shoot the shit with him as Anna slips into her porn-star uniform—black-leather mini, pink baby T, clear stilettos—in the living room. When Anna is ready, she and Hank get comfortable on a couch, under the glare of a hot light and in the sights of a video camera—home, sweet home—for an interview for a porno Web site.

Anna Malle is a beautiful brunette firecracker. She’s a self-described “total Midwestern girl,” an improbable-sounding tag for a fading plastic-enhanced bombshell who gets it on for a living. The Iowa native met Detroit-born Hank while dancing at a strip club where he tended bar, on the gulf coast of Florida.

“We had sex within the first hour of meeting each other,” she says, “but then we fell in love.”

Hank and Anna aren’t afraid to discuss the inherent negatives of porn.

“Once you cross the line and make your first video, you can never take it back,” says Hank.

“My two sisters totally disowned me,” says Anna.

They recently celebrated their 10th wedding anniversary.

They are an anomaly. And neither of them has that delusional Hollywood-speak manner that a lot of stars in this business have.

Exactly how old Hank was when they met is a little hazy. Anna: Subtract. Subtract 11. Hank: Thirty-five, 30. I’m 46 now, so subtract 11. Anna: Thirty-something. We have no idea. Yes, it’s 35.

What is definite is Hank and Anna’s love of sex. “We tell people all the time that we got in the business for the wrong reason: because we like sex,” says Anna, her gorgeous brown eyes lit up, her sharp, distinctive, perma-grin jaw easing out each lovely word. “And we do.”

Hank and Anna are distinct from other porn couples for two reasons: They entered the porn-movie business as a couple, and they did so as swingers. A few months after they met, while they were still working in the strip club, they had sex with another couple that had come into the club to see Anna dance. For them, swinging is about wanting to sleep with other people and see each other with other people. (Anna swings both ways; Hank is a straight shooter.)

“I enjoy seeing Hank enjoy sexual pleasure,” says Anna. But she’s quick to point out an essential trait of their relationship: “We know the difference between sex and love, you know.”

Jealousy, of course, is the big question I have for people like them. Most couples in this business will perform intellectual gymnastics in explaining why there is no jealousy at all—as do Anna and Hank, until I press them and they admit that they, too, suffer from life’s basest emotion, just like any other poor bastard who carries his heart on his sleeve.

Most of us are horrified at the thought of seeing our significant other getting it on with someone else; swinging porn stars are a different breed. Sex for them is business and pleasure. And the business of pleasure makes certain demands on one’s self-confidence and security. But Hank and Anna experience jealousy on a more esoteric level than do the rest of us.

“If Hank were to have sex with a girl that I knew was totally just trying to break us up, then it’s really bad,” says Anna. “We could never have a girlfriend. There could never be another Hank and Anna.”

“I just know where her heart is, and I don’t see a threat to be jealous,” says Hank.

Anna and Hank are not long for this industry. Anna is in her late 30s. As incredible as she looks now, she’d like to bow out gracefully in three to five years.

“I don’t want to read anything from someone seeing me at the porn convention—‘Sure wish she’d kept her clothes on.’ I never want to read anything like that.”

They are exploring several entrepreneurial ideas. For a while, they considered opening a bar in their home base of Las Vegas, before they decided that the extremely labor-intensive and red-tape-strewn pursuit was not for them. Now they’re talking about a chain of adult-video and accessory stores.

“Shoes, I love shoes,” says Anna. “So I have to have shoes, whatever I do. I’ll have to have shoes, and sell them, too.”

3/23/06

Kendra Jade Calls

9:17 p.m. Thursday.

I hear voices in the background. Then Kendra (in Chicago) comes on the line. "Did Anna Malle die?"

Luke: "Yes."

Kendra: "Ohmigod, how did I never know that?"

Luke: "Because you don't read lukeisback.com."

Kendra: "Hold on a minute, Cynthia. I'm working. Someone came to my job and said, 'You did a movie with Anna Malle and she's dead.' I'm like, she's what? How did she die, Luke?"

Luke: "She turned around on a highway and got hit by a car and cut in half."

Kendra: "Ohmigod. Where?"

Luke: "In Las Vegas where she lived."

Kendra: "Ohmigod, that's the most horrible thing I've ever heard. Who will look after her kids?"

Luke: "Her husband Hank."

Kendra: "Ohmigod, that's pretty awful, Luke. She was one of the first people in the business who was even nice to me. At the time when the whole Jerry Springer thing happened, she told me, 'Keep you head up. Don't let everybody get you down.' She was cool with me.

"What if that happened to me? How could somebody die and nobody knows it? What if I died tomorrow? Would people know I was even dead?"

Luke: "The people who read Lukeisback."

Kendra: "Luke, honestly, that is the most horrible thing I've ever heard."

Luke: "Tell me your memories of her."

Kendra: "I can't tell you right now, honestly, because I'm drinking.

"OK, Luke, I have to go to work.

"This is going to happen to me. I'm going to die and people will never know it."