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Porno party, NYC style
February 27, 2006
Update
Ok, ok, a wee little bit of porno celebrity, me doing three things I’m good at: yammering about porn, wearing red (uh, it matches my eyes) and drinking whiskey.
I’m being intervied by Cam, who is Luke Ford’s literary agent. The interview will probably show up on Luke is back sometime soon.
end update
Last night I did not in the least feel like getting dressed and leaving the comfort of my home, especially to battle through the cold and go to a party alone – but I sucked it up, took some headache medicine, had some caffeine, and was on my way to Tristan Taormino’s release party for her new movie “House of Ass” and the second edition of her book, The Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women. I was pleasantly surprised that it was a really kick-ass party – because I’m jaded and generally really hate parties, I was sort of expecting to be mildly uncomfortable, talk to the handful of people I know, and then go home and sulk. Lovely attitude, right?
My night wasn’t like that at all. I should’ve had faith in Tristan’s ability to throw a party – the event had the same sensibility as the Throb play parties that she used to co-produce. She made an excellent decision to make entrance for men possible only if they were accompanied by a woman, and as a result there was a really mellow, distinctly unporn-party feel to the evening. There were an awful lot of queers around the place and a distinct lack of balloon-titted blonde women.
Like I said, I was flying solo and a little concerned that I’d be hanging out in a corner by myself, but I forgot to remember that I’m a “celebrity” (Altporn.net says so!) so people were Interested in My Opinions (and by “opinions,” I mean “corseted cleavage”). When I first got there I chatted briefly with Tristan, who was looking all glowy and radiant, and then I ran into one of the organizers of Sex Work Matters, and I knew then that I really wasn’t going to be lacking in conversation partners for the evening. I then bounced into a conversation with the lovely and sharp as a tack Charges of Rollertrain, but was pulled away from her by Lex and Les, who wear sunglasses at night (fellow NYC sex blogger Selina, who has the sense not to wear sunglasses at night, was there as well). I grabbed Rachel Kramer Bussel as she passed by, and she was a little flustered: “Justine Joli and her boyfriend were hitting on me – she was sitting on my lap, and she’s so soft,” she reported.
“What are you doing over here talking to me then?”
“I thought they might be kidding.”
“What? You’re pretty, you’re wearing a short skirt and you write a sex column for the Village Voice – they’re not kidding. Go back there and talk to them!”
Next it was onto the lovely surprise of Eon McKai’s presence, and we did some shop talk, with lots of arm waving and laughing. I also finally connected with Joanna Angel – its retarded that our paths have never crossed. We mused on the virtues of being on Fleshbot’s Top Ten Hotties of 2005 list, and she asserted that her top position on the list was entirely due to her willingness to give blowjobs to the people with the power. I laughed that I’d gotten to number three without any strategic blowjob distribution, but merely on the merits of my disposition. She nodded sagely, “Blowjobs – that’s the way to the top.”
And let’s not forget the cute male talent! Zak Sabbath is freshly back in NYC from LA and shooting with Benny Profane for a new movie Benny has done for VCA called “Barbed Wire Kiss” – it’s an autobiographical porn flick, which is something that probably only Benny can pull off perfectly. Zak and I gushed over Benny for a good long while (“He doesn’t belong in LA!” we lament), until I was distracted by the presence of the very charming/funny/totally dorky Tommy Pistol. As the club started to close down, the horde of alt-porners (plus me) headed to Yaffa Cafe, my second time there in two days. We sat in a back corner of the restaurant, yapped about porn, and did some boob comparisons, you know how it is.
So yes, it was a good night, and once I got rolling I didn’t feel so painfully solo. It was generally just a good night to be in NYC and to be proud of what happens here. Porno Jim and Dicey wandered into conversations I was having throughout the night, and emphatically assisted in my quest to love NYC (it’s not much of quest, really). My scientific conclusion is that 10 out of 10 New Yorkers agree that NYC is way more awesome-o than LA. You know what’s even more awesome-o? Lots of name-dropping in my blog, to make me look cool.
Posted by Dacia at February 27, 2006 11:29 PM
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A veritable who’s who. Sorry I missed it!
Posted by: Tony Comstock at February 28, 2006 06:57 AM
Hey, name dropping is fine with me, at leeat I know what I missed out on. Today’s post is the Page Six of the NY sex world. Oh and today is National Pancake Day! Go to IHOP and get that short stack!
Posted by: Viviane at February 28, 2006 07:04 AM
dude, you’re SO celebrity. Bring on the paparazzi.
Posted by: Ed Roth at February 28, 2006 08:35 AM
Sounds like a great time! I am looking forward to House of Ass, as a fan all that Tristan stands for and educates people about - her porn has to be fantastic! :)
Posted by: Brian at February 28, 2006 10:50 AM
That sounds fabulously fun. I have to laugh at the name dropping to sound important.
And you are right NYC is the best, I wish I was there pout
Posted by: brat at February 28, 2006 12:13 PM
You looked fabulous and certainly brightened up the room - was lovely to see you twice in one week.
Posted by: RKB at February 28, 2006 06:55 PM
Well, I think you’ve fulfilled your name-dropping quota for 2006.
Posted by: Amber at February 28, 2006 08:37 PM
