Shortly before dawn this morning I saw a glowing formation on perhaps the 20th floor of a neighboring building. After a minute I realized that the full moon – still stunningly bright – was reflecting off building’s plate glass windows. So beautiful! Did Jewell Marceau have the same reaction in Stadium Thrill when she looked up to find my ass descending on her face? Hahaha! Probably not.. 🙂
So many disjointed events have occurred that they seem like kaleidoscope fragments shifting around inside my head. It all started with a routine visit to the dentist who told me that I had a cyst on my throat. He advised that I make an appointment with an ear, nose, and throat specialist immediately. I did so, completing four days of shooting beforehand. On the appointed day my friend Jed kindly accompanied me to the doctor’s office in case I needed a biopsy and might not feel comfortable driving home. After a short exam doc informed me that dentist had simply located the carotid bulb on my neck, not a cyst. Stunned but relieved I paid the agreed-upon $200 fee (I no longer have health insurance for reasons discussed here) and departed.
Within 48 hours Jed had cracked his tooth by biting into a bone. Of course I returned the favor and drove him to an exam as he had so kindly done for me. Hours passed. I revised text for Summertime Rune (new version entitled Strawberry Moon), filed my nails, flipped through a magazine, watched Hurricane Harvey coverage on TV, walked to 7-11 for a snack, stretched, had a cup of coffee, used the bathroom. Afternoon staff replaced morning staff at the dental office. One of the new arrivals shot a long, speculative look at me. I overheard swing shift receptionist assure an antsy patient that “Normally we never have waits like this but all our dentists are tied up with an emergency.” Finally my phone chirped.
“Took forever to get that tooth out, just waiting to get sown up.” Jed’s message read.
Maybe 20 minutes later Jed staggered into the waiting room. I tried to keep a neutral expression on my face because he looked like he had gone through a war. Jed tried to talk, could not do so, stumbled into a nearby bathroom to spit blood into the sink. Only much later did he describe a truly barbaric scenario in which a tech held his jaws apart while two different dentists tried for hours to pry a splintering molar out of his mouth. For the moment I needed to fill Jed’s prescription for pain pills “Rite Aid” he managed to mumble. He waited in the car while pharmacy assistant searched inventory, apologetically returned unfilled prescription to me. Inspiration struck when I returned to the wheel: “I have pain pills at home from my surgery in June!” I proclaimed while starting engine. Upon arrival building manager looked a bit askance when Jed and I alighted from car and Jed spat a stream of blood into the sewer. I bee-lined straight to my bathroom where I spent precious minutes hunting for the pills. In the meantime Jed had found a bottle of vodka in the freezer. “I’m not sure that you should.. ” I started to say and then just shut up. Later on Walgreens filled his Norco prescription and the experience has ended well.
Several days after dental episode I went to a court hearing where a friend’s son would possibly be turning himself in to face jail time. Friend and I arrived a bit late and could not find seats next to son. “He looks sad.” my friend said about son. “Look how red his eyes are.” Honestly, son did not appear that sad to me – he looked like someone who had indulged in a proverbial “last hurrah” overnight but I didn’t say anything. Judge gave son thirty days to get his affairs in order and report for an 8-month sentence in Los Angeles County Jail.
One day later I learned of an advanced water damage/mold situation that I would need to fix on my property. With that in mind I attended a lovely memorial service and could not really ponder the meaningful event because I needed to meet with a contractor about the mold issue directly afterward. Contractor assessed the significant damage and we drove to Home Depot. “Watch it, watch, watch it.. ” he cautioned as a random individual pedaled toward us atop a cornflower blue bicycle with large white basket. Cyclist drifted all over the roadway, enjoying the breeze, his freedom, his ability to disrupt all traffic in the vicinity. I recognized the bike as one of those rented in a popular tourist area miles and miles away. “Pedal for fitness and health!” a banner on the white basket read. “Ha, Ha, Ha!” contractor chortled aloud, his inflection getting higher on each “Ha!” “Look at him go! Look at this guy go!” I burst out laughing too. Bike thief was enjoying his ride more than anyone from the gentrified “Pedal for fitness and health!” enclave ever could.
As I sit here typing a freak, beautiful rainstorm has just begun pummeling my neighborhood. So awesome! We have been experiencing a 90+ degree heat wave near the ocean. Recent occurrences – including this sudden summer rain – have left me slightly discombobulated, like I haven’t really had a chance to process everything that’s happened in the past week or two. I am posting above photos from Stadium Thrill because I need some nudie pics and because they reflect how my circumstances have been veering all over the place lately..
Anyways, I feel very grateful for all blessings and hope everyone is doing well. I will try to answer post comments in the next few days.
I just added Stadium Thrill starring Jewell Marceau vs. myself to my Clips4Sale store. Ringmaster STJ’s backyard wrestling ring probably does not qualify as a “stadium” but I can’t seem to resist the verbiage:
“All muscles, no strength.” wrestler sneers,
“Wait til the bell rings.” model jeers,
Adrenaline pounds cranium,
Insanity fills stadium,
Testosterone-infused crowd cheers..
Wrestler jerks awake, pouring sweat. Strange dream had coupled snippets of trash talk with head-pounding pain. Might it be predicting dire outcome of upcoming match? Wrestler dismisses notion after five seconds of reflection. “No fitness model, especially Jewell Marceau, has enough skills to cause me even one iota of pain.” she blurts aloud to empty room..
Yep, Jewell Marceau and I are back in all our trash talking glory. In honor of this long-awaited reunion I have put Stadium Thrill on sale for $19.99 (regularly $38.99) through Sunday, September 3. Funny, about 16 hours after this match I was lying on an operating table as I underwent surgery. Almost completely healed now and working on photos which accompany video footage. Thanks so much to everyone who has posted comments. I really enjoy your feedback and have answered about 3/4 of recent messages. Will return tomorrow to answer more. Hope everyone is having a nice Monday!
Yesterday I added the first episode of a 2010 Agent Tanya trilogy to the Bondage section at TanyaTV.com. Download Day of Torment 1 to figure out who lurks behind the mask of her tormentor. Like the Highlander somehow Agent Tanya will survive this and every other ordeal that she faces. The intrepid , blonde spy returns later this week in Days of Torment 2 & 3. (Series co-produced by Paolo.)
I am embarking upon yet another massive undertaking. Fresh off the heels of Blonde Probability, (1200 photos and a video of stunning brutality), I am now ensconced in at least 1200 more photos and another violent video from January 2013 which features Prinzzess and me locked in a vicious battle for dominance. Think I will entitle the footage Twisted Bitch to commemorate something truly creepy that Prinzzess says at the beginning of the match.
In terms of costars I suspect that Prinzzess may well end up joining the ranks of Francesca Le, Jewell Marceau, and Goldie in terms of the women with whom I have been paired up most often, especially in wrestling. Only time will tell.. She is awesome. For a Prinzzess fix now I highly recommend All in the Family and the recently released Wicked Beauty.
Just added Hotel Catfight to my Diamond Club Members’ Area. I started laughing when I watched part of it. Jewell Marceau was always a riot to work with. Seem to recall we shot a Hooters-themed video in our hotel room on this very same day. We ran out of ice for our alcoholic beverages so Jewell traipsed down the hallway in a Hooters uniform to obtain some more. “Did anyone see you?” I inquired when she returned, hoping that she had not attracted any unwanted attention to our clandestine filming activity. “Just the maid.” she replied. “I had to ask her how to find the ice machine.”
Join my Diamond Club to enjoy Hotel Catfight and 37 other full-length videos. I do rotate material in and out on a monthly basis so sign up today to partake of the current selections.
I first met Bob Walenski of Bob’s Videos in 1999 or 2000. Bob gained nationwide notoriety in the mid-1990s when he got canned from his job as a high school English teacher after concerned community members discovered that he had been filming erotic videos in his spare time. Even Jay Leno cracked a joke about Bob during his opening monologue for The Tonight Show, thus cementing Bob as something of a countercultural folk hero. After exiting the realm of college preparatory education Bob devoted himself to the filming of foot fetish, hosiery fetish, and smoking fetish videos. I have posted many of his photos (Jewell, Mackenzie, Cory) here in the past week. Bob and I have now been shooting together for the past 15 years, joined on the most recent occasion by Diamond Jackson.
When I had arrived at the Diamond shoot Bob seemed uncharacteristically perturbed, very unlike his normal laid-back self. He was actually pacing in front of the location house where we were shooting and running his fingers through his hair. I did not understand why until much later.
I met Diamond for the first time that day and really enjoyed our time together. We exchanged contact info and agreed to stay in touch. She lives in Florida, I believe. Later on both JM Rolen and I wanted to book her for shoots here in California. We made all the arrangements and then, days before her arrival, she stated that she expected to both receive full payment for all the footage she shot and the rights to distribute all of the material for her own purposes. JM and I told her that this was not feasible and cancelled all of the plans. Came to find out later that Diamond had asserted these same demands on Bob on the VERY MORNING of our shoot. That is why he had initially been so perturbed. She put him in the position of needing to either agree to all of her conditions or else cancel everything at the absolute last minute. B ob had flown all the way from Massachusetts to LA to shoot models and couldn’t really afford to simply alter plans at the last second.
Anyways, I did not realize all this until much later on. The day with Diamond was actually a lot of fun and the videos turned out great. We filmed Silk Stocking Seduction Parts 1-4 and another vignette entitled Smoking Hot Diamond Jackson. I just added Silk Stocking Seduction – Part 4 to my Diamond Club Members’ Area. Part 4 is my favorite segment because Diamond and I slather each other in oil and then jump into a pool! Join now to check it out. I will add the other three parts of the series if members express interest.
P.S. I will be removing Crystal Palace and Hotel Dominatrix from the Diamond Club in the next day or two so watch them now if you haven’t already.
Jewell is lying on my bed having a cigarette right now. She says hello. Just kidding. Recently I found a treasure trove of material at the FetishNetwork.com family of sites which features a ton of models from the magical late ’90s to perhaps 2004 era. Many of them are smoking. I’ve unearthed galleries of Zora, Carolyn, Mackenzie and a lot of other women who have long since disappeared. Looks to me like Fetish Network probably bought or licensed the rights to content from various bondage, glamour, femdom, BDSM producers. I suspect that Bob Walenski of Bob’s Videos shot most of the smoking material. He used to try to get me to smoke but I don’t know how to smoke. It doesn’t look very sexy to have someone clutching a cigarette like a joint and coughing all over the place.
Yesterday I rose early to see the Blood Moon. Something told me to drive to Sunset Beach even though I never go there. Driving, driving, driving til I finally pulled off the road and went to a 24-hour donut shop on Pacific Coast Highway. They had outdoor tables which provided perfect viewing for the lunar eclipse. I sat there in awe with my coffee and croissant until I felt a bystander approaching. “Do you mind if I smoke next to you?” he asked. Was this guy kidding? The whole city was empty, streets barren and he is choosing this exact spot to smoke? Of course I told him it was fine and he proceeded to chain-smoke Marlboros until he decided I was imperturbable. Finally he left in search of a more gratifying target 😉 To be fair he may just have been a lonely person in search of conversation but his decision to interject cigarettes into the equation did not work in his favor.
Cigarettes do not bother me too much but I can easily live without the smoke. They do, however, look pretty cool on film, sorta Jean Harlow-esque.
Diamond Jackson is on her webcam blasting “Back in Black” by AC/DC. Seems I don’t do anything these days without the accompaniment of live webcam models 😉 I tend to listen to their patter but not watch them. Their one-sided conversations are anthropological. It interests me to hear the ladies respond to whatever their viewers are saying. Amy Fisher does not take any sh*t. I sorta miss her when she is off for the weekend.
Anyways, I have been toying with how to respond to this blog comment posted by pw: “I’ve wondered ever since what prompted you to explore fight fetish work and superheroine fetish work, and why that interested you enough to keep doing it, whereas so many adult performers may never even put a toe into those waters. Do you find anything particularly different about the models you meet who do fetish fight work versus the ones who don’t?”
Pw, catfight/wrestling work is available to all the women who work in the adult industry here in LA. Some have bad first experiences and never want to try it again. As you and most catfight aficionados know, 98% of the matches are scripted with a predetermined winner. That does not stop some of the “competitors” from buying into an odd delusion that they are participating in athletic events when nothing could be further from the truth. Consequently, they land punches too hard, “accidentally” hit you in the face, etc. I know that this may sound like fun entertainment to the viewer but it is not fun for the women who shoot with them. Even if you call them on it they just keep it up and pretend they are not doing it. On the most recent occasion this occurred at a shoot I simply resolved to keep my cool. I had just had surgery on my breasts a month earlier and my opponent was repeatedly hitting me too hard in the chest. She became winded and actually had to sit down to recover, totally embarrassing herself. It seemed like the Universe handled that situation for me. But yet.. I wasn’t 100% sure she had been punching me too hard intentionally so I had given her the benefit of the doubt. Each time she hit me too hard I saw an anticipatory gleam light up her eyes like she was trying to provoke me. I felt my anger rise but I knew if I lost my temper I would create a wild, cringe-inducing episode on a par with a number of other such occasions in the past. Everyone in the room would freeze and stare at me like I had lost my mind. The other model would play innocent. I’ve lived this, I’ve gone through it, and this is what always happens. I just wanted to finish the f*cking shoot, get paid, and go. This – the situation I just described – is exactly why some models do one or two catfight shoots and never want to do anymore.
Remember I said that I had been toying with how to respond to your blog comment, pw? I had no idea these words would come out of me but they are straight from the heart. My fingers were dancing across the keyboard so fast that sparks flew.
I did my first catfight shoot with Jewell Marceau and Venus Delight for CaliforniaWildcats.com in 1999, I believe. Stacy Burke was ref. Oddly enough, this was real wrestling (not scripted) – the first time I had ever wrestled in my life. I beat Jewell and Venus beat me. It seemed pure – no hijinks or foolishness. Basically, I just got lucky and had a pleasant first experience. And, amazingly, I went for years without having a problem with anyone. Alexis Taylor (AKA Shannan Leigh), Jewell, Francesca Le, and Stacy Burke were the women with whom I worked most frequently. We all got along famously – not a delusional idiot in the bunch. The first time I had a real problem (and created a cringe-inducing scene) was when Frankie Zapitelli (I don’t know if I am spelling her name correctly and I don’t care) kicked me three times in the crotch during a scripted superheroine catfight. I erupted. The atmosphere froze. Everybody looked at me like I was crazy except Jared from DT Wrestling who understood exactly why I was mad. Things kinda went downhill from there and a lot more wackjobs started entering the catfight fantasy realm. Around then I started turning down most of the work. Now I mainly just do custom requests and only work with models who conduct themselves with a reasonable amount of decorum.
Normally I reread what I write to check for errors but I will probably just leave this post as it is: a mildly ranting, stream-of-thought, poorly punctuated expression of my opinion. I have added the box cover of Putting on the Gloves starring Devin DeRay and me for a little eye candy. Devin was a blast: beautiful with a fit, sculpted body and a great attitude.
By the way, the hottest chicks are almost always the easiest to shoot with.
I found a couple of custom Carolyn Monroe videos from the Mike Raffone era! Put one up in my Clips4Sale store and will activate the other later today. I entitled them Beautiful, Blonde Blackmail – Parts 1 & 2 sinceCarolyn and I are using all of our sexy wiles to put a high-ranking politician in a compromising position. His name was Anthony Weiner. Just kidding.
Mingori, I saw your comment on the Jewell/Carolyn fight which I mentioned in my last post. Their friendship did seem to end abruptly but I should probably avoid speculation as to why 😉 I know that they had been doing a number of bondage shoots together around that time. Unbeknownst to many Carolyn was a phenomenal bondage model. She had a lot of endurance and could withstand demanding ties that few others could handle. I think she probably would have appeared in more of Jewell’s productions if they hadn’t had some sort of falling out.
Carolyn and I did continue to shoot frequently: Busty Beauties, Big Boob Heaven, Sorority Sex Kittens 6, Aces in the Holes, and many more. Around 2005 or so she missed a shoot with me for Steel Kittens – (funny.. just checked their site and Carolyn is on the front page right now) – and then missed another shoot for a different company that I can’t recall. I knew she was having problems but I did not know how I could help. During our very last shoot together we met at Mike Raffone’s apartment and did some catfight photos. She seemed overwrought and she and Mike were not getting along particularly well. After that we lost contact. I heard, although it was never substantiated, that she moved back to her home state of Indiana, settled down, and had a baby.
I will always remember Carolyn as classy and beautiful, graceful and poised in ways that most other adult actresses could never equal. Many of her fans have told me that they regard her in the same way. Sounds corny but she touched a lot of people through porn. I would love to see her again someday. Mainly, though, I just hope that she has found happiness.
A day or so ago “pw” posted a comment inquiring about my recollections of Carolyn Monroe. She and I first met on the set of Sorority Sex Kittens 5 in 2000. You can see us both – along with my dear, departed friend Jim Holliday – on the back portion of the above box cover. On that very same day, whilst waiting to perform in my 10-girl (or was it 12?) orgy scene – I received a phone call from Ken Kirk of Napali Video. He wanted to book both Carolyn and me for the aptly entitled video Duel of the Busty Blondes. She and I got to know each other much better during the second shoot and began to frequently request one another for girl-girl scenes and refer each other for work. Carolyn had recently returned to the United States from Europe with her husband, an Italian film director. In fact, he directed us in our scene for The Best Night of My Life. Shortly after that he and Carolyn separated. I think she was going through a very rough time. By coincidence she moved into a Van Nuys apartment building which claimed bondage legend Jewell Marceau, custom video cameraman Rick Scott of RBP Studios, bondage director Ted Paramour, and 1970s pornstar Jesse Adams as residents. Carolyn and Jewell became friends but that didn’t last long. They had some type of disagreement which, to my knowledge, never got resolved. Eventually everyone moved out of that building other than possibly Jesse Adams. A number of years passed and Carolyn and I continued to do a lot of shooting together, including Voluptuous #2, Floss, and Too Many Blonde Moments.
Aside from performing for the large porn companies we also did a lot of joint custom videos during the Mike Raffone era. Mention of that subject makes me want to go find some of those videos right now.. I shall return..
I just added Bound for the Fetish Show to my Diamond Club Members’ Area.
Model Tanya Danielle is planning to participate in a fetish fashion show. She asks bondage legend Jewell Marceau to assist her in picking out an outfit. After selecting a white body shaper the two women set about choosing shoes. Jewell tapes nylon peds to Tanya’s feet and helps her try on various pairs of stilettos. Somehow Tanya fails to notice the malevolent gleam which is creeping into Jewell’s eyes during the process. Is Jewell jealous of Tanya’s involvement in the fetish gala? Does she regret having taken on the role of wardrobe advisor? Does she simply wish to ruin Tanya’s big evening because she knows that she can? All of the above factors probably contribute to Jewell’s ensuing course of action. With adrenaline-fueled speed the hot-tempered brunette suddenly overpowers Tanya, places her in a tight hogtie, and leaves her to struggle endlessly throughout the night. Needless to say, Tanya never arrives at the fetish gala..
Note to Members: In the next day or two I will be removing Road Rage and Ordeal of Agent Tanya from the Diamond Club so watch them now if you haven’t already!