other musings
this past weekend i was up in joshua tree gripping on a student thesis film about a UFO hunter who doesnt find any UFO's but, instead, finds love... in the form of a desert motel owner. okay. this is not my favorite subject matter and it was kind of funny that the director looked like john levitz (lovitz? i still dont know). but the crew was full of good people and it was an interesting experience lugging track and a 500 pound dolly (amongst other things) throughout the desert.
back in los angeles, i accompanied some friends to see a reading by Dennis Cooper, who writes some of the most amazing stories of gay love/sex/rape/murder/necrophilia/incest.
i asked him where the queer punks and metalheads congregates (as they do in his novels), but he had no real answer to me other than to say more predominantly in europe, but it may just be an emo thing... its hard to tell. but he signed my book and my friends books and answered us that he never actually performed in pornography but had written some pornographic screenplays that no one would fund because they usually have a top fucking a bottom while simultaneously telling him how he would like to murder him and so forth. btw, dennis cooper was so fucking hot when he was younger. and he is a very handsome older man at this point.
okay, then tuesday evening i flew to san francisco with kimberly kane. my half-sister, who lives in new york and who ive only met a handful of times in my life, happened to be in SF and i got to see her for about 5 minutes which was refreshing though way too short. KK got to see her boyfriend. and then we both went to sleep, woke up, went to breakfast, and then (at separate times) stepped on to the set of Madison Young's HBO real sex episode about her pornographic and art gallery life (she performs in porn, runs an art gallery, and is getting her first novel published... busy girl). unfortunately, HBO did not understand that feminist porn has a lot to do with the fact that the women who shoot the porn have full control over how they produce their content and therefore how their images are represented. the television crew didnt really want to objectively capture the process and instead were kind of overpowering what was going on. a little lame (they also told me to turn off my metal... aka the faceless "prison born"... but thats a more personal travesty. hah). so this really upset madison and she called to apologize, but i have no hard feelings against her. i just hope they represent her in a positive, or at least objective light (but what is that, really?). at least the sex was fun and as real as possible in such a setting.
btw, syd blakovich was crewing for madison. she is one of the cutest people i have ever met. she looks like a little boy, is kind of butch but still beautiful, but also kind of ripped which i guess is from her days as an MMA fighter... im positive she could kill me if she tried, but that only adds to the attraction. what also adds to the attraction: she is totally queer... but not opposed to humping boys..... :)
so i flew back to LA, blah blah blah
reality kings wanted to shoot me and some other guys getting molested by predominantly clothed women while the men wore these full body spandex suits. i was the only one that could fit in them because i still look sort of like a twink (come on, right? validation? hah). so that idea was nixed because i couldnt be the only one that looked like a fucking freak. so the genius back up plan? make us all wear paper bags on our heads (we each got to design our own. mine wore a top hat, jew locks, and a hitler stache... pics on twitter @dannywylde). but this proved very difficult because i couldnt see anything the whole time and when it came time to cum, i was actually facing marco while the girl jerked me off, so i ended up ejaculating on his leg more than her face. this caused marco to do a very funny dance (so im told). this also caused the popshot to be nearly ruined by the entire cast/crew laughing.
ahh... i need to jump in the shower because i have to get to work.