Pr0n Star? Pr0n Extra Mayhaps
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vianegativaThere is a surreality to walking into a bar and seeing yourself going at it on glowing television screens throughout the bar.
Bear Night in Chicago is traditionally the first Saturday of the month. I'm not big on the event because it usually serves no purpose for me; if I want to see friends, I'll see them. If I want to get laid I can do that with numerous people I love or care about. If I want to be seen, I can...
Actually, I don't really give a fuck about "being seen". It's more fun to hear the rumors that crop up if you only head out to bear night once a year or so. Bear Night to me generally fits in the "loss" category because I'm not really doing anything there I can't do anywhere else. The added bonus is doing it in an overcrowded bar that makes me feel like I could be crushed against a wall with a watered-down drink at any moment.
Regardless. We had spent a long and surprisingly pleasant day at Great America lounging around Hurricane Harbor and generally having the living daylights beaten out of us by various coasters. It was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tropicstyle's birthday, so he came along with Jim, Mike, our friend Kevin and myself. Afterwards, the adrenaline shocks and roughhousing with big steel at Great America had Jim & I pretty tapped out, and the other boys had been walking all day, so we were less than perky in general.
We got home around 10:30 pm and suddenly my second wind came to me; I scraped the grime off and pushed Shane out the door. We swung by Elmhurst to pick up Kevin, and off we went to frolic with the bears. We walked in the doors of Touche's around 12:45 am and after taking a mad slash, I did my social butterfly bit where I say hello to everyone I know in the bar. I can't seem to sit at a gay bar; I have to do what I call "bouncing" or moving from group to group, chatting.
After a bit, I happened uponchicagojes, who greeted me with a wide smile and told me I missed the show. Being me, I dove right in and asked "what show?" to which he replied:
"They were playing the porn you did with Jim."
That was a perfect Sam Raimi Evil Dead moment for me, and if you've seen the movies you know the moment I'm talking about; camera eye view has evil spirits tear through some abandoned placed, blowing through doors and walls until they find their hapless, screaming victim. It was absolutely like that.
Of course, it wasn't demons, it was porn. Tomato, tomatoe.
I giggled hysterically then continued through the crowd, chatting, flirting and generally seeming like I was Mark Twain in conversation because everyone was drunk as a Kennedy behind the wheel. Shane and Kevin of course heard about my Cecil B. Demille moment at the bar and laughed their asses off. Everything faded back into the static of drunkenness and sexual desperation that is Touche's until I walked out into the front bar twenty minutes later.
When I exited the hall snaking its way from the backroom I walked into see Kevin & Shane looking at the television and smiling broadly. I was daft and thick, and I wasn't even drinking anything other than coke. I walked out into the front bar, totally oblivious to everything I heard earlier. When I asked them what was so riveting, I turned around in the middle of the front bar and saw my dick, being deftly worshiped in the mouth of my hubby Jim.
There are times in life when shock takes you and you can do little more than smile like an idiotic in a caged of panicked, nervous joviality. My grin was fixed like the Joker's and I started to make a beeline towards Shane & Kevin, hoping I could quietly hide between them at the bar. Then, it started happening. As I walked in, it started happening with half the patrons in the bar...
They'd look away from the video, take a sip of their cocktail and while looking over the crowd their eyes would pass over me, then squint at me, then the screen. Double-takes all around. I was caught red-handed (or another organ, as it were) as fully half the crowd realized it was me being serviced up on the screen.
Now, this has never happened before. In all the bear runs and all the bar nights, not one of my two scenes ever has been played to a large group of bears in my presence. Here I was at Bear Night where they were actually looping the movie I was in at the front bar. I wasn't embarrassed but I was suddenly filled with a nervous giddiness. I had no idea how to react. I took the low road and immediately headed for the back room, to hide in a knot of my friends in the nice anonymous darkness. As I headed there, I was stopped by a few smiling faces who started to ask me if I was the same fellow on the screen...
Overall, it wasn't bad; I chatted with a few guys and even had one ask to take his picture with me. It was completely odd, but it did make me realize one thing fully: I never did the porn for attention. All the fuss and bears talking to me didn't make me feel somehow better or hotter or like an "A" list what have you, it was just oddly disquieting. I was nervous & out of my element. It's good to know that I hadn't made naughty movies in some desperate bid to get noticed. I'm still not sure exactly why I did them, and frankly I haven't felt any driving need to do another, but its refreshing to fully know that I did it for myself for some reason, especially since it certainly wasn't for mad cash.
So, I was a porn star for five minutes on July 2nd, 2006, and it was ok. Nothing I'd ever want to do regularly, no way I'd want to feel regularly, but it was ok.
I hesitated to post this because it seems like a large bit of comment whoring or self aggrandizement, but the entire affair did make me feel odd, slightly uncomfortable and nervous all at once so why not think those things through in a journal? I mean there are only about 45 people on my friends list who have not only done porn but could be considered "Bear Porn Stars", so this isn't really a huge event outside of my little corner of the universe. On the other hand, how often do you walk in to a room full of bears staring at you on the big screen? That certainly qualifies as a notable event over a weekend, if anything does.
Bear Night in Chicago is traditionally the first Saturday of the month. I'm not big on the event because it usually serves no purpose for me; if I want to see friends, I'll see them. If I want to get laid I can do that with numerous people I love or care about. If I want to be seen, I can...
Actually, I don't really give a fuck about "being seen". It's more fun to hear the rumors that crop up if you only head out to bear night once a year or so. Bear Night to me generally fits in the "loss" category because I'm not really doing anything there I can't do anywhere else. The added bonus is doing it in an overcrowded bar that makes me feel like I could be crushed against a wall with a watered-down drink at any moment.
Regardless. We had spent a long and surprisingly pleasant day at Great America lounging around Hurricane Harbor and generally having the living daylights beaten out of us by various coasters. It was
tropicstyle's birthday, so he came along with Jim, Mike, our friend Kevin and myself. Afterwards, the adrenaline shocks and roughhousing with big steel at Great America had Jim & I pretty tapped out, and the other boys had been walking all day, so we were less than perky in general.We got home around 10:30 pm and suddenly my second wind came to me; I scraped the grime off and pushed Shane out the door. We swung by Elmhurst to pick up Kevin, and off we went to frolic with the bears. We walked in the doors of Touche's around 12:45 am and after taking a mad slash, I did my social butterfly bit where I say hello to everyone I know in the bar. I can't seem to sit at a gay bar; I have to do what I call "bouncing" or moving from group to group, chatting.
After a bit, I happened upon
chicagojes, who greeted me with a wide smile and told me I missed the show. Being me, I dove right in and asked "what show?" to which he replied:"They were playing the porn you did with Jim."
That was a perfect Sam Raimi Evil Dead moment for me, and if you've seen the movies you know the moment I'm talking about; camera eye view has evil spirits tear through some abandoned placed, blowing through doors and walls until they find their hapless, screaming victim. It was absolutely like that.
Of course, it wasn't demons, it was porn. Tomato, tomatoe.
I giggled hysterically then continued through the crowd, chatting, flirting and generally seeming like I was Mark Twain in conversation because everyone was drunk as a Kennedy behind the wheel. Shane and Kevin of course heard about my Cecil B. Demille moment at the bar and laughed their asses off. Everything faded back into the static of drunkenness and sexual desperation that is Touche's until I walked out into the front bar twenty minutes later.
When I exited the hall snaking its way from the backroom I walked into see Kevin & Shane looking at the television and smiling broadly. I was daft and thick, and I wasn't even drinking anything other than coke. I walked out into the front bar, totally oblivious to everything I heard earlier. When I asked them what was so riveting, I turned around in the middle of the front bar and saw my dick, being deftly worshiped in the mouth of my hubby Jim.
There are times in life when shock takes you and you can do little more than smile like an idiotic in a caged of panicked, nervous joviality. My grin was fixed like the Joker's and I started to make a beeline towards Shane & Kevin, hoping I could quietly hide between them at the bar. Then, it started happening. As I walked in, it started happening with half the patrons in the bar...
They'd look away from the video, take a sip of their cocktail and while looking over the crowd their eyes would pass over me, then squint at me, then the screen. Double-takes all around. I was caught red-handed (or another organ, as it were) as fully half the crowd realized it was me being serviced up on the screen.
Now, this has never happened before. In all the bear runs and all the bar nights, not one of my two scenes ever has been played to a large group of bears in my presence. Here I was at Bear Night where they were actually looping the movie I was in at the front bar. I wasn't embarrassed but I was suddenly filled with a nervous giddiness. I had no idea how to react. I took the low road and immediately headed for the back room, to hide in a knot of my friends in the nice anonymous darkness. As I headed there, I was stopped by a few smiling faces who started to ask me if I was the same fellow on the screen...
Overall, it wasn't bad; I chatted with a few guys and even had one ask to take his picture with me. It was completely odd, but it did make me realize one thing fully: I never did the porn for attention. All the fuss and bears talking to me didn't make me feel somehow better or hotter or like an "A" list what have you, it was just oddly disquieting. I was nervous & out of my element. It's good to know that I hadn't made naughty movies in some desperate bid to get noticed. I'm still not sure exactly why I did them, and frankly I haven't felt any driving need to do another, but its refreshing to fully know that I did it for myself for some reason, especially since it certainly wasn't for mad cash.
So, I was a porn star for five minutes on July 2nd, 2006, and it was ok. Nothing I'd ever want to do regularly, no way I'd want to feel regularly, but it was ok.
I hesitated to post this because it seems like a large bit of comment whoring or self aggrandizement, but the entire affair did make me feel odd, slightly uncomfortable and nervous all at once so why not think those things through in a journal? I mean there are only about 45 people on my friends list who have not only done porn but could be considered "Bear Porn Stars", so this isn't really a huge event outside of my little corner of the universe. On the other hand, how often do you walk in to a room full of bears staring at you on the big screen? That certainly qualifies as a notable event over a weekend, if anything does.
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Date: 2006-07-03 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-03 04:33 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2006-07-03 04:27 pm (UTC)ROTFLMAO!
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Date: 2006-07-03 04:42 pm (UTC)The sex WE had was hands down hotter than the sex you had on the movies.
Ok so i'm a conceited little bastard..but hey, just my opinion.
You comment whore....
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Date: 2006-07-03 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-03 05:56 pm (UTC)I wish I got a fifteenth of the play you do.
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Date: 2006-07-03 05:56 pm (UTC)Or if he is, I was comped. :-)
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Date: 2006-07-03 06:04 pm (UTC)As to us: that was me being RESTRAINED with you. I agree it was intense but we both know why it was so damn hot.
You're not being conceited.
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Date: 2006-07-03 09:54 pm (UTC)But when you do the do in front of a camera, the surreality comes with the scenery. Take the celebrity in stride. You get praise for something you evidently do very well.
That one, I don't have, alas. But hey.
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Date: 2006-07-03 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-04 03:09 pm (UTC)My excuse for not getting pictures done was that I didn't care for my mother seeing them. :-)
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Date: 2006-07-03 10:24 pm (UTC)All I can say is that I hope you got paid for it.... & not that I will ever get asked to do one, but that will be the only way I would do a Porn, is if I got paid. Why should the producers get all the money!! :-)
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Date: 2006-07-04 03:10 pm (UTC)I call this "crowd-surfing".
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Date: 2006-07-05 06:10 am (UTC)I happen to have the fortunate luck of only ever knowing one person who bought the video I was in. (Probably fortunate for everyone else who didn't buy it either.)
But I'm not sure how I would've reacted either.