Sex with Stars
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Update: This article misidentified the author from Vice.com as Daniel Stuckey. It was Kelly Bourdet.
No, unfortunately it wasn’t us. But The Canyon star and pornography icon James Deen has slept with at least one of his interviewers, according to a new Vice.com article.
In “Future Sex: An Interview with James Deen, America’s Porn Sweetheart,” Daniel Stuckey Kelly Bourdet asked the dreamy Mr. Deen:
Okay, I have one more question for you. Have you ever had sex with someone who interviewed you?
Deen: Yeah, actually I have.
Now comes the fun part where we try to find out who that person is!
If there was ever a good time to clear up any leftover misconceptions about the word “ironic,” this is it. As in: is it ironic that PornHub.com is offering to pay one cent for every 30 unique page views on its “small tits” and “big tits” videos this month to charity?
The answer is no. It’s just a nice way to celebrate Breast Cancer Awareness month while at the same time encouraging you to watch more pornography.
Sex and the City
“How many people here have I fucked?” called out an exuberant Annie Sprinkle to the crowd Tuesday night at the Museum of Sex. The group had gathered for the reunion of “The Golden Girls of Porn,” as the panel discussion was billed. She got a few laughs, and some raised hands when she asked how many had seen her cervix in her infamous stage show.
The Q&A was led by Ms. Sprinkle’s partner, Elizabeth Stephens and also featured Veronica Hart, Gloria Leonard, Candida Royalle and Veronica Vera—each exuberant, proud and, at times, wistful as they recounted their careers in the adult business. Fittingly, they formed their support group, Club 90, named for Ms. Sprinkle’s nearby former apartment at 90 Lexington Avenue, in 1983, and have met semi-regularly ever since; all were bridesmaids at Ms. Vera’s wedding to artist Stuart Cottingham this past weekend.
The first time I met James Deen was in a co-ed bathroom. I couldn’t tell you where. He was in the middle of a foursome, having sex with a sweat-soaked blonde propped up against a porcelain sink who looked like she’d just swallowed all the MDMA in L.A. A friend told me one way to spot fake college porn is by the extras the producers hire to stand around and pretend to be students. Sure enough, a group of guys who might have trouble spelling the word “campus” were watching, slack-jawed, from the doorway. I was watching too, except from my MacBook in Brooklyn.
Occupy Wall Street
The porn industry has been in a rut ever since the Internet starting offering amauteur sex for free. Now everyone’s looking for the next big, flashy hook: 3-D porn? Virtual porn? Snuff films?
Well, that last one might not be too far from the mark: New York-based porn company Dirty Boy Video has just released “Occupy My Throat,” a homoerotic caper through the tents of Oakland’s Occupation. (Hopefully, the stars escaped unscathed during the police raid.)
But now Dirty Boy Video is expanding their repertoire back on their home turf. Remember Brendan Watts, the protester who lost his virginity in Zuccotti before having his head bashed in and pants pulled off by the NYPD during OWS’ Day of Action?
When I run into John on the arm of his new girlfriend at Milady’s, a bar on the Soho block on which I’ve lived for eight years, I figure I have two options: throw a glass of wine in his face, or fling my friend’s pint of Guinness instead.
Then I remember our sex tape. I still have the footage, but he has the link. In a way, so does every other wanker on the internet. Maybe we shouldn’t have posted it after all.
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