Frisky does porn

**This blog was originally drafted on 9/23/2006.

Get your filthy mind out of the gutter. I didn't do the nasty.

I dragged Version 2.0 (a.k.a. baby sis; a.k.a. wonder twin) out earlier today to attend a "runway show." Yes, I knew it was a Michael Lucas production. I simply thought that the dude was seriously venturing into fashion. I mean, if J.Lo, Eve, Gwen, P. Diddy and Master P can do it, why not Daddy Moscow 10-Incher?

Fine...I'm a liar. I knew it was a porn shoot. Version 2.0, however, didn't. ::evil grin::

The shoot was for Lucas' La Dolce Vita. We met up with CS at the Heather Mills Theater at 11 am. It was a chilly morning, but the promise of alcohol and half naked men kept us somewhat warm. We bumped into VK who showed up stag and so he ended up joining the group. While waiting, they had us sign a release form as official extras in the film. We each got a "69" stamp on the back of the hand. How terribly apropos!

It took longer than anticipated for the shoot to begin on account of the runway backdrop collapsing as poor Kevin Aviance rehearsed her big opening number. That girl is a trooper. Although no drag queens were harmed in the process, they had to do some serious last-minute repairs on the set. We stood outside for another hour.

Then the doors opened. We were offered front row spots as we made our way into the showroom for as long as we split up in pairs--me with CS and V.2.0 with VK. We gladly accepted.

The show was interesting. Porn star models and a porn star designer. The clothes were ok--nothing grounbreaking. What can one really expect from a faux fashion show? I was told they only had one stylist and I'm guessing the fruitcake was on crack because some guy came out in a metallic cargo trench coat that's too painful for me to post...even in jest. (sidenote: please don't tell VK--he was so proud about the fact that he used to date the stylist!!! Tragic!) But what the hell? It is a porn film. If you can't count on them to pay Channing Tatum to rim some ass, do you really expect them to pay for top couture? ::snap::snap::

The models, however, were mostly HOTTTT. We had a lot of fun. V.2.0 and I eventually switched seats so I could get a better angle photographing the models. I ended up sitting right next to Michael Lucas and his co-star. That would have been cool, but boy did I have bad timing. Ten minutes before the third run of the fashion show, one of the guys behind the camera came up to me and said, "do me a favor. I need you to lean as far back as you can for this entire run so we can shoot Michael at a clean angle." THOSE HOMOBITCHES!

Two minutes into the last run, I reached into the Aretha within and stuck my fucking face out as far as I could at every chance I got. These homos are not going to keep me away from MY spotlight. I hogged that shit like the Diva Bitch herself. Of course, I got daggers from some crew members after the shoot. They can kiss my pepperminty caramel ass. I'm a fucking star and they were trying to hold me back.

After a couple of drinks at the theater, we left the scene and had a nice brunch at Trailer Park. The place was a perfect setting after all that fab-trashy fashion we had just seen. We then a few more beers at GYM bar where V.2.0 beat me at pool. Aretha was still in the house and the butch within just couldn't get past her.

So there you go. My first porn movie. Best part? BEN ANDREWS. I met him briefly at a penthouse party for Pride this year. I didn't know who he was back then but I had a SERIOUS crush on him the moment he walked in. We somehow were introduced to each other, so I exploited the opportunity for photograph. Glad I did it especially now that I know who he is. Anyways, he's in the cast and was one of the models. Still having a hard (pun intended) time thinking how that angelic face could have a dick of a nordic god.

His dinger is so big, they've added to friggin' Wikipedia!

left: Ben Andrews, right: with Frisky at a Pride 2006 penthouse party