Hey Guys! Hope your week has been both productive and fulfilling. I was feeling a tad nostalgic today. I wanted to share with you guys a very significant experience that I had in the 3rd year of my adult video career.  So, let's go back to April of 2004...
I was living in NYC in a great apartment right on W.4th & 6th Ave. My life as an escort was keeping me very busy. I was also being flown regularly to LA, San Francisco, and Palm Springs by the different studios to shoot videos. One day, my agent called me to see if I would be available to shoot a video later in the month. No biggie. He then asked me if I was willing to do a bottoming scene. Huh??? I don't bottom. Nope. Sorry..Not happening. He then explained to me that Jett Blakk was anxious to get me to shoot a bottoming film-in Paris. I think I threw my legs up in the taxi cab I was in upon hearing that last part of the sentence.. Paris! Fuck yes, I will bottom! 
So, we started making plans. Jett Blakk was shooting his first on-location video in Paris. It was going to be about an American tourist (me) who stumbles upon a bundle of letters. Each letter is written by a different anonymous person, describing their hot French sexual encounters. As I read each letter, the accompanying scene would begin to unravel. Finally, the last scene would feature me running into my own French lover, whom I would have my first bottoming experience with. It was pretty much the truth. I had literally bottomed twice in my life before shooting this video!
Needless to say, I was nervous, excited, but completely consumed by the beauty of Paris, and my partner Pascal. Physically, he was not the most attractive person I had ever met, but he oozed sexuality and was so different than any other man I had ever met. I was smitten. 
As most of you know, this blog is all about my life, my experiences, and what brought me up to this very moment in time. Because I am feeling so damn nostalgic, I  decided to add the scene from that particular video to my website this week..
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Here is the actual journal entry that was written while I was in Paris the night before we began shooting my bottoming scene..Enjoy!

So, there I stood on the Rue Amelie, bags at my side, frozen by the fear that awaited me in the upcoming days. All I could think was, "Am I going to make a big dirty mess on the set in front of cameramen, crew and my partner?? How does one keep from screaming at the top of their lungs while getting fucked in the ass? Is their a possibility that I could get hemorrhoids? I don't want hemorrhoids!! I cant go back home with little plastic Eiffel Tower souvenirs and hemorrhoids!!" The voices in my head just kept repeating themselves over and over like some haunting lament being sung on a broken record.
I had arrived at such an early hour that my room wasn't even available for me to hide in. The only thing for me to do was make my way over to Jett's room to see what the Itinerary was for the next few days.I got there and suggested we walk around a bit.We were still awaiting the arrival of Richard, the stills photographer, so we had to wait there in the Hotel.
Jett picked out the T-shirt he wanted me to be wearing for the 'tourist' scenes. We were going to spend the day getting footage of me at some of the different tourist spots that were going to be included in the movie.
"Today?!",I exclaimed.Great! I was over it. Not only was I going to have to follow through with this insane impalement thing I'd agreed to, but they wanted to make sure that they captured me looking all jet-lagged and crappy before I got to the damn sex! Whatever. As I made my best attempt to look happy, there was a knock on the door, and in danced Richard, the gayest stills photographer you could ever hope to work with. I mean that on every level. He was not only the king of queens, but he was so fucking happy! What the fuck is there to be happy about at 11am?? He kind of pranced into the room like an extra from "The Sound of Music" or something.
Well, it was official. The photographer was there, the director was there, and the main character was there, ready for his fucking close-up.
We started out at Napoleon's Tomb. We took stills and got footage of me reading a letter from the 'mysterious' bundle of letters that had been stuffed inside my backpack. It was there that we met up with the editor of "Gay Stars" magazine.
"Gay Stars" is a popular gay porn magazine in Paris. Along with the editor, was a photographer named Pascal de Ameyal, and Pascal's boyfriend. They wanted to stop and chat with us, but Jett was on a mission. He wanted to get footage of me at the Louvre as well. So, the "Gay Stars" people agreed to meet us there because they had all sorts of questions for me and Jett. Plus they wanted to arrange a photo shoot with me for the magazine. I really wasn't in the mood to do any Press, but that was down the road. I was just trying to make it through the day.
We left Napoleon's Tomb and headed to the world famous museum that was home to DeVinci's "Mona Lisa". As we headed over there, we walked through the grounds of the Eiffel Tower. That was when the true magnificence if Paris finally hit me. It was such a sight to behold! I was dumbfounded. How could I have been so trivial? I was in Paris! I was in this rich and beautiful City with all these beautiful sites and all of this history! The least I could do was try to absorb some of the culture and be a part of the experience...Then I would go get fucked down until I was screaming for dear life.
The Louvre was a site to behold as well. The most amazing artwork and sculptures that had ever been created. So much to see. I kept trying to stop and take in all of these things but Jett and his husband CVK weren't having it. They were on a tight schedule, and I had a day off coming up to do all that stuff. We got the footage of me and "Mona Lisa" chilling together, then we were met outside the museum by the "Gay Stars" people. They were nice enough. I told them I would be a better sport about a photo shoot if I had a partner to be photographed with. (It really does help pass the time if you are fucking around with someone and taking pictures at the same time) They said that they would ask my co-star if he could possibly do the shoot with me. Fine.
By the time we got done with the museum it was getting dark and time for dinner. I was happy to eat and listen to Richard make small talk. It got my mind off of what was inevitably coming the next day. We made our way back to the Hotel.The day was finally over and I was ready to sink into a warm bath.
As soon as I was done bathing, I climbed into bed and tried to get some sleep. I tossed and turned, struggling with the voices singing there haunting laments of hole-pounding and hemorrhoids. I couldn't make them stop! So,I decided to do the one thing I always do when I can't sleep... I prayed.
"Dear Lord, I lift myself to you in prayer on this evening. God, I pray that you watch over me and the rest of the crew while we are here in this foreign land. I pray for all the homeless people who don't have the luxury of a bed like I do right now. I pray for the hungry who don't have the full stomach that I have right now. I pray for the scene to go well tomorrow. I beg for your blessings, dear Lord. Please Bless me Father, and help make me a better person. More caring and loving and forgiving. Lastly, I ask that you Bless my hole, Father. Please let it sparkle and shine....especially when they go in for a close-up.... Amen...." 

TO BE CONTINUED!

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