It Was An Honor To Win
The awards last week really took me by storm. It was a rush that I did not expect at all. Waiting for the name to be read from the envelope was so nerve racking I thought I was going to puke. Seriously, I could really feel the tension in my gut - or was that the gin and tonics Rage so freely dispensed to me? Whatever the case, it was incredible.
A great deal of work went in to that scene with Tyler. The tight quarters proved to be a major technical challenge for lighting and Chi Chi had to instruct everybody via baby monitor. After it was done we knew it felt like a winner.
Who knew I would have to act for porn? It never occurred to me. I honestly blew the entire thing off. Lines? Oh sure, why not? Well, let me tell you - I’ve learned my lesson. Cut!…again…now from this angle, now from this one….wait!, car, wait, plane. Johnny, you fucked up. It was definitely an experience that I would love to do again. In fact, I have been given a scripts for a couple of Indie films. It just goes to prove that porn is drifting closer and closer to the mainstream and awards open doors.
The awards ceremony was a total rush, but immediately after I got to do something even more exhilarating. Picture it. West Hollywood, 2006, the beginning of the After Party at the Abbey thrown by Channel 1. Boy Wonder and I walked past 70 or so people waiting in line to his car to stash my winnings. (Lord knows those babies would never have seen the dawn if they joined me inside.) Upon reaching the end of the line, I turned to Boy Wonder and said, “I hate people that do this, but tonight is my fucking night.” We walked right up to the front of the line and bore a path through the throng of angry people that would have traded an vital organ to gain entrance. I made eye contact with the doorman and that was it, done! No questions. That was so cool!
Anyone that knows me at all will tell you that I’m not the meet-and-greet sort. Sure, I enjoy interesting conversation over a cocktail, but making the rounds just isn’t in my repertoire. Boy Wonder is even worse and yet he was driving me like a tractor mower. In certain situations he shows a side of his personality that’s in storage most of the time. He introduced me to John D’Addario of Fleshbot fame, who I had only corresponded with before. I spoke briefly with Gay Porn Blog editor Jack Shamama from the Falcon camp. The lovely and vivacious MaleFlixxx-matrix Mary rocked my world with her crownless queen attitude and boytoy entourage. Jesus, it is all such a blur!
Well, that is all I can possibly muster for now. Thanks again to all the positive feedback from my readers - and to one especially (you know who you are).
