Shooting recently wrapped for the fifth installment of Chi Chi LaRue’s Link series. This series exists in the darker side of Channel 1 with much attention devoted to water sports and other fetishes involving the backside and H2O.

There’s no need to go into the saucy details, just buy the movie! The set had to be the most filthy, dirty and borderline unsanitary environment I have ever experienced. Everything was staged in the basement of what is rumored to be an old slaughterhouse. I saw a lot more in the way of pipes and plumbing than a slaughterhouse, but I did see some hooks hanging from the ceiling and odd colored splotches on the walls. On the second floor CSI: Miami was filming something involving some grungy crime scene. It was also said that many horror movies and other CSI-ish series used this warehouse as well. It was disgustingly clear why.

I visited this “set” last year when I filmed my award-winning solo scene in Wrong Side of the Tracks. Then, I was only required to stand and do my thing up against the wall. This time around it was full on down and dirty on the nasty floor bare-assed with four other guys. The poor camera men looked as if they had just mined coal for 7 hours. The good part, we did a kick ass scene in no time flat and I met two really great guys; uber hot Brendan Davies and the smoldering Steve Cruz. I have to say that Mr. Cruz definitely earned his Rascal badges with what Chi Chi put this lad through. Pants off to you Steve, GR8 Job!

Beside that there was nothing more really to do this time around. Production on my end takes two days, one for stills and one for the actual scene to be shot. I also did a “Live and Raw” which is a jack-off show that is broadcast live once a day with a different model or models doing his or their thing. The studio is equipped with a chat operator and a chat room. It’s a two or three hour gig so I figure I might as well make them fun for me and everybody else. This broadcast on Thursday I had our chat operator, the talented DJ Rob put on one of his own mash-ups “Smells Like Kelly’s Behind”, a mash of Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” and Kelly Clarkson’s “Behind These Hazel Eyes” and I danced around like a fool, completely naked! DJ Rob specializes in mash-ups and this is one of my favorites.

It’s that time again. No not tax time, you do not need me to remind you of that, it’s GAYVN award season. Usually the GAYVNs are held in West Hollywood at Rage Nightclub. This year it will be held at the Castro Theatre in San Francisco with all the fanfare it deserves. HELL YEAH! Not only will it be in my most favorite west coast city, but Boy Wonder will be there and we are lucky enough to have the fabulous Kathy Griffin as our award hostess.

This may be a bit of a drag for some of the West Hollywood set since the ceremony draws in some of the hottest Porn Stars from all over the globe. To fill that void, enter the first annual WeHo XXX Awards; a viewer’s choice type of awards show. The votes were cast by fans online and the awards were given out last Wednesday at Micky’s, another popular watering hole in the hood.

Although I went home emptied handed, I had an absolute blast seeing friends old and new and drinking Sapphire tonics. Yummy!

I have no idea who this was but I loved her make-up.

I absolutely love seeing Tyler… I should know by now to bring a step stool when taking pictures with him.

The man who is responsible for all of my worldly travels and the one behind Club Channel 1, Rob Reimer who is looking better and better… YOU GO RIMMA!!!!

You will be seeing much more of this scruffy sucker, Adam Faust, check him out on AdamFaust.com. He is designing my next tattoo.

The beefy, ever hot Jake Deckard.

You have seen these two misfits before. These are two of my best and oldest friends Mike and Mitch. They were kind enough to show up and hang out with me to buffer the madness.

The last exploration of Road Trip 07 was the Golden Gate Bridge and the Muir Woods today. The Golden Gate Bridge is easy to take for granted until you see it again up close. It’s big, beautiful and functional. What more could you ask for? It’s the west coast’s answer to the Statue of Liberty and the gateway to a most magical city.

Even though you could easily spend a day hiking through the many trails of the Marin Headlands, Scott and I made our way north. Named after John Muir, one of the earliest and certainly the most famous of the preservationists, Muir Woods is a sanctuary of forest that was spared the gold rush logging of the late 1800’s due to its inaccessibility. Incidentally, John Muir worked as a sheepherder in the Sierras where he explored the wonders of Yosemite. I have to wonder what other wonders he may have discovered up on that mountain…

The word “magnificent” comes to mind when you walk through this lush wilderness. It’s hard to believe that from one seed these giant sequoia grow to such unparalleled heights; especially when you consider that it takes 10,000 of those seeds to make a single pound! Some of these trees are as old as the Christian calendar. Just thinking about a living thing standing proud for all that time just blows me away.

This trip has been more than just a tour through the National Park system and a leisurely move from my summer residence. It has been an educational and eye-opening journey that illustrated for me how we are a mere punctuation mark in the novel of time; that “our time” barely qualifies as a chapter in the insignificant segment of Earth’s history that our race has occupied. The wonders that Scott and I have witnessed and shared have been millions of years in the making and yet have been negatively impacted by mankind in a geological blink. I could get preachy on your asses, but instead I will simply say that Donna Summer’s disco classic “Macarthur Park” does a great job of describing our future if you think of our planet as a beautiful cake. And it is a most beautiful and unique cake, if you ask me.

I have fallen in love with this land of ours and my understanding of it and the respect that comes from that knowledge has changed me somehow. All of us need to gain some perspective, and I don’t mean just environmentally. Even if we aren’t activists or lobbyists or champions of change in our communities, we really need to step back and look at the bigger picture. I know it’s a cliché and of course the current administration wants you to keep on worrying about how to makes ends meet and nothing else, but even acknowledging that we are fucking ourselves and our future is a step in the right direction.

As for me, I will take it upon myself to commit time and resources to making changes in the way we interact with the planet. It isn’t difficult. There are groups out there busting their asses to create positive change and all I have to do is help. We used to smoke in bars and it seemed impossible to change that. And now? Well, that’s what patios are for.

Thanks Scott.

Half way through Nevada I had an intense craving for a Red Hook, a local brew here that is one of my favorites. So I put the pedal to the metal and went as fast as I could. After drinking 3 rather quickly I was ready for bed.

My friend Kevin, who was gracious enough to offer me lodging in the city once again, decided that we were going to get up early and hit the gym. This would be my first time picking up weights in about 3 weeks and I was so looking forward to it. At 7:30 we woke and I went out to check Milo and get the bagels that we had been traveling with to toast for breakfast. As I was walking up 14th St I noticed that there was a piece of paper on the street that had the listings for Sirius Radio. How odd I thought, I have Sirius Radio, and before I could begin to process this finding I looked in Milo’s cab to see the contents of the back in the front and the window in a thousand pieces. Yup, Milo had been violated!

My first thought was my father. You see, I had his ashes in a small urn in the suitcase that was now all over the truck. I had not gone through it enough to know what had been taken; it was a mess, an absolute mess. The though of my dad being gone, again, was enough to make me throw up. I then thought “good”, I hope they did take him because he is going to kick some serious ass from the spirit world and make their crack-head lives miserable.

They left dad and oddly enough left the radio face, my Sirius transmitter and everything else. They sifted through everything and made a serious mess, but the only thing they took was my change, my sunglasses and my headset. Kevin said that this sort of thing is typical; they are junkies looking for money. They also took my back pack after displacing the contents. I guess mine was the first stop on a smash spree and they needed a shopping bag. I loved that bag. But it could have been so much worse and I am really glad it went down this way.

I have a cover that locks so I can keep all my shit in the bed and one of the latches broke in Death Valley. There was still the one working on the other side, but a couple strong lifts and tugs could have easily broken it open. We debated whether or not to fix it then or wait till the next morning in San Fran. We opted for a stop at Home Depot in Carson City and Scott, thank god, was able to make the repair. I cannot even begin to think of what may have happened if we didn’t take care of that.

Petty looting aside, it’s great to be back in San Francisco. Aside from being a little shaken, Milo was OK. I was truly lucky, dad was watching out for us I’m sure.