Last weekend I participated in an event in Chicago known as IML, International Mr. Leather, a pageant of sorts for the leather community. It also happens to be the weekend that the Grabbys are held, an awards show for the gay adult film industry hosted by Gay Chicago Magazine.

For the first time I was honored to be one of the co-hosts this year along with Chi Chi LaRue, Honey West, Matthew Rush and the charming Kent North. Public speaking is not something that I do very often so I was very nervous for weeks right up until my first walk out on stage. I was lucky enough to have two very seasoned pros along side me guiding the stream of conversation at all times except for the two times that I was left to fend for myself with either Kent or Matt.

Upon arrival I found out that I was up for two and a half awards, Best Supporting Actor for Delinquents, Best Duo with Benjamin Bradley for our scene in Delinquents and Best Cock. I did not win any awards, but Doug Jeffries, the director of Delinquents walked away with three!

All things considered, I think I did pretty well as a host. As soon as we were introduced and brought out to the crowd we were left on stage for a bit to mingle together in front of the audience. There were three of us and only two microphones – both of which were been given to Matt and Kent by Honey and Chi Chi. I naturally assumed that because there were only two mikes that perhaps I had read something wrong and was not supposed to be up there, so I left. I began to walk off and I heard Matt say to Kent “Why did he leave?” so I returned to the front of the stage knowing that there had been some sort of error and pretended to speak into an imaginary microphone. The audience got the joke and I was relieved, but still without a microphone. This made the dialog between us somewhat difficult, luckily that was the only time that the three of us were on stage sharing the microphone.

As you may have guessed, I decided to make a shirt specifically for the event. Due to time restraints and plain old procrastination I had to put the finishing touches on the shirt at the hotel. Tyler Riggz called from upstairs when I was in the middle of studding my shirt with my Bedazzler. He asked me what I was doing and when he found out I had my Bedazzler he about creamed his pants. He makes jokes constantly about my tye-dyed wardrobe and things I make with my Bedazzler so to actually see the infamous machine was a treat. He asked me if there were more rhinestones and when I told him that there were 500, he was at my door dressed in a smile from ear to ear. This is what porn stars really do during their off time at gigs.

Even though we aren’t quite ready, I decided to make my new membership website known to the world. Hazzard Ahead members were treated to a sneak preview last week and I want to thank all of you that provided invaluable feedback and helped make us feel like the project was worth all of our efforts. I also want to thank everybody that went ahead and purchased a membership. It has never been my intent to shake down my fans for cash, but generating content is more work than most people realize. And even though Boy Wonder practically gave away his services to keep my sites going each month I was still shelling out some decent change for my presence on the web.

Now it’s time for a change. Hazzard Ahead will still be completely free, but most of our videos and photos will reside at Hazzard Central. In the very near future, all Hazzard Central members will be able to view big, fat versions of the images featured on Hazzard Ahead right on this site.

If you did not receive an invitation to participate in the sneak preview of Hazzard Central and were already a Hazzard Ahead member before today, write to Boy Wonder and he will set you up with a free trial. If you weren’t a member before, just send him some naked photos of yourself and perhaps he’ll give you one anyway! It’s worth a shot, right?

Check out the new site. There is plenty to see even without a membership and I really want to hear what you think of the site. I mean, I want you to tell Boy Wonder so he can give me the Reader’s Digest version.

Chi Chi LaRue and Hue Wilde generously donated their time and expertise to shoot this promo video for my new site. That is a HUGE deal because they are very busy people that barely have time to take care of the things they get paid for. I hope you enjoy the result. There will be a behind-the-scenes video featured on Hazzard Central next month.

Last week I had two scenes, two sets of stills and a photo shoot with Greg Thompson for a French magazine. PREF is an oversize, high gloss, fashion-esque magazine that I was very excited to be a part of. It was going to be a long couple of days in front of the camera doing everything from the gritty to the gorgeous.

My first scene was with Tyler Saint, a blond, blue-eyed newbie from LA and good ol’ Tyler Riggz at a resort here in Palm Springs. As I walked through the gate to the set I noticed that we were not alone. There were guests sprawled all around looking like they were waiting for the fireworks display at a fourth of July picnic. I was not in the mood for an audience. I voiced my concern to Boss Lady who promptly told me that they would remain behind the scenes out of sight or pay the $100 to view the festivities, just kidding. I mean, about the cash, Chi Chi of course said that to me in her classic snap.

Being with Mr. Riggz again (our last romp awarded us with Best Sex Scene at the 2006 GAYVNs) was a very comforting experience; it was like being with your brother – kind of. The newbie Tyler was also cool, calm and collected. We breezed through that scene and were home in what I think was record time. I can’t tell anymore, all I know is that I didn’t have to tap my foot at all during the shoot and that is a good thing.

Getting home before sunset allowed me just enough time to grab a can of tuna from my cupboards before I had to meet Greg at the Century Resort for the first portion of our shoot. I raced over there eating my tuna in the truck; it was better to keep going than to stop and allow the foe of fatigue to find me.

Greg wanted to do something truly representative of PS. A mid-century resort of the appropriate architecture with a mountain backdrop was perfect. Unfortunately we lost our sun by this time and had to settle for the lobby. The good thing about that was it allowed us to work with Greg’s signature lighting talents. This man bought the rights to “Let there be Light.” When Greg began to rub his face in an unnerving wiping motion from head to chin in tiny fits, it was clear. We were done there. The owner was kind enough to give us a room to store our costumes and equipment, allowing us to crawl directly to bed.

Although fresh as cucumber water I remained a bit delirious, and still in full makeup from the night before, as I got into my Andrew Christian skivvies. I think the pictures came out pretty good; I did not stay to find out, I had a call time of 2 PM for a scene and still needed to scrape the bronze make up from my body and get to the gym for a pre-scene pump.

This scene was with our newest edition, Blake Riley from Texas. Adorable with big browns and an ass that makes you thank God and request a copy of the mold. Again it was a record time performance, 2.5 hours from make-up chair to shower. OK?

For every movie we are required to do a set of stills. Since I had two movies – I had two sets of stills. Greg and I have this down to a silent science. I was done in 2hrs; we were on a roll. There. I was finally done. I don’t think that I have ever done so much in the way of posing and performing in such a short period of time. Not only did I have to turn on the Johnny Jam twice, two days in a row, but I had to turn it around and be the high-class glossy fashion model in a matter of seconds. Moments after I came, when all I usually want to do is eat chocolate, I had to get in full bronze body make up and work it Linda style.

Tune in soon for tales of my weekend with Chi Chi in her hometown. Now I sleep.

It’s been non-stop for me the past few weeks boys and girls.

Right after my last post I was due in LA for an appearance, a dance gig of sorts at a small club downtown. This was their anniversary of something or other and they paid a handsome price for my services. I finished at 9:30 and was due to appear at a charity pool party in Palm Springs the next afternoon followed by a fashion show for Rufskin in San Diego that night. It was going to be a busy weekend so I thought it wise to drive back to PS to sleep and wake up in my own bed.

The drive was a breeze so I was in bed by 12:30. At 3 AM I woke up feeling delirious in drenched sheets. I cannot remember being victim to such a terrible bug; I usually am very good with my body, knowing when I am coming down with something and taking the necessary precautions before it gets the better of me. I missed it this time and it came on so hard that I never knew what hit me till it was too late. So I missed the pool party, I missed the fashion show and I missed my mommy.

The next several days were a blur of slow recovery, but I was back to myself by Tuesday. That was a good thing because Friday marked the launch of a little thing called The White Party. The White Party is regarded among us gays as the spot to to shed the winter and show off your spring coat poolside under the Palm Springs sun. I was not so into it this year as I had been in previous years; been there done that. I did although rock it out Saturday night when I danced with Tyler Riggz in the Rascal Lounge to the tunes of Boss Lady, DJ Chi Chi LaRue. After our obligatory set we let loose at the after hours party with DJ Tony Moran. We closed it at 10 AM, needless to say that that was sufficient enough for me. I slept most of Sunday. That was good because we were all due to be on set on Monday, well not me, I was due to start filming on Tues at 2.