Depraved

Cell Phone Pictures SUCK on blogs... I must figure out why.

Got an invite to Tristan Taormina's video release and book party. I invited a friend to join me, got on the press list because of Heeb. About 7pm tonight, got lazy and tried to back out. Luckily my friend convinced me go to go.

Tristan has a column called Pucker Up in the Village Voice -- she is also regarded as the Anal Sex Expert of all womenkind -- she loves getting it and giving it and is going on her third video about how to do it right. I want to interview her for my film. She is part porn star part educator but she looks like a substitute math teacher.

I ended up closing down her party -- stayed all night, celebrated with pieces pieces of "ass cake" a delicious chocolate and vanilla blend, spoke to a male porn actor and painter who explained t me that "art chicks are boring, they're into art and antiques and are ambivalent about their sexuality, I'm really well hung, and like to hang around slutty chicks who know what they want... who doesn't?" This is one New York punk aritst explination for why and how he got into porn.

I ran into a hot dyke friend that I once went out on a date with, we'll call him/her the name "M". Tonight, I made M laugh, a lot... so much so that M asked "why didn't we ever go out again?" I reminded M that she thought I was too straight last time... but something about being abroad for two months made our differences melt away -- and well, I couldn't help but notice what a sexy and skilled dancer M is.

I got a gorgeous goodie bag from Toys in Babeland and a promise from Tristan (who knows M) for an interview later.

I have to say that after a week back in New York -- I've gone to galleries, clubs, house parties, gay parties, Brazilian parties and book parties -- and the friendliest, most welcoming enivironment is FOR SURE the New York Alterna-Porn scene.