Yes...this is for real

Anonymous writes..."C'mon...this site is bullshit.  No way a porn director would be dressed like that.  You look like the Judds gay brother on a coke binge."

Anonymous, I'm sure a lot of this stuff seems a bit outlandish, but unfortunately...it is for real.  Los Angeles is the city of dreams...big flashing lights, concrete stars, and studios on every corner.   Brad Pitt moved here with $37, dressed up in a chicken suit, and became famous.  Vivica Fox waited tables at a cafe, and the next day she was stripping for Will Smith in Independence Day.  Quentin Tarantino rode the bus to his video store job, wrote Reservoir Dogs in 3 days, and then he's the king of Sundance.  We've all heard the get-famous-stories. Hollywood pumps them out on a daily basis, perpetuating the Great White Myth...all you gotta do is move to Hollywood and you will become famous.

I was fairly certain that within months of moving to LA, my talent would wash across the city of stars and I would be drinking mojitos with Matt Damon and Ben Affleck as we conspired on how to fix Project Greenlight into a great hype machine to promote my newest film. Years later, I've learned the one key to making it in Hollywood...survival.  And survival means a steady income flow.   And having a steady income flow in the most inconsistent city in the world is a bitch.   Add in a bad economy, and you have yourself a nice little, F5 shitstorm that will send most Hollywood hopefuls packing their bags and heading back to Waterloo, Iowa to live in mom and dad's basement.

There are three things that never go out of style, no matter how tough the times: Booze, Drugs, and Sex. If you happen to be employed in one of these chosen fields, you will always have work. So, that's how I fell into the Sex Trade. I applied to an editing add on Craigslist five years ago, and boom...I'm now working as a porn director.  There are definitely worse jobs (like the poor bastard that has to mop up the jiz-laden floor after an orgy scene...often called the 'Cum Master'), so I'm not complaining.  It's a gig that gets me from point A to point B.  And as far as my appearance, it may be a bit over-the-top...but "the Judd's gay brother on a coke binge" seems a little harsh.  How would you feel if your grandmother caught a glimpse of you signing autographs at the AVN Convention?  Not that she did...but, they do put that stuff on G4, which she could come across...and I don't want to be responsible for giving my grandmother a stroke.    She's hip, but...well...you get the point.