Three of tonight’s panelists: Candida Royalle, Nina Hartley and me!
Tonight I’ll be at the Pleasure Chest in LA (7PM) on a panel with some of my favorite women who work in the sexy sorts of filmmage (not a real word perhaps, but go with it, okay?)
Jane Hamilton had to pull out at the last minute – yes, ye olde withdrawal method – and in her place we’ve been blessed with another gifted filmmaker, one who’s leanings are slanted towards the east, even if she lives out west.
Today, I’ve decided to share something with you about each of the panelists. Something that I love about each of these women and a reason why, when creating this panel, they were who I wanted for the sake of contribution. I think this panel could have had Dana DeArmond and Joanna Angel on it too, since they’re both cool women making porn here in LA, but alas, or until next time…
Darth Vader’s not “up” for any awards this year. Downer.
With the Oscars only days away, and with this being my first experience of living in LA and actually having to deal with Oscar traffic in the middle of the day, and because I was reminded by the ever thorough and on-topic sex educator and researcher Cory Silverberg at about.com that this is the biggest movie week in Holly-wood, I’ve decided to share (yet again) two of my favorite sex scenes on film, one of which is already old enough that John Cusack’s about to star in a movie that brings him back to the 80s, where Revenge of the Nerds take place only two years prior to the year of “hot tub time machine” travel. And neither of these scenes has likely been nominated for anything other than corny goodness, but still, I do love them.
Okay, that was the longest sentence ever…
The first one is the Darth Vader/Cheerleader Moon-Bounce sex scene in the original Revenge of the Nerds. That’s the scene between nerd Louis and super sorority chick Betty. They get it on because Betty thinks that Louis is her boyfriend Stan. Afterwards she decides, and we cheer, that he’s better than Stan. I love that he doesn’t take his mask off for a while and the scene leaves the really hot stuff to our imagination. At the tender age of 10, that’s how old I was when the movie came out, that scene turned me on big time. It was the kind of sex I one day wanted to have, and still actually want to have. I think next time I’m in love I’m going to rent a moon bounce.
That’s “protect yourself” en francais, and this is a condom ad that you’ll never see on television in the U.S. of A.
And YES, it’s best to cover one’s willy with a latex or polyurethane “raincoat,” however, when you’re doing it with a myriad of faceless fucks, you’ll need more than one condom, one for each vagina (or bum), which, sadly, you don’t learn dick about from this video.
Posted in seX matters by jamye on 03/2/2010 - 6:14am
So Last Week is some of last week’s sex and relationship news delivered fresh and hot to your door, late, but not that late. Read on if you missed stories about marketing small condoms, or the one about smarter men are the guys with only one partner. I hadn’t read any of these stories before I posted them this week. So, last week’s news anyone?
I just finished shooting what should be a fun educational video for the new glove harness, La Palma, from SpareParts HardWear. It’s a cool project, one I don’t think I can disclose anything about until the video is done, but the fact that a sex toy company is dealing with one of my biggest pet peeves, which is lack of instructional materials when it comes to what comes with sex toys, this makes me super happy. However, the production itself was a little stressful. For starters, I was afraid I’d have a lot to memorize, but that fear was eradicated with the help of my new favorite website, cueprompter.
However, once we got on set, the makeup artist, who is also about to become a porn star (ya gotta love LA) made my eyes so black that I looked like I had just lost a fight after 36 hours without sleep. When I asked her to remove the excess darkness, or what I am now referring to the ring-o-not-so-rosy-around-the-eyes, she did so by placing lotion on a Q-tip and then proceeded to put that in my eyes! IN MY EYES! Like seriously, the lotion touched the actual whites of my eyes. I was so afraid of the redness that would ensue, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to keep my contacts in, and I had no glasses with me. My eyes hurt all day. They were tired. Slightly blurry and heavy. The girl was nice, but really, who puts scented lotion in someone’s eyes?! It took me a moment to realize what was happening, I was so shocked that I didn’t do anything at first. And finally I said something fairly obvious. I asked “did you just put lotion in my eyes?” When she said yes, I told her I don’t think you should do that. I mean, I thought that was common sense, but maybe I’m just picky. I don’t think I’ll be letting her near my eyes again. Ever.
It was late and I was way tired, but before I wiped off my makeup and undid my hair from the day’s SpareParts HardWear shoot, I decided to make this short video. I mean I sort of looked like one of the toys on my desk (a toy that’s not a sex toy and that doesn’t vibrate) which inspired me to show you some of the other toys in my office. The kind of sex toys that look like penguins, people and famous kitty’s – only they vibrate and can be used for other, more pleasurable adventures than just playing with dolls.
Posted in seX matters by jamye on 02/24/2010 - 9:22am
Jamie Gillis, a legend in the world of adult entertainment, died on Friday, February 19th at the age of 66 from an internal melanoma. Professionally I loved Jamie most as Dr. Seymour Love, a sexologist in the film The Opening of Misty Beethoven. The performance, based on the play Pygmalion, showcased Gillis in his prime. He was a total heartthrob. He could sing, crack a joke and that smile, that Jamie Gillis smile, it spoke volumes without having to say anything at all.
Years later, way after Misty Beethoven had closed her legs, I got to know Jamie in New York. He became part of my “adult” family, the one that consists of wonderful friends like Candida Royalle, Veronica Vera, Michele Capozzi, Alexandra SilkandLuc Wylder (read Luc’s eulogy too). I was super nervous the first time I met Jamie. He was still as good looking as he was in those Misty days, but he had this tranquility and this gentle kindness now surrounding him. His laugh was soft but genuine and he told great stories, I mean the man had years of stories to tell. And truth be told, I loved his curly hair.
We were the two Jamie’s, one with a y, one with an i, and each time we ate together, sometimes at his partner Zarela’s restaurant, I enjoyed the few minutes we’d spend catching up. He didn’t let anyone know he was sick, so the shock of his death felt much greater to those who got to relish in his presence. And while the world lost a man and possibly a myth, I felt like I lost something else too. I lost the excitement I’d felt in knowing that Jamie Gillis would be joining us for dinner whenever we all got together in NY. He was definitely a man I liked having around.
Jamie Gillis, you will be missed. Rest in peace forevermore
Posted in seX matters by jamye on 02/23/2010 - 6:21am
John Mayer, porn director? Tiger Woods, professional golfer? Canadian men enjoy bacon over sex, while British women are getting wilder in bed. It all happened so last week.
Another recent survey by the British based Netmums says that 76 per cent of women use porn, french maids are big in bed and women may be having less sex than last year, but when they do it, they’re wilder in bed. (TheSun)
While British women are getting wilder, 43% of Canadian men would choose bacon over sex (HuffingtonPost)
After John Mayer most recent Rolling Stone interview, he’s been offered a chance to fulfill his dream job with Vivid. (TMZ)
Sometimes sex doesn’t sell. Sex.com, the web domain that should sell itself is up for sale again (cnet)
Billboard’s sexiest 50 songs of all time. (Billboard)
The sexerati comment on Tiger Woods apology. (Examiner)
Tiger Woods went public with his apology today, saying he felt entitled at the time that he was doing what he was doing, but that he will prove to Elin, his wife, over time and through actions, not words, how truly sorry he is. While we all sit around and marvel at the man who could have been king, at least of the golf course, I get the feeling that porn star Joclyn James isn’t happy. At least not according to a story on Xbiz. Jocyln James, aka, Veronica Siwik-Daniels, is a mistress on a mission. And the porn starlet wanted a public apology from Tiger Woods, admitting that he promised her, over the course of their three year relationship, that their “relationship would last a lifetime.”
Please. Spare me the tears.
For me the question remains, what if Jocyln James could understand that her relationship with Tiger Woods will last a lifetime? He’s not going to forget her, nor will she him, and while the press and public may forgive and forget over time (hey, that’s what we do), what if she just accepts that the relationship has changed from a romantic one, to a telepathic one? – since there’s no way Elin’s going to let them just be friends
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