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10 THINGS YOU PROBABLY DON'T KNOW ABOUT BRENT CORRIGAN
RICHIE RAU, DAVID TOWNSEND & BRENT CORRIGAN
1. He is lactose intolerant.
2. He is an accomplished equestrian.
3. After 2 drinks, he "shooshes" his S's.
4. He wears his sunglasses when swimming underwater.
5. He sucks at Twister.
6. His wrestling style can best be described as "beetle stuck on a pin".
7. His favorite comeback lines begin with "Your mom's..." (For example: "Your ass is showing." "Your mom's ass is showing.")
8. His dog Dukie hates automatic pool vacuums and has a bigger erection than I do.
9. He collects decanters.
10. He can drive a huge van backwards down tight alleys expertly without scratching the sides.
I'll be posting on the entire shoot very soon, so check back often!
JBK
GRABBYS WEEKEND--DAYS 4 & 5
I got a text at 4:00am from KYLE PIERCE that he had arrived and was staying in JASON SPARKS' room, then I fell back asleep. At 6:15, I got up, threw on some clothes and went downstairs to the business center to check in on my flight for tomorrow morning. The printers still weren't working, so I'd have to get my boarding pass at a kiosk at the airport, but at least I was checked in, although it was in Group 5. Ugh. I hate going on the plane in a later group, as too many jerks put their carry-ons in the front of the plane, then go sit in the back, taking up other people's overhead space.
The Grabbys were over, and there was one last function to attend: the Recovery Brunch at the North End bar. This was usually a packed event. I didn't eat anything beforehand as I usually took the boys out to dinner afterward, so I showered and dressed and began texting.
The first thing that bothered me was the way TREVOR KNIGHT had stormed out of the theater the night before. I had no idea what was wrong, and if it was something I had done. Moreso, with TYLER SAINT and TRISTAN MATHEWS missing in action, whereabouts unknown and plans uncertain, I was now short 2 people for the brunch appearance. I had promised 9. If Trevor was a no-show, that would put me down to 6 and make me look bad. I texted him, asking if something was wrong, if he was mad at me. He answered that, no, he wasn't angry with me, but the events of the show had upset him. I won't go into more detail than that, as it is a bit personal.
The important thing was that Trevor promised he'd be at the brunch, and one by one, the other 6 texted me to promise the same. I had asked everyone (except Trevor and CORT DONOVAN as they were already further north) to meet in my room. WOLF HUDSON was the first to show up, suitcase in tow, as he had to leave from the event and go right to the airport.
"I'm keeping my promise,' he said. "If anyone wants to be tea-bagged, this is where I'll do it." I knew he would, too.
Soon, NASH LAWLER showed up with ROBBIE IRELAND and DREW WARNER close behind. I gave them their special shirts, which said "Dirty" in front and had the Dirty Bird logo in back.
Wolf was getting antsy about leaving, but I assured him we'd have plenty of time. STEVE JEROME showed up, and told me he'd heard from Tristan Mathews that he probably wasn't coming to Chicago because he'd gotten a better offer of work. Thanks for the phone call, Tristan! Ass.
Within a few minutes, Kyle Pierce, SCOTT CAMPBELL and TYLER were there, too. I told everyone that they would each be raffling off 2 copies of their movies, as well as their shirts. There was also the possibility, I said, of something else happening. Last year, we were surprised by MARK NAGEL requesting the guys to raffle off their underwear and the right for the winner to take them off. So there was still the element of surprise for us, I said.
The 9 of us went downstairs and caught 3 cabs. Steve took one with Scott and Tyler, Drew took another with Robbie and Wolf and I took the third with Kyle and Nash. Minutes later, we all arrived outside the North End bar. A rather brusque guard informed us that there was a special entrance for talent, so we walked half a block north and went in there.
The bar had been slightly changed. There were more monitors, including a couple large flat-screen TVs, and a 2nd stage had been built. The food section was smaller this year, but I'm sure it was so they could get more guys in. As we entered, I saw ANGEL BENTON on the front stage and BOBBY CLARK on the back stage with BRANDON BAKER, dressed in a white bathrobe.
I had a box of dvds to be raffled off and set them down on the back stage. Trevor was there and hugged me, as did Cort. The boys were mingling with the public and having a good time meeting their fans.
Kyle Pierce, Nash Lawler & Robbie Ireland
Nash shows us he's dirty. A couple of dirty boys.
Wolf awaits his turn on stage.
Soon, it was our time slot, and Wolf was the first to go up on the back stage, interviewed by Bobby Clark. They talked about Cockyboys winning a Grabby award, and Wolf bottoming in MUG SHOTS for Dirty Bird Pictures. Then, Bobby asked Wolf if he was going to make good on his promise to tea-bag people, and Wolf responded by stripping off his clothes.
Wolf goes topless. MUG SHOTS for the lucky winner.
Wolf reads the winning number.
After raffling off the dvds, I nabbed Mark Nagel and told him that I needed to go up on stage and announce something. So, Mark got Bobby's attention and told him to have me come up. Bobby said, "Who?" Mark told him my name, and Bobby looked puzzled, but finally did it.
I climbed up on stage and took the mic. "The boys are raffling off their shirts, too," I said, "and the right to take them off! Also, does anyone know Cole from Active Duty?" There was a lot of noise made.
I get my shirts at NovemberFire.com.
Wolf, some hack & Bobby Clark
"Well, he's behind the camera now, starting his own site. I have lots of dvds of his scenes, as well as other movies. Does anyone want FREE PORN?" Huge response. "If you see me walking around, just come up to me and say 'I want to see King Cole's BI BARRACKS!'" I got down, and the fun really began.
I was immediately swarmed by guys asking for the dvds that COLE had sent to pass out, along with the copies of FATHER KNOWS BEST and BOWSER MAKES A PORN. Soon, my hands were empty. But then it was back to the action on stage.
"Who wants to get tea-bagged by Wolf Hudson?" Bobby shouted. Instead of rushing the stage, everyone suddenly got shy. "You do it!" a voice shouted at Bobby. So he did.
The pants come down for Bobby
Finally, a few more guys came up to be tea-bagged.
Would you like cream or sugar with your tea?
Wolf's stint was over, and he dressed and climbed down. Instead of leaving immediately, he hung around for a while to talk to fans.
Here's some video of Wolf's appearance:
Next, it was Scott's turn. He ascended the stage with Angel Benton and got naked pretty damn quick!
After Scott, it was Cort's turn. He got up on the back stage with Bobby Clark.
Back to the front stage, it was Nash's turn. The crowd really liked the show he put on.
Nash did some of his trademarked bare butt pushups.
With Nash, they decided to do something different. They auctioned off his underwear, and it brought in a tidy sum: $85.
The winner claims his prize...and a bit more.
Here's some video of Mr. Lawler at the brunch:
Kyle Pierce was next up on the back stage with Bobby. Kyle got out of his clothes pretty quick, too, and not only did they auction off his underwear, but the right to stick a finger in his butthole through the fabric!
Kyle had a great time and thanked me for inviting him. Next up with Angel was Robbie, who took his shirt off and wiped his pits with it to make it more enticing to bidders.
Here's some video of Robbie's appearance:
They auctioned off Robbie's underwear, and it went for a whopping $300! Trevor Knight was onstage next with Bobby in the back bar.
Here's some video of Trevor's appearance:
After raffling off copies of ENDGAME, Trevor's underwear came up for auction and went for an amazing $500! Trevor had been feeling a bit down about not winning Best Actor at the Grabbys, but this made up for it.
Afterward, Nash Lawler and I went to grab some dinner and discuss his requirements to get his cherry popped on screen. More on that in the future. Then, he told me he was dancing at Spin that night and would I come? I told him I'd think about it, as I usually take the last night of my annual Chicago trip to pamper myself in my hotel room.
THEN, Nash told me that he'd contacted STACY BRIDGES about getting his trophy, only to be told that the studio gets it, not the models. So that meant that not only didn't Nash get a trophy, but I was going to have to tell Cort Donovan that he would have to give his up!! I dreaded that phone call.
Back at my room, I phoned Mr. Donovan and explained everything to him. He graciously said he understood and it was not a problem. Steve Jerome said he'd take the trophy back to San Diego if I got it to him, so Cort agreed to meet me at Spin that night. Trevor Knight was also dancing and had asked me to come by for support, so I agreed.
As I soaked in the tub in the hotel room, CVK called me. He was bored and lonely and wanted to talk, which was nice. After a while, I got dressed and headed out for Spin, which had expanded and was now huge! Cort showed up and gave me the award, and Drew Warner and Robbie Ireland also came by, proceeding to get me drunk. Cort was already tipsy and kept talking to me about a porn idea he had, and I kept leaving the VIP area to watch Nash's show. He would dance, do pushups and cover himself in whipped cream. He also ran Dum-Dum suckers up and down the crack of his ass and give them to guys in the crowd to suck on. He pulled a large man up on stage and let the guy suck on a lollipop that he had protruding from his jock. It was a fun night.
I want back to the hotel and looked through the room service menu, finally deciding on a small chocolate thingee of some sort which was smooth and creamy (I don't remember what it was), then went to bed.
My flight left very early the next morning, so I got up and packed then headed to the front desk to check out. The same woman who checked me in was there and I told her it had been a nice time. As I waited, a bleary-eyed MATTHEW RUSH stood nearby, waiting to check out, also. I told him he looked like I felt, then nabbed a cab and as there was no traffic that early, was at O'Hare airport in 20 minutes. Security was a breeze and I watched MAMMA MIA! again on the way home.
Chicago is always a great time, but nothing beats coming home to CVK's arms.
JBK
GRABBYS WEEKEND--DAY 3
Saturday morning I awoke, showered and dressed, then got a phone call from WOLF HUDSON asking me to join him for breakfast. He was at a place around the corner called OldTimers and was there with HOWARD from Fabscout. I'd never heard of the place but headed out to find it.
An unimpressive-looking little place, I entered and saw Wolf and Howard at a long table with SAN DIEGO TOM, TOMMY DEFENDI and many other guys. Wolf waved me over and Howard introduced me to everyone. There was no room, so I sat at a small table nearby. Wolf joined me. He was nervous, he said, about co-hosting the show that night. I told him he'd be fine as long as he didn't tell the joke about the black guy and the genie. The poor waitress was running herself ragged trying to serve everyone, and got order after order wrong. I was hungry for lunch, so I got a gyro, which was decent. Wolf couldn't even eat his food so he asked that it be wrapped up to go. He then proceeded to tell me about an orgy that had occurred in his room the previous night. Lucky.
Back in my room, I double-checked the dvds, pictures and things for the Recovery Brunch the next day, then got 2 phone calls from TREVOR KNIGHT telling me that he was introducing the ENDGAME clip and could I write a brief synopsis for him, along with a list of the cast. My next 90 minutes was spent writing up a paragraph and dealing with 2 techs in the hotel's business center who couldn't figure out why neither printer was working.
I returned to 2601, wrote the info out in legible printing on a piece of paper, then settled in for an afternoon of texting.
NASH LAWLER: Nash told me that he made the plane and would be in about 3:00pm. I told him his room was on my card and I'd filled out a form so that he wouldn't need me at the front desk to check in. I asked him to call me when his plane landed.
KYLE PIERCE: Kyle told me that he was in St. Louis, and that Expedia hadn't made his plane and hotel reservations. They asked him if he'd gotten a confirmation email, and he said no. "Then your reservations weren't made," they told him. He had his car and was going to drive to Chicago, but he probably wouldn't make it in time for the show. He would be there for the brunch, though. He said he would call the hotel when he was on the road and see if they had any rooms. I texted JASON SPARKS the info and he graciously offered Kyle to bunk with him if he couldn't find lodgings, and I passed that on, asking Kyle to text me when he arrived, no matter how late.
TYLER SAINT: I asked him how he was feeling and if he would be at the brunch tomorrow. No answer. I repeated this a few times that day. No answer.
TRISTAN MATTHEWS: I texted him, asking if he was in town. No answer. I asked him if he was going to be at the show. No answer. I asked him if he would be at the brunch. No answer. I texted him that if he did not come to Chicago, would he please just tell me. I wouldn't be mad, but I needed to know if he was going to be there or not. No answer.
I got a phone call from Nash. He was in the lobby, but they wouldn't check him in without me at the front desk. Rrrrgh! A short elevator ride later, I saw Nash standing at the front desk. It the the same woman who checked me in and who had me fill out the form. "What's the problem?"
She told me that the form I filled out covered the room and tax, but not any incidentals. For Nash to check in, he had to put his credit card on file so that if he took anything from the mini-bar, it would go on his card. Nash didn't want to do that, and they wouldn't let him check in unless he did. So I told them to put any incidentals on my card, as well, then looking at Nash, said, "I'm sure he won't be making any phone calls, taking anything from the bar or doing any damage, right?" He nodded, grinning.
Back in the room, I took a brief nap, then showered again and strutted around my room with the shades up, letting whoever might be looking (I never saw anybody) take in the sight of my naked person. I got dressed, forgoing my usual wear for something more festive this time around. Blue jeans instead of black, a turquoise-striped hippie shirt with love beads, a lapis lazuli pinky ring and blue tennis shoes. I liked it.
Nash showed up and hung out while we waited on the others that had agreed to go as a group. SCOTT CAMPBELL and his boyfriend TYLER showed up, as did Jason Sparks. We met STEVE JEROME in the lobby, who told us that three of us could go in his friend ROBERT's SUV. So, Scott, Tyler and Jason packed themselves into the vehicle and were off, while Steve, Nash and I grabbed a cab.
At the Park West Theater, the front was mobbed with a huge mass of porn stars, directors and fans. The red carpet was underway with SISTER ROMA holding sway.
CHI CHI LARUE and Sister Roma
ROMAN HEART and Sister Roma
We were all herded that way, and I chatted with DREW WARNER and ROBBIE IRELAND as we waited in line.
Nash Lawler, Tyler, Scott Campbell, moi
Nash Lawler, Drew Warner, Scott Campbell, me and Robbie Ireland
Soon, it was my turn, and MIKE STABILE waved for me to take my place, so I ran and jumped into the spot. Over the years, Sister Roma has gone from not knowing who I was to now possibly dreading it, as she has no idea what I will say (see GayVNs posts).
But I was a good boy, and talked about the things I was nominated for and that was about it. MR. PAM was in Israel shooting so I had no one to play up to. lol. Then I went inside to be interviewed again for some radio station I'd never heard of. The two guys talking to me hadn't heard of ME, either, obviously, so I spent the first 30 seconds explaining who I was, what I'd done and what I was nominated for. Then, I opened the door, presented my ticket and entered the dark, whorey throng.
Guys in leather, guys in drag, guys in suits, guys shirtless, it was all there, just like last year. I had a bit of trouble finding my table and was surprised at how far back it was. The lesson learned here is to order early.
The guys joined me at the table, including Trevor Knight, who was hyper-excited and bouncing in his seat. I gave him the synopsis I wrote and asked him if he could read it. He said yes, but he was going to try to memorize it and do it without looking at the paper. Sitting in front of us was Steve Jerome and his friend. Steve was getting the Wall of Fame that night, and it was going to be a surprise. The stage was decorated very nicely with several really long crystal curtain chandeliers, and an announcement asked everyone to find their seats.
The Grabbys logo was on all the video monitors.
Three dancers came out on stage. They were very good. At one point, they all took off their shirts. The first white guys was hot. The black guy was hot. The 2nd white guy was...kind of flabby, and there were some giggles from the audience. See for yourself:
Here are my highlights from the show:
Chi Chi's banter with BRENT CORRIGAN:
ERIC RHODES accepting the lube basket. "I don't know what this is for," he said, "I wasn't paying attention."
DIESEL WASHINGTON winning Best Porn Star Blog and thanking his mother.
Steve Jerome was gracious and humble when he went up for the Wall of Fame. "I'm not much of a public speaker," he said. He did fine.
Trevor intro'd the ENDGAME clip, getting out the first sentence of my synopsis, then abandoning it altogether and improvising: "Do you guys know CHAD HUNT bottomed in this?" Then, with a dramatic sweep of his arm toward the screens, he shouted, "Endgame!" lol. They played the trailer, and I was horrified when the picture stuck 3 times during it's run. I had asked STACY BRIDGES to please run it on the actual equipment being used to make sure it played okay, and he said he had and it was fine. I just slunk down in my seat on the first freeze-frame, but was quite happy as it ended that it got the biggest applause of all the clips shown for Best Video that night.
Wolf Hudson and BOBBY CLARK accepting the award for Best Internet Porn Site. It went to Cockyboys.
During the 2nd half of the show, Brent Corrigan was running around the audience and he said hello as he passed me. "Are you having a good time?" I asked. He said he was under just a minute ago, when he had an unpleasant encounter with Trevor Knight backstage. I asked him what happened but he was already off and running somewhere else.
Wolf and Brent came out onstage without their shirts on, and this perked up the kind of quiet crowd:
Chi Chi's teasing of Diesel Washington's mother.
Wolf kissing HONEY WEST's ass onstage.
ERIC WEST did a bit with a black puppet, which Chi Chi said was weird but I actually thought was very funny.
Finally, ROBBIE IRELAND and two others presented the award for BEST GROUP SCENE. As they read off the nominees, I noticed that CHAD HUNT was the first name in 2 of them. As Robbie read the winner, he began, "Chad Hunt..." and I immediately thought that the other scene had won, but he continued, "...CORT DONOVAN, Nash Lawler..." and it hit me with a hammer that ENDGAME had won! I shouted "Oh my god! It's us!" and grabbed Nash and told him to go up and get the award. He looked up at me and said, "Huh? What?" I told him we'd won the award and he bolted toward the stage, arms in the air in triumph. He joined Cort and both graciously accepted the award. People from all over ran over to me to say congratulations and good job, patting me on the back and shoulders. It was a great moment and a total surprise.
Steve leaned over to me and showed me his blackberry. He had been texting DINK FLAMINGO as the events went on, and Dink had asked him, "Who gets the award?" I told Steve that the models did, and he relayed that to Dink.
Nash returned to the table, all happy. "Where's your award?" I asked him. He looked shocked and said, "I was so out of it that I completely forgot to take it from the trophy boy!" I told him not to worry, that we would get it from Mark or Stacy. (More on this in the next entry.)
The TO THE LAST MAN clip got very good applause, too, but I heard 2 people over my left shoulder boo it during the murder montage.
I didn't win Best Videography, nor did I expect to. I wad my fingers crossed, as I always do, for Best Screenplay, but when I didn't get that, either, I knew I was out. There was no way I would get Best Director, nor ENDGAME Best Video. I kept holding out hope that Trevor would win Best Actor, though. But when that category came up, Trevor lost, and almost immediately, he jumped up out of his seat and ran backstage. I took the opportunity to check my cell phone and read about 20 texts from people congratulating me on Best Group and offering condolences on Best Screenplay. Suddenly, Trevor reappeared, grabbed his shirt from the seat and was gone.
The final surprise was THE DRIFTER (Raging Stallion's title not mine) won Best Video. The show ended, and the audience began a mad rush for the doors, but some hung around long enough for pictures.
DEAN FLYNN & Chi Chi LaRue (Dean had mispronounced my name at last year's GayVNs by calling me JEFF Blakk. Wolf told me he caught him backstage about to do the same thing but corrected him.)
ADEN STONE, Wolf Hudson, ROB ROMONI
Me & ADAM KILLIAN
Let me sum up the evening by saying this: first, I thought Chi Chi & Honey were the funniest they've ever been at this show. They were raunchy, quick-witted and hilarious. Also, getting rid of the intermission is a good idea and I hope they keep it. Finally, I was disappointed in the attending crowd. Hardly anyone laughed at most of the jokes. There was very little clapping at the nominees or the winners. The joint was filled with the living dead at times, and many people mentioned this to me. Why?
At one point, I looked around the room and noticed that a very large percentage of people were not looking at the stage, but rather, in their hands or laps. They were Twittering! No wonder there was so little audience reaction, so little clapping...the majority was typing away on their little keyboards! Even people at my own table missed one or two opportunities to clap for our film because they were updating like madmen. When the Brent Corrigan/Trevor Knight exchange happened backstage, people at my table showed me what was going on via Twitter before Trevor even got back! Amazing. And disgraceful.
After the show, Steve Jerome, his friend, Nash & I decided to get something to eat, and we ended up at a fondue restaurant called Geya. The place was dark and sexy, and at one point Nash said, "I feel like I'm on a date!"
"You are," I said, "with all 3 of us!" The food was awesome and inspired me to do a fondue anniversary dinner for me and CVK when I got home.
After dinner, we all went back to the hotel, where Steve, Nash and I were dropped off. Steve and I went back to our rooms while Nash hit the bar.
Back upstairs and in my room, I noticed that all the lights were on, every curtain in every part of the suite was drawn, and a bathrobe was laid out on my bed. I laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I get it! No more walking around naked in front of open windows!"
To be continued...
JBK
P.S. Thanks to T-BALL & Drew Warner for use of the pictures!
GRABBYS WEEKEND--DAY 2
I woke up at 6:30, then fell back asleep and woke up again at 8:30, again falling asleep. At 10:00, my cell rang and it was CVK: "Are you still in bed??" We chatted about the events the night before, and then I got up and showered.
Soon, I got a phone call from JASON SPARKS, asking me if I wanted to do lunch. There was an amazing Thai food place not too far away called the Star of Siam, so we decided to go. In the lobby, I talked to the woman behind the counter and set things up so that when NASH LAWLER checked in, he would be able to do so without calling me, as his room was on my credit card. WOLF HUDSON ran across the lobby to say hi, and I asked him if he wanted to join us for lunch. He begged off, as he was on his way to IML to check it out. Jason showed up and we walked to the restaurant.
The food was delicious, and we parted ways, as I wanted to go see if Ethel's Chocolates was still at 900 N. Michigan. It wasn't, so I returned to the hotel where I opened a Fed Ex'd package of dvds and pictures to hand out at the Recovery Brunch on Sunday.
I got a text message from Mr. Lawler, who said he had missed his flight and would not be arriving until the next day, so I had to call the front desk and inform them of the delayed check-in.
It was now 2:00, and I had not heard from TYLER SAINT, who was booked to do the Dirty Bird Happy Hour at the Lucky Horseshoe. I texted him to see where he was, and he replied that he was in his room and wasn't feeling well. I asked him if he was still planning on dancing at the Happy Hour show, which was from 5 to 7, and he replied that ROBERT VAN DAMME had paid for his ticket and wanted him to appear at his IML booth during that time, and he felt obligated to do that instead of my show. Which he'd already agreed to weeks earlier. And we'd advertised him appearing at.
I hurriedly ran through a list of Dirty Bird models that might be in town through my mind and settled on TREVOR KNIGHT. A phone call later, and Trevor had agreed to appear. I now had Trevor and SCOTT CAMPBELL. That would do.
Wolf Hudson called and asked if he could come over and hang out. A few minutes later, he was stretched out on the couch telling me about how he had to go over and pick up ROB ROMONI, who was making his first "event" appearance in years. DREW WARNER and ROBBIE IRELAND called to say they were planning on coming to the Happy Hour, and soon, it was time for me to go.
I jumped in a cab with a dvd copy of ENDGAME and MUG SHOTS to be raffled off at the Tim & Roma Show later and headed for the Lucky Horseshoe. Trevor, Scott and his boyfriend TYLER were already there.
I sat at the bar, putting the dvds on the counter, and the bartender snatched them up. I thought he was just going to look at the covers, but before I could even open my mouth, he ripped the cellophane off and opened them, taking the discs out. "I can run these on the monitors," he said.
I sat there, wondering if people at the Tim & Roma Show would be offended by getting dvds that were already opened because going back to the hotel and returning would be a pain in the ass, not to mention costing about $30. Suddenly, an idea hit me. I ran outside to hear better and dialed Drew's phone. Robbie answered.
"Have you guys left the hotel yet?" I asked.
"We're just closing our door."
"Can you wait two minutes for me?"
"Sure."
I called the front desk and explained that I needed a friend to be let into my room to get something, and if that could be arranged. Surprisingly, they said yes, and connected me to security. I told the guy the name of the person, what they were to get and where it was. He said to have them meet him at my room in 5 minutes. I called Drew back and asked him to go to my room, ID himself to the security guy and get two dvds from the box on the desk, then bring them to me at the Lucky Horseshoe. He agreed, and I went back into the bar, relieved. It's good to have friends.
In the bar, Trevor had decided against dancing and preferred to just do meet and greets, while Scott, clad only in red jockeys, got on the stage and danced. The crowd was kind of uninspired, and neither guy did that well.
Drew and Robbie showed up with my dvds, and soon, it was time to head for Roscoe's for the Tim & Roma Show. Outside the 'Shoe, I counted six of us and said that we'd need 2 cabs. Drew and the group laughed at me, saying that Roscoe's was only a few blocks away, within walking distance.
"Yeah," I said, "but I weigh twice as much as the heaviest of you."
"Well then," Robbie replied, "this will do you a lot of good."
And off we went. Actually, I was in the same mindset as the year before, when we had to cab it from the Lucky Horseshoe to Hydrate for the show, because we were in a hurry and it was farther away. My bad.
At Roscoe's, they tried to charge us to enter, but MARK NAGEL was there to get us in. We said hello to MATTHEW RUSH, then headed in the back where SCOTT TANNER and SISTER ROMA were already doing the show against the back wall of the dance floor.
Scott Tanner & Sister Roma
They were interviewing BRENT CORRIGAN, and while he was talking, I saw STEVE JEROME, director of CustomBoys.com. He told me that he had been picked up by a friend at the airport and while they had stopped to eat at a restaurant, the car had been broken into and all his luggage stolen. Wolf Hudson had had a bad plane trip, too, and now, with Nash missing his flight, I was counting a steadily mounting number of bad flight experiences for the weekend.
In the crowd, I could see JASON SECHREST, JASON RIDGE, MIKE STABILE from GayPornBlog.com. Brent Corrigan's business partner GRANT came up to me and shook my hand. Suddenly, CHI CHI LARUE appeared (out of drag) and gave me a big hug. Amazingly, my arms went completely around him! He looked so good. I'm really happy for him.
Mark Nagel came up to me with a clipboard. "Where's Tyler Saint? Where's Tristan Mathews?" he asked me, feverishly.
"I don't know where Tristan is, and apparently Tyler Saint had better things to do," I replied.
"Have you seen Scott Campbell?" he asked, and I pointed him out. Mark ran off to get him onto the stage.
A flurry of guests seated themselves between Scott and Roma:
Scott Campbell
Robbie Ireland
Matthew Rush
Ben Leon (sitting on a phone book)
Eric Rhodes
Diesel Washington
Mike Stabile was off to one side of the stage, and I began running up to him intermittently to toss one-liners in his ear. When ANGEL BENTON was being interviewed, someone yelled for the very pale young man to take his shirt off. "If he takes his shirt off, we'll all need sunglasses," I said. A moment later, "Wasn't he in THE DAVINCI CODE?"
Soon, Mike told me it was my turn to go up. As I approached, Sister Roma yelled, "Jett Blakk, I want one of your t-shirts! I love you, too!" referring to a series of t-shirts I had made that I gave to models after shoots that read "I (heart) Jett Blakk".
Here's a video compilation of guests appearing on the show:
Roma asked me about upcoming projects and I cracked a few jokes, then raffled off the movies. It was fun. Mark Nagel came up and asked, "Where's Wolf Hudson?", so I texted him.
"Almost there," he texted back.
"How long?" Mark asked.
"3 minutes," he texted back, but Mark was already gone, looking through the crowd for someone to send up. A few minutes later, it was apparent that the crowd had been thoroughly panned for any further gold nuggets and was empty.
"Goodnight, everyone!" Roma cried. "That's our show!"
The lights went off, and they stepped down off the stage. Exactly one minute later, Wolf burst in with Rob Romoni in tow. "You missed the show," I told him. You could see that at first he thought I was kidding, but soon the grin melted into a frown.
"Are you shitting me?" he asked.
I shook my head now. "The lights are off. It's over."
Wolf was NOT happy, and he darted into the crowd as people swarmed around Rob, telling him how good he looked. TROY from Falcon shook his hand as I stood nearby, and after a few awkward moments turned to me and asked how I was, which surprised me. I thought he was ignoring me. For a very brief moment, I considered asking him why Falcon had never asked me back, especially after being told I was going to be offered a 6-picture deal, but I decided not to open that can of worms. For now.
Adam Killian & Robbie Ireland
Sister Roma & Wolf Hudson
Eric Rhodes saw me and jumped out of the group he was conversing with to give me a big hug, and Diesel Washington made a point to tell me that he did NOT call me "cracker" at the GayVNs. I laughed and told him it was a joke in my blog. He hugged me hard.
I saw a very inebriated Ben Leon in the crowd, and we had emailed each other a couple of times but never met in person, so I went up to the award-winning director who was wobbling like a weeble and put out my hand.
"Ben? Hi, I'm Jett Blakk."
He looked up at me. Way up. "I know who you arrrrree," he slurred, shaking my hand. "We've emailed, right?"
"Yeah, but we've never met. I just wanted to say hi."
He smiled. "Hi." I beat a hasty retreat because I've had guys pass out on me before, and I have a rule that I only perform CPR on clean-shaven guys.
Returning to Falcon, co-director/editor LEIF GOBO came over to say hello, as did SCOTT SPEARS. Then, after 20 minutes of discussing why MAMMA MIA! is a "girls' musical" with Robbie Ireland while Drew looked on drinking pink lemonade and vodka out of a pitcher with a straw, Scott Campbell and his boyfriend came over to ask if I'd go with them to the Raging Stallion party back at the Lucky Horseshoe, and I agreed.
It was very crowded, but not as much as last year. I wandered the crowd, seeing LOGAN MCCREE, RYAN RAZ and DEAN FLYNN, among others. Drew introduced me to LUCKY DANIELS, who he said was now in L.A. and available for movies. As I squeezed through the crowd, I saw BRETT DRYSDALE who was waving at me excitedly. "You have to try this!" he exclaimed. On the bar in front of him was something that looked like the female robot from WALL-E lying on its side and a laptop.
"Put your fingers inside!" he told me. I slide them into the white hollow object and felt something that felt like the inside lining of a swimsuit surrounded by firm rubber. Brett turned it on, and the damn thing started pumping my fingers! "Now, watch this," he said, starting up the laptop. A porn movie played, and the electronic fleshjack stoked my fingers in time to the action onscreen.
"It's pretty cool," I said, "but if you use lube, will it short the thing out?"
Brett shook his head. "It has a lube reservoir built in and dispenses it automatically!" I pulled my fingers out, and SPIKE, who was sitting next to me, offered me some disinfectant. Brett asked me for my card and said he's send me a free one. As I began to move away, I looked back to see the device embedded on Spike's erect cock. "It looks like he's fucking a baby," I told no one in particular.
Bumping into Drew Warner and Robbie Ireland again, they asked if I wanted to go with them to Cocktails to see Lucky Daniels go-go dance. It was only 11:30, so I said sure. We left the 'Shoe and began to walk to the bar, directly across the street from Roscoe's. "Wow," Drew said, after a few minutes, "we should have taken a taxi."
"Aha!" I shouted, "NOW you want to take a taxi! C'mon, walking is GOOD for you!" and laughed evilly. Drew shot me a "fuck you" look that made me laugh harder.
I'd never been in Cocktails before, but it was a very nice bar with a pleasant atmosphere. Drew kept buying me drinks (I never said no-lol) and soon Lucky was on the stage.
Lucky Daniels during the show.
Lucky Daniels knew what to shake and how:
PG Version (Mild)
R Version (Spicy)
At about 1am, we'd had enough, and Drew, Robbie and I left Cocktails and headed to 7-11 to get some cheap sandwiches to take back to the hotel instead of ordering expensive room service. We devoured them in my room, and I said good night to the guys around 1:30. I jumped in the shower, again, without closing my blinds, then hit the sheets.
Tomorrow was the Grabbys, and although I was pretty sure ENDGAME wouldn't win anything, I was looking forward to it.
To be continued...
JBK
P.S. Thanks to T-Ball & Drew Warner for use of the pictures!
GRABBYS WEEKEND--DAY 1
CVK's alarm clock rang at 3:45am, and I dragged myself out of bed for a quick shower and to finish packing my bag. I loaded my satchel and bag into the car, kissed CVK goodbye, and at 4:30, backed out of my driveway and was off to LAX where I found a nice parking space, jumped on the shuttle and was through security in a flash (although they did scan my satchel twice, which was odd because I'd put my video iPod, my iPod nano, my regular iPod, my GPS, my Kodak handycam and my cell phone in a large plastic bag separately in a bin). I was at my gate no more than 2 minutes when they began boarding. My seat belt fit without my having to ask for an extension, and my video iPod was handy in the seat pocket in front of me. This was going to be smooth.
The pilot came on the speaker and said that his oxygen mask wasn't working, and a mechanic was on board fixing it. It should only take a few minutes.
One
hour later, he finished, and the pilot said he had to log the technical work,
which would only take a few minutes.
10 minutes later, we began to move for the runway. Where we stopped, because we had missed our turn and now had to wait for an opening to take off. Should only be a few minutes, the pilot said.
15 minutes later, we zoomed into the sky, and I was concerned that I would miss my connecting flight in Dallas. I only had a 70 minute layover, and we were already delayed almost 90. I watched MAMMA MIA! on my video iPod and imagine everyone in the plane singing along. When we landed, the pilot came on the speaker and said we had lost our gate, and the airport was assigning us a new one. Groans all over the craft, as everyone, it seemed, had connecting flights.
10 minutes later: "Well," the pilot said over the speaker, "the good news is, we have a gate assignment. The bad news is it's on the other side of the terminal, so we have to taxi over there. Should only take a few minutes."
20 minutes later, the entire group of passengers were dog-faced and disappointed. Everyone had missed their flights. The flight attendants didn't say "Thank you" as we left. They didn't dare.
I got over to my gate, and of course, the plane was gone. The gate attendant was helping a cute Asian guy with a rockin' butt, and I heard her tell him that he was on the 2:45 flight. He left, and I explained my situation. "I can put you down as 'standby' on the 1:45 flight," she said, "but if you don't get on, the next flight I can book you on isn't until 5:20. I just gave the last 2:45 seat to the guy in front of you." She assured me that my chances for getting on the 1:45 flight were good, but if not, I would have to hang around the Dallas airport for almost 5 hours! I went to the gate and as luck would have it, I was in my seat less than 5 minutes when the gate attendant called my name and told me I had gotten on the flight. Hazzah!
On the way to Chicago, I watched the original WAR OF THE WORLDS, and after we landed, I made the same mistake as last year and took a cab to my hotel in rush hour. It was a 90-minute, $45 cab ride.
At the Hard Rock Hotel, a very nice young woman checked me in, joking about my two names. I told her she was probably going to run into that a lot over the next couple of days, and she gave me my key card. Room 2601.
I had graciously been upgraded to a Tower suite. Every room had huge windows that looked out into office buildings. You opened the door and there was a short hallway with a desk.
Turning the corner, the first thing you see was the living room couch.
Across from the windows was the TV and mini-bar.
Next
to the hallway was the bar, with two complimentary bottles of fizzy water and a
small tray of fruit: strawberries, blackberries, raspberries and apples.
The card from the hotel manager invited me to "rock out with my cock
out!"
The tub was a bit small, but I would use it Sunday night. You can't see the shower door, but it was floor to ceiling and solid glass.
I
didn't get a shot of the bed, but here's a corner of the bedroom.
I
unpacked with a frenzy and almost immediately got a text from STACY BRIDGES
telling me about a private industry party at the Lucky Horseshoe, so I changed
clothes and headed down there. In the back room, I saw several familiar
faces, including those of TREVOR KNIGHT and JASON SPARKS. We chatted for
a bit, then headed over to Hydrate for CHI CHI LARUE'S Skin Trade party.
Inside, I was greeted by some fans who wanted pictures, autographs and
gossip about the models. I ran into WOLF HUDSON, ERIC WEST, JEREMY
BILDING, SAN DIEGO TOM, TROY from Falcon and others.
Soon, I needed a break from the music and went outside, where the Wolf Hudson/Eric West Comedy Hour was in full swing:
It had been a long day, and I was tired and ready for bed. At around midnight, I went back inside and waved to Chi Chi, who was DJing in the booth, then went outside and caught a cab back to the Hard Rock. I took a quick shower, letting anyone who could see in the windows get glimpses of whatever they could, as I left the blinds up, then crawled into bed and was out.
To be continued...
JBK
OFF TO CHICAGO!
Tomorrow morning I am off to the Windy City for the Grabby awards! There are parties galore:
As usual, upon my return I will post my experiences along with pics and video!
Now, if you're in town, be sure and come by the Lucky Horseshoe Lounge on Friday, May 22nd between 5:00 and 7:00pm for the Dirty Bird Happy Hour! You can see TYLER SAINT, SCOTT CAMPBELL and NASH LAWLER go-go dance just inches from your face!
Then, head over to Roscoes' at 7:30 to see the guys and myself get interviewed on the Tim & Roma Show!
On Sunday, May 24th, head over to The North End at 12:30pm for the Recovery Brunch! 12:30 to 2:00 is the Men of Dirty Bird! You can see WOLF HUDSON, Tyler Saint, TREVOR KNIGHT, KYLE PIERCE, Nash Lawler, ROBBIE IRELAND, CORT DONOVAN, TRISTAN MATHEWS and Scott Campbell live on stage! The guys will be signing autographed pictures of themselves and raffling off their movies for T-Pan! And...you can also bid on their t-shirts, which you will get to take off their bodies!! Things are sure to get wild!
Ya'll cum!
JBK
I'M ON TWITTER!
Okay, I did it.
WOLF HUDSON twisted my arm and told me I needed to be on Twitter, so I broke down and joined it. I've already got 18 followers!
I will try to twitter as often as possible, but if you want to know what I'm up to any given moment of the day, go to Twitter.com and follow me. Just search for JettBlakk!
JBK
MARK SLADE VS. NASH LAWLER
I have a question for my readers. If you could pick between two studs—one a seasoned hunky veteran superstar, the other a hot, brash newcomer—both tops, both willing to give up their video cherries...which one would you choose?
Mark Slade, unfortunately not naked
Nash Lawler
I'm asking you to do so now. Just to help give me an idea of what people would like to see. Please leave a comment in the box below and tell me who you want to see get fucked! One vote only, please.
JBK
SCENES FROM BIG SUR
CVK just downloaded the pics I took when we were at Big Sur, and I thought I'd share. Enjoy!
A view of the river from the splashway.
A bit closer.
The woods off to one side.
The river in the other direction.
The splashway, itself.
A dinky dinghy.
Steps that led to...
...an overhead walkway bridge that no one in their right minds would use.
The morning sun catching campfire smoke as it wafts through the trees.
Me, nudging the earth off orbit to re-freeze the polar ice caps.
JBK
VOTE FOR ME!
The Chronicles of Pornia website is having their own voter-based awards, and I'm up for "Best Porn Auteur"! Let's show everyone what power to the people really is!
Go to Chronicles of Pornia, then scroll down to the third entry from the bottom on the right hand side where you'll see BEST PORN AUTEUR. Click on my name, then click VOTE! Thank you so much!
If I win, a donation will be made in my name to THE TREVOR PROJECT, an organization that deals with suicide prevention for gay teens.
And while you're at it, don't forget to click on WOLF HUDSON for Most Creative Top!
JBK