Tag: memoir

Surviving Porn: on the set of Kay Brandt’s ‘Naked’

Lead-bellied clouds loom over the golden slopes of a mountain estate just outside of L.A. Dressed in all black, with red highlights shining through her long raven hair, multi XBIZ Award-winning Kay Brandt stands in stark contrast to the setting. Although she has been on location since dawn, her makeup looks so meticulous, that I…




How not to have a Threesome

Saturday, 2:45 a.m. I strolled into the lobby of the old St. James Hotel in downtown San Diego. Light from the crystal chandelier chased away the night as I tried to slip by the check-in desk. The concierge met me with a smile that was just as loaded as mine. He wanted to know what…




Through the Valley of the Shadow of Porn

Burn My Shadow opens in the back of a bukakke line, amid unanimous souls stripped down and wading through the scum of other men’s spilt fantasies. This is where “Tyler Knight” was born. Jobless and homeless, he spent his nights lost in mass transit, on buses and trains circling Los Angeles. Hitting the end of the line,…




Adventures in Virginity: Building a Penis Pump for the Third Grade Science Fair

I had been in the garage for hours constructing a penis pump out of PVC pipe, duct tape, and miscellaneous medical supplies I had amassed from trips to the minor emergency. I was supposed to be brainstorming projects to build for the third grade science fair, but nothing had excited me quite like the prospect…




Adventures in Virginity: Raiders of the Lost Vagina

My brother and I loved playing with Barbies. Our formula for fun followed three simple steps. 1.) Undress Barbie. 2.) Rip off Barbie’s head. 3.) Position headless-naked-Barbie in compromising positions throughout her Dream House. When we were particularly motivated, or desperate for arcade money, we’d leave my sister a Polaroid of Barbie tied up along with…




Adventures in Virginity: The Mongoloid and Me

I hit my physical prime at age one. I was ridiculously cute. This is a historical fact backed up by thousands of eyewitness accounts. I could have had an illustrious career as a couture diaper model. My older brother, Mike, did not share my neonatal sex appeal. He had coke-bottle glasses and a huge mongoloid head….




Adventures in Virginity: Not with a Bang, but a Whimper

I marked the day I was scheduled to lose my virginity on the calendar—October 28, 2002. The square was annotated with a caricature of a mustachioed penis flexing his veiny biceps. I drew the doodle in June when I first used the date to defer Kim’s advances. I promised her that she could take my…




Adventures in Virginity: My Short Career as a Discount Stripper

My brother handed me the T-bag G-string he had picked out for me from the adult store, Dreamers. I turned it over, wondering how this thin, animal-print spandex could possibly contain my modest holdings. Mike and I took turns primping in the bathroom: lathering, shaving, and applying unwarranted amounts of lotion and cologne. Then we…




Adventures in Virginity: Bedding my Brother’s Girlfriend

My morning boner imposed itself on my brother’s girlfriend, Lindsay. A gallon jug of Carlo Rossi wine sat toppled on the carpet amid piles of scattered clothes. Our bodies lay mashed together in the crevice at the center of my twin mattress. Actually, the mattress was technically my brother’s before I confiscated it from my parent’s…




Adventures in Virginity: In Praise of Promiscuity

My health counselor, Mr. Marvin, eyed me suspiciously, as if calculating the risk that I was wearing a suicide-bomber’s blouse under my jacket. Earlier that semester a group of impressionable, young virgins had crashed planes into The World Trade Center, believing their naiveté would be rewarded with seventy-two virgin brides in the afterlife. Given the charged…