Archive for December, 2009

I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas, and is gearing up for an unforgettable New Years Eve. I tend to avoid the traditional elements of most holidays, something I have done for the past few years and been very happy with. I’m speaking most specifically in this regard towards Christmas. There is an added element to the torture of spending the requisite few days with the family when it has to be done around the giant elephant that is “the pornstar”. My alcoholic uncles should thank me, I win.

Instead, I have chosen to spend these holidays doing something unthinkable… I go do something fun. I don’t expect my family to get me presents, and they expect a call home and to keep me on the line as long as they deem reasonable for the lack of my physical presence. Celebrating the holiday this way did something that really surprised me the first year… I was very happy, and rather than stressing about the less significant details of the holiday, I felt like I was able to enjoy the season and my family.

New Years Eve has always been, and always will be, my exception to this rule. There is something tantalizing about the self-reflection of the resolutions which I always take some time to sit down and do. I am an expert self-analyzer. (There’s a possibility I shouldn’t put so much weight into this, as a conversation with my dog generally produces the result of this… my resolutions). This year will be the same, and besides, I couldn’t possibly turn down a holiday that culminates in popping open a bottle of champagne.

For a variety of reasons I decided that after months, possibly years, of procrastinating that this would be the week I started going to the gym again. Actually, there was really only one reason that this was to be the week and that was because my buddy dragged me there with him. I am one of those individuals that craves solitude while seldom actually enjoying the having of it. So when faced with two hours alone on a rainy day (obviously leaving the house wasn’t an appealing option to begin with), I laced up my running shoes I have no real intention of ever running in and headed to the gym down the street from my apartment.

Driving there I reminded myself of the toned body, extra energy and overall well being that deep down I know are reasons the gym needs to be a part of my lifestyle. I told myself it wouldn’t be that bad… that I could just tune the world out with my headphones and get some quiet solitude while I logged some miles on a treadmill and that even a little bit of weight lifting was better than nothing.

I have been at it for three days now, and I feel fantastic. I was sweating away away to the new T.I. track when I got a wave from War Machine. I’d moved onto Lil Wayne when Topanga Fox tapped me on the ass. I check my twitters and Isis Taylor has spotted me and said hi. Walking to my car we bump into Rocco Reed.

My arms are sore and I’m already logging a steeper incline and faster pace. But so much for the solitude …

I’m sitting at headquarters for Naughty America in San Diego today. I come down here about once a month to do their live web cams, and while I’m here I get to run around the office and chat with some of my favorite people. They can usually get an interview out of me between shows, and that is where they got my “porn” quote of the day.

I have natural breasts, and you’d be surprised how often they come up as a topic of conversation. When I entered the industry, I assumed I’d quickly be looking at the litany of cosmetic procedures to be pushed down my throat. The opposite has been true, with my agent actually sternly objecting to any cosmetic procedure on my part. He wasn’t even entirely thrilled when I went a slightly darker shade of brunette.

Anyway, here I am faced with the ubiquitous “Will you ever get implants”? I tell the sweet girl interviewing me that I never will and the only explanation I will ever need to say again popped out of my mouth. “I will never get implants because I could not traumatize my fans like that”. There, I’ve said it.

It’s a rainy day in LA. There is a certain irony in that I moved here less than a year ago to escape the overcast, rainy weather of northern California where I was raised. Sitting in my apartment in the valley, I could be looking at any street in Sacramento this time of year. I am quirky and I have a ton of pet peeves. Rainy weather seems to bring out a lot of these.

I have my sweatpants rolled up, and I am still in my sweats. I contemplated getting dressed and putting on makeup, but by the time I rolled off the couch at noon to retrieve my laptop there didn’t seem much point. You see, I despise getting my feet wet in the same way if I do have to leave the house for some unspeakable emergency (the only foreseeable reason for leaving the house at all) I avoid getting my clothes damp and the bottom of my pants wet at all costs.

On the upside, I seem to accomplish a lot of Internet productivity on days such as today. I prefer to type in my sweats sitting on the floor leaned up against the couch. I am drinking a mimosa, and won’t move for hours (probably not until I get hungry, order food online and I hear a knock on my door). The only other exception is that I have a thing about open cabinets. They drive me crazy and I am in plain eyesight of the kitchen. People don’t realize how often the open a cabinet door and neglect to shut it. Once I have been around for awhile they might even think that this never happens. This is because as soon as I notice it, I will quietly get up and close the cabinet doors.

My kitten has decided that he would like to type as well, and I have no desire to retype this, so I am going back to finishing my mimosa and shooing him away from my power adapter. When the rain lets up, I am contemplating the possibility of the beginning of his life as an outdoor cat.