Yesterday

Hello All. Welcome back to the blog and happy Saturday. For those in Seattle; Happy Gay Pride, or is it Merry Gay Pride? How ever it is stated; I hope that everyone is having a good time and being safe in the process and drinking a beer from my beer pick on Twitter. I know that last Saturday I had stated that I was going to tell you about my beginnings in exotic dancing. Ok, let’s cut the crap, stripping. Well it turns out that I am full of it. I am not going to talk about that in this installment. Before you start calling me any choice names, I have good reason. In the spirit of Seattle’s Gay Pride, I am going to tell you about last night and the interesting story about myself that I read my friends book that he had written.

About a month ago I was thinking of who I would contact to seek help in getting back into the industry. Oddly enough, Chi Chi Larue popped in my head. Well luckily by this time I had the Twitter page going. This was a great way to get in contact with Chi Chi. This was also a good way to show that I am not an old fart and still hip enough. Remember age in gay porn years is much like dog years. Any how, I sent her/him a Tweet and got a direct message back with a phone number. All said in done I told her that we should meet while she was up in Seattle. I was of course thinking a drink at a nice bar; the reality was that I was going to meet her at the Cuff. This place is mix of leather bikers, dance club and some other things. Just think back to the oddest gay bar you may have walked into, bump it up a notch and you start to get a good idea of where I was going. They are all very nice, but, it is like a Zebra trying to make friends with a Baboon. I am a pretty boy and they are not. I think they are alright and I am sure they think that I am alright, but we just stare at each other with pure curiosity.

Now, I did have a double scotch on the rocks to prepare myself, so all was good. With all this build up, I thought that I would have a minute to talk to Chi Chi. This was not the case. It was a very quick, hello and how are you. In her defense it is dammed near impossible to take the time to talk at a show. My total time there was about an hour and was my first step back in to the dancing/porn world. This was interesting. Though I remember what it was like, it is always a bit different in reality. It was not good nor bad, it just was. I wish there was a way to show what it looked like through my eyes in a painting or another form of art. I will trey to do this at some point and put it on my site.

Now, what the hell is this book I am talking about you ask? I am interjecting your interest for you. Well, I have a friend that I used to Dance with. In fact this friend was at the first mixed club I ever danced at and I met him the first night that he ever danced. I had met up with him to have him go to the Cuff with me. Moral support and all. While I was waiting for him, I picked up a short book that he had written about his life as a dancer. As I was breezing through the book, I came upon a chapter that talked about his first time dancing. The chapter stated that he went to this club to go dance. He was nervous and did not really know what to do. So he picked the best dancer to ask questions about what to do. His book states that once he talked to me, he figured that even though I was good looking and a good dancer, I had no street smarts and he could beat me. This made me laugh harder that I have in a while. He was right. I am not street smart and my memory of this encounter was of this crazy guy with a half cut fish net shirt, a bow tie and a white mans afro sitting down and just asking a bunch of questions. This is funny because of the different points of view and my understanding of it as an adult. As I said, I am not street smart at all and he is a born hustler. I had completely forgotten about all of this and to read it in the voice and mind of him at that time was both a treat and funny as hell. We are still good friends 14 years later. I will get a scan of these pages and post it. Happy Saturday all.

In the beggining there was...........

Hello all and welcome to my blog. I am excited to have this forum. I have often sat around with friends, drinking or and smoking a good cigar (or what not), discussing the life that I lead as a porn star. The more I discussed it the more it became apparent; there was a story to tell. So it came to be. "Ask a Porn Star.”

The title Porn Star alone amuses me a bit. It is hard to think as ones self as a star. A bit too egotistical for my taste. You all can refer to me as Sweet Papa, Beautiful Son of a Bitch, Captain Kick Ass, or whatever you would like. I am of course kidding. You can simply call me Clay. Since this is the beginning, I will give you an overview of myself and how I got to dancing, which is where it all began.

Ok, so the stereotype of a dancer/porn star is that of a poor boy who came from hard beginnings, touched by those who should not be doing so; the tragic tale of a hard life. Well....Not this one. I had a great childhood. I grew up on a small island in Washington State. This island was only 7 miles wide and about 20 miles long with a quaint but fun town on it. I went to a small school where everyone knew everyone. To top it off, I even grew up on a farm. The island was comprised of Hippies and Hillbillies. A mix that was surprisingly pretty good. All in all, perfect

Now you are probably thinking I graduated and could find nothing else to do. Not the case. I have always been a little different. Social norms and the painfully puritan world around me seemed absurd. I quickly figured I would do as I pleased, without hurting others of course. I went to class and passed classes, hung out with all groups because I liked people from different groups and saw no need to follow the high school click hierarchy. I also started my career around this point. Too young you say. No way. In 7th grade a group of girls said they would all chip in a dime to have me pull my pants down in the hallway when the bell rang. I thought this was a great idea. I left class a couple of minutes early to grab the best spot in the hallway. The bell rang, my pants dropped and the screaming started. Needless to say I caught a little crap from my parents, the principle and some other authority figures that felt they need to jump in. There are a few more of these debacles, but this is what the book will get into (plug plug plug)

By my senior year I was buffed up and ready for action. I was working at a gas station not really feeling it when I got a message from above. OK, it was more like from my Butt Rocker boss in a haze of the old green telling me to go forth. I did. This is when I... I am not sure if I can legally say this. Plug plug plug. I will go into much more detail about this in the book. Needless to say there was a Floor Waxer, A Butt Rocker, a trashy TV talk show and a steam roller named "The Tube of Power" involved.

Thank you all for tuning into my first blog. I will leave you with my ending line. Talk show host have one. I figured I should too.

Keep it real and don't let the man get you down.

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