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.