Thursday August 5, 2010

We moved to the actual tradeshow in Hollywood, Florida at the Westin Diplomat. It’s such an amazing hotel right on the beach. Please note the circle in the long skinny middle pool. Its perfect for mooning people in the pool below :)

I went to a seminar about an obscenity case on the straight side of the adult industry. The United States of America vs. John Stagliano. (check this video out) In a nutshell he was charged with distributing obscene materials because of a video showing women squirting milk out of their butts. The jury admitted that they didn’t think it was in good taste, but also recognized the freedom that we need to uphold and found him not guilty. It is a HUGE HUGE HUGE victory for the adult entertainment industry…the first win in 30 years. It was fascinating to listen to John and his legal team speak about the details of the case and how they won. I was shocked that more people were not in attendance. Between this and Prop 8 being overturned this week, my head was about to explode.

Tommy and his assistant Justin from Suite 703. This is Justin’s first tradeshow. (insert maniacal laugh here. Bwahahahahaha)

We were invited to a suite party thrown by Manhunt. Yay! Free gift bags with lube, condoms, sunblock and rubber cockrings!

From left to right: Justin, Gary, Howard, Zachary Sire, Lisa, some guy I don’t think I officially met, a woman I don’t think I officially met, another guy who I don’t remember, Brandon Lewis and Tommy. (I hate that I blog a week after the event and have a terrible memory. You should hear the calls to Tommy: “Hey remember that time I had a blog and have no brain cells and I had to call you and ask you who everyone was all the time?”)

We headed to Johnny’s because Jeremy Bilding was supposed to flying in late and heading right to the club and dancing. Sadly his plane was very late and never made it.

Hunter Texxx looking scrumptious

My sunburn is fading slightly and turning to a nice tan. We still look like we’re in a Colgate ad, though.

Awww so cute! I wonder what’s going on back there though.

Bobby Clark moments before he ditched us to go misbehave.

The owner of the club caught me taking pics so I was only able to snap a few.

We headed over to Boardwalk since Jeremy’s show wasn’t happening. The funniest part about this club is the paperwork that they make all women sign. “I will not touch any dancer inside the club.” Whaaaat? What a load of shit. I should sue that place for gender discrimination.

Dylan Roberts trying to pose without posing.

I love that all these people are on their phones. Tweeting? If you’ll notice the headless man on the left, that’s the uber shy Dominic Ford again :)

Justin and I in the mirror for this edition of Where’s Waldo.

And here is the amazingly hot straight bartender that I remembered from last year. He’s got a thick Brazilian accent and last year I couldn’t understand when he was telling me his name so I asked him to write it on a napkin. (real slick)  He caught my drift and put his # next to it and I never called for some dumb reason. So this year I made a point to give him my business card. He never called… maybe he doesn’t understand “Fag Hag” and was offended. Or maybe he saw me stumble out of there and was disgusted by me. Anyways, he sure is pretty and fun to look at.