You know what I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had time to scratch my own balls. I haven’t posted to my little journal here for all you faithful readers in weeks because I’ve been so active in the “real world” (ie: offline) even moreso than usual. I worked 3 part time gigs this week, all the while ebaying my ass off and getting ready for my upcoming porno conventions and filming excursions. To top things off I’m helping a very dear friend cope with the loss of a loved one, and doing all that I can to help them out. So I’m burnt, beat, exhausted. About the only sigh of relief I get is from soaking in the hot tub at the gym, running a few miles, and cooling off with a swim. If I didn’t have that kind of outlet I would be going nuts by now.
And lawd ham mercy I haven’t even responded to all of the emails from promo models in my inbox, I posted a little craigslist ad for promo girls to work the floor for me at the Cybernet expo convention in San Francisco and Exxxxotica Miami and there are some definite hotties in the bunch I want to hire, yet I’m so strapped for time I haven’t gotten back to them. This is going to be a busy week, as everything is now leading up to the show season and I’ve got a lot of loose ends to tie.
So enough about my personal rambles, I’ll survive just fine. I wanted to talk about social control, as thats been on my mind a lot while I was working these little square ass 9-5 jobs this week. I am damn tired of having snitch-ass coworkers and managers “spy” on me while I’m trying to do my job, and I’m tired of higher-uppers talking down to me condescendingly with their rooty-tooty-snooty attitudes. And dirty fingernails. And bad skin. Fuck… I almost think being an ugly motherfucker with bad hygiene is a prerequisite to being a manager in any corporate entity. If they only knew the smutty, sexy, oh so fucking hot films their little bullshit jobs are financing. Shimmy will have the last laugh, and my word is good as a government check. I’ll make it a point to send them a copy of the footage with me getting my dick sucked somewhere on the beach. So back once again to social control… working these 9-5 jobs for most people is very soul crushing and draining. You are not even treated humanely. I’ve had to deal with only getting one 20 minute bathroom break for an 8 hour shift, standing on my feet, busting my ass to make sales that I earn no commission whatsoever from, and I’m pretty sure that is not legal (I think by law you’re required 2 15min breaks and one unpaid 30min lunch break for an 8hr shift) Its no wonder people snap and shoot up the workplace. Its just such a powerkeg of tension. Thank God I’m smart enough to work with my mind. I can remember all that I can think of at the end of the day is how much my feet hurt from standing in a little area on the sales floor. And I buy pretty damn good shoes, and also run 5-10 miles a day so its not me, its the working conditions.
So I’m starting to think that “work” as in 40hrs a week work exists mostly for social control. Just like school, tv, the internet, movie theatres, religion, professional sports, etc. People need a distraction otherwise there will be a whole planet full of independent free spirited motherfuckers like me making porn, earning ridiculous amounts of money, going wherever the fuck I feel like going… whenever I feel like it, and not having anyone to answer to. That is a scary thought. Well no not really. That just means the world would be happy. People wouldn’t need drugs, alcohol, or antidepressants to get through their day. They could smile all the time like me, do and say what they feel, be liked, loved, and respected, and really get what they want out of life. I happen to like traveling, and running, and smokin hot girls with tight bodies, and money. Did I mention I like money? Yeah, thats the fuel for my reality. Mo money, mo fun, mo adventures… I really have no idea where I am going with this so I am going to end this now, and get ready to help one of my closest friends go thru probably the most difficult day in her life to date tommorow morning. I need to be there for her, so goodnite all. Oh, and if you want your daily dose of unique free porn guys, check out Ty Endicott’s Smoking Foxes. I can’t stand smokers myself, but luv it when I see a hot chick light up and take a few slow drags and puffs. And damn near every girl on the porn circuit smokes… See ya folks
Shimmy
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So I admit it, living in the SF Bay area with all the happy hippies has converted me into a bicyclist instead of a motorist. As a guy that once drove a different car every day of the week this is quite a change, but after traffic jams, bridge tolls, gas, and insurance are going thru the roof I realized that cars for the most part are a big pain in the ass, and are not necessary if you live in a big city with good mass transit. Plus my leg muscles are just growing to be fucking huge. The only downside is people don’t tend to see you in traffic. Even though I’ve got big bright ass flashing lights on the front and back I swear that I’m invisible to most drivers. Its amazing how much cash you can save when you’re not steady plunking dollars into some piece of shit in your driveway. More $$$ to film movies with…
Ahhhh yes, less than a month away until summer porn conventions on the east coast kick off. I’ve been daydreaming and planning everything down to the fine details and can hardly wait. Got my airfare and everything booked and I’m ready to roll out, hit the ground running, and start filming.
