It’s officially summer! There’s nothing like a good camping trip/music festival in the sun to start it off right. I spent Memorial Day weekend just east of LA at one of my favorite festivals, Lightning in a Bottle. It’s very Burning Man-esque, but much smaller; lots of live painting, electronic music, dancing, HOOPING, and yoga. Basically, it’s heaven… a dirty little heaven where you can take your boobies out and dance around.
As much as I love festival life, I certainly don’t want it to last forever. I’m indulging in civilized things now, like showers, sushi, and sleep. Mmm, sleep…
I’m super proud of this movie. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I started shooting porn, but if something this awesome could happen this fast… damn. Just damn. I am getting the one thing I want from the Beast that is the porn industry, and that is to fully embrace my sexuality. Also, big, big thank yous to my friends who helped me make this: Mason, Roy, Frederic Vanderbilt, Miss Lexi, Miss Jada, Manuel, Erik, Ramon, and Lex… There will always be a special place in my heart for you all.
Was feeling nostalgic and homesick, so I started going through old pictures tonight. Here’s one from last summer of me hula hooping.
Okay back to business: today, I made Jada orgasm all over my fingers and face! Miss Jada Stevens was the only talent I personally chose for this movie. (I just got really lucky with the rest.) We had a threesome today and I think everyone there agreed it was EPIC. I have never been attracted to a girl like I’m attracted to Jada Stevens. I fucking love her — she’s beautiful, she has great brains, THE best set of ass cheeks, and silky smooth tan skin… Aaaaaaoooooogaaah! *wolf howl*
Besides her being awesome, our hats were totally radical. I don’t want to give too much away, but the tease for this scene is really hot shit. Especially if you like butts. You DO like butts don’t you? That’s what I thought.
What a day… Also came across some photos from recent sexcapades that I would like you to see. Please, if you will.
Post-sex chocolate milk and donut time. Today gets a ‘gold star’.
There’s a good reason I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been kidnapped and raped repeatedly, and there was no internet. No, I’m just kidding. (God that’s an awful joke. *knocks on wood*) Do you know where that saying came from, “knock on wood”? Forest people would knock on trees to wake up the fairies that could ward off demons, or so I’m told. For all I know, the guy that told me the story could’ve been lying, but I’ll go with it because it’s kinda cute.
I haven’t written/posted a video yet because I didn’t want to be a total downer. I’ve been dealing with some bullshit roommate problems, still adjusting to LA life, and fiercely trying to maintain a somewhat normal routine. Being away from home for about two months now has put some stress on things… Things like my roommate turning into a jealous cunt. And like me, living out of a hotel and doing my laundry on set. Enough is enough. I’m fucking 23 years old, and I can’t stand to live out of sorts like a child. So I went out and bought myself my first car, and then proceeded to find a room in a gorgeous house for me and my animals! Ha, World — I got you again. See, happy ending.
…And yes that does mean I am moving to LA. I won’t lie and say Los Angeles isn’t growing on me, especially now that I have a car for beach and hiking trips. But it just doesn’t feel like home to me. San Francisco will always be my home no matter where I am. Which is hopefully in San Francisco.
Blah, blah, life story, blah… JAMES DEEN IN MY MOUTH! BAM!
That’s been my life for the last two months. Completely void of my usual healthy eating habits, exercise, and decent sleep, yet so full of sex and cum on my face. I’m not writing to you now from my personal computer so I’ll have to post some more pictures later. Or you can just look at my Twitter. See how I said “look” at it? I hate it when annoying people beg for followers. And share horoscopes. And toot their own horns. And RT #FFs incessantly. STOP NOW.
How did Hitler tie his shoes? Into little nazis!
Los Angeles is growing on me very quickly. I can’t deny that I will always be a Bay girl, and home is always home, but I think the route my life has taken may require a change here pretty soon. I was fighting the idea of leaving San Francisco this whole time because most of me would be so sad to leave my family, my friends, and the little coffee shop that already knows my order… Sometimes you gotta fuck it and remember that you only live once. Thanks, Drake. Anyway, these big shooting trips down here keep getting better and better. I was worried about a lot of things at first to be honest, that maybe I wouldn’t fit in with this crowd, that I would become jaded, that sex would get old, etc. But no. Deciding to make pornography has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I had an extremely love-filled childhood amongst my big Portuguese family and I was raised by an incredibly self-aware, overly-communicative, no-bullshit woman, and I came to this game with some serious confidence. But the more I come down here, I leave with so much more than I came with. I’m not here to be competitive — everyone fills their own niche. I’m here because I’m a professional sexer. And I love getting it in the ass on the reg.
Look Mom, I’m making really nice friends!
Like my comfort level, I feel like my scenes are getting better. I’m coming more than ever, good sign, and I am working with some guys I’ve already banged. Favorite shoot so far, you ask? Oh well, let’s see… I’d have to say the one I did for Smash Pictures with Prince Yahshua (@princeyahshua). The sex we had was so sensual and extremely intense. It wasn’t your typical BJ, 4-scene, then pop dealio. We was fucking all over the place; banging in the bathtub, on the couch, on the ottoman, on the floor. Ball slapping, then pussy loving. Best part was the bubble bath though. The bathtub is my home turf, as it were, so I was excited to say the least.
Yeah that shoot, and the one I did for InnocentHigh.com. HA.
Sex is fun.
…but porn is a whole ‘notha game. There’s a lot of ego in the air. I guess I kinda think of it like this, and bear with my analogy here, but just think of confidence/cockiness manifested as fire. If you carry yourself with an overly wear-my-shit-on-my-sleeve-because-I’m-so-cool kind of attitude, all of that confidence, that heat, is dissipated and you’re left looking cold and probably empty. But if you can carry it in a calm way that is humble and grateful, that heat just emanates from within you. And others can feel it if you feel it. With all of that, it just happens that your standards get raised, your Bullshit-O-Meter reads a little more accurately.
I’ve got plenty more shoots ahead of me until the 30th, when I will then happily run home to my kitties and pup. Stay tuned, as I will try to take more pictures from set. I know that’s why you’re here. Seriously, big props to you if you made it all the way through my babble to the very end of this post. Which is now.