Saturday, February 8, 2003
Our sales manager at Elegant Angel sent me this mpeg that really cracked me up. Thought it was appropriate to post here. Thanks, Stuart!
Well, since we're on the subject of "rough sex" I've been thinking about a conversation I had with Khan Tusion at the Adult Expo last month. Since I have never seen the Rough Sex 1 and 2 videos that caused such an uproar a few years back, we decided we'd have lunch one of these days so I could check it out and form my own opinion. I've always been curious as to what all the fussing was about. I've heard a lot of horror stories, and I'm hoping it was just blown out of proportion. I tried calling KT today, but couldn't get a hold of him. I will pursue it further this week and let you guys know what I think.
After a considerable amount of urging from countless people, I finally saw the quasi-mainstream French foreign film Baise Moi. I say quasi because it contains a lot of hardcore penetration shots. I think that because I appear to be this champion of rough sex, many people thought I would totally dig a rape scene in it-that it would get me off. Wow, people are really getting the wrong impression of me. I hate rape. It doesn't belong in porn. In fact, just recently I refused to hire a guy because he was part of a heinous porno that glorified female pillage. I love seeing women dominated by men, but the woman has to be the one who willingly submits. In the end, it is the woman who has to be in full control.
Mason
Friday, February 7, 2003
I've been hold up in my office for 3 days now, when will this editing ever end? I can't even remember what my house looks like. Anyway, lucked out today-Julie stopped by the office to say hi. Ah, what a beautiful sight to overworked eyes. She was wearing her nerdy glasses, pants and a sweatshirt-nothing like she looks in the videos. She looks sexier that way. I had a dream last night that I was pampering her with fine champagne and all the trimmings, followed by a 2 hour massage from head to toe. I have a great scene in mind for this! You know I adore seeing Julie slapped around and spit on, especially when she puts up a good fight.
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But there's nothing more I'd rather see than my hands caressing her body, treating her like the princess that she is. Here is the cute Polaroid of Julie that rests by my computer screen.
She's the best.
Mason
And now for a few words from Julie . . .
Hi everybody! I just saw the trailer for the new Tails of Perversity and this movie looks great. Funny, sick and twisted and a great job by William H. I can't wait for it to be released. I am also looking forward to me and Mason's upcoming chat on AdultDVDTalk.com Mark your calendars for February 19 and prepare your questions and comments.
Filthfully Yours,
Julie Night
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Wednesday, February 5, 2003
InsideMason joke of the day, submitted from "TR". . .
"When he called for his blow job, did he call collect?" :)
Since we're on the subject of blowjobs, I'll tell you a secret. Nothing turns me on more than watching a girl give my boyfriend head. This has happened on more than one occasion, with more than one boyfriend. But, each and every time it still delivers . . .
It all started a few years back. SB and I were on the last legs of our relationship. We were together for several years, very much in love, but were steadily growing more and more apart. I hadn't seen him in a few weeks when the phone rang. It was my best friend, and guess who was relaxing in his boxer shorts on her couch? You guessed it. It was my boyfriend. A flush of jealously over came me. I wanted to sock her in her face. I composed myself, got in my car, and started scheming up all of the fucked up things I was going to do to them.
As I drove on the freeway I was tormented by visions of my best friend's lips wrapped around his cock-his head arching back as he drove his prick deep down her throat. I was incensed with jealously. My foot planted even more firmly on the gas pedal. But the more I imagined what was happening in her apartment, the more my jealously succumbed to ecstasy. The sight of him writhing inside her mouth began to excite me. I was accelerating the car faster and faster, hoping to make it in time for his orgasm.
I'll go into more juicy details in the Fantasies Section. I promise it'll be worth the wait.
Naughty Nite,
Mason
Sunday, February 2, 2003
Spent the day editing and helping brother dearest get a final scene put together for Tails of Perversity 9. From what I've helped cut so far, this movie is really twisted. And, the final scene will only seal its perverted fate. At last, finally got Julie Night lined up for a scene tomorrow. I can't wait to see this one. She requested 5 guys; we politely obliged. My adrenaline's flowing. I've been seriously considering putting Julie under contract with me. I'd love to hear what you guys and gals think about that.
Another Vegas tidbit . . .
Something very trivial, yet, still fun and driven through my skull on a daily basis by those quirky 1-800 commercials . . . was Julie Night's and my brush with celebrity greatness. Julie and I were in the forum shops at Caesar's Palace looking for a damn purse for the AVN Awards, when we spotted him! You know, that red headed geeky guy who does those commercials. He was walking in front of us and I kept saying, "yeah, it's him, it's him," trying to get his attention. Sure enough, he turned around and started talking to us. We rambled off a couple of friendly words then out of nowhere Julie exclaimed, "I would love to give you a blow job!" Well, room numbers were exchanged, and sure enough, I got the 2:45am wake up call from one of his "representatives" asking for Julie (yeah right buddy, it was YOU acting as one of your reps!). Well, being the total recluse that I am, I was in the room BY MYSELF when he called, and Julie was party hopping and nowhere to be found :(. Yeah, I guess I could have done the deed myself, but I couldn't cut a hole in the burkha-it was a rental.
Hey, if for some reason you're reading this ********, JULIE"S STILL INTERESTED, and gosh, I'd fucking love to watch :).
Saturday, February 1, 2003
Because this is a porn site, it feels a little awkward honoring those who have recently lost their lives. My heart goes out to all of those who were touched by the recent Space Shuttle Columbia tragedy. I am truly sorry for your loss.
I spoke to Alexandra Quinn tonight (well, we spoke through a series of voicemails) and I think we've put things behind us. Vegas was such a stressful time for everyone, it was to be expected that some friendships would need mending after. I'm glad you are doing better Alexandra, I missed you.
As part of my quest to stay positive, I'm NOT going to revisit any of the hell that Las Vegas proved to be. In fact, I'm NOT going to edit my diary section to include the "blow by blow" breakdown of the trip. I'm fucking over it. I may tell you some of the crazy shit at some point, but only if I can do so while laughing my ass off! But, I will tell you about the part of the trip that was worth it all . . .
The best part of the trip (besides hanging out with Julie) was finally meeting the woman who truly changed my life: Nina Hartley. I was onstage at the AVN awards, goofing around with Julie, when out of nowhere she appeared: Nina Hartley. Nina FUCKING Hartley and I were face to face! (actually face to eyes since I was burkha clad) She made some casual gesture about my attire and I couldn't believe I was before her! I grabbed her hands and exclaimed, "you have no idea how much you changed my life. I would not be on this stage right now if it hadn't been for you!" I'm not sure if you all know, I've stated it in many interviews, but, Nina Hartley's critical essay on pornography was an assigned reading in my feminism class in college. Before reading, "Confessions of a Feminist Porno Star," my perception of the industry was that drugged out women who hated themselves were somehow forced into porn (sounds like a recent primetime special). I thought, what kind of woman who possessed any dignity would willingly enter the porn industry? What self-respecting woman would have sex with multiple men, let alone allow it to be captured for the world to see? Ms. Hartley sure set me straight. I read how she ACTIVELY sought out the industry as a safe venue for expressing her sexuality. I also learned how the industry gave her a sense of sexual empowerment, helping her to reclaim her sexuality from a gender prescribing, repressive culture. Shit, a highly educated, well-written woman who not only loved sex, but wasn't ashamed that the world knew it. How subversive is that!? I was hooked. If it wasn't for Nina Hartley, I wouldn't be writing this today (I'd probably still be weighed down with sexual guilt, drowning in a sea of legal briefs). Thank you for rescuing me, Ms. Hartley.
Friday, January 31, 2003
Had lunch with my Dad today. Made him promise not to read my diary section. Gave him 2 copies of Dirty Trixxx 2 for his dirty friends. Since the site is advertised on the video, P***** and D***, get lost!!!! Please don't read any of this--you are getting inside your best friend's, daughter's sick head! This is no place for you. (OK, I know they'll ignore my wishes. It was worth a try :)
Over a small garden salad and broiled artichoke hearts I shared some of the ideas for Lady Fellatio 3 with my Dad. I'm happy to report that they are Dad Approved. Yes, it's a strange dynamic my dad and I share; he says he now understands where all this perversion came from. My dad actually witnessed the Julie Night scene first hand. He had to supervise the hanger that day (or so he claimed), so he had to hang around. That was very strange for me because he had never seen any of the rough stuff that I do. I thought he'd be totally freaked out, but he was supportive. I remember Dad running outside to make sure airport security wasn't on its way when Julie let out that scream from hell. I'm sure anyone close to the hanger would have thought we were murdering someone. Geeze.
On a more normal note . . . the online store should be up and running. I have to give one of my movies a plug and encourage you all to get a copy for your library. The movie is Lady Fellatio 2, which has two of my favorite scenes. Savannah Storm's first onscreen appearance, where she gives Steve Holmes a public blowjob before the cop sirens force us indoors!
And of course, the Michele Raven cum snorting scene. It's so fucking out there-she went all out for this one.
Hey guys and gals, if you buy the vids, I just may get to keep my job! HA HA-- InsideMason joke.
Take Care,
Mason
Thursday, January 30, 2003
My spirit is slowly making a comeback. I'm getting a lot of amazing feedback from all of you guys re: Dirty Trixxx 2. I'm glad you are all enjoying it so much. I've been putting off lady Fellatio 3 for several weeks, just buying time until I regain some of my creativity. I've been asking Patrick for extension after extension, because I haven't been able to come up with anything. I have one scene in the can thus far (Paris), and this movie is due in three weeks.
Well, for the past two days I've been inundated with a bunch of smutty ideas. They fucking come out of nowhere. I've been scrambling for paper, preserving all of my thoughts, excited with the prospects of committing them to videotape. Hint: Cockservants, Decadence, Gluttony, my love, Julie Night.
I think that making my peace with that bullshit "news" piece and clearing up some things around the office, is giving me reason to forge on. There are some things still in the air, but if things stay positive, and I'm in a comfortable headspace, there should be no reason to quit. I have never been a quitter, I've fought harder battles, but this has such a different dynamic. Everyday I walk a fine moral line; I want there to be no reservations with what I'm doing. I can't use people's flesh and soul in the interest of simply making a buck. I won't tone down my work for porfit. What I produce comes from my heart, and I won't compromise that for money. If and when I feel right about doing softer porn, and it's for a reason beyond financial gain, I will do so. Until then, I will continue to do what I do until the powers at be decide otherwise.
Goodnight.
Mason
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
I'm sorry for the lack of entries. Been going through some hard times.
Here is something I posted on AdultDVDTalk.com
Belladonna is one gutsy broad. Her scene with Nacho Vidal in Buttwoman Iz
Bella single-handedly opened my eyes to the eroticism of rough sex. I felt
secure in knowing there was somewhat out there like me. Yet, her unraveling
after a relentless assault at the hands of Diane Sawyer caused her to
question her beliefs.
I've been under a lot of pressure lately to tone my videos down. I'm often
called a misogynist. My motives are constantly called into question. I did
an interview the other day and it was a mess. I could hardly muster up
enough energy to stand any ground. I gave half-assed answers. I admitted
that I was seriously considering leaving the business.
I told the interviewer I was dismayed by the ABC "news" piece. He asked me,
if you are as true to your convictions as you claim, how can you be so
easily dissuaded?" I've often thought that I was one of the strongest
people out there, never to buy into the masses. When one is constantly
beaten down with negativity, people constantly second guessing your motives,
at some point your ability to adhere to your beliefs can be shattered.
We¹re only human.
Julie Night stopped by yesterday, and I couldn¹t help but look at her
differently. Was she lying to me? Did she really hate everything she was
doing as a porn star? Did she push her limits on my set to please me for
more work? Or was she just a normal girl, who really liked sex, that
possessed enough courage (and sense) to block out all of the bullshit that
society loves to hurl at sexually adventurous women?
My spirit has been damaged. The woman I looked up to for so long to
sanction my often perverted sexual desires was raped of her sexuality for
the world to see.
She was judged. She was victimized. She was degraded ... and all by a fellow woman.
I'm sorry Belladonna.
You are still my hero.
Mason
Jan. 18, 2003
Feeling more like myself again. Had some deep moments of clarity and I think I'll be ok. Rented a couple of tapes last night, Weapons of Ass Destruction and Girlvert 2. I think I finally get Jules' style (which I never quite understood before). Let's just say I had a hell of an evening! Thank you, Mr. Jordan. Laughed my ass off during Girlvert 2. That is some twisted, funny shit. But, had to fast forward through much of Julie's scene because honestly, I get a twinge of jealousy when I see her in other movies. Yes, it's weird, I know.
Spent the day at the office cutting Tales of Perversity 9 with William H, I've got to have it turned in on Monday morning. We have about 48 hours to finish the movie--it'll be done. I guess I'm getting some positive feedback about this site (took a look on AdultDVDTalk.com and the majority seem to appreciate what it has to offer thus far. Someone actually said they were going to bookmark the site and frequently stop by! How cool is that!?). You know, I really want to get the pics and vid clips up ASAP, but I'm content right now with simply communicating through the FAQs, About Me, and Diary sections for the moment. By the way, for the time being,
PLEASE SEND ALL CORRESPONDENCE TO . . . [email protected] until I have the patience and time to figure out how to set up this email account. As always, any and all suggestions are not only appreciated, but encouraged.
Jan. 17, 2003
Got a fucking flat tire on a freeway overpass and had to be rescued by MBenz. I felt like a helpless chick. I could have jacked it up myself (or off, hee hee) but am so fucking stressed right now I opted to wait and be taken care of. WILL THIS STRING OF BAD LUCK EVER CEASE? Allah, I meant no disrespect, I promise.
Jan. 16, 2003
I can't believe I'm still recovering from the AEE and the AVN awards show. It really took its toll on me. I haven't really had a chance to reflect, let alone feel anything that went on during my stay in Vegas. It is all such a blur to me. I'm going to attempt to break it down day by day. What an emotional trek it was. I'm just so grateful for my Mom, Julie, William, and all of the incredibly supportive people that came by the booth to say hello--I couldn't have made it through without you. Thanks.
*****VEGAS*****
Jan. 8, 2003
I had a bad feeling in my stomach when I woke up. I didn't want to go. I knew I'd have to leave my dog at the kennel for 4 days, and I was going to confront my fear of social gatherings head on. I mean I have to deal with interviews and roundtables, and then I can find solace/retreat when I go home. It was going to be 4 days of constant interrogation and meet and greets, and there was no going home--just back to the hotel. OK, I can deal with this, it'll only be 4 days, no problem, confront your fears.
Ironed the burkha, packed the car, dropped off the dog, and went to EA headquarters to pick up Alexandra Quinn and Gino Greco. Talked to Julie Night, I'm going to pick her up at the Las Vegas airport at 11:00 PM.
6:00 PM: Alexandra is MIA and I'm freaking out. She's not answering her phone. Gino shows up and we wait, and wait, and wait some more.
9:00 PM: Phone rings. It's Alexandra. She's not going.
11:00 PM: After doing some detective work, we find Alexandra. At Alexandra's doorstep, we're literally dragging her out to the car. We've been planning this road trip for weeks, and I need her at the booth for the show.
11:45 PM: We're finally on the road. The original plan was to capture a bunch of footage on the way up for the website, stop at a truck stop and have her blow a couple of truckers, etc. There was no way I was going to ask her to do any of that with the way she was feeling.
1:00 AM: Elegant Angel tour bus gets a flat 20 miles north of Barstow, they need a ride.
1:45 AM: Turns out they don't need a ride; they're going to wait it out, but we stop by to get some candid footage of this untimely breakdown. Feeling her normal self once again, Alexandra flashes the tow truck guy, someone grabs my camera, and I start dry humping Alexandra's leg in the middle of the desert--much needed fun had by all. We get back in the car and Alexandra and Gino ask me a bunch of truth or dare type questions with the camera rolling. I'm game. Consequently, I freak Gino out. He never knew the depth of my depravity.
2:45 AM: Call Julie. She's passed out drunk at the airport and says she's going back to LA, that she never should have come in the first place. With some mild coaxing (ok overt manipulation) she agrees to meet us at the hotel.
3:30 AM: I meet Julie in the hotel bar. We have a few drinks, and before anyone can say "happy hour", we've got a group of 10 boys surrounding us. Julie's flashing, the bartender is pretending not to see what's really going on, and before you know it, we've got boys kissing each other! Then Julie and I were dared to kiss! I couldn't pass up that dare. It was a sweet and innocent kiss--I held the back of her head and pulled her close to me, closed my eyes, and placed my lips on hers. Sparks flew.
5:30 AM: We went back to the room, and I was so shy I just laid next to her in bed and thought to myself, this is such an amazing girl, I want to worship this chick, I want to be her sugar mommy. My first porno crush.
Jan 2, 2003
Oh what a night! Went on KSEX radio with Alexandra Quinn, Fiona Cheeks, and BellaMaria to promote Dirty Trixxx 2. The show started off with the host Wankus asking me a bunch of questions about the movie. I was so nervous I could hardly speak. Then in the midst of the interview, Alexandra and BellaMaria (who are sitting to the right of me) start making out and sucking on each others tits. Then out of nowhere Fiona (who's sitting on my left) reaches out and grabs my boob! I let out a scream, and it just went crazy from there. I got totally molested by the group, groped every which way, and they even tried to take my clothes off. (And yes, it felt great! Although a little strange considering that Alexandra is a good friend who I get along with like a sister). Then, Fiona exclaims, "I want to put that microphone up my pussy!" All chaos ensued. We got a condom-which I gladly helped put on the mic with my mouth-wrapped the sucker up and proceeded to shove it up Fiona. Unfortunately, Fiona is not a seasoned whore and couldn't get it in past the head. No worries though, Alexandra came to the rescue. Not, only did she pop that sucker in without hesitation, we were able to get another mic in her ass at the same time! DP mic action for ya. What a show that was! I had a great time, and I'm sure the girls did too. I have a bunch of footage of this on video and will be adding it to the "Off the Clock" section in the upcoming days. It'll be worth the wait.
Jan. 1, 2003
Happy Fucking New Year! Recovering from a mild hangover. Need more sleep.
Dec. 30, 2002
Spent the day working on getting the website up and running. This is proving to be a far bigger endeavor than previously imagined. Dropped off the tape masters at the DVD authoring house and guess who I saw? . . . None other than the Buttman himself, John Stagliano. This was my first time meeting him. He seems rather guarded, but understandably so. Hopefully I'll be able to talk to him at greater lengths in the future.
I am still so excited to get this site up and running on the net. I'm also getting a bit nervous about the Las Vegas Convention. I'm so looking forward to meeting everybody, yet, because this is my first one, I don't know what to expect. I tried to get in touch with an ex-boyfriend from college today. Found out where he was living, left a message on his machine, but no word from him yet. Interestingly enough, this is the same boyfriend that despised porn and lead me into believing it was wrong. I just had to talk to him and fill him in on what I've been up to for the past couple of years! I really hope he calls-it'd be such a thrill for him to find out! So, once again I'll retire for the evening alone, except for "porn dog" of course. Hopefully I'll have some real naughty dreams tonight since I couldn't get the most recent ex to come by for a quickie. Something along the lines of being held captive by Amazonian Natives-whereby they find the white girl so intriguing they have to pass her around to all of the tribesmen. Good night. -M
Dec. 31, 2002
Stopped by the AVN (Adult Video News) offices today to drop off a screener of Dirty Trixxx 2 for review and was handed a copy of January's AVN edition, only to find I had made the cover! Shit, I'd been dreaming of that for years.
Had dinner with The King of Cream, Rodney Moore. I hadn't seen him in several months, so it was nice to see him again. Showed him a copy of Dirty Trixxx 2 and got into a semi-heated discussion about the moral obligations of pornographers. Basically, I was accused of being irresponsible for shooting the shit I'm into. For starters, I was taking advantage of naïve women. Secondly, I was giving the porn industry a bad name. I've known this guy for over two years; I wish he knew me better than that. We watched the movie together and I think he had a better perspective on where I was coming from. Sometimes I get tired of defending myself (I spend about 25% of my life in a heated battle trying to defend my desire to shoot rougher porn) and tonight was one of those nights I just had no patience and wanted to end the debate with a "fuck you." But, I maintained my composure and I think I may have positively influenced him. The ex-ex boyfriend never called. Feeling rejected. What a way to start the New Year. I've had a bit too much champagne (some really good stuff too!) and I'm about to ramble on into tangents, so for the sake of you all, I'll get some sleep.
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