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Question # 25
25. What places have you lived in during your life? Where do you live now? Why?
Born and bred in Brisbane, Australia. Had Sydney on and off when I was 18 and 19, the New Zealand for that short time when I was 20. Gold Coast in Queensland after that for a couple of years, then back to Brisbane. Did New Caledonia for 3 months on a work contract in mid-twenties. Fast forward through to early 30's and far outback Queensland and Norfolk Island held my residential status for a while each. A couple of months in Mexico for a seachange and then 6 months in the Philippines just to underscore life in the 3rd world. I "allegedly" live back on the Gold Coast now. I am hardly there often enough, or for long enough in any one stretch for that to seem anymore than surreal. I spend more time in the USA than anywhere else these days. It's like I go home to holiday in between shows. My life these days is a little the old Paul Young song..."Whereever I lay my hat, that's my home..." :) |
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Question # 26
26. Any kids? discuss
Hmmmmmmm. SHORT VERSION, FUNNIER, BUT STILL GROUNDED IN FACT None that I know of. But seriously, one day I fully expect to get the knock on the door. When I open it, some boy/girl aged between say 5 to 23 years (less than 5, they wouldn't be able to find my place yet !!) would look up at me and say, "Dad ?". My answer would be "Probably.", followed by "Don't bother to tell me your mother's name, it most likely won't make it any simpler.", finally followed by, "Which kidney do you want ?". And that would be about that. LONGER VERSION, SOMEWHAT SCARY, BUT FULLY FACTUAL In my early 20's, at the height of my short, but illustrious career as a "pretend" boxer, I had also started some part-time nightclub security to keep myself amused and busy outside of my "vanilla" day job. Also at this one club I worked at was an gorgeous waitress, Rebecca, and her boyfriend, Tony, a New Zealand Maori who was one of my bouncer compatriats. He was also a total cock and he treated Rebecca really badly. Bec and myself flirted heaps, but it was always the flirtiness between a couple that would never come to any fruition becasie of circumstances... One night, well after midnight, there was a beating on the front door of the condominimum I lived in.... Rebecca with bag, tears streaming out of her eye, was there, standing at my door...... The following 6 weeks while Rebecca stayed with me consisted of little more than having sex in every possible permutation and combination ever devised either prior to, during and ever since the publication of the the "Karma Sutra" in every nook, cranny and crevice of the condo, and the occasional break while we waited for the pizza guy to arrive. One day I awoke and Rebecca was again standing in front of me, tears again streaming out of her eyes, and she told me she was going back to Tony. It wasn't as heartbreaking as one may think - ours was a purely carnal attraction and the relationship was never deeper than our last fuck. I didn't see her after that, what with us both not turning up for work at the club in the previous 6 weeks, and I just moved on. Sometime later I had heard on the grapevine that she was still with Tony and was pregnant. I paid no mind, but hoped she was well and happy. Fast forward about 18 months, and I was by thenworking my nice cushy Government job, when one of the counter girls comes into my office and tells me their is a girl at the counter asking to see me. Rebecca of course, was standing there, with a bundle in her arms. A little bundle, a baby. And a cute little tyke. She explained that her and Tony and the baby girl were moving back to New Zealand (where Tony, the Maori was from) and that they were getting married and Tony had a really good job lined up with his uncle's company, and that she was really looking forward to a new life and they would probably never see me again..... I admit, I was totally befuddled by the whole conversation. So, I sort of said "Ok, that's great", and asked how she'd been. She said she was great and that the little girl was now right on 18 months old and was healthy and great. We said goodbye and she left. I don't know whether it was 5 minutse after I returned to my office and sat down or 55 minutes when I started to think.... then I did the 18 month math.... then I realized that that the "baby bundle" has a shock of straight white blond hair and was fair skinned, HOT dark haired and dark skinned like her "father". Fuck me dead. Have never heard so much as a whisper since. She'd be 18 or so now. AS IT IS VERSION, DAY TO DAY REALITY BITES I broke up with my last girlfriend about 2 years ago. We had been together about 2 years. She had 2 marvellous kids, Nate (now 6) and Maddy (now almost 10). I stayed with Leisa for the last 1 1/2 months of our relationship for 2 reasons - Maddy and Nate. Biologically they may not been mine, but trust me, they are mine. Nate calls me Dad and Maddy, even though she calls me Lindsay, introduces me as her father. On both counts it was their idea to do so. Neither of their real fathers play much, if any, of a role in their lives. Maddy and I always hit it off, and a couple of years back, Nate broke his leg at Kindergarten, spent 2 weeks in hospital in traction, and then 2 1/2 months at home in a full body plaster cast. To say we bonded is the understatement of the century. He, I and Cartoon Network have an indelibile lifetime understanding. Luckily Leisa and I remain friends, and my access to the kids is totally unhindered. She even changed her will so that if anything ever happened to her, the kids come to me. They are my kids, I miss them terribly when I am away on my trips, and I spend as much time as possible with them when I back home. They are part of the package. :winkwink: |
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Ya know, if I wasn't scared of getting cooties from all the men he's deep tongued kissed, I'd fall in love immediately with Lindsay ;)
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Question # 27
27. Is there more money in gay or straight porn? What type of marketing makes the most money?
Let's get one thing straight right away GAY is NOT a niche !! Gay is a market in it's own right. Straight porn is a MUCH larger market in general terms. I don't think it's a case of there being more money is gay, but there IS more targeted money in gay. It has been long proven in marketing terms that gay consumers are smarter, more demanding, more loyal and have MORE disposable income and better credit than their straight counterparts. Even though the gay market is appreciably smaller overall than the straight market, there are less sites overall offering what the gay market seeks and also less webmasters marketing gay. Like any marketing problem, it is ALL about understanding your product and understanding your market. :2 cents: |
Question # 28
28. How many shows do you attend a year? Do you fly coach, business or first class?
I have definitely been on an upward growth curve since I made the decision I did not need to go to shows for business, so therefore I could (see earlier post) .... 2004 - 1 Show Internext Florida 2005 - 5 Shows Internext Vegas Phoenix Forum AOE Prague Internext Florida LionDollars Amsterdam New Years 2006 - 15 Shows Planned Internext Vegas Costa Rica Bash Phoenix Forum Redneck Getaway Cybernet Expo Xbiz Summer '06 Forum Internext Hollywood Qwebec Expo - Montreal Vancouver Adult Show Webmaster Access Europe - Amsterdam YP Mexico - La Salina Gay Phoenix Forum Klixxx Island Gathering - Curacao Webmaster Access West - Los Angeles LionDollars Amsterdam New Years I see 2007 as being much the same as this year - planes, trains and automobiles for most of the year. I am one of the lucky people who sleep ANYWHERE, fuck I sleep that little in normal life (and I usually don't sleep more than a couple of hours a day at any show), I am almost narcoleptic if you can sit my ADHD ridden ass still for 5 minutes or more. For that reason, I usually fly coach. As a Gold Frequent Flyer, I generally get pretty well looked after and generally have no complaints. Last year, I did fly Business to Phoenix Forum. I slept 12 1/2 of the 13 hour flight, had NO meals and did NOT get to use the service at ALL !!! That sucked - if I fly Business, I want service, service, service. I have a bucketload of points of course, and I do occasionally upgrade a leg here and there. Luckily for me I quite enjoy traveling, but I do base myself in the States between shows where possible as the long haul shit does fuck you up after a while. :) |
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Question # 29
29. How many people did you deliver newspapers to as a kid?
Ha ha ha. My work ethic and entrpreneurial bent showed themselves from an early age. I started delivering newspapers at 10 years of age. It was my first job. I earned 3c per newspaper and used to deliver between 70 and 100 every weekday afternoon after school. My route probably passed 300 houses, so I delivered to around 1 out if every 3 houses. I'd also sell about 10-15 additional papers for cash, which made me 10c each. I had a public works depot on my route that had afternoon "smoko" at 3.30pm, which if I followed my normal route, I'd get there aftre they had finished their break. I also had a handful of magazines to deliver, for which I made between 10c and 25c each to deliver, usually about 10 per day. So I had a thought. Over a 2 week period, I stopped in personally to every house on my route to let people know I delivered not just papers but magazines a well. I increased my newspaper distribution to about 150 day. My magazine delivery skyrocketed from about 10 to about 30 per day. Also, because I know had to return to the shop at least once to restock because of my successful upsales, I changed the way I did my route and took off straight to the works depot as first stop, which usually meant I was there waiting for them as they knocked off for their break - this meant I sold 10-15 extra newspapers each day as well. In short, a job that took me an hour and made me about $20 per week when I started, within a month. may have taken me almost 2 hours per day to complete, but was raking in a 10 year old boy an average of about $50 per week. The pushbike I used to do the deliveries was upgraded 3-4 times in the next 12 months. Glory days. :winkwink: :winkwink: :winkwink: |
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Question # 30
30. Ever have any problems with any country's customs officials?
:1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh Which country DOESN'T have a problem with me is more the question !!! :error :helpme :321GFY :error :helpme :321GFY I am on 10 for 10 on my last 10 internal US flights to get the dreaded "SSSS". I just take it as a given now. Australian Customs love me. They empty the bags at least half the time when I get home and I have to keep saying "The Butterfingers and Baby Ruths are for the kids, NOT me". Because I am such a frequent visitor, my US visits are a bit like "Groundhog Day". The Spanish Inquisition is the norm. Yes sir. No sir. Three bags full sir. But the MOST fun I had standing up with a Customs service ? Hong Kong. In days gone by for a short period of time I used to run girls into and out of the prostitution rings on Macau. Macau is also a crime capital of the world - it's where all the bad boys go to play. Drugs, gambling, girls, you name it. EVERY-FUCKING-TIME into Hong Kong, it was into the room, strip naked, legs apart, bend over and ........ :321GFY :321GFY :321GFY :321GFY :321GFY :321GFY :321GFY |
a belated Happy Birthday to you lovebug!! I missed the Friday salutations due to the greatest game of softball ever played. My daughter made it to the league championship game and her team won that night!! A prouder mama there never was. BTW, she is the only one for me until you sow your seed and give me the little man I always wanted. The obstacle, whom shall remain nameless (I am forbidden to speak the name on GFY but I still love you anyways babydoll), won't have a problem sharing. He has known for a long time of my love and adoration for you. After reading this entire interview, I must say I am crushin on you even harder! Good times ahead in San Diego. Keep an eye on "someone" in Toronto - only I can have two squeezes! xoxoxoxo
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Question # 31
31. What exactly did you do in the field of personal security?
When I went back to "normal" security work in nightclubs, pubs and the like I had some friends in the music industry. Concert promoters and other such luminaries were regulars and many became friends. Now, pre MTV, there was a day when international music acts did NOT travel with 200 person entourages and personal security that resembled the Chicago Bears offensive line. Local promoters had to provide hotel, transportation and backstage security for many touring acts. Over a period of time, I did personal security for (and obviously met in the course of) ... Phil Collins (wanted to push him in front of the van, not through the crowd to get into it, he was a total fucktwad) Bruce Springsteen (lovely guy, "Call me Bruce") ZZTop (awesome concert, followed by straight back to the hotel, NO after party, could not believe it) Billy Joel (nice guy and sensational performer - did security for him 3 times) Tone Loc (left the after party 3 DAYS after the concert !!!) REM (Michael Stipe is one WEIRD dude) I also did a whole raft of Aussie bands like Midnight Oil (MANY times), 1927, Party Boys, Australian Crawl, Moving Pictures, The Saints and others. Amongst that lot there are some stories, let me tell you :pimp I also did some private personal security work, looking after mainly Japanese businessmen, which was mainly well paid babysitting duty. There were a few times I also got to the plane ride.... They give you a loked briefcase (with papers), you get on a plane, fly to another country, clear customs, hand the bag over to others at that end, and turn straight back around and get the next plane home. Boring as all fuck but the pay was awesome - as were the frequent flyer points back in the early days of those schemes. :) |
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Question # 32
32. Ever killed anyone? Ever put anyone in the hospital? Discuss in detail?
I am treating the first part of this question with the contempt it deserves. :321GFY :321GFY I have NEVER put anyone in hospital. If they have done so it has been of their own volition, or that of others. To put them there myself would sort of defeat the purpose in many instances, don't you think ? :winkwink: |
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Question # 33
33. What exactly did you say to the fellow in Prague that wanted to fight you to make him go away?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. These days I HATE fighting with a passion, but if I have to, I ain't taking no backward step. But ONLY if I REALLY have to. Being the type of guy I am, I attract idiots and associated trouble like a powerful electo-magnet. In MOST places, by midnight, I will have a queue of dickheads lined up for their shot at some imaginery title - with me as the titleholder. In psychological terms, these guys are usually sad and bitter, and they want to feel as bad on the outside as they already do on the inside, so they seek guys like me out to serve that purpose. Over the years, I have developed numerous strategies and techniques to avoid having to put someone in their place, so to speak. "Mr Prague 2005" was particularly insistent. He REALLY wanted me to tear him a new asshole. Talking did not work, reasoning did not work, veiled threats just made him more keen to meet his maker. So a leant over really close to him and said ...... Mate, have a look a this head. What do I have to lose? It worked. Usually does. Because it is not a bluff. :2 cents: |
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That reminds me of a story. I was shooting pool with this HA in Spearfish, SD. He was a really nice guy. I was asking him about the meaning of a patch on his vest, it was the name of some Greek or Roman god of evil . . . something like that. I told him that he came across as too nice of a guy to be wearing a patch like that. He explained it like this: "If we get in a fight and I kick your ass and you are lying in a pool of your own blood and ask me to call you an ambulance, I will say fine, you are an ambulance." |
Question # 34
34. Disucss the kind of person that turns you on in detail.
Now this is not as easy a question as it may seem. One of the downsides of too much sex for too long with too many partners and it being too easy to procure is a certain "dulling" of the senses when it comes to all things sexual. I have pretty much only one erogenous zone left - it sits firmly between my ears - and a girl either gets my attention or does not. I am a firm believer in chemistry, there is something that clicks when you first meet someone, and that cannot be "learned" or "influenced" - it is either there or it is not. I cannot help that feel for people who say shit like "We were friends for years before we got together", because in my mind, they are "settling" for something they can have and have given up seeking what they could and should have. I suppose there IS a list of character traits that will make it more likely I will like someone, but it is more about the "package" deal and how that embraces my mind that dictates what "turns me on" as such. Many times sex, and especially paid for sex, is just a sign that one is too lazy to masturbate. :2 cents: :thumbsup |
Question # 35
35. Do you do drugs? Do you get drunk? Discuss.
Yes I do drugs. Surprise, surprise, surprise. It shouldn't be really, I have always been open and honest about it. The point that must be made clear is that I DO DRUGS, DRUGS DO NOT DO ME. I probably don't do anywhere near as much as some may think I do, and I may do more than some expect. It is generally shows and party occasions, but I definitely do NOT need them to function. How can I say all of this so clearly and definitely ? Because there have been times in my life when I had SERIOUS drug problems, so I do well know the difference between recreation and an issue.... I have never been much for grass or acid or downers of most descriptions, but speed, coke and ecstacy fit my ADHD personality type. No smoking or injecting or any of that for me in this day and age - drugs enhance for me, do not detract and I HATE being out of control. There was a time when I used to boot speed through a pick in the corner of the eyes - right into the tear ducts. No blood, no mess, no track marks. I was out of control. I do drugs these days, they don't do me, and to steal a line from Wizzo's Ambush, "There is a time and a place for everything." When I drink, I drink ****A LOT****. But I don't drink all the time. I can go weeks without a drink, but then easily drink for 3 or 4 days straight without sleep or rest. Call it practice or call it training or just call it abnornal intenstinal fortitude. I am not a vomiter from alcohol nor drugs, never have been, never will be. If I am sick, there is a reason beyond that, and I stop, no question. At the end of the day I don't really need both - in fact I think others around me need me to do it more than I need it myself. I am a MUCH easier person to at least try and understand if people are able to justify my actions and behaviour by associating it with drug and/or alcohol use. Anyone who knows me at all knows that the more out of control I seem, the more in control I am. My good friend and doctor once said to me, after noting liver function tests that are still fine and well within acceptable limits despite the self-abuse my body receives from me, Lindsay, one day science is going to perfect a bio-engineered waster treatment system, and that system is going to be based on your liver." With the shit I have put in my system over the years, and for the extended periods I have done this, I should be long gone. But I will continue to be who I am and do the things I do until it no longer suits me to do so, OR until I think I need to change. In the meantime, I continue to march to the beat of my own drum. I should point out here that there are a couple of things I do NOT tolerate when it comes to drug and or drink: # 1 - I do NOT tolerate pressure being put on people who do not want to do or do anymore of anything, I RESPECT their rights fully. # 2 - I do NOT tolerate holier than thou attitudes about what I do - I will respect your rights not to do so if you will also respect my rights to do so. Each to their own. I am a firm believer in EVERYTHING in moderation, INCLUDING moderation. :pimp |
Question # 36
36. Has your exposure on fubar with all the crazy pics helped or hindered your career? discuss your thoughts therein on this subject.
I love JFK and I love FUBAR. My life and times in this industry, all the fun I am able to have, all the great people I spend time with, and the fantastic places I get to visit, they are now recorced for posterity. I love it. Not because of any ego issues, just because when I am old and crinkled and washed up (sometime after my 110th birthday I estimate), I'll have it all there to look back on and enjoy over and over again. Shit, my own Mom uses FUBAR to keep track of my travels and transgressions. If it's good enough for my mother, it's good enough for me. :thumbsup :thumbsup :thumbsup On a business level, Oscar Wilde once wrote, "The only worse about being talked about, is not being talked about." I think it could be irreversably damaging if the pics and antics depicted anything but me being me. People know me, they know what to expect, I don't hurt anyone in the process and it's all in good fun. If people don't like me it's because they don't like me anyway, not because I flashed my bare ass at some party. We are in the PORN industry remember, we should be puritanical in our views. SOME people around should remember that. :pimp :pimp :pimp |
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