Sometimes life takes you down a different path than that which you expected. Look at me, for example – I used to be Secretary of Commerce.
I didn’t know too much about Gina Lynn before I met her, but it was important for me to delve as deeply as I possibly could into what makes her tick before the fans got to her.
Today, as you know, the convention floor was opened to the fans, so it was difficult maneuvering through the Sands what with all the wheelchairs, rolling suitcases, and, um, loitering adulterers with their camera phones stopping in the middle of the hallway to gawk and drool.
Where was I?
Oh yes: Gina Lynn.
Gina Lynn lives on three acres of woody land in Pennsylvania.
“I go to the store in sweats and a ballcap but people still recognize me,” she said. The local Wal-Mart is in Amish country, with ample parking for a horse and buggy, and people recognize her there, as well.
She flies into L.A. every other month and her new interactive title features segments dealing with her feet.
“I didn’t know how big the foot fetish market was until I’d been in the business for a while and people started photographing my feet,” she said.
Her feet are size 4 1/2, but the smallest porn shoes she can get are size 5.
“Do you need to stuff them with newspapers like little Depression children?” I asked.
“No,” she replied triumphantly, “I just wear open-toed shoes.”
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