MontagFoto 4.15.13—A Tax (dat ass) Day Audit

I don't even know what was happening here
I don’t even know what was happening here

Everyone in this extended freelance/entertainment business with multiple income streams thinks about tax audits this time of year. Not because of anything dishonest, you understand, but because it is sometimes difficult to remember that, while we are having huge fun, there are significant expenses involved in even attempting to make a legitimate living off this lifestyle.

To extend this thought further, the combing through archives for this weekly post is an audit of its own. Here we are in August of 2005 at a party for a movie called “Kinky Sex,” released by cable/hotel porn provider Simon Wolf.

Trina Michaels
Trina Michaels

In my original article we find a host of people no longer in the porn business who at the time I thought were exactly what the porn business was about—people like Tyla Wynn. Then there’s Trina Michaels, who is still around and looking more heart-attack serious than ever. There are people who have transitioned out of the business (“Bad Ass Frank Prather, Tricia Oaks), people I have never seen again and wonder about, people who’s marriages have broken up (Tommy Gunn and Rita Faltoyano), people who are working as much as ever (Tommy Gunn again), and people I still see as often as possible (Roy Karch).

People don't even look like this anymore
People don’t even look like this anymore

Then there’s the people I haven’t seen in forever, and whose names I’d forgotten until I looked them up.

Lori Alexia
Lori Alexia

Then there’s the building itself. Tommy Lee’s Rokbar doesn’t exist anymore—as of this writing it is the Supper Club, where this year’s XRCO Awards will be held. Not only that, but porn companies rarely sponsor parties for movies anymore. Even then, titling a movie “Kinky Sex” seemed dated.

Finally, I look at the article I wrote for Fleshbot at the time and hardly recognize it. It seems like I was trying something on.

I remember walking into the bathroom and a woman following me in, propositioning me (she was high) as I stood at the urinal. My wife and I had an arrangement, and I called her to say I was bringing someone home. I was angry that the call went straight to voicemail. I turned around to find the woman and she had passed out in the toilet. Just the effort of asking me out had overwhelmed her, because she was so shy, I guess.

Now that I think about it, I wish all audits were as bittersweet as this one.

Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Bring Me the Ass of Lori Alexia

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