In the center of Boardner’s courtyard was a fountain filled with dry ice and a huge candelabra dripping wax. I felt like I was at the freshman dorm for mopey girls, and I wasn’t complaining.
Director Zenova Braeden and the Spice Network were celebrating (with dry ice and candles) the release of The Taunting, a movie Braeden describes as “creepy but not gory”, which is a remark I resemble. The boxcover features Lystra, looking uncannily like Sadako from Ringu and any of the vengeful Asian ghosts that have threatened the popularity of Asian schoolgirls in Western culture.
Lystra’s makeup job scared even her. Roommates Zak Sabbath and Mandy Morbid said that Lystra now places her television on a shelf facing the wall so ghosts won’t get out or, if they do, will fall. I don’t believe it but it’s a nice story, like “alcohol isn’t good for you”. Still, you can buy the movie that scared young Lystra.
Read more after the gap.
I arrived with Holly Randall, who is working with me on my epic Photograhing the Photographers series. “I go to the same gym as Seal,” she explained. That guy uses more fans in his videos than Stevie Nicks.
I sat on the edge of the fountain for a few hours and accumulated a healthy waxy buildup on my jacket. It’s important at such parties to remain stationary so that people come to me and so that I am not forced to look down people’s dresses but instead deep in their eyes as I ask the probing questions that are my hallmark.
For example, “What’s new?” I asked Ryder Skye, staring deep in her eyes and not realizing until I downloaded this picture that she was nearly naked. Skye, in the business since Easter (prior to this she was a dancer and receptionist) has been working in several Wicked movies.
“But a lot of people don’t like tattoos for contract stars,” she said when I asked if a contract was what she wanted. Then she said that she knew a place that would temporarily airbrush over tattoos for photo sessions.
“Does that hurt?” I asked, thinking only of airbrushing t-shirts, which are dead.
“No,” she said. “They use air.”
Kimberly Kane and I talked about sadness and woe, and Haley Paige and Chico Wang. I informed her the latter was dead. I asked if she’d heard anything about heer costar from Avenue X, Brian Surewood.
“Still in the clinker,” she said. Things are grim lately.
“Haley was the most innocent girl,” Kane said.
“Why do the nice girls date assholes?” I asked, the first time such a question occurred to me.
“I don’t know,” she said, “but we all do.”
Zak Sabbath doesn’t seem like an asshole, but I asked him why he looks angry in his photos.
“Well, it’s either the Gay Prostitute or I Fucked Your Mother look that I cultivate,” he said, “so this one is I Fucked Your Mother.”
I tried to imagine life with Zak Sabbath as my dad. He’d have more hair products than my mom. It’s tough that he feels there are only two looks for male talent to use, but perhaps My Mother Fucked a Gay Prostitute might be a good subtext. I’m going to suggest that the next time I am asked for motivation for the photographic tableaux I create.
I hesitated about showing this photo of Casey Parker. It does not convey how nice it is to see her. Instead it suggests a camera phone photo in which everyone nearby is really drunk. I’m only printing this because Casey is much, much prettier in person. This photo is my fault, and not hers.
There were a lot of people at the party. There was another room and an upstairs, but I didn’t go there. I stayed where I was and drank designer water from the open bar. I don’t know why I wasn’t drinking; I certainly enjoy it. Maybe I was lazy. DVDs of the movie were available at the beginning of the night but they all got taken.
But then I used my mind to manifest Page Morgan. About a minute before she showed up I thought, “I wonder what that Page Morgan is up to?” and there she was. I like Page Morgan because she accepts me for all my complexity, and doesn’t shun me for my petty porn feuds. I asked her where she’d been.
“I’ve been dancing at the Spearmint Rhino three days a week in the afternoon,” she said.
I have never met an afternoon stripper before.
“Businessmen come and they hang out,” she said. “It’s the best job I’ve ever had.”
I like hearing good news from Page Morgan. If she’d told me, “I’m really getting into arson,” I would probably feel happy for her.
Other things happened, but I was too jacked up on water to manipulate my camera.
Outside I saw Zenova Braeden herself, and was glad. She was drunk but I was not, so at first I feared we’d be unable to communicate.
“I drink a lot during large adult industry functions,” she said. “They’re overwhelming.”
“I used to drink,” I thought, thinking about the previous night. I felt like I wasn’t doing my part. Still, I look forward to seeing the movie. I’ll watch it with Rodney Moore’s Vampires and report back on the turgidifying powers of the supernatural.
Previously: Asian and Hot: Not only but also; Strapped by a Ghost; What, no tentacles?; Porn star or vengeful Japanese ghost? (fleshbot); Julie Simone’s method
See also: Spice, Zenova Braeden
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