Beng a porn star was only part of who Amber Rayne was, but let’s not forget that, either.
Candida Royalle wore many hats, had many cats.
Peter O’Toole cast quite a shadow over Porn Valley.
“Live life to the fullest, without fear or regret.”
Carlos Batts and April Flores were like an interracial porno-fabulous Andrew Wyeth and Helga.
“She’s very considerate,” Batts said. “Before we go out, she asks me if I want her to smell like marshmallows or cherries.”
Hair-carpeted and randy, Reems could have been the face of the carefree 70’s
Hollie Stevens is remembered at a not-at-all-uncharacteristic-of-Hollie-Stevens gathering at Hyaena Gallery
The wonderful Hollie Stevens succumbed to breast cancer July 2. She was 30.
Dozens of friends and colleagues of Marland “Sledge Hammer” Anderson mingled and reminisced at the late performer’s memorial service in Woodland Hills yesterday.
Den was a true believer and a statistician the way an avid baseball fan is.
Gram wonders what the plane fare might be to the type of place in which the XRCO Awards were actually “elegant”
John Leslie, who died unexpectedly December 5, was too young to go. But he lived an intriguing life full of fellow travelers.
To love Ronnie James Dio is to be able to love a lot of things that at first may seem irreconcilable. It is the best kind of slippery slope.
Jamie Gillis, an actor whose eccentric and devious performances made porn seem like performance art, died February 19. He was 66.
DAC also would have enjoyed having his ashes scattered on someone’s face
DAC would relish the chance to come back as a vengeful Japanese ghost
Others may feel differently, but this was the most shocking thing I ever saw in a movie aimed at my then demographic: Molly Ringwald’s stunt crotch from 1985’s “The Breakfast Club.” (The second most arresting cinematic moment came a year later when Isabella Rosselini said “Hit me, Jeffrey.”) Iconic 80’s director John Hughes died of…
Richard de Montfort, who died earlier this month, directed Scarlett Fay as Lindsay Lohan impersonating Marilyn Monroe in a recreation of Monroe’s 1962 “Last Sitting” pictorial. Of course de Montfort had Fay fuck her photographer afterward in “Hustler’s Untrue Hollywood Story: Lindsay Lohan,” which may or may not have also happened with Monroe and Vogue…
“Angela’s Ashes” author Frank McCourt, who died last week at 78, introduced me to a term far more hopeful than a Dirty Sanchez, Cleveland Steamer, or Blumpkin: The Knee-Trembler. It involves fucking your partner up against the wall, preferably at a bar, with the pressure on the spinal column enough to cause the legs to…