The Whipping Hour

I attended Tightfit Studio’s party last night at the Dragonfly on Santa Monica Blvd., lured by the evening’s advertised program of seeing people getting whipped and savaged by other people for a change (because my arms were tired).

Alas, I saw none of that happening, but I did have enlightening conversations with several of the pornerati that flit hither and thither like melon body spray-scented butterflies.

Ava Rose was there with director DCypher. She seems to be growing into herself. She was wearing a scarf and looked decidedly unpornish. I love pornish filthiness on people like Gia Paloma, whom one would never confuse with someone who isn’t a porn star, but Ava Rose is someone who, if you met her at a party, you might wish were a porn star, and resent her date because of it.

I asked her what she did for fun in Sutton, Alaska, where she and her sister, Mia, grew up.

“I clubbed seals,” she said.

“Let me take you away from all this,” I said, smitten.

So I did, and we went to a private booth where she played with my Zippo.

I forgot to ask her why she and her sister chose porn names that were also the names of women linked with Frank Sinatra.

When I first met DCypher I was interviewing for a production manager job with Andre Madness. DCypher was an angry young man at that point. Good nutrition and condo ownership have softened him. Now he is a Buddhist.

“Are you really a Buddhist?” I asked.

“Every time I tell you that, you laugh,” he said.

I needed to be sure DCypher was not a Buddhist in the same way Lurk Ford is a Jew. It would crush my spirit. As in all major religions, he needed to be tested.

“‘Bodhisattva,'” I said.

“‘A’ Won’t you take me by the hand?'” he replied.

“‘Bodhisattva,'” I repeated.

“‘A’ Won’t you take me by the hand?'” he replied.

“‘Can you show me – ‘” I began.

“‘The shine of your Japan, the sparkle of your china – ‘” he interrupted.

I slapped him repeatedly. “Do not interrupt the moment of awakening,” I snapped.

“Sorry.”

“‘Can you show me?‘”

“‘Boddhisattva, Bodhisattva,” he said, achieving satori.

Satisfied, I moved on. I saw Gianna Lynn. Her movie, Cuntrol, was the inspiration for this party. We were in the chilly back room. She was wearing a sensible corset/bustier combo and some breezy slacks.

I wondered when the whipping would begin, and who would get whipped. A woman handed me an auto-erotic asphyxiation video.

“Are you in this?” I asked.

“No,” she said, looking a little shocked that I asked.

“I’m not either,” I said.

Everyone I like likes Oren Cohen, the owner of Tightfit. He is a third generation pornographer and he only uses women who are over 21 in his movies (unless they are Assraelis, but then they’ve at least served a year or two in the military).


I asked if he were worried that So Low, the auto-erotic asphyxiation movie, mightn’t raise the hackles of porn watchdogs.

“Do you think people will worry that you are promoting unsafe practices?” I asked.

“Maybe I’m being naive,” he said (you know that when someone begins with that, he is about to call someone else an idiot), “but should I be held responsible for someone else’s idiocy?” he asked (zing!).

“I mean, everyone who is in this movie is over 21, they all do this at home, they’re good at it, they agreed to it, they wanted to do it,” he said. “At what point should people take ownership of this (meaning not trying to auto-erotically asphyxiate themselves after watching a movie)?

“It’s why you don’t see see-saws in playgrounds anymore…people are ready to litigate over things they should take responsibility for.”

Now I like Oren Cohen, too. I just hope he gives the Palestinians equal time with West Bank Skanks or OrGaza or Palestina-Vagina. The only way the fighting will stop is if everyone is feeling sexy.


I looked around once again for whipping. I left at exactly midnight after staying for two hours. I quaffed two Jagermeisters at $8 each, leaving a 20 percent tip, because I’m a Buddhist.

The whipping started immediately thereafter, I’m told, the atmosphere finally free of my serene nature.

Previously: Meet Veronique Vega; But is it good for the Jews?; XFanz porns burlesque; The Name of the Rose;
See also: Tightfit

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