I am not a name dropper and I am sensitive about appearing so. But I drop the following names in context, so don’t think I’m Page Six or anything.
I was walking through the Mandalay Bay Casino en route to Editrix Abby‘s party at the Venetian with Holy Man Brian Surewood.
Surewood occupies a rare place in the porn world because people want to be like him but they just don’t know how. Wear a bandanna? Get a tattoo? Those things are superficial (Boy are they); one can only get to the essence of Brian Surewood by going on a vision quest.
So I told him that I really liked his scenes in Joe Gallant’s excellent Avenue X (In this business, a man can tell another man that he likes his porn scenes without appearing gay. In fact, only when men say “I like your car” to other men are they actually gay), which featured Trina Michaels.
We were at a loss to describe her.
“Now she’s a – ” Surewood began.
“Ready to go – ” I suggested.
“Been around – ” him again.
“World-weary looking, but not,” I floundered.
“Glorious,” he said. And that dude knows out of body experiences.
That’s Trina Michaels. She’s dancing tonight and tomorrow at the Spearmint Rhino in Oxnard, and has this to say about it:
I also do private dances. Dances that only involve me and you. Letting me do and please you how you like and as hard and sensual as you want it. Ummmm…my panties get sooooo wet thinking about being on top of a man while I ride him and rub my big, soft titties all over his face, mouth, tongue and cock.
(Well, maybe that spounds like something one might pay $2.99 a minute for, but it’s the cost of doing business.)
Previously: Trina Michaels for Industry; In da club; Harper and Austin rock the ‘xnard
See also: Trina Michaels on MySpace
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