Mia is a very sexy Lebanese immigrant, who loves being the center of attention but Mia Khalifa regrets having done porn for three months from November of 2014 to January 2015. She got hooked up with the two biggest porn companies, Pornhub (Mindgeek) and Bangbros (WGCZ Holding) almost immediately. These Internet porn gurus’ ability to distribute and market worldwide combined with a bad decision to wear a hijab while doing a two guys on one girl sex scene made her a target of Muslim jihadists (reportedly ISIS). Now Mia is NOT Muslim, her only connection to Islam is that her birth country has a Muslim majority. But the prolific promotion of this scene in particular made Mia Khalifa a standout among the hundreds of girls that get involved with porn each year.

For most girls who dip there toes into porn for a mere 3 months, nobody really notices. But Mia Khalifa’s agreement to wear a hijab made her perhaps the most exploitable porn chick that ever was. She rose in a mere two months from unknown to the most searched for girl in porn. This was of course mostly due to death threats and the mainstream publicity that ensued. With death threats, it’s no wonder Mia Khalifa regrets having done porn.

Porn isn’t for everyone, and it puts a great strain on interpersonal relationships. Clearly this is one reason why Mia Khalifa regrets having done porn. Apparently Mia’s parents have disowned her and according to information available, she and her husband (who joined her in her first on camera sex) divorced in 2016. Mia did do some camming for a while, but working for the BangBros, those recordings have since been released as porn films, keeping the producers profiting from Mia. Most porn stars, if they cam after quitting the biz, they retain control over those shows, no recording, self distribution, it’s what Patreon fans pay the most for. In Mia’s case she had a baptism by fire, learning all the pitfalls of porn in such a short time.

Staying relevant is a full time job

BangBros retained miakhalifa.com, after she canceled their contract, but Mia made her notoriety work for her. Mia Khalifa regrets having done porn, but she has profited from it. She set up an OnlyFans account and staying active on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Twitch, the 5’2” busty beauty kept herself relevant. Having someone threaten to kill you is a great way to earn the media’s ear. Having someone declare you dead, is a great way to bring people out of the woodwork to see if it’s true. Letting everyone know that you are still alive, keeps people’s interest peaked, old clients get reminded to interact with you or visit your sites, the media circulates your name and image, bringing you to the attention of even more people. And with 4.2 million twitter followers, I don’t think that the media will lose sight of Mia for very long, because they want a piece of that.

Mia Khalifa has been asked several times in interviews, if she knew what would happen, would she still do porn. Her answer, because Mia Khalifa regrets having done porn, is always a resounding NO. So I think that Mia would be happy to be known for something other than porn and she has learned the hard way that notoriety is a double edged sword. Given that and a job as a sports newscaster, I just can’t think of Mia Khalifa as a porn star, she should be known for what she does best, being a social media influencer.

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Only one name comes up when you search the net for Afghanistan and porn. Yasmeena Ali is self proclaimed as Afghanistan’s only pornstar. Even though she was just a child when the Taliban was last ruled her birthplace and she fled with her family to the UK before they were driven out of political office, the mainstream media is making Yasmeena a household name and heralding her as a fearless advocate for female empowerment. I was asked to write an article with her as the subject, but having never met the 28 year old, I had research to do. Unfortunately, as with most porn personalities, the spelling of her name has been inconsistent as well as the details of her life, but knowing that embellishing details for a porn persona is more often than not, part of the game, I fact checked what was written against irrefutable court documents. Yasmeena’s father brought his family to the UK in 2000, making her a mere child of 7. The articles which sensationalize her being unschooled until she came to the UK at 9 then are only trying to substantiate her connection and the war-torn nation. Which is not to say that the preschooler did not come away unscathed by the Taliban rule, her first memories would have been forming at this time, but it does bring to question the veracity of what is written about her.

Yasmeena was 20 when she broke free from her parent’s influence. Free to dress how she wanted, free to date whomever she choose, free to leave the country and mostly free to start a journey of self discovery. She hooked up with her atheist boyfriend a photographer and became his muse. It was 4 years before she fucked on film and after a slow start, she catapulted her career by courting the press with her defiance of her Islamic upbringing. Her story brought together Afghanistan and porn, was proclaimed as a strike back against the oppression of Muslim women. The media loving a juicy scandal embellished it with a conversion to Judaism, in essence throwing gasoline on the fire she had lit under the Islamic adherents closest to her. Her traditional family was disgraced, her mother fell ill, her father hunted her down, wishing she’d never been born, he believed that she should die. Since his arrest, Yasmeena is cemented as a female activist and she will have a career to fall back on long after the public stops seeking her for their sexual fantasies. As her mother falls under the care of her siblings and her father is extradited to Slovakia to stand trial for planning her demise (with the same penalty as if he had actually killed her), Yasmeena stands untouchable, all 4’11” of her, having achieved payback for whatever abuse her repressive upbringing comprised.

In my line of work, I encounter people from all walks of life, many of them much higher on the food chain. A persistent rumor has been circulating concerning Afghanistan and porn since 2009. The rumor alleges Afghanistan’s destabilization was helped along by creating in-home porn theaters. Access to the internet and porn-tube sites were coupled with free flat screen TVs. The mini venues introduced sexually immature men to hardcore imagery with effects much like the devastation that alcohol had on Native Americans. And if these micro porn palaces were anything like their western world counterparts then horny men, already compromised by what they had seen, were soon sucking each other off for release. In the western world, such an act would be over-looked or at worse amount to an indecent exposure charge, in their world, it’s considered a stoning offense.

Yasmeena Ali and I share a few things in common.

The things that Yasmeena and I share in common are few, we both have done porn, and we both have a connection to Islam. The biggest difference there being that I have pursued it, while she has disavowed herself from it. But even then, I will never be held out as an example of a good Muslim. Yasmeena, in going public with her religious reversal, has done what most porn chicks only dream of accomplishing. So she is the envy of many in her ability to marriage Afghanistan and porn as a talking point. Surely, Afghanistan wants to keep as much distance from her and she seems to want to distance herself from her religious birthright. So long as the west has questions about Islam and Afghanistan is in the news, she is sure to be the center of the media attention. I wish her the best with that, I for one don’t like media attention, and I especially don’t want it poking into my past or personal life. But then again by making the press poke around in her past, maybe she is protecting something she values much more in her present life. It doesn’t really matter, a larger than life character is what sells, whether it’s a defiant pretty little lady, or a loud mouthed critic; we all make our way, with whatever we have to work with.

My own ideas about Afghanistan and porn involve me running an in-house porn production company. But I don’t see myself getting a business license to do so in the near future, despite how many of the impoverished sex workers, I intend to lift out of poverty. Given half a chance I cold turn the nation’s urban centers into a sex-worker friendly version of porn valley. Never again would desperate whores drop to their knees for merely a bite to eat, or lift their copious skirts, to be camel jockeyed, for a few dollars. High-speed internet connections cost more than rent over there, so I would have no competition live streaming my productions. In my vision, semen would flow like yak’s milk, and the tourism industry would also feel the spike in revenue as I did my best to bolster a stagnant economy. Maybe it’s too big of an undertaking for one overinflated ego, but I have all the right connections to make it a possibility….Do you suppose that the Taliban would be open to negotiation?

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Some women get very excited about entering the porn industry, and meeting them the first time is delightful because their enthusiasm is contagious. For women making porn can be the ultimate sexual liberation. Plus, for the exhibitionist, it’s a serious sexual rush knowing that what begins with getting fucked in front of a film crew and ends with strangers jerking off to your videos. While I know a great deal about women, particularly when it comes to my profession, I’m obviously not an expert on ghosts. Still, from tales I have heard, I always thought that a ghost story was about some poor soul whose tragic death or unfulfilling life, kept them here. Therefore I couldn’t conceive a porn ghost story, it just doesn’t make any sense.

A porn ghost story is fucked up

It was early June 2018, my business partner and I had been contacted by a 40 year old woman who wanted to be in a porn. As is customary for first meetings in Paris, at least in the entertainment industry, we met her in a cafe. Exterieur Quai is on the right side of the Gare de l’Est, which was a very convenient location to meet. The woman looked great, she had the perfect attitude for a porn slut and we had an enjoyable conversation with her. Better still, she didn’t have lofty ideas about making money, she was more excited about the experience, so she was willing to work cheap. Of course, in a porn ghost story, you wouldn’t expect money to be an issue, but at the time she was very much alive. So having a hot looking, enthusiastic woman in front of me, her rates were my biggest concern.

I had stopped in the middle of an editing job to rush out the door, to be on time for our meeting. I grabbed my camera bag without checking its contents and was disappointed when I went to take some shots of her for our talent files, I had forgotten the batteries on their charger. I pulled out my phone and got some really lousy pics, but with professional photo equipment, I had never bought my phones for photographic performance. I actually took that as a life lesson and in the upcoming weeks started looking for an upgrade, just to have a back-up. I used my old phone as a trade in, forgetting to empty the images, as I always took my pictures with a real camera. We’ve discussed these events a few times and both of us have come to conclusion that perhaps, in some ways, a ghost story starts before the person is even dead. When these type of stories start, it’s always about the hero(s) taking the wrong turn, forgetting to bring holy water or something similar. In our porn ghost story, our lack of an image from that first meeting, makes everyone skeptic.

It had been awhile since a simple boy-girl scene was all that our shooting day demanded; but I truly liked the woman and I honestly wanted to fuck her. So, we agreed to film her first scene 5 weeks later and told her what to bring and wear to the set. After a couple of more espressos, some playful flirting and laughs, we said our good-byes and parted ways. Now this is where this becomes our porn ghost story because our future porn starlet ends up dying before she makes it to our set.

The day of the shoot

The woman shows up to set on time and ready for action, and we are oblivious to anything being amiss. I overheard her say to the makeup girl, how excited she was to be finally doing this, after years of only fantasizing about it. I was already starting to slide into my mental meat puppet mode and just focused on the imagining what her pussy would feel like on my cock, so I didn’t respond to her comment. But later I thought, could that have been her unfinished business? Could this have been that important to her to cause a ghost story?

She signed the required paperwork and then my partner began photographing the stills. Everything in this ghost story progressed like a normal porn shoot. We fucked in 4 positions and after a little more than 2 hours from when she walked through the door, we wrapped everything up with me cumming on her face. As my partner paid the makeup girl, our starlet went to the bathroom and that was the last we saw of her. There was only 1 entrance into the set and the bathroom was directly opposite it. Had she left the shower room, she would have had to pass the three of us. There was absolutely no way she could have sneaked past us, as the toilet had no windows or other way out.

We searched the entire studio and tried calling her phone. At the time we kept telling ourselves that the paperwork was signed and we had the footage, so from a legal perspective we were in the clear. However, to really make this contract legally binding, we needed to pay the woman for her work. As things stood, the only person paid was the makeup girl. The idea that I just had sex with the dead and that this was a ghost story were the furthermost things from all our minds.

Moving forward a couple of months, we’ve still heard absolutely NOTHING from the woman. My partner and I were discussing what to do with the footage and we finally agreed that we would release it. We had done everything legally right but just for my ease of mind, I wrote her name on an envelope and put her money in it. The two of us then grabbed the cameras, the footage and sat down at the computers to do some editing. Surprise, there was absolutely NOTHING recorded save for a few minutes where the equipment was tested prior to the dead woman’s arrival on set. We were convinced that we had somehow been had and that she not only managed to sneak away but also deleted the footage. All we had to prove that she was there was a signed release, because even the ID photos were gone. It still hadn’t occurred to us, that this was a ghost story.

Contrary to popular opinions, the sexual pervert community isn’t very large. As pornographers, we tend to associate with swingers (echangistes in France), voyeurs, Dominatrices, etc. At one point, we get told by couple that wanted us to film a gang-bang for them, that they had gotten our phone number from our porn ghost story woman. She had passed on our contact information about a week after she met us, but about 2 weeks later, she was killed in a car accident. In my mind, I still hadn’t entertained the idea that I had sex with a phantom. Obviously this couple had her confused with someone else, but they had a handful of photos of her on a phone taken at a swinger’s party in Cap d’Adge and yup, it was her.

Because we knew the woman’s real name and because I’m a curious individual, I went looking for more information. So I found her death notice and located her grave. True enough, she died in a car accident shortly after she met my partner and I in the cafe. Like myself, everyone is free to come to their own conclusions and admittedly, I remain skeptical about the entire ordeal. Only for lack of any other evidence, the only way that I can explain the events is that this was my very own ghost story.

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I gave up television for Lent and this might be the best entertainment I’ve had in awhile. “I’m going to bust that mother fucking cunt’s teeth.” Just then a full coffee cup flies out the office door and splatters on the opposing wall and gleefully I fold my arms and watch the show. Whatever the situation was, it wasn’t my problem and that made it entertaining.

“You get that bitch on the phone and tell her she has 15 minutes to get her god damn crack whore fucking ass in here and suck Hamilton’s cock.” With a sigh, I think to myself, it looks like my girl is flaking, but it’s good to hear the coach pulling for me.

30 minutes pass and still no girl, so I flirt with the receptionist. “How would you like to earn some quick money? It should only take about 15 minutes or so?” I asked her. The office girl is kind of cute but it came as no surprise when she said “No.” Still, she giggled and asked to look inside my pants. A moment later, big mouth enters the room to tell me he has to re-book my blowjob.

“Hamilton you know I think the world of you and I consider you one of my closest friends.”

I raise an eyebrow at this comment because I overheard him tell his production manager I was only life support for a penis and that he should have no problem talking me into re-booking. Four years ago when I first entered this office I might have simply smiled and said, “no problem.” Today I’m carefully considering my next course of action.

This big mouth asshole has known about me for several years and never once called. Second, he tired to get me to agree to do the BJ for $25.00 and bitched when I wouldn’t. Third, after having to listen to his big mouth, I at least want something to show for it. “Fine we can re-book but I want a kill fee.” I notice his jaw drop along with the room’s collective IQ.

“No one gets a fucking kill fee for a Blow Job… Get OUT OF HERE! I thought you were a cool guy, but now I see your just another fucking cocksucker.”

This guy hasn’t really put food on my table so I decide to push the issue. I calmly respond, “No I’m the suckee, the sucker flaked and now I want a kill fee. After all I still have to pay for gas.” Just as he was fumbling for words a young girl walks in the door looking to get on talent file. Quickly I jump on the opportunity. “Honey, how would you like to suck my cock?” She’s a pro and jumps at the chance for some extra coin. Once again, I, Hamilton Steele, save the day.

Fuck damn, this little girl is good. My mind was racing, “Oh yes, she’s sucking my balls. Oookaaay relax and keep control, it’s not time to blow your load. FUCK! Think of an obese naked grandmother. Wait ! that’s too much… don’t want to loose wood. Ahh, that’s better, I got it back, close on! Fuck this little slut knows how to suck cock.”

“Hey Hammy, it looks like you’re enjoy that. I bet you didn’t know she learned her technique from her father,”
Big mouth director was back. So much for enjoying the moment, this just became work again. I swear if he ever calls again; premium rates. Oh well, I have got to get this girl’s number and book her for a full scene with me. I mean, holy shit look at the tits on her. I wonder if she will let me eat her pussy right now, I think I’ll try. “Oooh she is parting her legs…. AND SHE WANTS TO 69. JACK POT!” I was enjoying my job again.

“Alright everyone shut up and let me concentrate.” I just need a minute of silence and stillness in order to pop and if this fucking camera man moves again I’m going to stuff my cock up his nose. Big mouth is pacing back and forth, “We ain’t got all day,” he said.

“Mother fucker, acted like I’ve been jerking off for an hour and it hasn’t even been 2 minutes”. This guy really gets on my nerves. The cameraman then moves yet another time and looks at the director again.

“I heard you never take more than 90 seconds to pop and I’m counting almost 3 minutes.”

What the fuck I’ve seen alleged ‘A’ talent males stroking it for almost 15 minutes on set and no one says a damn word to them. What is his problem? This director needs his ass kicked and I yell back. “Look Pillsbury doughboy, if you shut up and your cameraman picks a spot, I’ll finish this real fast.”

He grunts back and leaves the room and finally the cameraman stops dancing around. I decided to be an asshole and start to count down from 10. “10, 9, 8, …3,2,1.. Arrgghhh!!” Oh shit, I got her in the eye! The poor girl flinches and swears at me, it was the one place she didn’t want me to get her. However the director from hell appears to have enjoyed the show. On the other hand, I’m apologetic to her.

“Pause for a few more stills,” cameraman has the same hard time taking stills like he did video. I decide to come to my co-worker’s rescue, “Hurry up her eye is burning. You have more stills than you need.” He clicks once more and agrees. With a sigh of relief, I realize the shoot is over and I have a paycheck to collect.

“You know Hamilton, you are top-notch talent and I’ll shoot you again whenever I have something. But next time can you do better on the rate? You know we don’t make much money off these videos.”

I smile the game is over but in so many other ways its just begun, so I respond accordingly “Sure, just catch me on a day that I don’t have much planned. And please don’t let anyone know how good of a deal you get me for. I’m sorry if I was a bit abrasive earlier.” I stop and think to myself, that I’m a liar but I accomplished everything I set out to do today. I got sucked off by a hot little girl and got paid for it. Some parts of my career can be really crappy, but I still think the benefits are great.

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My fellow performer, Crystal, was talking to me and the look on her face told me it wasn’t worth the argument. Besides she is right, I agreed to this and I couldn’t flake now. The only thing I can’t understand is, given my general hatred for this type of scene, why I agreed to do this with her in the first place. I must have sucker stamped on my forehead.

I park the car in front of the building and I spot one guy I was hoping not to see. I can’t help but think negative thoughts. “Damn it all anyways, can’t someone teach Jake to use deodorant in the summer? Oh great, he is coming over to us.“

“Hamilton, why don’t you try and put a smile on your face. You act like this is the end of the world. Besides look at the beautiful woman you have with you.”

I snap at him, letting him know that I’m happy for this opportunity and just glad to be part of the program. Jake raises an eyebrow and walks away laughing about how fickle some porn talent can be. Then before I can make another smart ass comment, Crystal takes my arm and asks me if I would like to talk about the shadow people. This time a genuine grin comes to my face and I nuzzle her cheek and let her know I’m following through on this.

“Blah, Blah, Blah,” the guy in charge won’t shut up and I do my best to act interested. I’m just here to do my thing, collect what’s owed to me and leave. Act interested, just let these guys do their job. The sooner they finish, the sooner I can go home. Or so I’m thinking, but tonight I have a hard time even feigning interest. I look over to Crystal and it’s obvious that she knows my thoughts. There isn’t even a hint of bemusement in her eyes. She, an old pro at this game, can spot veiled interest a mile away and she is getting really pissed off with me. With a bit of remorse for my juvenile attitude, I lower my head and wait out the time in polite silence. Lord, these people just won’t shut up!

Crystal stretches out and silently parts her legs. She looks at me with a wry grin and gives me a wink. “You made it this far, just a few more minutes and all your suffering tonight will be over.” This statement actually makes me smile and I am forced to admit that this little girl really gives my hormone levels a rise. In my Neanderthal way, I attempt to touch her face and I’m rewarded with a smile and word of caution. “Soft, touchy romance is wonderful but don’t loose site of what we are really here to do.”

For some reason I’m offended by this comment and my mind screams, “Fuck! I’m just trying to show you a bit of gentleness. Given our current surroundings and situation is that such a bad thing? ” I feel the heat begin to rise in my face and I withdraw from her, after all I don’t need this shit. Crystal’s face turns to an expression of disgust at my reaction and I can tell she wants to blow up at me. I decide to ignore her evil eye and do what I have to until this ends.

She whispers her admonishment through clenched teeth, “You know you can stop wasting everyone’s time and just leave. If you are determined to fuck things up for yourself then go and leave. Everyone else here is serious about doing this.” My jaw tenses and I crack my knuckles. After all I really don’t want to be here and I certainly can find better things to do. So I stand up and turn to leave. Three steps and I stop. I just can’t bring myself to leave. My racing mind holds me in place. After a few heartbeats I become aware that the guy at the front of the room is talking to me. “Hey buddy, is there something you care to share with us.”

My eyes close tightly and I whisper, “fuck” under my breath. The words that sat like a rock in my throat painfully come to the surface and out of my mouth. “Hi, my name is Hamilton and I’m an alcoholic.”

All names, except for my own, have been changed to protect privacy of the not so innocent. Some other details have been changed as well for similar reasons.

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I never worked with or even knew Dakota Skye but she was one of us and for that reason I feel a certain amount of grief for her.  She was 27 and that’s far too young to die, but unfortunately that’s how life works, none of us know when we’ll die or how. When someone dies the sadness that we feel should serve to remind us to cherish each moment that we have on this earth. For the last 18 months most people have pretty much been zombies, the walking dead with face masks. It’s time to live again because you might not be here tomorrow.

Industry figure James Bartholet spoke about Dakota Skye to AVN

“Dakota was a dear friend and part of our industry family, and we are saddened by her loss,” Bartholet said. “She still had so much more to give to the world and to the industry, and I’m just very saddened and at a loss for words. We wish all the best to her family, and we hope people respect their privacy and please remember her in a good way. Remember her for all the joy and pleasure she brought us.”

Dakota Skye started in the porn industry in 2013 and remained active until last year. She accumulated over 300 credits to her name. May God’s graces comfort her family in their time of sorrow. She will never know pain or suffering again because the Almighty now holds her soul.by

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So let’s begin with your special contribution to the sex industry.  Can you tell everyone what exactly it is that you do?

It’s really not so much what I do, as much as what I did. You see, I’ve been in Adult ALL of my life ! Literally. I was born into it!  My Dad shot and sold Stag Loops. As a kid, I earned my pocket money as a duplicator, swapping out the blank and recorded hardcore tapes, although I never watched them. I helped out with sales at 15, and began creating my own original content when I became an adult. I started off with mail order distribution, and kept up with the technological demands, learned the ins and outs of the internet and stayed profitable.

My journey took me to LA where my immersion in the industry had me running both a 32000 sq ft facility and the 2nd largest swingers club in the whole USA. I crossed over into mainstream, worked too much, split with my wife, then overstayed my visa and got booted from the US. Back in the UK, I started up my own personal niche fetish, what most of you know me for, (scat/poo/shit) but I retired and sold my equipment in 2013. I still hang around on web forums etc, because although I’m not doing much actively myself these day, I still feel it’s where I belong

Have you ever purposely locked yourself in a construction site port-o-let?

Not locked myself inside one, no. But I have hidden underneath one down by my local docks ! It was an incredible thrill to know I was so close to people doing what they were doing, listening to the sounds and enjoying the aromas etc. And they didn’t have a clue I was there!!! Exhilarating  !

What has been the most difficult thing that you’ve had to deal with in this industry?

Truthfully, not very much. I have always been my own person, doing things my own way, and if they worked out they worked out. If not, then no one to answer to but myself. So I guess I’ve been pretty lucky really. If I really had to say, I suppose it would be ‘false friends’. But then that’s  probably true in all walks of life. Sorry,I can’t give you a juicer answer.

Have you ever drank large amounts of food coloring so you can shit your own rainbow and celebrate pride day?

Not exactly, but I did drink a load of red food coloring once, so when I had an ‘accident’ in the hospital waiting room, staff would think I was shitting blood and then I’d get to the front of the queue and be seen quicker.

In my background research it appeared that, like myself, you were in Los Angeles area in the early 2000’s. We never crossed paths, but I wonder if you have any stories, like myself. Who among the industry characters stands out in your mind and why?

Yeah, I had a great time in the USA, and met some fun people. However, I was so busy working, I barely found much time to socialize. I had some fun nights out with Mickey G. He stands out to me, as a true friend. Never wanted anything from me, and it was a pleasure to spend time hanging out with him. I also spent a lot of time with Dennis Hof (as an invited guest) up at the Bunny Ranch, in my downtime. America was a fantastic place for me to be for that 5 years or so, but it only accounts for a small part of my time in the business.   

Would you ever consider doing a celebrity endorsement for the use of probiotics to stop diarrhea? Or is that against your moral code? Do you have a moral code?

Why would I want to stop diarrhea??? I don’t think it’s morally wrong. Just a waste of a potentially fun evening! Do I have morals? Absolutely. One thing people will be able to say when I’m in my grave, is that I never cheated anyone, I never bad-mouthed anyone, and I never knowingly hurt anyone. Simple enough, but I’m proud to say it’s true. As for ‘Sexual Morality’, I say If it doesn’t hurt anyone, that everyone involved chooses to be there and they are of age, then knock yourselves out ! That’s pretty much how I have lived my life

Many sex industry workers keep the details of their career very private so have you ever had to explain to a civilian non-sex industry person the way you earn a living?    Roughly, what did you say?

Very much the opposite for me from Day One. I was always known as the porno guy, who had the real deal stuff. An open secret, even to the police. who every so often would kick my door in and damage beyond repair all my equipment. If I was brought in, I’d be out in the morning. Just police making the themselves look good. so I treated it as the cost of doing business. When my wife got into the business, we shouted it from the rooftops. After less than 6 months in the industry, she was up for AVN awards. While in the UK porn production was still illegal and seedy, my wife was an international STAR! We went to America for up to 3 Months at a time, where it was completely legal, and she was getting recognition at the top level possible, the AVNs were like the porno equivalent of the Oscars! So no. I’ve never been secretive nor needed to explain myself.

Almost everyone has at one time or another pooped their pants believing it was only a fart. This, one would think, would be a welcome surprise for you, so would the opposite be disappointing? Have you ever believed you were about to shit yourself and only received a disappointing fart?  How did you deal with the disappointment?

This is deeply philosophical isn’t it? To fart or not a fart? That is the question. No, I can’t say I’ve ever been disappointed by a fart, as a fart is halfway towards the ultimate goal, and I’m a glass half full kinda guy. My philosophy of life is that it’s better to have tried and to have failed, than to not have tried at all. That said though, at my age, and with all the years of practice, it’s kinda like male talent being able to achieve an erection under studio lights and a crowd of people. Not EVERYONE can do it, but if you can, you’ve got it made. Just like I can make ‘Heavy Pants’ pretty much to order !

What’s the most surprising and embarrassing things that you’ve learned since embarking down this path in your life?

I think, if I’m gonna be brutally honest, it’s the amount of ‘Straight Guys’ that just are not that straight. Don’t get me wrong. Nothing wrong with homosexual activity, but its just not for me. I have indeed tried it in the past, I’ve had a few experiments etc, but decided that it’s simply not for me. However the amount of guys for whom it IS a thing, yet they go out of their way to keep it a deep dark secret, has genuinely surprised me! Again, no judgement, I just never thought it was quite as widespread as it is. As for embarrassment? Remember, you are talking to a guy who actively soils himself in public, just to enjoy the reactions of those around him, so I don’t even know the meaning of the word! lol

Have you ever seen the face of Elvis Presley or something else just as interesting, in one of your turds?  Did you flush or bronze it?

Funnily enough, a few months ago, first thing in the morning, I DID see a face in one of my turds. It was my own ! I couldn’t believe just how realistic it looked. Then, I realized that I had been drinking heavily the night before, and passed out face down in a pile of my own poo. When I woke up, it was the first thing I saw, what an impression! Flush or Bronze? Neither, I just kept it for a few weeks but it dried up and disintegrated. The world can be such a cruel and heartless place: Thank God we have porn to cheer us all up !!!

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