First Ron Jeremy introduces me to his German porn
star/dancer/roommate, then he gets me to kiss her, then he tries to get me to
show them both my tit (not happening.) This becomes a recurring theme. I mean
has Ron Jeremy not seen enough tits? Then my esteemed guest starts giving me
what he says will be a non-sexual massage, but gets too distracted to answer
questions. Then he starts tickling me (watch out for sudden volume spikes) and
there is a perfect Kafka/Kauffman-esque moment where he is telling me there is
nothing wrong with the porn business as I’m getting progressively more grossed
out with the “massage” even though I have all my clothes on. We adjourn to the other room to start talking
about MILFs vs. Barely Legal, what his family thinks about porn, and why he
never had kids. Also if he ever felt like the “gift” was all he had going for
Ron Jeremy says he is a “pack-rat” but not a “hoarder” and also
admits his biggest addiction (which may or may not surprise you.) He talks
about his popularity vs. Jenna Jameson’s (all the while still trying to get me
to show him my boob) then about the need for chaperones for rock stars and porn
actors, capping it off with a story about a porn star on party drug GHB. We ascertain that I am kinkier than he is and
he calls me “the female Ron Jeremy” which better be a quote for my next book! Ever wondered if porn stars watch porn? Well here’s
your chance to answer that question, plus whether you can fuck your way into a
We talk about Hollywood roasts and how his life changed
after his aortic aneurism in 2012, which leads him to reminisce about ex-girlfriends.
We then start Googling Ron’s first ex-girlfriend (she’s in his book), which
he’s never done because he has a flip phone and doesn’t go online. We discuss
the future of the world is it pertains to being a neo-Luddite, conspiracy
theories on 9/11 and then Ron tells me a never before publically shared story
about Larry Flynt’s daughter Theresa Flynt. He rounds it out with a harmonica
performance, including “Waltzing Matilda,” for my former Australian homeland.
Jeremy- Renaissance Man, poet, cocksman, and jester. He is a dichotomy- brash yet
insecure, endowed with more than most men, yet needy, a filthy perv who is also
a sincerely great friend. Too bad he's never going to see my boobs...