Transcript

Hello and welcome to episode 6! The long-awaited episode 6. I took a couple weeks off… uh, just, life getting in the way… but, um…

Oh and also I am a little more casual today. I just got back from the pool, took a shower, had a little bit to eat and, you know… I gotta get this done because I have let another week get by me and I… I know that I don’t need to keep to a schedule but I want to so… I am gonna hop right in here.

So, let’s… let’s continue.

This is going to be another one with some wild stories. Next episode, things may get a bit more serious, but I still don’t think I’ve adequately expressed how crazy things got at one time… and besides just being fun to talk about, I think it’s important because one thing you have to remember is that I was very young when all this began. I was just 20 years old when those first photos were posted so I have very much felt like the internet and I grew up together.

I did have 20 years of life before it, but it was all in the process of coming together in those years, as well… and, I was still very much a blank slate in a lot of ways in those early days… just like the internet. So, the one thing that’s hard to describe to people that have had a different life experience… which is almost everybody… is how *normal* all this felt to me. Still feels to me.

It’s actually surprising to me that I have made it to episode 6 without mentioning that my birthday is December 25th. I’ve always kind of liked having my birthday on Christmas. It made me feel special in a way, I guess. I know it doesn’t really, but, you know…

When people ask me what it’s like to have your birthday on Christmas, I want to reply, “What’s it like not having your birthday on Christmas?” It’s just my reality. One of my favorite movie lines comes from, “The Truman Show.” It’s when Christof is asked why Truman never tried to break through the boundaries of his world before and Christof replied, “We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented.”

It’s kind of the whole point of this podcast; To show you my world. My reality. You may find it unbelievable that I did these things but I sort of find it unbelievable that you haven’t done things like this.

That said, I do understand how out-there some of these things are… it’s why I think it’s a good story… but, I just want you to remember that you can get used to just about anything, if you do it enough.

Anyway, some of the biggest parties we hosted were our anniversary parties. After returning from Atlanta, the next party we organized was one in celebration of our website’s 3rd anniversary.

While we had been posting on the internet before then, we always celebrated October 1, 1995 as our official start date, since that was the date we debuted the actual website.

October 1st was already a special date for us, anyway. On October 1, 1993, I made my first credit card purchase ever: A motel room where Dave and I had sex for the first time.

Now it was 1998, and we actually knew a guy who ran a “cybercafe” in downtown Baltimore called, “The Strand” who offered us the run of the place for the party, no charge (they would make plenty at the bar).

That first party seemed huge, even though it was dwarfed by future ones. There were about 20 guys there, along with me, Dave, and Simple.

It also ended up being a surprise birthday party for me. Dave knew how my birthday always gets lost in the holidays so he contacted everybody we already knew and set it up. It was early October, so I was definitely surprised! If a little confused, at first…

After opening gifts and having cake and all, Simple and I got topless and started posing with fans behind the bar for what we called “lucky guy” pics.

One of the most common phrases Dave heard during that time was, “You’re a lucky guy!” So, this was a way of spreading that luck around, I guess. Everyone was always respectful. I might even get annoyed at times: I told you it’s OK to touch my boobs! Stop asking!

Our next anniversary party took place in that same cyber-cafe. We were actually going to have it in our apartment complex’s community center but at the last minute, higher-ups in the community figured out what our website was about and refused us service. Luckily, “The Strand” stepped in and saved the day! They even put butcher paper up over all the windows this time so it would be a truly private party.

So, we did everything we could to let people know where the party had moved to. I think we got at least almost everybody. I still feel bad if anyone missed out, though.

Things had exploded to a point that we knew that this party was going to be big. So, to keep some kind of control, we actually mailed out physical invitations to people that they would have to show at the door to get in. I was so stressed out leading up to that party. I think I forgot to eat for a few days before it, and I was having some sort of episode when it all began. We bought these big subs from Subway that nobody ate but me, but at least once I ate, I was finally able to calm down.

We had over a dozen webgirls join us for it. We had topless karaoke.

Somebody drove their fancy red motorcycle into the bar for the girls to pose on.

The group photos from that night are crazy.

A fan also gave me my favorite toy ever that night: the “eroscillator.” It was endorsed by Dr. Ruth and I still have it. I first learned about it from a lady named Jane who ran a site called JanesGuide.com… and, we actually met up with her and her partner at the time in Vegas and she let me borrow her eroscillator… and, I was like, I need to have one of these. So, I think I posted about how much I loved it and, so a nice fan bought it for me and brought it to the party.

I still use it. It’s my “old faithful.” I actually used to call my first vibrator my “old faithful” but I ultimately auctioned that off for a 9/11 benefit and the eroscillator is still going strong. It’s plug-in, no batteries needed… I just gotta put this one piece back in that’s always falling out, and it still works. So, I think it’s earned that title.

Anyway, it was a great party.

Then, the next year, I decided to try and keep things a bit more low-key. We had decided to get married on October 1, 2000, so the anniversary party would be a bit before that (I think it was held in August).

We chose to have it in the bar/arcade area of our local bowling alley. We didn’t do invitations this time and didn’t even promote it that much. I just felt like we should do something for our 5th anniversary, but I was already losing my mind over planning the wedding.

Well, as I often do, I underestimated things, again. We had even more webgirls, more fans, more everything… it was completely insane.

Of course, I had to make sure we got some group photos. I asked everyone to join me over by the glass case where they would give out arcade prizes. I intended to just pose in front of it. I did not intend for people to start climbing on the cases, but I had completely lost control by then.

I’m still surprised the establishment never charged us for the damage done. The case had cracks in it for months to come after that. I felt so bad about it. I guess they made good money when we hosted parties, though (especially this night), and decided to let it slide. It wasn’t even the last party we hosted there.

The only thing they did do at one point is ask us to chill it with the nudity. They were OK when it was just quick flashing but people were starting to get a little too comfortable. I remember making an announcement for everyone to stop. getting. naked. PLEASE. Then about 5 minutes later, I see one of the girls just walking completely naked through the bar… and, I think that’s when I decided, maybe we need to wrap this up.

So, we started going around and privately inviting people back to the after-party. We couldn’t just invite everyone this time. Our apartment was about 1100 sq. ft and there had been about 100 people at our 4-year party. We didn’t take an official count but this party seemed to be at least double the size of the last one.

So we decided to keep it to people we already knew. That was still too much, but I was just hoping for the best at this point. I know one guy, who we had never met before (so, was not invited back) had brought a cake. He came up to me and said, “So this is it?” And sheepishly, I said, “Well, I guess…” So he said, OK, handed me the cake, and walked out. I felt so bad, but…

When Dave and I returned home, I saw that the hallway of our building was absolutely jam-packed with people. To their credit, everyone was being completely silent. It was almost eerie. Still, we had to ask for people to clear a path since we were the ones with the keys to the front door.

Then the party really started.

There were people having sex all over the place. You could barely move. We had to have the most tolerant neighbors ever because we never got any complaints. And people were being none too quiet, especially that girl who had been walking around naked in the bar. She was very loudly having sex with a few people.

The only reaction we did get from one of our neighbors was a guy from downstairs who knocked on my door a few days later and asked if he could please be invited to the next one.

I even found out much later that at least one of our neighbors just wandered in that night, too. The lady who lived right next to us. She was kind of a 40-something barfly-type.

Funny side story: One day after this party, I had been busy working on stuff in my office. I wasn’t in a great mood, to begin with for some reason, and when she knocked on my door, I became even more annoyed. I was not in the mood to deal with her so when I opened the door to see her standing there with some guy behind her, I barely even glanced at the guy. I can’t even remember what I said exactly, and you know, I was trying to not be rude but, I just basically said I’m sorry, I’m busy, and closed the door on them.

The next day, I found out who the guy with her was: A local weather guy named Marty Bass. I had watched him on TV since I was a little girl, hoping that it would snow and the schools would be closed. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize him, but at the same time, I didn’t really look. I just assumed he was another of the many men that she had going in and out. No judgments, but he kind of was. It’s just that he also happened to be a fan of mine and had wanted to meet me. Oops.

After that party, a few things happened: Apparently, a reporter from Baltimore’s City Paper was there. I don’t think he ever talked to me, but he wrote a whole article about the party. Well, the bar portion, anyway. He wouldn’t have been invited back. (Oh my god, maybe he was the guy with the cake! Probably not.)

That actually led to us being interviewed on the Kirk, Mark, and Lopez morning show on 98 Rock.

All of this before the wedding.

Oh and somewhere in there we had the Nude Olympics. It was just this thing we did on this guy’s farm who let a bunch of us webgirls run all over the place, horseback riding, playing baseball, badminton, and more, completely naked.

It wasn’t just us that made a big deal of the whole website anniversaries, either. In April of 1999, O was celebrating the 3rd anniversary of her website. She and her partner had since moved from Tampa, Florida to Lake Havasu, Arizona. It was shaping up to be a big to-do, so we bought our plane tickets and headed west!

We had already been over that way earlier in the year, for a convention taking place in Vegas in January. We flew into the Vegas airport again, but this time we were meeting up with O and her partner Lance along with Celeste and her husband, who were flying in, as well. We had planned to all stay overnight in Vegas, in this huge suite that O and Lance had reserved.

Before that, though, we had a bar meet planned at a Vegas bar. No guests actually showed up… at least that we knew of… because after a short time, we were asked to leave because word was, the bar knew about our websites and that we were planning to meet up there. While we had no intentions of being inappropriate at the bar, the nature of our websites was enough to get us kicked out. We got kicked out of a bar in Vegas for being sinful people, I guess. I wish I could remember the name of that place. I think it had some kind of cow theme.

Anyway, we decided to just go back to the hotel and hang out, the six of us. We took a few photos out on the balcony but mostly we just chilled.

The next morning, we stopped by a Jack-in-the-Box drive-thru. It was my first time experiencing Jack-in-the-Box… I can’t say I really remember anything about the meal, but it was cool just to go to a place I’d only heard about on tv/radio. It was kind of like the time I saw a Circle K for the first time. I was even more excited about that because I’d had no idea it existed outside of the Bill and Ted universe, until I saw one.

We flashed at the “Welcome to California” sign since we had to pass through the state briefly on our way from Vegas to Havasu. Still my only visit to California to date. Perhaps someday I’ll see more of it than the highway which, by the way, was noticeably in worse shape than it had been in Nevada. Just an observation.

We got to their place and settled in. The next day, O had planned a hike out to the lake. We all met up and there ended up being 7 webgirls total (plus all the partners and I think a few extra people). I can’t remember who suggested it, but we (the girls) all got naked, posed for a few pics, and then started our hike, with our partners carrying our clothes and stuff.

O led us on this long-ass hike through the desert. I remember she kept saying, “I think it’s just over this next dune.” And I now had the perfect opening for one of my favorite lines from the film Spaceballs and I shouted, “You said that three dunes ago!” (As it often does, my comic genius went unappreciated.)

Along the way, many photos were taken.

Seven naked girls hiking in the desert made for quite the sight. However, we didn’t come across another soul.

After what felt like an eternity, we finally made it to Lake Havasu. It was beautiful.

We were in a secluded alcove… nobody but a goat climbing up one of the giant rocks, around to see… and everybody gratefully jumped into the water.

We take some photos and rest for a bit, but soon we decide to head back. Not many pictures were taken on the way back… I don’t know about everyone else, but I was exhausted. Hiking through the desert is tough! You’re slogging through sand, and I can’t say I had the best footwear for this. One of the bad things about having so many photos taken of you is you get to see all the bad fashion choices you made in the past. (And don’t get me started on the perm.)

When we all finally made it back to O and Lance’s house, I went to bed. We had an air mattress in O’s office and that’s pretty much the last thing I remember that day. I knew there was supposed to be a big house party that night and everybody, including Dave, had a crazy, wild night… and I slept through the whole thing.

The next morning, though, I was nice and refreshed. I even did a shoot in the shower with a couple of other webgirls.

Dave and I did take it easy that day, though. I think there were others that went out and rented jet skis but the most exciting thing we did that day was show off our skills playing $100,000 Pyramid.

The next day, though, O and Lance had rented a houseboat for all of us to go out on. It took forever for it to get brought around and I remember chatting with some guys about accents. I had never thought I had an accent before, but they said I did.

Finally, the boat arrives and we headed out on the water. Everybody’s having a great time. I went swimming around the boat…

Dave got on a jet ski and I hopped on the back for a bit…

Before long, though, I was spending the rest of the day inside the boat. I can’t say I’ve always been the most careful with sunscreen. I may very well live to regret it someday, but I just don’t think about it most of the time.

I don’t generally burn easily. I had spent almost the entire day hiking naked through the desert, and I’d barely gotten any kind of tan. A couple of hours on the water, though, and I was in Lobster City.

I always have a way of learning things the hard way.

I came back up top as the sun was going down, though, and that’s when things started to get wild again. Dave and I retreated fairly quickly, though, because he felt like he was being pressured to perform.

Performing in front of other people is the one thing most guys don’t consider when thinking that being a porn star is a great way to get laid.

We also got into a bit of a tiff with Lance because they had planned to spend the night on the boat, but we had not known that. I was personally OK with it, but Dave had not brought his rum with us. Dave was very meticulous in what and how much he would drink. It was his way of maintaining at least an illusion of control. He did seem very functional but I’ve also come to believe that Dave is immortal. I know he’s not but again, how that boy is still alive….

Anyway, they brought us back, and everyone went to bed. The next morning, the plan for the day was to go to this bar out in the middle of nowhere.

We took some photos there, and then out on a deserted stretch of road… naked girls on top of Lance’s BMW, with all the guys taking turns posing behind the wheel, and all that.

Oh and somewhere in there, there was a big gathering (although not really a party)... I’m suddenly reminded of the antipasto lady… but, whatever… that’s not the point. The point is that it was a gathering, it was nine webgirls in all that participated in a daisy chain/orgy. And yes, me included. Dave also got his favorite “lucky guy” pic ever during that. It was a heck of a thing…

OK, I think that about wraps it up for now but, yeah, there’s more next week. Again, it may have some more serious undertones at least but, as with everything with that time, it was all tied into this crazy lifestyle we were leading. So, it’s not all serious.

As always, though, please like, subscribe, all that good stuff… tell me in the comments what you think or if you have any questions… and, I’ll see you next week!

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