November 11, 2009
Every day is the same...
I wake up exactly 5 minutes before the alarm rings. I get up.
After taking a shower I spend half hour shaving my body. It takes less now, since I'm getting more practice.
I go for a run. I can't afford to gain weight on this job. Two hours later I'm back on the shower.
This time I have to put up a fancy shirt and some shoes. Not that it matters much since they are dressing me up for the scenes.
"My name is Kyle and I'm an actor."
It would be great if I could introduce me like that.
Actually it goes much more on the lines of:
"My movie name is Law Jones and I'm a pornography actor, working in an small budget adult film company - the "Sexy Web", probably named in homage to the uncleaned movie sets we are forced to work on."
I fuck 3 girls a day that I never saw before and probably will never see them again. Yet I tell all of them that I love them. The script tells me so, anyway.
I joined this company after being fired from Vixen for refusing to be anally penetrated by a black man.
I'm in the business, so I guess this kind of offers would surface and haunt me anyway.
Today I'm fucking an ebony and two burnettes.
"Ebony" - Another invented word, like "African-american" designed to not hurt any made up sensitivity in this highly paranoid, moronic, capitalist, sue-easy society. I would just call her brown. Better yet, I wouldn't call her at all.
After 3 sex scenes, I'm officially "free" to attend the gym 2 or 3 hours to preserve my muscle lines.
Then I'm home just in time to sleep til next day.
Today my agent called me and asked me if there was something wrong with me. Apparently the producers have been complaining...
Bob: What's wrong Kyle? Today you spent a full minute jerking off to be able to cum on Katie. This is not like you! The producers are all over me asking questions... Do you have something on your mind ?
My shallow empty life, for instance. My unexplained dreams about another life, could be also.
Kyle: No Bob, I'm just fine. The girl was not in the right make up and she was not moving as she should. I wasn't excited.
I lied. I do that a lot recently.
Bob: Ohh, OK. I'll just tell them that and have they fix up better girls.
Then he went babbling about his life with Julia and that I should be dating more and all this crap.
Bob: You should go out more, catch some air... go to a movie!
I don't date anymore, Bob. The girls I meet on studio look at me as a co-worker and I despise them even worse. After I accepted that date with the Chinese chick and failed to perform when I had fucked her for 3 hours in that afternoon, I knew that I had no dating life in this job.
That probably explains why I dream about another life, where I'm a simple office clerk and I'm married to this blond girl. These dreams started just a month ago and they have been as realistic as it gets: I had a fight with my office manager, in a dream last week. Last night he came to apologize. On weekends I drive my blond wife 'Carol' to the beach and I count the stars with her.
They are becoming increasingly realistic and every morning I'm waking up more and more tired.
They are just dreams. probably my subconscious trying me to give up my lifestyle and settle for a more stable life..."
