We Did Porn

"Then I would call it 'Who Killed Tina DiVine?' or 'Who Killed Max Clamm?' and all my observations about porn could be wrapped around that death and loaded with the sexy intensity of true crime," Smith writes.

Tina DiVine, who shares certain characteristics with Joanna Angel, is one of dozens of second degree pseudonyms Smith employs in the book. He uses this method, he explains, to remind readers and himself that "there is probably more to them than I managed to see or record."

But, save for some anonymous porn performer in Berlin, no one dies in this book, and so the reader struggles with Smith (nom de porn: Zak Sabbath) on an as-it-happens examination of this "detour" through the pornimondes of Los Angeles, Brooklyn, Vegas, Berlin, and Barcelona, as the narrator serves up judgment on what he's figuring out.

Smith's perspective as a porn tourist (we are all porn tourists unless we are Jack Fuchsmore/Max Hardcore) is one of such precision, wit, and education that one can coast through most of "We Did Porn" before realizing that it can be as heartless and passionless as an episode of "Family Guy" or a fucking machine.

Take this observation of attendees at the annual Adult Entertainment Expo:

These bumblers in lines, programmers, two-handed clutchers, these bloggers with their pictures near breasts, these meatstacks, sad-sacks, these weezing mouth-breathers, nodding Cro-Magnons, ghost-costume-sized hip-hop shirt roamers, these collectors, these enthusiasts, pederasts, Ozzytees, these waist-touchers, wasted brokers, jokers, grinners, tit-seekers, watchers, these bulky humans and beanpoles processed in bulk, these barn-door-sized target audiences, these red bosses and red employees and simultaneous electronics-convention attendees, these men, these fat-ass motherfuckers in their bloatiness and massy fat pants. Whatever, civilians.

Smith spends most of a wildly entertaining discourse on porn and art and pornographers and/as opposed to artists masturbating over the heads of masturbators with deft references to Cthulhu, Boba Fett, and "Blade Runner."

It is only as Smith/Sabbath encounters - and falls in love with - Candy Crushed/Mandy Morbid and Osbie Feel/Benny Profane, and learns to admire the work of Gina Giles/Kimberly Kane and Rob Chuckle/Bob Coulter that we find a little humanizing joy in that (as Smith describes a late night Vegas Coco's discussion with fellow travelers such as Auspicia Clay/See If You Can Guess) "sauna of listless hate" that might have been this book.

Not that a memoir of a pornographer's life should be touching. "We Did Porn" accurately describes America in the Zeros for a lot of people, and Smith can go from macro (the 2008 election) to micro (naked girls on his collapsing bed suggesting goddesses of a 1500-year-old sculptor's wet dream) as fast as the burst of pleasure and relief that is the backbone of an industry that employs thousands and serves millions.

"We Did Porn" is a satisfyingly weighty 500 pages of Taschen-textured text and art that name-checks (sort of) many people beloved of Fleshbot readers ("Tasha Rey," "Monty Pentagram" - I was there for Smith's first movie) and does a great job explaining Zak Smith (and his friends; remember the "We" in the title) to himself and their world to you.

· Zak Smith (zaksmith.com)
· Buy "We Did Porn: Memoir And Drawings" (amazon.com)

(Don't worry, we'll have a review of the book for you soon. The porn monkeys are feverishly digesting their copies as you read this!)

· Barely Legal Whores Get Gang-F***ed (therumpus.net)

Straight from the red carpet of the AVN Awards, here our some of our favorite (and not so favorite) fashion choices. We'll let you decide which is which.

· AVN Awards (avnawards.com)

The plot, such as it is, involves Our Mandy being punished for past misdeeds she cannot recall by an evil (and diabolically horny) hospital staff. It seems that Mandy and her con artist boyfriend (played by Fleshbot superhero and Mandy's real-life beau Zak Sabbath) did some Bad Things which earned Mandy a semi-private room in the hospital of the title, where her doctor tells her she's to undergo treatment for being a "drug addict and a sexual deviant". Not one to let other people decide what's best for her or her body, Mandy jams a pencil into his skull: "No one fucks with me! I just want to go home!" She is then rescued by her boyfriend and the two celebrate her homecoming with a hot threeway with Coco Velvett. And that's pretty much it. End credits.

So we have to say that "Hospital" wasn't nearly as dark and ominous as the box cover led us to expect. But here's the good part: it isn't pretentious either. To its credit, the movie doesn't take itself seriously at all: everyone seems to be having an absolute hoot playing doctor and/or nurse—especially the delightful Caroline Pierce, who has a grand old time in a supply room with fellow bad nurse Sochee Mala and a strapon while Mandy watches confusedly (and turned on-edly) from a shower stall. (And we can't even begin to describe how we feel about hot newcomer Marie McCray, so we won't even try. Let's just say hot and dizzy are the least of our symptoms.)

It's the kind of hospital we certainly wouldn't mind checking in to for a while, so long as we weren't just tied to the bed or had a hole drilled into our skulls or anything. Too bad we're pretty sure our insurance wouldn't cover our stay.

The "Hospital" DVD includes extras like a making-of documentary and a bonus featurette, "Mandy Morbid's Trepanation Video". No, we have not watched it yet.

"Hospital" hits the shelves this week.

• VividAlt (vividalt.com)
• Order: "Hospital" (Adult DVD Empire)

· Benny Profane (profanepirate.com)
· Stagger Lee (gramponante.com)
· Adam & Eve (adameve.com)
· Buy "Bullets & Burlesque" (gamelink.com)

Spice Networks, a filthy little division of Playboy, threw a party for the release of Zenova Braeden's "The Taunting" last night in Hollywood. On hand were star Lystra and the multitalented Aiden Starr, who served as costumer for the movie.

Lystra was made up (in the film) to look like Sadako from "Ringu" and she was so frightened by the poster that she said she was going to hang it facing the wall. Lystra is intriguing. Last time we met Lystra, she was in a cage.

Reenacting a scene from "Evil Head" were Gia Paloma and Tommy Pistol. "Your hair looks different," I observed. "I wore a wig!" she pointed out. Last time we met Gia, she was in a cage.

New Los Angeles residents Zak Sabbath and Mandy Morbid share a kiss by the candelabra. It's like I wasn't even there. "Hey John and Yoko, give peace a chance!"

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Like you, I have a little crush on Page Morgan, who is just six months younger than I am. She appears in New York deviant Porno Jim's movie "Hookin' Up," about an underground loft party (see? Crazy Brooklyn kids live in lofts underground!) gone horribly awry, if awry meant smothered in flesh and Ladyparts^TM.

Manhattan's MI-5 will host the pre-release party next Tuesday, May 22. The first 200 attendees will receive a goodie bag (being prepared now) and everyone is encouraged to "wear something sexy," which invalidates the movie's website's unfair attacks of L.A.-based porn—here, we don't need to be told to wear sexy things.

"Hookin' Up" also features loftmadel Riley Mason as well as Zak Sabbath and Tommy Pistol. - GP

· "Hookin' Up" (hookinupthemovie.com)

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Premieres, charity events, and high-profile think pieces. This week Porn Valley became, for a few moments, the sex-positive, daring, and thoughtful place its boosters would have you believe it is the rest of the year, but isn't, (especially yesterday).

Above is the delightful Ava Rose Hollywooding up the place.

Join us for a "Voluptuous Life", a Stack o' Lee, and the definitive spelling of Nicki Hunter after the gap. - GP

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What are the odds of having two Fleshbot favorites in the same photograph, eating Valentine's candy out of each other's mouths, no less? Here are April Flores and Kimberly Kane at the "Alter Ego: Voluptuous Life" premiere.

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Nicki Hunter gently corrected my constant spelling of her first name with two Ks, as if she were in Motley Crue or something. Here she is at a benefit in her honor, looking fabulous and bewigged. She is ciurrently undergoing another round of chemotherapy.

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Zak Sabbath and Marie Luv, the former a sensitive artist and the latter a woman who makes the most provocative noises while having sex, on the set of Benny Profane's "Stagger Lee".

Sasha Grey from the same set, making 1832 Missouri seem so much more appealing somehow.

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