Thoughts On “Bobbi Violates San Francisco”

San Francisco and Los Angeles are in the same state, but they might has well be on the opposite ends of the world.

Last week in Los Angeles, a friend of mine was telling me how it was a very warm and balmy 80+ degrees. It was a near-summer day which, while a bit strange for February, was not unheard of. People were in shorts, T-shirts and sometimes less.

In San Francisco it was cold. But then again, cold is a constant. Reiterating Mark Twain's quote about summer in San Francisco ("The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." — which according to Snopes.com he didn't really say) is a more literate way of saying, "Cold enough for you?"

Los Angeles is a magnet for the beautiful people. In the same way, San Francisco attracts the artsy and bohemian-minded.
Ultimately, that's what differentiates porn from Los Angeles from porn made in San Francisco (never Frisco — unless you want to be drawn and quartered on Market Street in the middle of the Folsom Street Fair). Porn in Los Angeles is the bizarro world of Hollywood with the same egos and need for fame, albeit on the small scale. San Francisco's porn scene is somehow organic and grows out of its history of beat writers and individualism.

This is why I was anxious to shoot "Bobbi Violates San Francisco."

Since I was born not too far from San Francisco, I knew my way around the city, and because I'm a director at Kink, I knew which performers would be open to doing hardcore. (Most of the porn performers in San Francisco identify as being either Tops or bottoms, who don't necessarily do so-called "traditional" boy/girl. There's also, of course, a large contingent of gay performers, who are neither here or there for my purposes.)

There's a strong tradition of producers shooting movies that are supposed to be set somewhere, say Detroit, when in actuality it's shot on a set somewhere in the Valley. In other cases, they'll call a website something like RealVegasSluts.com, but they'll fly out girls from L.A. Yes, I know, it's shocking — if you can't trust a porn company, who can you trust?

I had Sparky Sin Claire, Audrey Rose, Princess Donna, Dylan Ryan, Beretta James, Krysta Kaos, Jessie Cox and Vivienne Del Rio — all very un-L.A. performers — lined up for the shoot.

When most gonzo scenes start, there's a couple of things you can be sure of. There's going to be a sofa, the girl will have an awkward, goofy smile (if she's new) and the guy behind the camera will ask her, "Hey, what's your name?"

In the scenes in "Bobbi Violates San Francisco," things are a little more cerebral. I ask them to play a word association game with me.

?What they say is a window into their soul.

Me: Fucking?
Jessie Cox: Horny.

Jessie proves how horny she is, gagging and slobbering all over cock (which I also partake) before being pummeled in the ass (which I also take part in).

Me: Fresh?
Audrey Rose: Meat.

Meat is on Audrey's mind as she gleefully eats the dick penetrating my ass in some very dirty, filthy ass to mouth, then loses herself in some assfucking.

Me: Anal sex?
Sparky Sin Claire: Awesome.

Sparky's answer could also be used to describe how she takes an amazing quantity of black cock up her ass, then her reaction when it's my turn on the dick.

Me: Pussy?
Vivienne Del Rio: Meow.

The funny thing is that Vivienne likes it in the ass as much as she likes it in the pussy. We play tag team with a cock in our butts, and in the end her if her pussy's saying "meow," it's for lack of attention.

Me: Gaping?
Krysta Kaos: Enormous.

Coincidentally enough, Krysta does have an enormous gape.

Me: San Francisco?
Dylan Ryan: Home.

While Dylan calls the city by the bay home, the same could be said with the sort of familiarity she has with a dick in her ass. But then again, I've always considered the Bay Area home, and I've always considered my ass a home for wayward cock.

Me: Fresh?
Beretta James: Tomatoes.

I think she's really talking about the size of her breasts. But even if she has a fixation on the size of her tits, it doesn't stop her from enjoying anal sex or eating my ass when I'm getting fucked. Then again, maybe she associates tomatoes with ass?

Me: Butthole.
Princess Donna: (Nervous laugh.)

Despite her name, she doesn't fuck like royalty. She takes it up the butt like a seasoned pro off the Tenderloin. She also enjoys watching me get sexed up the ass like a dirty pervert.

Now it's your turn to play the game. My word for you? "Bobbi Violates San Francisco." Watch and let me know what comes to your mind.

This post is a part of Fleshbot's Bobbi Starr Week. Buy "Bobbi Violates San Francisco."