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The Actual Magazine Release PartyNeed I say that the wrestling broads didn't show up?Forgive me. For those of you who are just tuning in, my previous installment was about the preparations for my magazine release party and the uncertain booking of a few ladies from Tempest, an "apartment wrestling" establishment here in Manhattan featured in my Tits & Abs Issue. I made a last-ditch attempt to reach someone there at 4:00 Thursday afternoon. The party was scheduled to begin at 6:00. When I wound up with the answering machine instead of a human being, I whined into the phone how unprofessional it was to not return phone calls or agree to be included in promotional materials and then not follow through. Eventually, Mr. Tempest picked up the phone. "Good morning," he croaked. May I remind you, it was 4:00 pm. During our rather heated conversation, I was told that he has nothing to do with the business. Swell. He was the one my partner had spoken with--and made the agreement with."Do you have a way to get the mat down there?" he asked me. Irritated beyond belief, I barked "Perhaps if you or your wife had returned my phone calls earlier I could have made arrangements, but the party is now only two hours away." Needless to say, there were no wrestling babes at the bash. But only a few desperate submissives missed them. I advised that they give Tempest a call to register their displeasure. Everyone else thoroughly enjoyed the cheap beer and free smut. The abundant supply of porn videos was eagerly snatched up and smuggled out in briefcases. Magazines were quickly crammed into backpacks. More adventurous souls bravely scratched and sniffed the scratch and sniff, making disgusted faces that didn't exactly inspire me to stick my nose into the magazine. It's supposed to smell like stinky feet and I don't find that aroma particularly stimulating. Everyone loved the rest of the mag though, marveling at the muscle-bound publisher of Muscle Elegance, curiously analyzing the artistic and oddly headless black and white photos by Brian Moss, ogling the flexed instep of centerfold model Tammy Lee. And I received enough compliments to make it seem worth all the headaches. Jill Matthews, the foxy boxin' broad interviewed in the issue, performed with her back-up band, to the delight of the hard drinkin' crowd. And she graciously chatted up all the boxing fans between songs. The numerous networking opportunities made the party even more of a success. Leg Show Editor Dian Hanson showed up with one of her photographers in tow, so now I have a new source of smiles and spread legs. The Baroness, one of New York's most visible slave wranglers, made a grand entrance, decked out in her signature latex and I introduced her to a few prospective submissives. The kinkier Click + Drag crowd braved the rock 'n' roll bar ambiance and khaki-clad hoi polloi to demonstrate their support. Illustrators, writers, performance artists and musicians offered themselves up for my future endeavors, be they live, online or in print. And a few folks even made romantic connections. I know of more than one date that resulted from the soiree--the true sign of a successful event! The biggest feather in my cap, however, was the appearance of Brittany Andrews, a bonifide porn star, accompanied by her charming boyfriend. She and I had spent the previous day together at Anneli Adolfsson's studio, shooting the cover and centerfold for the upcoming Smoking Issue. (I'll be sharing that story with you next week!) We'd had a great time and I'd invited her to the party, never expecting her to actually show up! Well, she did, in a sexy, slinky pastel slip dress that matched her new pink hair. No one was more thrilled than Handsome Dick, the proprietor and barkeep, and he insisted on having his picture taken with "the porn star." Everyone else was just mildly impressed. She and her charming boyfriend were still there when I left, sometime after midnight, exhausted and all porned out. I've provided a few photos of the evening for your enjoyment. If you'd like to see more of Brittany, check out www.brittanyandrews.com. And click in next week to hear about our photo shoot. [Written in the late '90s...I think!] |
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