Monday, July 27, 2009


I am so proud of my new interview site. In it's first three days it has had over 600 hits. I guess that is pretty good for a new site that has barely gotten any publicity. Luckily, all of the stars I have asked for an interview have agreed too! I couldn't believe it. The feedback has been more than I ever expected. I'm not making a cent off of the interviews. I do it because I love it and I want people to see a different side of the stars other than just being pretty faces or asking them about their latest DVD's or photo-shoots.

Now I have a dilemma, which banner should I use for the site. Please help me decide. I can't make up my mind. Please post a comment and let me know which one you prefer, the first or the second.

I really can't decide, so I need your help. Grrrrr... I hate the trivial decisions. I guess it is up to you to decide.

Thanks guys! And please be sure to read a comment on the interviews at Your comments are very important to me. They help be grow as an interviewer, plus the stars being interviewed love to check out the comments too. It means a lot to them.

Thanks again!

Thursday, July 23, 2009


For those of you that remember. I used to interview gay adult entertainers for Pierre Fitch's site, I have created a new site; Here I have reposted the interviews from before and plan to add many more. I am expecting a call from Jesse Santana momentarily. As promised I will post our conversation; however, it will be posted on my new site.

So for those who have not had a chance to read the interviews, you are in for a treat. And for those of you who read them the first time, I'm sure you will enjoy getting to know your favorite stars all over again.



Wednesday, July 22, 2009


I checked my voice mail today and had an unexpected call from the amazingly hot Jesse Santana. I haven't spoken to him since New Year's Eve, so you can imagine my surprise. I returned his call this afternoon. I continue to be struck by how genuinely sweet and seemingly shy he is. He was calling to ask a little favor of me. I'm not going to say what it is right now. You will have to wait until tomorrow. Don't worry, it will be worth the wait. Jesse has been a busy boy. I'm thrilled that he thought of me, and I can't wait to share everything with you tomorrow. I know... the anticipation is killing me too, but I don't know everything myself, so I we are all in the same boat here. All I can say is that it is something big, so be sure to stop back by.

Talk to you tomorrow!

Saturday, July 18, 2009


Anyone who really knows me knows that I have an unquenchable love of kink and leather. Maybe that's the reason I am so drawn to Wolf Hudson, the King of Kink. Wolf has demonstrated time and time again that he knows how to make a scene hot and push the envelope of kink, without entering the realm of disgusting. Yes, there is kinky, and then there is. "what the hell are you doing with that goat?!"

Is it because he can pull of wearing leather like no one else? Is it because he has mastered talking dirty down to a science? Is it because he is forceful and dominant? Or is is because under all of this he is one of the sweetest and funniest guys ever.

We have been following each other on Twitter for a while. He continues to keep me laughing. The banter back and forth between him and his best friend, Rob Romoni, and his enthusiasm for life keep me coming back.

Wolf is probably one of the biggest Michael Jackson fans ever. He is a remarkable dancer and credits his love for dance to The King of Pop. So when news broke of Jackson's death my first thought went to my friend, Wolf. I knew a part of him died that day too. He tried to get tickets to Jakson's funeral at the Staples Center in LA, but was unable to. Fortunately a fan scored two tickets for him. I know this meant the world to Wolf; to be able to say a final farewell to his idol.

Wolf has is now directing quite a bit and has signed as a Cocky Boys exclusive. He continues to produce some of the highest quality work in porn, but his life is not all about porn. He has an amazing life story. He has several siblings from a father who seemed to have multiple encounters with other women. A short while back he located a sister he never knew he had, and more recently located a brother on Facebook. He's had his ups and downs, but through it all he has come out on top.

Wolf recently hosted the 2009 Grabby Awards in Chicago. There were several stars nominated, but through the votes and support of his fans he won the coveted honor. I have seen many of the clips on youtube and from all accounts he did an amazing job.

I wish Wolf all the luck in the future. He has certainly been an inspiration to me and to countless others, not just through his porn work, but through his blogs as well. He may be the King of Kink, but hhe is definitely one of the most down to earth, coffee chugging, people I have ever known.

Keep up the good work Wolf. We love you, babe!

Friday, July 17, 2009


Ugh... will the rain ever go away? This has been on of the wettest summers on record for the east coast of North America. Normally this time of year we are battling a drought. This year we are battling flash-floods. My friend Robert from Australia has been telling me about the drought they have been having for about a decade. He says that there are kids who have not seen a significant rainfall in their lives. I wish I could send some of this rain his way.

Today as I was leaving work a sudden storm came out of nowhere with rain blowing completely sideways. Traffic lights were blowing in the wind, trees were being uprooted and suddenly all of the power went out in the city. I could not see more than one care length in front of me. After about 10 minutes it went as fast as it came. Now the sun is out and there is not a cloud in the sky. This has been typical for this summer so far.

My friends in Montreal have been consumed by this unusually wet weather as well. Come on, give us a break. Is there a weather fairy we need to appease? Is it too much to ask for a nice clear week?

I'm trading in my car for a hovercraft this weekend. It's either that or build an ark.

Thursday, July 16, 2009


I used to laugh at the Twitter-holics. Can't people find a better use for their time? It seemed like a way stalking had just become easier. Now I have to admit I think I have a Twitter problem. I first realized it when someone was sitting in front of my desk discussing something important with me and I was checking Twitter on my iPhone while holding it under my desk. It's a sickness.

If Facebook is the crack of the internet, Twitter is the heroin. I don't really have an addictive personality. When I quit smoking, I just set them down and walked away. I've always prided myself in being able to resist addiction. What the hell happened? Do I really need to tell the universe my random thoughts and give witty replies to others' tweets? Apparently so.

Although I find myself in love with Twitter now, I think there are some who have a more serious problem than I do. I think a lot of them tweet so much that they forget the whole world can read what they are posting. If they only realized I'm sure they would think before they tweet. Some of the celebrities are the worst. They actually make plans with their friends on Twitter, letting every lunatic in the world know when and where they are going to be. Smart, really smart. It's like a TMZ magnet.

I keep about four windows open on my browser at all times; my email, this blog, another random blog, and Twitter. There could be worse things I guess. It started as a guilty pleasure reading others' thoughts. Now I can't get enough. It's like breathing. I was in a restaurant tonight with business associates and could not wait to get the hell out of there so I could check twitter. Now that's sick! Even as I write this I am pausing every 30 seconds to check Twitter and make the occasional tweet. Is there a rehab program for this?

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


What a week I had last week. On Friday I arrived in Montreal to visit Pierre Fitch. I should have been at his place by noon, but customs had other plans. The line to get through customs was over a half mile long and after waiting 3 hours I thought I was going to piss in my pants. As the Canadian border agent asked me the standard questions (where are you from, where are you going, are you bringing any gifts, etc.) I could barely contain myself. I finally asked him where the nearest restroom was. That was my mistake. He handed me a pink slip and asked me to pull into a lane to the left so they could inspect my car. To make a long story short, I was told I was stopped because I was acting suspicious. I said, "no shit! I've got to pee." After they searched every inch of my car and inside my luggage I was on my way... and yes, they let me use their restroom.

When I arrived at Pierre's (four hours late) his DJ teacher was there along with Pierre's boyfriend, porn star Julien Cox. (You can check out Julien's site at had a great time listening to Pierre practice his DJ skills that afternoon. On Saturday we resumed our work on what would become known as the "Bad Boys Den." We worked all day, painting the floor, touching up the walls and hanging my paintings on his walls. That night we went to Taboo, where Julien is now dancing, and then to Adonis to spend a little time with Jeremy Feist and to see him dance.

On Sunday we worked more. Sunday night we went to Tribe to see one of Pierre's favorite DJ's, DJ Paolo. He was fantastic, and in Pierre's charming style, he managed to get himself into the DJ booth to watch a master DJ up close.

Monday brought more work on the Bad Boys Den. We grilled out a few times and had a great day. That night we sat back to watch a movie. At midnight Pierre reminded me that it was officially my birthday and insisted on giving me a birthday spanking. In good humor I bent over his ottoman in the living room while he and Julien gave me one of the most severe spankings I have ever had in my life... up until that point. I was expecting a few swats on the ass. I didn't count on a full-on assault!

The next morning we resumed work on the Bad Boys Den. All day Pierre and Julien were teasing me, telling me they had a big surprise in store for me. There were no hints other than that. About 4:00 PM they started rushing me. Julien said, "Oh Matty. When you're finished painting you need to go upstairs and get ready for your surprise." So I was off to the shower to freshen up. Shortly after I got out of the shower the doorbell rang. Leave it to me to ruin a surprise. I have always made myself totally at home at Pierre's place, so when the doorbell rang my first instinct was to answer the door. Before Julien could stop me I was opening the door for Jeremy Feist holding a plate of homemade chocolate-chip cookies and a gift bag.

Pierre and Julien rushed Jeremy into the basement but would not let me back downstairs. All alone in Pierre's apartment, just me and the liquor cabinet. After my fourth screwdriver Julien came to tell me I needed to get into the bathroom for about 30 seconds. I staggered into the bathroom and waited. In about 30 seconds Julien opened the door and told me to get to the basement. When I got downstairs I was amazed. Pierre and Julien had planned a surprise party for me complete with a DJ from Parking, Pierre's favorite club in Montreal. And who were the guests? None other than some of the hottest dancers in Montreal. They were really sweet guys... and shirtless! Time for another birthday spanking.

This time Pierre held my wrists while each person in the room took turns giving me a spanking with a leather paddle that I had brought for Pierre. Of course when it came time for Pierre to give me a spanking he made sure not to hold back. When he finished I told him it was time for my present. I turned him around, pulled his pants down and gave him a bare-ass spanking with the paddle myself. And to show that there were no hard feelings I reached into the front of his underwear and gave Little Pierre a squeeze. Hey, I was drunk! Don't judge me! Pierre, Julien and Jeremy were amazed at how drunk I was before the guest had even arrived. There's nothing sweeter than a room full of porn stars and dancers singing "Happy Birthday" to you in English and French.

On Wednesday Pierre and Julien had another surprise for me. They blindfolded me and put me into the back of my own car. (I should mention at this point that several times in the days leading up to the party I would notice my car keys missing along with my car. When I would ask Pierre when Julien was he would shrug his shoulders and give me a grin. I knew something was up.) After driving me around for about 10 minutes they took me out of the car and lead me through what seemed like a parking garage. I was really nervous now. Finally Pierre instructed me to take my blindfold off. We were at the Bio-Dome in Montreal. If you ever visit Montreal be sure to check out the Bio-Dome. Its like an indoor zoo. Each room is climate controlled and there is not much between you and the animals. They try to replicate the animals natural habitat as closely as possible. No keeping different species separate. Oh no, that would not be natural. Looking over the railing at a couple of crocodiles in a stream while birds and other animals walked by them and fed from the fish in the stream. What could be closer to nature? This was amazing. In fact, it was nothing for a bird to fly right by you or land on the walkway with the tourists. At one point I saw Pierre chasing behind some large tropical bird about the size of a turkey.

That night we went to the Home Depot to get some more supplies for the basement. Because it was getting late the parking lot was practically empty. Julien and I decided to give Mr. Fitch a driving course. I'm still trying to figure out where I had the lapse in judgment. Pierre does not drive because he lives in the heart of Montreal with a metro station one block away and everything he could ever need on his street. He has no need for a car, or a driver's license for that matter. Stupid us, Julien and I assumed that Pierre did not know how to drive. After taking my car a safe distance away from the other cars in the Home Depot parking lot I gave Pierre the keys. He insisted on Julien sitting up front with him. I took my seat in the back thinking that this would be a fun and enjoyable experience. No sooner had I closed the car door, Pierre gunned it. Tires were screeching as we went hurdling across the parking lot. When I yelled for him to stop, he did. He hit the brakes full-force sending me into the back of Julie's seat. Before I could sit back up we were off again. I looked up in time to see the side of a silver BMW fly by. I'm not sure how close he came to hitting it, but I was wondering if my auto insurance covered accidents caused by wild porn stars. Pierre whipped around a sharp turn, tires squealing. No need to slow down, let's just scare the hell out of Matt. Julien and I were both screaming in terror as Pierre giggled in delight. I told him to slow down during turns. Do you think he listened? NO! He jerked the wheel suddenly and sent the car lurching in another direction without letting off the gas. Honestly, I think he was accelerating through turns. Julien and I begged him to stop. Finally he did, relinquishing control of my car back to me. It was then that it hit me that Pierre had been having a little fun at our expense. He totally knew how to drive. He played along and gave us the fright of out lives. I drove out of the Home Depot parking lot leaving most of the rubber from my tires burned into the asphalt where Pierre took us on his joyride.

After the trip to the Bio-Dome it was back home where Julien cooked us a fabulous dinner. I have to say, he is one of the best cooks I have ever known. He can improvise a recipe with minimal ingredients on hand and make it look and taste like something from a 5 star restaurant. We then went back to the basement for a little more work. I think Pierre enjoyed the birthday spankings a little too much. He tied my hands a feet to two metal posts in his basement to ensure that I could not escape. He then pulled my shorts down and proceeded to give me yet another birthday spanking with the paddle. Julien was on the other side spanking me with a little leather whip. I thought the spanking at Midnight on Tuesday was bad. That was a walk in the park. This time Pierre let his full force loose on my ass. The louder I screamed the more he giggled with pleasure. It was useless. I could not free myself. I had to endure it, screaming and cursing the entire time. When he was finished I insisted on having my turn. I tied his hands and ankles, pulled down his shorts, and Julien and I began our beating. Pierre screamed and tried to move around. Finally he freed his left hand and began to set himself free. While he was untying himself I offered to kiss it and make it better. With that I leaned down and planted a big kiss on his rosy-red ass. The damage to his ass was nothing compared to mine. I pulled my shorts down once again for him to see. My ass looked like it was ready to bleed. The pain was throbbing and Pierre was beside himself, laughing at the damage he had inflicted.

The next morning I woke before Pierre and Julien. I knocked on the bedroom door to let them know it was time to get up. I would be leaving in a few hours. We enjoyed a nice breakfast together at a local diner and the added a few last touches to the Bad Boys Den. Pierre and Julien Hugged me as I left. Pierre's hug was not like a quick hug that we give to acquaintances. This was a long and tight hug. The kind that says "I love you" without words.

I do love my friends in Montreal. I can't imagine not having them in my life. The older I get them more I realize how important they are to me. Pierre Fitch, Julien Cox and Jeremy Feist are three of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. They are not porn stars to me. They are some of my closest friends. I love them with all my heart and cannot begin to thank them enough for the wonderful week.

Monday, July 6, 2009


I'm having an amazing time with Pierre Fitch and friends. On Friday night I had the great pleasure of meeting his DJ instructor. We set up some new speakers that he had ordered along with a laser light for the new basement club that we have been working on. I think Pierre wants to call it "The Bad Boys Den." I kind of like the sound of it.

We have been grilling out a lot and have hit a few clubs. Saturday night we stopped by Taboo to see some of the dancers there, then we made a stop at Adonis where I had a chance to meet up with Jeremy Feist for a little while. Then Pierre was hungry (as usual) and we hit McDonald's about 2:00 AM.

On Sunday night we went to Tribe to see a famous DJ who Pierre really likes. Lucky Pierre got a chance to go into the DJ booth with the DJ to watch him spin. After a few hours of drinking, socializing, drinking, dancing, drinking, oh yeah, and drinking, we grabbed a cab back to Pierre's.

This morning I cooked breakfast for Pierre and Julien, then it was off to the hardware store and back to our construction project in the basement. I hope we get it completed this week before I have to head home. I wish I could stay about 3 more weeks. Pierre has invited me to stay an extra day, but I don't know if I am going to be able to do it or not; we'll see.

I made the mistake of telling Pierre that my birthday was this week. For the last 3 days he has had a devilish look on his face and has been whispering a lot to Julien behind closed doors, and sometimes right in front of me. They have told me that they are planning something very special and that I would never forget it. Now I am really worrried. They will not even give me the slightest hint. They even borrowed my car and left me here alone to "get some stuff" for my birthday. Again, that is all I could get out of them. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

Wednesday, July 1, 2009


Tomorrow I am on another road trip to Montreal to visit Pierre. The plans are to finally put the finishing touches on the new basement room/club. Something tells me it will never be finished. Just when I think we are almost done Pierre wants something else. I'm not complaining because he has great ideas and its fun taking them from the planning stage to reality. But this trip I hope I have a little more time for some other things too. There's so much of Montreal I want to see and experience. Now if I can only figure out how to translate the metric system into the standard system.

The basement club was a lot of fun to work on when I was there a few months ago. I can't wait to see what progress he's made. Now to add a bar and some other furnishings.

I always have a great time when I'm there. Pierre is the perfect host. I wish I could visit more often. Although I always seem to gain about 10 pounds when I visit. I can't figure that one out. Pierre stays in perfect shape and my pants are bursting at the seems after 2 days!

OK, Pierre, here I come.