Holy Indian Summer, QPTV has got some sticky fingers these days…
Our wildly successful San Francisco Gay Shame Queerly Beloved Pink Sunday Party allowed us to raise our hands in exaltation to the gospel of exhibitionism and, yes, pride. It also allowed us to plant a dime-store-glitter-encrusted porno seed to be nurtured, and to flourish, all summer long.
With a handful of gonzo shoots – borne of international relations from our trip to Toronto for the 5th Annual Feminist Porn Awards – in the can, arranging more scenes was simply a matter of: Who, With Whom, Where, and With What?
“Who”… meaning which of our innumerable sex working performance arting genderfucking confident, brilliant, sexy-ass colleagues to set up first. And; could we unearth queer exhibitionists as-yet-unseen naked on the internet while handpicking from a dreamteam community that
includes Dylan Ryan and Billy Castro?
includes Dylan Ryan and Billy Castro?
“With whom”… meant paring these hotties with one another. Siphoning mutual porn crushes, performance compatibility, and schedules into the perfect shoot. Facilitating raw lust and excitement, with a strict emphasis on comfort and job satisfaction (not qualities historically attributed to porn shoots)
“Where”… meant afterhours inside the leather neighborhood’s kinkiest cafe; in the red velvet bowels of an East Bay dungeon, in airy Lower-Haight dining rooms on the hottest day of the Bay Area’s signature late summer heat wave, and, whenever absolutely necessary, in Trouble’s bed.
“With what”… meant making fantasies a reality. Some fantasies, like all-night hotel strap-on fests and leather-sling faggot D/S, are those we hold dearest in our hearts, minds and pussies.
Some fantasies, like Madison Young’s juicy, milky breakfast quickly became our own…
We suspect they’ll soon become yours’, too.
XOXO Courtney and Tina
