This video’s from my glory days of shooting gay porn (2004-5). No sex in it - just talk. It’s actually a rather awesome interview. Weird as could be.

We had a special atmosphere on my gay sets. Everyone there was so baldly about the money that it was refreshing and actually sort of really fun. The charged vibe that surrounds a horny set can be spicy. But in heterosexual porn, that spicy raunchy vibe is so often spiked with a kind of seasoned degeneracy - a desire to own and possess and inter and bind and tie up and fuck and fuck down and belie and begrime. We had such a laid-back, business-like aura on our gay sets that it wasn’t even funny. Half of my guys were straight, and the ones who were gay were almost never attracted to each other. They were like little robots for the most part, when it came to the boning, just dispassionately and pleasantly vacantly humping each other until a wooden climax was reached. It was wonderful.

I love these guys . . . “Chocolate Thunder” (left) the most. I used him for about ten shoots . . . he was straight, had a wife and kid, and lived in South Central . Thunder did exotic dancing on the side (which his wife knew about), but had gotten tempted by an agent I used, Bernard, who told him about our big paydays ($400) and had been convinced he could stand to stick his condom-wrapped dick into some white boys on various weekday evenings. Thunder had been a football player in high school, sort of a star. He was recruited by USC and UCLA and Cal. But then he had gone to jail for armed robbery for one year. After that he was accused of murder, but DNA testing cleared his name. He was the nicest kid in the world, and he had to get so shitfaced to do his job. He was one of these people who were incredibly friendly when he got drunk - no hint of violence about him at all. I felt for him . . . most people are somewhere in the mid-range when it comes to the Kinsey scale, 1 being “gay” and 10 being “straight” . . . like, I’m mostly straight, but I’m sure not a 9 or a 10 . . . Thunder was a 10. Absolutely. And yet he so wanted money, that he could suck down a six-pack, hold his nose, and do the damn thing . . .

And yet . . . it was funny . . . after about ten shoots, I noticed him sort of warming to the white boys . . . we had some trolls on our sets, but we had some cute twinks, too . . . this one skinny white boy with black hair seemed to tempt Thunder . . . he ravished him, no problem.