Porn Shops and Blood Wrestling

IMG 0029 300x199 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingFinally, a week without anything shitty to gripe about! IT’S ABOUT FUCKIN’ TIME!

It all started last Friday, when I volunteered for this Blood Wrestling event some local wackos had cooked up over at the Sci-Fi Center, a grungy little comic book shop over in the fabulous Commercial Center.

You may remember my mentioning the Commercial Center in past blogs — it’s a derelict old strip mall that was the swankiest place in town back around 1970, but is now a bombed-out wasteland of asphalt and empty storefronts, peppered with a few stubbornly surviving establishments. Since only the hardiest, most recession-proof businesses survived the decline and fall of the Commercial Center, it’s mostly wig shops, gay bars, sex clubs and gay bathhouses. In other words…better than Disneyland!

BWrestling101 300x247 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingTruth be told, I’m getting a little tired of my beloved Downtown Vegas — it’s too hard to park, and there’s too many hipsters. (Check out this article I just wrote for one of the local papers on that very subject.) So I was more than happy to volunteer to blood wrestle at the Sci Fi Center, since it meant a fabulous Friday night at the Commercial Center, instead!

 

543186 357657070951856 161425510575014 1007345 1342105275 n 240x300 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingThe wrestling match was the brainchild of the Vamp Girls — a couple of gore-core fangirls who stage all kinds of weird events around town. The Blood Wrestling match was part of a cannibal movie night they were hosting in the back room of the Sci-Fi Center, which has been converted to a little theater. The seats were packed with bearded, bespectacled sci-fi/gore/vagina aficionados training their iPhones at the inflatable kiddie pool filled with a mixture of chocolate syrup, cranberry juice and corn syrup in the front of the room, where me and 5 other chicks were to duke it out for the prize — a PHOTO SHOOT!

473799 3099381445529 1293940683 32586177 859503872 o 204x300 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingNow, I need another photo shoot like a fish needs a bicycle, but it wasn’t even about the prize — it was about WINNING! I am very competitive when it comes to stupid stuff like this, so I was determined to win. I spent a good half-hour making a robe to wear into the ring — I took an old pink bathrobe and put a big, silver “W” for the back…and then I filled the pockets with wonderhussy.com stickers, which I threw out into the audience upon my entrance. I made a big fuckin’ production out of my entrance, because to me, that’s what rasslin’ is all about: the histrionics!

 

471719 3099371205273 1293940683 32586174 431905264 o 199x300 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingAlas, my opponents were all much younger and spryer than I, so I had to pull out a secret weapon: my scream. For those who haven’t heard me scream, I do this weird, primitive kind of primal shriek/scream thing that is UNBELIEVABLY loud and hair-raising (see video below)…and I used it to my advantage in the ring, successfully freaking out my competition enough to win the entire match!

540339 357660397618190 161425510575014 1007355 1545753645 n 240x300 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingNever mind that I was sore for 3 days afterward, and covered in NASTY bruises…I won! I celebrated my victory by going home and showering off all the Karo/cran/choco, then changing into my Wonder Woman costume and heading back to the Commercial Center to check out the Balloon Master Show, a sort of monthly adult variety show held in this janky little theatre down there. After the show, I drank the night away with a friend at the venerable Badlands saloon — a western-themed gay bar that also serves as a drinking spot for nervous swingers (it’s neighbored by swingers’ clubs on both sides, neither of which are permitted to serve alkyhol).

543399 406138942747103 100000530028162 1506933 902056410 n 225x300 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingNow as mentioned, the wrestling match left me sore and badly bruised…which was a real bitch, considering I had a nude photo shoot lined up, and I hate using body makeup!! Fortunately, the bruises had mostly faded by the day of the shoot, and besides, the photographer turned out to be cool as hell…so even if he noticed, he didn’t say anything. He was more interested in getting me to wear this creepy alien mask for some of the shots — FUN!

The only bummer about our shoot was, he wanted to shoot out at Valley of Fire, a *B*E*A*U*T*I*F*U*L* state park about an hour north of here featuring the most dramatic, red rock cliffs and caves you’ve ever seen. I love V of F, but it can be tricky to shoot there because the park ranger is a real hardass and won’t allow any “professional” shooting out there without a permit — and NEVER any nudes. Still, I’ve shot out there a handful of times without incident — ya just gotta keep a low profile, and hike back off into the backcountry before shooting anything.

mgX 221x300 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingEven then, though, I’ve had problems! One time, me and this Spanish photographer drove out with another model, and we hiked waaaay back into a slot canyon to shoot some nudes. Somehow, the ranger sniffed us out — he actually hiked 1/4 mile down this slot canyon to find us, and proceeded to lecture the photographer and the other model: “Young lady, put your clothes on! Sir, come with me! You can’t shoot these kinds of pictures here. What would happen if a couple of cowboys came along, put a bullet in YOUR head [the photographer] and then had his way with you [the other model]?!”

I thought he was being a WEE bit melodramatic, but at the time I was hidden out of sight behind a boulder, and I decided to stay hidden in case he the fine for two vaginas was higher than the fine for just one. I scrambled along in the brush, naked as a jaybird, about 50 feet behind the ranger as he marched my friends back to the car. Then I squatted behind a bush like a deranged naked Manson family member until the ranger FINALLY finished reading them the riot act and let them go. But it wasn’t over yet! Thinking that canny bastard was probably parked somewhere waiting for us to leave, I had to sit bent over the entire way out of the park, so he wouldn’t see me through the windows of my truck. FUCKER!

dbunretouched.z 300x225 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingAaaaanyhoo, that was a year ago, but I’m still a bit apprehensive about shooting out there — especially when I know of similar, less-troubled areas to shoot. But this particular photographer was really set on V of F, so I agreed to go out and try it anyway. Sure as sugar, that motherfuckin’ ranger followed me from the minute I went through roadrunner 300x224 Porn Shops and Blood Wrestlingthe gates! I drove verrrrrrrrry carefully, adhering to the speed limit and whistling nonchalantly, but that fucker followed me across the entire park. Finally, I turned off at an overlook, and he kept going…but it was a close call, and very reminiscent of the coyote and the roadrunner from the cartoons! Try and catch me, sucka…meep meep!

I left Valley of Fire and headed back into town for a total waste of time — a/k/a this casting call for Playboy TV they were doing at Planet Hollywood. I know I’m not the Playboy type, but this wasn’t for Playboy-Playboy, it was for Playboy TV…which as we all know has looser standards. I think they were just looking for naked chicks to be in the background of stuff, so I figured why the hell not. The casting agent kept emailing me, so I finally buckled and went over with about 100 other sad hopefuls with bad extensions and muffin tops wedged into cheap corsets. It’s a sad fuckin’ commentary on the state of our shitty society that the epitome of success for most American chicks is to be a fat-assed geriatric-dick-sucker in a bunny costume. I guarantee you, if they had a casting call for social workers or Peace Corps volunteers…none of ‘em would have showed up.

Moreover, one of the requirements for this audition was nudity (HELLO!!!), but you’d be surprised how stupid chicks can be…one girl sat in there wishy-washying with the poor P.A. in charge of the audition: “Can I just put a question mark? I’m not sure I feel comfortable being nude on camera.” LOL! Dumbass. You’d suck Hugh Hefner’s balls in a hot minute, and you’re waffling about flopping your tits out in a conference room? Meanwhile, I went in, dropped trou like it was nothing, and was on my way in 60 seconds. Might as well waste as little time as possible, ya know?

Peepland 300x225 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingAfter that, I spent most of the rest of the week cruising around the less-genteel parts of Vegas, reviewing adult stores for this website I was hired to write for that’s like the XXX version of Yelp! What an adventure. I’m supposed to go in and have a look around, noting whether or not there’s a movie theater or an arcade, etc. and then go home and write up my findings. FUN! Let me tell you, there are some REALLY freaky places in Vegas.

Industrial Road Book and Video 300x225 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingBesides all the mainstream Adult stores, which are like Wal-Mart…there are a bunch of really seedy, nasty little joints tucked away in the various crevices of Vegas. Concrete floors, hand-lettered signs warning against jerking off in public, walls of shame with photos of the unfortunate pervs who were busted in flagrante delicto… it was a real anthropological adventure. The worst was probably Adult World, a pink warehouse in a run-down, working class part of town populated mostly by illegal immigrants (indeed, I saw a pocket pussy marketed toward Hispanics, a/k/a un bolsillo de panochita)…but a close second was the Adult Mega Outlet, out by the Air Force base, which was depressingly neat and tidy in a “bounce a quarter off your jizz stain” kind of way. Just thinking about those poor Iran-bound fools jerking off to videos of cum-guzzling high school dropouts was enough to cause my chronic Weltschmerz to flare up again. This is what you’re fighting for, boys…God, apple pie, and cum-guzzlers. Git ‘er done!

Creepy mannequin outside the Talk of the Town nude strip club 220x300 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingBut my #1 FAVORITE spot was this awful, ghetto joint called Showgirl Video, downtown on Vegas Blvd. not far from my house (and right next door to that dumb pawn shop from the Discovery Channel show, which always has a line around the block of fat TV-watchers trying to get in). I’ve long been a fan of Showgirl Video for several reasons: 1.) It’s reeeeeally ghetto 2.) It has ass- and tit-prints of various famous porn stars, like the footprints out front of Hollywood’s Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, and 3.) It has a live peepshow in the back, where you can watch a live Russian chick gyrate behind a sheet of Plexiglas…and if you’re REALLY into her, you can pay extra to watch her in a PRIVATE booth, where it’s just you and her, and she’ll do WHATEVER you want. There’s even a menu of services posted on the wall: anal w/toy $80, “everything” for $100. Wow!

DSC 5556 300x200 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingThe manager was extremely friendly toward me, and offered me a job dancing in the peepshow. He really worked me over, selling me on the fact that unlike strip clubs, at the peepshow you don’t even have to get a Sheriff’s card to work (because there is no contact with the patrons…why that makes any difference to the Sheriff, I have no idea). Why, just last week a couple of broke co-eds from Denver came in and asked to work — they had lost all their money gambling downtown, and needed money to get home! After just a few days of dancing in the peepshow, they had earned bus fare back to Colorado. BUS fare! This tells me one of two things: either bus fare is more expensive than I thought…or there ain’t much money dancing at Showgirl Video’s peepshow. I’m inclined to bank on the latter!

The manager either didn’t notice or chose to ignore my skeptical expression, and gave me a “backstage” tour (!!!!!) of the peepshow area… which was fascinatingly depressing. On my way out, a big fat slob of a customer in a stained polo shirt reassured me: “Don’t be shy, honey; you’ll do fine!” Uhhhh, yeah! Next time I need to earn bus fare to anywhere, I’ll let ya know, boys…

audigier 300x233 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingSpeaking of porn, one of my Facebook friends forwarded me the link to this AWESOME Nightline special on Porn: When the Fun Stops (or something tsk-tsky like that). The reason he forwarded it is, I was in it!!! Just for 2 seconds, but I thought it was funny — it was footage from the Adult Entertainment Expo in 2010, when I worked as a booth babe for a condom manufacturer. But now I was made to look like a porn star on national TV…if I gave a shit, I’d be pretty upset! But as they say, my Give-a-Damn’s busted…so I just thought it was funny. In the background of this pic, you can see the rich-kid stoner from Beverly Hills who hired me, and his long-suffering dad. Lolz! What a couple of characters.

552771 3351168012487 1067476486 3189208 1778617969 n 300x225 Porn Shops and Blood WrestlingAfter all that gnarliness, it was nice to take a night off and relax with my fellow Vegas artsy types at the monthly First Friday arts festival. This month was nowhere near as cool as last month’s, and there were far too many kiddies around for my taste — it looked more like a fuckin’ church picnic than a counterculture festival. I mean, they had a bouncy castle! Thankfully, I had a bottle of champagne in my purse, so it didn’t bother me tooooo badly. I met up with two guys I barely know, and ended up having a fine old time hanging out boozing and eating late-nite nastiness at the Gold Spike with them, before adjourning to the lounge to watch a 3-piece classic rock cover band. My last memory was singing “Hotel California” with a biker who looked like Willie Nelson, before my guy friends finally dragged me away back to my car. Gooooooooooooood times!

Well, now I gotta go onto the next adventure. I still have 15 porno stores to review (there are a LOT of them in Vegas), plus I want to go over and check out the annual rockabilly convention. I was thinking it might be fun to go over there dressed COMPLETELY inappropriately, like a 1960s Andy Williams Show castmember or something, just to piss ‘em off. We’ll see!!!

 

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I am a foul-mouthed, flat-chested bon vivant and adventuress who likes to curse, drink, smoke and run around nude, and I refuse to kow-tow to the bourgeois moral code of the day. I’ve lived in Vegas over ten years, and have a few stories to tell. I roll around town in a truck stocked with a Breathalyzer and a swizzle stick, a spare pair of panties and two stun guns. Don’t fuck with me!
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4 Responses to Porn Shops and Blood Wrestling

  1. Jamin says:

    >>the epitome of success for most American chicks is to be a fat-assed geriatric-dick-sucker in a bunny costume.<<

    Very funny, true, and sad all at the same time…

  2. Tatiana says:

    LOL @ “Then I squatted behind a bush like a deranged naked Manson family member’ – THAT is freakin’ FUNNY!

    Ok, who’s VAG is that in the pic?
    And supposedly those are REAL teeth in Marilyn’s mouth, that’s what they told me when I worked at Talk Of The Town for a few months. The Marilyn and the other mannequin out front supposedly have real teeth (I did not check their mouths, yuck), the mannequins belong to Pistol – the owner of the place. A very interesting place indeed. Even has a room where guys can whack off (optional) to a “show” – only saw one girl actually use that facility, once.
    I do have to add that I don’t know of many young ladies in todays American society that care much about anything, Peace Corps, volunteering, even picking up their own trash, recycling etc – so this does not only apply to Playboy wannabe “bimbos” to be fair, even if they have on lame corsets with a muffin top hanging over.

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