All I wanted to do was take some fun pics and be a part of the Grabbys pre-party celebration at Club Hydrate with special guest DJ Chi Chi LaRue, but instead everyone just kept telling me to get away from them :-(
Anthony Romero had me thrown out of the club, but I still managed to get a few pics, and here they are.
Even when people let me take their picture, they were still “flipping me the bird” or just completely turning their back on me, as you can see from these pictures of Spencer Reed and Trenton Ducati telling me to eff off and Jake Steele basically saying, “Girl, talk to the hand.” Why don’t porn stars like The Sword?
Even Austin Wilde, who I thought was my friend, was all, “Sorry, you can take my picture, but only from the neck down. I don’t want my face on your stupid blog.”
All I wanted to do was provide some good event coverage for my readers, but instead I ruined everything.
Instead of talking to me, Tommy Defendi wouldn’t stop talking to Adam Killian. Instead of holding me, mr. Pam wouldn’t stop holding Parker Perry, who wouldn’t even look at me.
Yes, I am a fan of gay porn, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings. Do people feel weird when I take their picture? Do they think that I’m just some “fan”? I’m not just a fan. I am a blogger.
What do I have to do to get “in” with all of the gay porn stars I admire? If only they would notice me. If only I belonged.
Diesel Washington and Rod Daily threw their drinks on me right after I took this picture and then I got kicked out of the club. Hopefully tomorrow/tonight will be better.