As to be expected, the entries on Rod Barry World are just as much of a grab-bag as a conversation Rod Barry in real life. Some are surprisingly well-written, spell-checked and charming (sober Rod), others are maddeningly circuitous, tail-chasing and belligerent (Rod at 3 a.m. at a club). But consistency is dull and that’s what makes him a legend.
Here’s an example of sober Rod, from an entry where he answers questions from readers:
Have you ever been asked to do something on film and have said no?Yes,
I was asked to do a gay bareback video once and I said no. I value my
own life as well as the people I might influence. On the other hand, I
hope that people won’t consider me hypocritical, but I have done
straight porn unprotected.
And here’s a drunk Rod, from an entry entitled, I am JESUS…….Recipe Addition:
So my mom can’t cook!!! I love her so much…Only thing she can cook is Cabbage Rolls and chicken and dumplings…I love her..tonight I am having Spaghetti and Chicken pattis. I have to work mannana. Peace yallllllllll
What other secrets does his blog reveal? Rod’s got a weak stomach:
Everyone in the business knows that I’ve thrown up on a set a few times when someone gets shit on my dick or something grosses me out. When I was directing “Down the Drain” I actually had to run off the set a couple of times & throw up.
What a pussy! Surely someone as enterprising as our Rod could turn such a “shortcoming” into an enterprising business.
It's an interview with Phillip Aubrey: porn star, Spencer Reed's boyfriend, burp fetishist.
The COLT superstars joined a protest in Rome against the Catholic Church in order to make the claim that gay people are not pedophiles. There was a chihuaha involved.
I feel sorry for people with fetishes that can never be realized in real life. Take this Flickr user, who has to make do with his giants fetish using Photoshop.
I'm not one for bragging about intellectual accomplishments (it's something I learned from, you know, graduating with honors from Brown University), but Conner Habib is justifiably excited about his blurb in a book written by Carl Sagan's son.