But none of these roles have prepared Zak Spears for his upcoming turn playing Satan and The Ringed Stallion for the hotly anticipated CGI satyr fuck flick, DEMONICSEX. The trailer premieres this weekend at the Folsom Street Festival in San Francisco, and shooting commences soon after.
Until then, enjoy this interview. It’s even more fucked up than when Zak talked about molesting himself as a child.
The Sword: How are you getting ready to play Satan?
Zak Spears: Well it’s more about the fantasy of transformation, it’s not really about Satan. But I’m preparing for the role by going through a 4-month weight training program. I don’t want [scene partner] Samuel Colt to dwarf me, so right now I’m in the gym twice a day, eating like a whore.
TS: Don’t you mean ‘eating like a horse’?
ZS: Sure, either way.
TS: Tell me about how you got involved in this project.
ZS: Well in the mornings, when I get horny I go through all the x-rated blogs looking for hot artwork to get off to. So I ran into the website for DEMONICSEX a long time ago and I thought that the imagery was so hot, watching the guy transform into a mythical creature. Then I had the opportunity to meet the author, and we got together. To play Satan and also the Ringed Stallion, who’s one of the end bosses, I’m excited about the process of the makeup and wearing a prosthetic rubber mask. I’m also really excited about the simulated sex for the CGI part of the movie. When I get a copy of the finished product I’m sure I’ll grab my lube. I don’t usually ever jerk off to myself, but this is something I could get into.
TS: Have you fantasized about any of this stuff before? Things like goat-creature gangbangs?
ZS: Absolutely I’ve had fantasies like this. I’ve fantasized about werewolves since I was a kid, for example. And since I’ve not always been into my scene partners, a lot of times I go into a fantasy world and think about stuff like heavy bondage or bloodsports.
ZS: Yeah, I love it. I played around with blood a lot in the past when things were safer. Of course, you had to adjust your sexual practicies to remain negative after the crisis hit, but I used to like the taste of it on my tongue, drinking it out of someone’s arm.
TS: Excuse me?
ZS: Yeah, when I was younger I used to date a nurse, and he wasn’t into bloodsports as much as I was, but he was what I would call the donor. Since he was a nurse he taught me ‘butterflying’ which is when you take a needle with little plastic wings on it — the needle you use when you’re donating blood — and he would show me how to inject that into his vein in order to safely extract his blood. So I would usually use an IV to suck on while I was fucking him.
ZS: I’ve had to forgoe that part of my life, but even now at this junction I can still get that taste of blood in my mouth every once in a while and it makes me salivate. Bloodsports for me weren’t about shock value or anything. It was about just the taste, and the intimacy of the sexual high and the mental high that I would get from my sex partner giving me the most precious thing he had, something vital to his existence.
TS: It’s too bad that you’ve had to give that up. Couldn’t you find a monogamous partner to become fluidly bonded to?
ZS: I’ve had to abandon it altogether. That’s the sad part. Because I live in L.A., okay? And gay men in this city are just not together. I don’t trust anyone to tell me the absolute truth about their sexual habits, and there are just too many temptations in this city. That’s why I always use condoms.
TS: When’s the last time you had sex?
ZS: This answer will surprise you, but not since the filming of Green Door.
TS: But that was months ago. You haven’t gotten laid in months?
ZS: Well I wouldn’t consider myself overly picky, but I am cautious. It’s one thing when people want to be with Khris [Ed. Zak’s real name], but people who want to be with Zak, that’s another thing. And you can tell the difference immediately. I can get off just as much all by myself in the morning and get on with my day rather than go online for 6 hours. First of all, everyone online lies. It’s like, no, sorry, you’re not built like a brick shithouse, you’re built like a fire hydrant. Plus, nobody online ever believes it’s really me when I go online. They think my profile must be fake.
TS: What’s your advice on approaching a terrifying guy like you?
ZS: Well I don’t really understand the intimidation thing, but I would say that it’s important not to come across like a lounge lizard, that’s a turn-off. Just be polite and nice. Be yourself. And don’t give too many compliments.
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