January 16, 2008 02:23pm
FreakyTiki Does AVN
Source: Adult Industry News
by: Tiki Pavelle
Tiki Pavelle's Freaky by the Bay 2009 AEE/AVN Report - So, this was my second trip to AVN's AEE. Began the trip on two hours sleep, foolishly. I'd had to surrender my dog for euthanasia the day before and was distracted.
I had a very hard time packing my bags and generally getting my shit together (this is not a unique phenomenon.) The flight was uneventful and I settled happily into a groovy suite at the Venetian that I shared with super wonderful friend and amazing model Wolf Hudson.
Got my press pass and hit the floor to find my editors, Steve Nelson and Tony Batman. As tired as I was, the energy of the show floor is a wonderful rush - the feeling of being submerged in porn is just...heaven. So nice to see all the people I adore and never get to spend time with - Bill Margold, Steve, Tony, Classic Bob Verna, Roger Pipe, Crystal Ashley and about a thousand other folks. Amazingly, there are so many more I wanted to see and missed owing to my subsequent hijinks.
I did get to meet Luke Wylder, whom I'd interviewed over the phone last year. Luke is an amazing, class act - he even sent me flowers following the interview. Also got to bump into my porn crushes Mark Davis and Ginger Lynn. Mark was kind enough to point out - as he always does - that my hands were shaking. Thanks again, Mr. Davis. On balance, I got to hug and kiss Ginger, who just rocks my world.
After the show, I went to Tera Patrick's signing party and had the good fortune to run into Cousin Stevie, who's an absolute pleasure and very interesting. The first porn thing I ever did was attend the Sexopolis Party at the Music Box Theatre, hosted by Seymour Butts, so I've been eager to meet Stevie.
One of the most anticipated things about this year was getting to spend some time with Debi Diamond, whom I am very lucky to count as a friend. She was insanely busy doing stuff with Bionca Seven and Tammi Ann, so the first chance we got to see one another was at a promotional party for Paradise Video at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino.
I took an unusual route over there from the Venetian via a nice young man whose name (I believe) was Jason. After going to town on him in his car in the parking garage and confirming to his friend on the phone that he'd just nailed a ''porn person'' he came into the Paradise Party with me, Steve, and another very dear friend Leslie. So cute to watch his reaction to being there, like he'd just made it into some inner sanctum. I always feel that wonder too.
Then...Debi! Hadn't seen her since summer, and Bionca since the ''Whiskey a Go Go Incident'' at the FOXE awards (they don't allow you to make it with chicks in the doorway - who knew?) We hung out a little bit, watching Randy West sing, and generally being flirty on the couch. I was introduced to Tammi Ann, a very nice lady. I introduced myself to Hailey Young, who has worked many times with my man Brad Parnell at Dungeon Corp. Hailey is wonderful! Every time we bumped into each other over the next few days it was a total pleasure to see her, and I can't wait to spend more time with her.
Debi and Bionca had to go on to their next thing, so after a kiss from Bionca (that still makes my eyes roll back) we parted ways. I went and did the kid in his car again and headed back to the room, as I had interviews early the next day.
I overslept and missed the first three 15 minute segments for Digital Playground but arrived for the scheduled interviews with Katsuni, Riley Steele (flirty girl, that one, rowr...) Angelina Armani, the wonderful Jesse Jane, Teagan Presley and Samantha Lewis. Samantha is one of the most impressive people I've ever met, and DP's success makes a tremendous amount of sense having spoken with her. Look for articles on all these people soon.
After the interviews I met up with Tony and had a much needed beverage. On-camera interviews, let alone with stars of that caliber, freak me completely out and I was wiped out from the adrenaline. Tony was kind enough to walk around the floor with me and introduce me around to some really amazing people (interviews coming soon) until I needed to go put myself together for the Legends of Erotica Hall of Fame Induction and then the New York Fetish Tribe Afterparty that night.
The Legends Ceremony is amazing fun in a whole different way. Bill Margold hosts it, and I just love him to pieces. This year, he started calling me ''Willow'' after actress Alyson Hannigan from American Pie and Buffy. I feel super flattered to be the bearer of a Margold nickname.
It's always fun to see Ron ''The Hedgehog'' Jeremy, and they inducted amazing people; Tom Byron, Shane, Stephanie Swift, Sunset Thomas and Gerard Damiano posthumously. Madison Young was one of those who on stage read a portion of the Damiano Tributes that came in from luminary legends around the world.
Jared Rutter won the Carnal Medal of Honor for service to the Industry, a rarely bestowed recognition. Wolf Hudson and I got to watch those awesome bodies be casted in cement (I think I'm developing a cement fetish) and I finally got to see the loverly Dia Zerva. Dia is just the shit, look for a profile on her soon. Then off to the New York Fetish Tribe Afterparty...
How to describe the Afterparty? It's held in Two enormous suites at the Venetian. It's very private - the location is texted to you beforehand if you are on the guest list. Open bar and every conceivable implement of kinkiness possible. No way was I missing this thing.
Details of the rest of the evening are somewhat fuzzy but I do recall a bit. Molesting some very lovely girls on the treadmill in the exercise room. The Tribe dealing quite gracefully with an issue the hotel management had with the goings on - they displayed incredible control and diplomacy. Kid Rock getting blown on the couch (later confirmed to be a look alike.) Seeing the blindingly hot Satine Phoenix all soapy and naked in the tub with Wolf. Jake Malone eating his beautiful lady Veronique in the shower. I'm still not sure if she was cumming or pissing on him, but it was groovy either way. Finally finding my man and blowing him against the wall in the foyer with a jacket over my head.
We went back to the room and had more fun and games (including a nifty blow bang! Whee!) until the early hours of the morning, then had room service breakfast with Wolf, chatted and crashed at about 8am. Great fun, but missed a bunch of floor time the next day, unfortunately. Also missed the AVN Awards show. I need to work on that.
I got up in time to have dinner with Tony Batman and Joanne Cachapero from the Free Speech Coalition. Joanne is a great lady, and FSC is a massively important organization we are lucky to have. Listening to them talk over dinner was a highlight of the trip - they both really know their stuff. After dinner, they accompanied me to the second night of the Afterparty.
I got there a bit early during setup, and it was nice to spend some time talking to the Tribe; Rick from Seattle, Eddo, Mike B...really fun, smart, classy people. I also got to meet JohnPaul from DungeonCorp, who I've been irritating online for a year now (my nickname for him is a closely guarded secret.)
Next thing I knew, Brad had me suspended from a steel rig in front of maybe 100 people. I'd never been suspended before and always wanted to, and it actually exceeded my expectations. I did not want to come down, and was so subspaced (kind of an erotic bliss, for the uninitiated - like being high but without drugs) I wasn't even embarrassed when he Magic Wanded me to orgasm. Perhaps there is some performer in me after all.
After coming down from the suspension, I stayed in such intense subspace that I really don't remember much. I did see Dia Zerva and Wordman in passing, unfortunately I didn't get to see more of them - Dia had hinted at nefarious plans for me that night, sigh. Brad took me back to the room and did all manner of vile shit to me until morning.
The next morning at about 3pm I managed to drag my ass out of bed and run briefly to the floor to see Steve. We ended up having dinner at Grand Lux with Wolf, Jack Lawrence, Leslie and Brad. It resulted in one of those conversations that make you almost feel sorry for the people at the adjacent table...including Jack's tips on improving the volume and quality of one's nut and his description of the stairwell on that floor of the Venetian where you can hear the door open 15 steps before the door opener catches sight of you fucking against the wall. Don't worry, Jack, I won't disclose the exact location. After that we went to Circle Bar and I ended up kissing Leslie, then Brad, then Leslie, you get the idea.
Brad, Leslie and I went back to the room and did a bunch of stuff. There were other people there, but I'm not too clear on details as I was distracted, heh. Everyone else rolled out by about 8 and I packed up my stuff to head home. My flight left at 4, but I didn't want to embark on any further adventure and risk missing it. Besides, I was pretty wiped out and more than a little homesick.
Let me preface the following by saying: I loathe going through airport security. It makes me nervous as hell, even though I've never carried anything more illicit than enema bags and dildos through. In fact, last time I flew, I passed out cold in the middle of a bag search and went down like a tree. Fun times. So, who could I possibly bump into that could compound the situation? That's right, Mark Davis and Ginger Lynn. Impeccable timing. Nonetheless I persevered and spent the rest of the time, hands shaking once more, contemplating the possibilities of airport bathrooms.
Total Damage Report:
Three cigarette burns (consensually applied)
Wayyyyy too much wine
Hotel bill totaling $2,864.32
AVN, hallowed be thy name, and thank heavens it's only once a year!