I’ve been out with a British TV crew all day filming for that sex/reality/comedy TV show I mentioned in previous posts. They are hilarious — and though there is a bit of a language barrier, I have learned to work around words like "knackered" and "gobsmacked." They’re off filming SF stuff now, and later we’ll meet up for drinks. Booze is indeed the universal language, after love and sex of course. I’m especially excited because tomorrow I get to meet my favorite gay porn star ever, the gorgeous Michael Soldier. I adored him in A Porn Star is Born; he works for local porn studio Raging Stallion. I’m beat, and I got home just in time to do a phone interview with a major TV network, so now I guess you could say I’m knickered. Here are a few pics from today’s shoot. They put me in front of Alcatraz because I made a crack about "that’s where I’ll end up," (me and my big mouth) and they got lots of footage of me saying dumb things like "I don’t have a real job, these guys just found me at the Embarcadero. Can I have my dollar now?" Of course, we were interrupted during filming by young teeneage girls yelling, "Pick me! I’m America’s Top Model!" and the sounds of sirens. "Sounds of the City," I told them. "Totally natural."
