Porn Stars, the Marquis De Sade, Naked Cyclists and the Hustlaball

I don’t think you could ask for more than that for a Saturday when you have been feeling just a little bit miserable. Yes yesterday I really had all of these in my life and frankly I felt a bit of a lucky biatch!

First up was a photo call for Lukas Ridgeston, who is one of the Bel Ami boys or in layman’s terms he is a Porn Star, at Prowler where he was signing copies of his latest DVD (I was shocked that a porn DVD can be £62… I have no longer got my finger on the pulse; I used to work for Prowler) in the Blue Room. I was joined by Muffintop and Mr Muffintop who is now doing the London photo’s for Bent. Now for a straight guy in a porn store he took it like a man, ha, pun intended. Whilst he was flashing (his camera) away they very kindly put some porn on the big screen in there. Well Muffintop kept looking at it and jumping with shock, and then peering at it through fingers. Mr Muffintop was fine, he watch a bit and then came out with the classic line ‘I think I own those pants, yeah I do they are Ginch Gonch’. Mr Muffintop is a legend. Here is Muffintop with the porn star…

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Thanks to Mr Muffintop for the photos. Afterwards we went and had a celebratory lunch of Dim Sum (shock horror) together before Mr Muffintop had to go and sell a white van to a white van man. It all sounded very butch and straight. Myself and Muffintop decided to have a mooch in Waterstones. It lasted over 2 hours. It was simply divine. I bought nothing like a good boy; Muffintop must have been inspired by Lukas as she grabbed a gorgeous copy of the Marquis De Sade’s ‘Philosophy in the Boudoir’. We decided to head fro a nice coffee, we like people watching and deciding what their stories are or what they should have worn instead. On the way we were surrounded by a mass of naked cyclists, literally. We were in the middle of the road crossing when every way we looked we were suddenly naked people, naked bums, naked everything. I later found out it was ‘World Naked Bike Ride’ Muffintop and I are debating doing it next year, we thought it was a fabulous way to address Climate Change.

Tonight was a big night in Vauxhall, and my very first ever, for the Hustlaball a night of debauchary. I was there to meet Chi Chi La Rue which ended up being a quick ‘hello’ as she was spinning the decks. Her music was fabulous. While waiting for Mr S I bumped into the lovely D who I hadn’t seen for a while and certainly not in bondage gear, there were some sights. I have never seen someone as shocked as Mr S later on; we went into the ‘Hard On’ room where some cowboys were on stage letting anyone ‘facilitate’ their needs. Mr S just couldn’t cope; it was like Muffintop in the Blue Room all over again. He almost passed out at the 'live shows' they put on. We finally left at around 5am when I was suddenly aware the stitches in my leg were leaking and I shouldnt really be out. It’s all glamour isn’t it?