Tweeting the AVNs

2012 AVN AwardsSo you can’t swing the extra cash for the $300-a-seat fan ticket required to attend the upcoming AVN Awards. Neither can I, but you won’t see me bitching about it. (Not here, at least, and not yet.) You can still keep up to speed on every little thing that transpires on January 21st by tuning in to the Twitter feeds of AVN’s newly announced official Twitter correspondents!

Joining forces with PornstarTweet, AVN has appointed pornstars supreme, Chanel Preston, Tia Cyrus, and Bibi Jones, as the official Tweeters of the 2012 AVN Awards. From her station on the red carpet, Tia will greet the arriving stars before passing the torch over to Chanel and Bibi, the former occupying a place in the audience and the latter hanging out with the presenters, guests, and winners backstage. Expect a barrage of photos, quips, and responses to fan questions throughout the event, and be sure to follow Chanel, Tia, Bibi, AVN Awards, PornstarTweet, and, of course, Mr. Pink’s on Twitter for every drool-inducing morsel of instantly gratifying information as the Oscars of Porn takes Vegas by storm.

Not to be outdone, ImLive will feature live performances from five AVN Award nominees between January 16 and 18 in the lead up to the big night. Allie Haze, Lexi Belle, Gracie Glam, and Kagney Linn Karter, all of whom are nominated for Female Performer of the Year, and Capri Anderson, nominated for Crossover Star of the Year, will appear on the live webcam site in salacious scenes, the last of which has Lexi, Gracie, and Kagney performing together in what will surely be the greatest foreplay imaginable leading up to the money shot of the AVN Awards, due to land on January 21st. Set your clocks, folks, ’cause it’s gonna be a big one!

Party Like a Pornstar!

LA Direct and AEBN XXX-Mas PartyMr. Pink’s already told you about one of the years most inviting parties that took place on Labor Day. Thrown by LA Direct Models talent agency and Adult Entertainment Broadcast Network (AEBN), the Labor Day Extravaganza was hosted by Kristina Rose and Alexis Texas and was one of the hottest tickets in Hollywood. Now, as we approach Christmas, the same folks are putting on another big fuckin’ bash. It’s all about fuckin’ partying hard with LA Direct and AEBN, and when the event is due to be hosted by Misty Stone and Priya Anjali Rai, two of the hottest “ethnic” women in porn – apparently anyone who isn’t white is “ethnic” – you can be sure there’ll be a throng of attentive attendees in attendance, dancing their pants (and hopefully panties) off.

If you fancy yourself the Leisure Suit Larry of the LA porno scene, why not RSVP and reserve a spot on the dancefloor next to Misty Stone’s tight-as-hell bootay! Reservations can be made by calling 310-749-9029, but you better hurry, it’s on this coming Saturday, December 17th from 10pm to 2am or whenever you get kicked out for obscene conduct.

Bree Olson Retires From Porn, Not Controversy

After the media shit-storm that surrounded Charlie Sheen’s now legendary 36-hour alcohol and drug binge back in January, the pornstars that accompanied him, Kacey Jordan, Melanie Rios, and Bree Olson, ducked and weaved the attention of some media outlets while aggressively courting others. When Gigi Rivera, another pornstar involved with Sheen, quietly retired from adult entertainment, no one could blame her; the 19-year-old had barely dipped her toe into porn before it all came crumbling down around her. One retirement nobody really saw coming was that of Bree Olson, whose decision to quite fucking on film Mr. Pink’s only just heard about. Telling a TMZ cameraman that she’s leaving porn for good in an effort to rebrand herself as a serious actress, Olson is actively pursuing acting lessons and apparently hopes to follow in the footsteps of another controversial ex-pornstar, Sasha Grey.

Can it really be true, though? Can the self-appointed “World’s Biggest Whore” really give up getting blasted with cum for a living? After all, if the following choice excerpts from Ms. Olson’s Twitter are anything to go by, she’ll probably just end up blowing everyone in her any auditions she’s lucky enough to land. Hey, wait… That sounds like the way most “actresses” make it in tinsel town!
 

Wish I was a cheap $20 hooker laying in this bed and one guy after another would come in this room and cum inside me while I just lay here.Thu Feb 17 23:54:50 via Echofon

 

 

I’m so horny! I got him off but I still need to get off! Maybe I should go to one of these truck stops and let all the men cum in me.Fri Apr 02 19:57:58 via Twitter for iPhone

 

 

Got so drunk. Mexican took me on these trash bags fucked me. Left me laying there then about 10 of his friends came and fucked me too.Sat Jan 15 21:52:05 via Echofon

Peep the Peepers

PeepersFolks, I wanna tell you a story about an American hero, a man who has put himself on the line time and time again to alert the women of New York, Union Square specifically, that they are under constant threat from discreetly salivating men who have developed voyeurism from a compulsive disorder to a fine craft. Our hero, Normal Bob Smith, who appears to be a cartoonist and designer, has been documenting the various denizens of Union Square for some time. Aside from the predictable presence of Skaters, Scenesters (a.k.a.: Hipsters), Junkies, a Free Hugs guy, and Bums, Mr. Smith has chronicled the activities of men he calls “Peepers”. Whether acting alone or aiding each other in clandestine groups, Peepers are men who hang around and wait for skirt-wearing women to take a seat on the steps of the Square. Thanks to the high likelihood that their sitting position will provide a line of sight that leads directly to their lower undergarments, these Peepers avail themselves of a salacious free show while the performer, as it were, remains blissfully unaware and continues to chat with a friend, attempt a new Angry Birds high score, or sip on a decaf mocha. Enter Normal Bob Smith, the ever vigilant sentinel of women’s virtue.

On his Amazing Strangers website, Smith has provided readers and potential victims with a graphic guide to the behavior of the common Union Square Peeper. In detailing their usual locations, strategies, and numerous methods used to avoid detection, Smith has not only provided a valuable public service to the women of New York City, he has managed to coin a handful of choice terms in the process. “The Peep,” he tells, “is the actual trail of Peeper’s peeping up the skirt to the panties.” The invisible path projecting from the skirt or The Peep sitting on the steps is called a “Live Zone.” The most fascinating element of Peeper methodology – and, if you were to ask a Peeper, the most difficult to perfect – is what Smith has dubbed “The MACMA: Make-believe Acting Casually Milling About.” MACMAs include such apparently everyday tasks as talking on the phone, reading a map, taking in the surroundings, and taking vacation snaps; or at least appearing to. Peepers, you see, merely pretend to perform these innocent activities as a cover for their peeping, leaving their victims unsuspecting and unaware that their panties are providing anywhere from one to six, sometimes even seven men (depending on the Live Zone and the cooperation between Peepers) with material to augment their continual games of Pocket Pool; that is, the discreet fondling of one’s own testicles (and possibly penis) via trouser pockets.

You might think Normal Bob Smith something of a hero, but, folks, you don’t know the half of it! Stick around as Mr. Pink reveals Smith’s own covert Peeper-peeping techniques and catches the most dastardly Peeper of all, the Picture Peeper.