Strip Karaoke from May Ling Su on Vimeo.

This is all of the Strip Karaoke (the album) music videos. Including the ones YouTube banned because there was nudity. And the short scenes in between the songs. Did I tell you there was nudity?

Jay really likes those tube sites, though. He is trying to convince me to post to them because they’re so popular and a good way to get new traffic (though I wonder, with the amount of free content on those sites, how many people are really clicking out).

It is kind of like the Napster of porn. Porn producers can take the tube sites down legally one at a time, or embrace it and figure out a way to earn royalties from them.

What do you think? Do you watch porn on the tube sites? How do you feel about them?

While you’re thinking about it, here is my scene with Max Hardcore, as embedded from XVideos.com:

Get your fuck on, it’s Friday!!!

We decided it would be a girl-girl thing, and that it was ok for Jay to take photos. We weren’t getting “full service” but she said she’d get us going then sneak out when Jay and I were hot and ready for each other. I admit I gave up control of what was about to happen. She’s the professional, I thought, she must know what she’s doing. I didn’t tell her what my expectations were. I guess I just didn’t really know what to expect, total amateur that I was.

She stripped down to her thong and let me suck on her nipples. Then she went down on me, which was mere lip service (pardon the pun) and definitely not amazing. Worse, when she smelled Jay lighting up at the table across from the bed, she got up immediately and asked to join him. Then she got dressed and out of there.

This photo is the best thing that came out of that night. This is my $1000 photo:

It was a disappointing experience from beginning to end. Negotiating rates up front is a buzz kill. I wish I was informed about these details on the phone, before the woman was in my room. For the moment to work for me, I need to take care of business with her agent, then keep the business side of it to a minimum when we’re together. You know, the “leave the money on the nightstand” approach.

In the end, I felt taken advantage of. I felt angry at myself for not demanding what my money was worth, or at least what she initially said she would do for us. Ultimately, I knew this sexual encounter would not be as exciting for me as one that is created out of genuine attraction. I learned that hiring a sex worker is just like hiring any professional. Some are excellent at what they do, some need to be followed up, and others need to be micromanaged to get what I want. The first kind makes work a pleasure, it makes money no object at all. In the case of sex work, the latter two turns what was supposed to be pleasure into work. I suspect that one can get better at hiring sex workers as one becomes more savvy. I’ve read about people who’ve built client-sex worker relationships that span years.

We haven’t had much more experience hiring sex workers after that. Jay and I have paid for lapdances, that was fun, but that’s not really sex. Does anyone else have some John-related experience to share? I’d love to hear them.

Jay and the guys hung out back while I resumed the very glamorous task of mopping the kitchen floor. Later they came back in and Foxy said he and his friend were going to the Las Vegas Porn Convention in January, asked us to come, too. I smiled but didn’t answer. We met John Fox at our suite at the Venetian in Vegas during the Porn Convention. I remember John Fox telling me he went to UP (University of the Philippines) and when I told him I went to Ateneo he said, “Smart girl!” Then I spread my legs and he took some snapshots.

Tonight the glamour girl of Las Vegas 2002 is far away. I took a break from mopping the floor to chat. John Fox was asking what we were up to. He said the last time he was on my site I was corrupting a minor. “He’s not a minor! He’s nineteen!”

Listen to me… he’s not a minor, he’s nineteen.

What is up with friends who visit my site and don’t leave a comment? Why did Foxy feel more comfortable commenting to me in person than he did on my site? And why am I asking all these questions now on my site, and not then when he was talking to me in person? People are weird, me included. We experience the moment, let it gestate in our subconscious, then recall it later with opinions and questions. What about experiencing and commenting at the same time? I guess that’s why sports announcers are few.

I only spent one day with Susan Shah. It was at the Porn Convention in Las Vegas over two years ago. I remember being struck by her femininity, how easily I slipped into giggling with her about men, the gentle touch of her hand when she pulled me into her room to whisper about girly things… clothes, sex, luxury.

I remember asking if she was planning to go all the way with transforming herself into a woman. She said that she liked her penis, and that she was more rare and special with it than without. I liked that. This certainty of what she wanted, who she wanted to be, was admirable to me. Her courage to be uncompromisingly herself inspired me.

So I am shocked beyond belief when I got news of her tragic death. She was an up and coming artist, and a strong voice in transgender issues. It seemed to me there was more she could have done in life, but that is not for me to decide or judge. Whatever her reasons, the turmoil or despair that may have prompted her, it is still all uncompromisingly her.

God giveth and taketh away. She has shown me the power of her god-ness – as creatrix of her own life and her own death. Susan Shah is her own alpha, omega and everything else in between.

He was surprisingly friendly and well-mannered. At my request he autographed his poster, featuring the cute Catalina! I was so touched I gave Max a great big kiss and asked him if I could be a Max Girl too. He smiled politely and said that they were not planning any shoot, but if I gave him a minute to call his crew, he would see what he could do for me.

Before long, we were shooting a prologue at the convention hall. Then after gathering my stuff, we headed back to his place to shoot the rest of the scene. I loved it! Max and his crew were the kindest pack of gentlemen I had met at the entire convention. Mr. Max is so professional that I felt safe in his hands even while he brutalized me! Oh, it was amazing what he did to me – things I had never EVER done before!

After double reaming my ass endlessly with his cock and a long dildo, he then pulled his cock out of my ass, and let go of a huge gushing stream of piss into my face and mouth! I had never received a golden shower before in my life! He pushed a large rubber hose into my poophole, and gave me a long thin clear piece of tubing as a straw. He then filled my wide open ass with cum and piss, made me blow bubbles and suck it out with the clear tubing in my mouth. I sucked endless amounts of cum and piss out of my ass hole. It’s insane! I have never seen anything like it before. It totally freaks me out, and it’s ME!

Believe it or not, I had an amazing time. It lifted my spirits to perform with such an imagination. Max never hurt me once, he’s a total pro. I learned so much from my whole experience. Thanks for the good time, cowboy!

At the Expo I met Mika Tan who helped me get out of a real jam. You see, the security told me that I had to pop all my erosic balloons. They were concerned that they would float up and jam the air conditioning. They said to pop them NOW, not to walk, move, or anything – just pop them.

A crowd gathered when Mika started to pop the heart-shaped erosic balloons with her ass, and well, suddenly we all started to pop the balloons with our asses – just as the guards had asked. We were sad to say good bye to our lovely balloons but we were having too much fun, and generating quite a stir among the crowd. The security people yelled at us, “we didn’t mean POP it like that!”

I arrived at Las Vegas noontime and met up with my friends, Tony and Nina. Jay and I are sharing a room with them at the Venetian – a scrumptious suite with two queen size beds, a sunken living room and the bathroom of my dreams – with enough mirrors so that I can see what the back of my head looks like when I fix my hair. After settling into our hotel room and having a late dimsum lunch, I had only an hour left before the Adult Expo closed for the day, so I quickly got dressed, donned my pink wig and headed downstairs for the festivities.