Communications

One of the more fascinating aspects of working for Treasure Island Media is the fan mail. I've mentioned this before, but much has happened since then, and just recently we've had a slew of fan mail that is simply too good to keep tp ourselves.

First off, Calvin sent in the above caricature of Dawson, and gracefully gave me permission to put it up here. More of his work can be seen at his site, so check it out! Apparently there's a Jesse O'Toole in the works, as well, although considering how big Dawson's cock is in this picture, I'm sure Jesse's is going to go off the page.

There's also this, an email that was sent in unsigned:

DAWNSON I LOVE YOU!!!! I will buy every DAWSON material, not only because he is so determined when doing sex but cause it's so CUTE so SEXY, SO wonderful eyes, so SWEET DOWNSON! a dream of mine come true If I meet you but that's impossible. Have the best of life my dear DAWSON!

Isn't that precious? Paul ended up printing a 20-foot-long version of it for the office wall.

And the pictures we get! I'd put them up here, but we have to stand by the 2257 laws, so until I get a model release I can't show you the photo of the man who had a inverted pentagram tattooed on his asshole or the straight guy with a dildo in his ass that was so large (the dildo, not the ass), that our whole office started arguing whether or not it was Photoshopped.

We realized that what you all have to offer (hints, pictures, stories, fan mail, questions, critiques) needed a more dynamic system of communication than emails, so we set up a new place for you to talk with us and with each other: the Paul Morris Forum. It's a bulletin board that's easy to log on to, and it has all the bells & whistles- including private messaging. I'm really happy with this- we set it up two days ago, and we already have over 60 registered users. I wanted to make sure that the blog readers had a crack at it before I send the press release out and make it a full-blown community.

As a present for you blog readers (What? The Forum wasn't enough? Absolutely not. We love you all.), we're offering free "Fuck You Real Good" t-shirts to the first 10 people who register on the forum and email me their size and mailing address: saul@treasureislandmedia.com.



I count four phallic symbols in the above picture.

Get talking!

UPDATE 1/27/06- Randy got permission to use the picture of Hank Stone's tattooed hole. Thanks to Randy, Hank, and Hanks tattoo artist, whose site can be found here.

Fast Times at T.I.M. High

Last week’s t-shirt winners prizes (t-shirts) go out today. Congratulations to everybody! I’m so proud of all of you. Let’s play for beanies this week- first 10 people to comment below (and email me their mailing addresses saul@treasureislandmedia.com) get cute, comfy, warm beanies, designed by Damon Dogg. I love this perpetual contest.

Dawson’s 50-Load Weekend (Part 2) is currently being duplicated. You can all feel free to start sweating with anticipation. Pictures will be coming soon. Meanwhile, you should keep up with the plot by checking out Dawson’s 50-Load (Part 1).

Yesterday, Paul, Nick, and I discussed the possibility of yet another new line for Treasure Island Media. It’s all top secret, but believe me when I tell you that it will change the face of gay porn, and be like nothing you’ve ever seen. That’s not hyperbole- this shit really hasn’t ever been done before. You are going to love it.

We were also discussing all of you. What do you like? What are you into? As far as we can tell, we have fans from literally all walks of life, with varying tastes in everything (except sex). To get a better feel, and to create a better flow of communication, we’ll be offering the Paul Morris Forums soon. It’ll be a place where you can ask us questions, hang out, cruise, talk shit, or just let us know what’s going on. I’ve been working on getting them together for months now, and I’m excited about seeing them come to fruition.

One last thing- any of you who have websites, feel free to join our affiliate program. I’ve watched it grow- a lot- over the last year, and people are starting to make good money referring people to our site. Paul’s trying to put a community together, and this is just one more way that you can be a part of it.

Business Cards

Yesterday, I was going through the billions of business cards thrown at me like so much confetti over the course of the expo, and Paul suggested that I should post the most interesting ones for you. So, without further ado:



This is Max Hardcore. He really dresses that way. His schtick is to brutally fuck the models, piss in their vaginas, stick lollipops in their assholes, and then make them vomit on his cock. He has them dress like 12-year-olds and smears lipstick all over their faces. At the Expo, he was pushing the girl in this picture around in a wheelchair, and she was dressed up like a broken rag doll. He's very intense and he kind of scares me a little.



This woman's suitcase pimp gave me her card and asked me if I'd like to get to know her. Being an all-around friendly guy, I said sure, but qualified that I would only like to chat (shades of Holden Caufield? Not really. I just didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings). Neither of them were down for talking, but I held onto the card. I like the hint of nipple. It adds class.



These people make "love dolls" and claim that they are the most realistic things on the market. Their website feels like a creepy back alley of the internet, and their dolls are heavy- solid, molded, lumps of an oily, silicon-y material. You can get lighter versions that have the arms and legs removed for the full serial killer experience. I stuck my fingers in a RealDoll's FakeVagina, and it felt like what I imagine a hard, dead, cold vagina to actually feel like. Soon thereafter is when I bought the hand sanitizer.

I stopped at the bar to get some water. By Friday afternoon I was hallucinating from the dehydration, and it got bad enough that I was willing to fight through the hordes of fans clamoring for domestic beer. As I got my water, my head was grabbed by this woman (and keep in mind that there's quite a bit of flash on the picture above. "You have beautiful lips," she said, as she invaded my personal space. "Thank you," I said, pulling away. She was relentless- "Mmmmm. Such a fetish. Wait!" She wrote her phone number on the back of her card. "Call me anytime." I didn't, but I still might. After all, how fascinating is a person who chooses a picture of themselves with a faceful of cum for their business card?



I didn't think to bring a camera. Nick brought a camera, but forgot batteries. Tom whupped us both by packing a well-charged camera. He walked around on Sunday in the guise of a fan, and took pictures of the fans as they salivated over pornstars who could best be described, after four days of working a high-energy expo, as "exhausted". This is demonstrated above. Notice how the novelty of having ginormous breasts on this guy's head isn't really amusing to anyone involved. "Yes, yes. I have breasts on my head," the breasted man seems to be thinking.



Here's an even better example. The breasted man in this picture has his eyes closed. Perhaps he is smelling her boobs. Probably he is. Savoring this chesty moment as best he can. The model, however, has had a sea of faces buried in her tits over the course of the last four days, and this man's sweaty head is doing nothing to excite her. Her smile is a cold thing, and the high heels that she is no doubt wearing have burned blisters into her feet that make this man's pleasure one of the farthest things from her mind. He, however, could give a shit less as he is enveloped by the sweet, sweet scent of bosom. Mmmmm, bosom.

Adult Entertainment Expo

I spent last week schmoozing around the Adult Entertainment Expo in
Las Vegas. I played up the California PR-man schtick and left my
sunglasses on the whole time.

The Adult Entertainment Expo is like Burningman if Burningman chose
"avarice" as a theme. A sea of naked men and women dancing on
makeshift stripper poles, surrounded by 20-foot-tall poster pictures
of themselves, mobbed by fans and the popping of camera flashes.
Everything promises sex and adventure and excitement, but there's
actually very little of any of these on the convention floor.

But I had a hell of a lot of fun.

The casinos trick your body into believing that it's perpetually
between 4 and 7 p.m.- the light never changes and the drinks flow
all day and all night. There were times, as I snapped my business card



to an LA studio rep and peered at them over my shades, that I thought
maybe I was being too cheesedick about the whole thing. But everyone
seemed suitably impressed, and no one called me out.

Actually, there's no way I could have out-cheesed the people who were
wandering around. I hate to admit it, but I bought (and wrote off as
a business expense) a bottle of hand-sanitizer. And I used it all. The shock of being surrounded by a concentrated dose of LA pornsters in a Vegas environment almost did me in.

Representing T.I.M. was exciting, as people’s reactions could go one of two ways. People would either get excited- I deal with a lot of these people via email and telephone on a day to day basis but have never actually met them, so it was neat to make instant friends, or they would recoil, scared that my evil would rub off on their highly moral hands. There was far more of the former than the latter, so I had plenty of people to chat with.

Tom Bolt, part of our New Barbary Coast sales department (and owner of the warmest voice you’ll ever hope to hear), came along to find to studios to represent. New Barbary Coast was Paul’s brainchild about a year ago, when he realized that there were far too many maverick gay porn studios out there who, due to their being “too edgy,” weren’t being distributed by anyone. So he started yet another company, NBCD, to help them get into retail stores. Tom blanketed a number of studio owners with his voice, and came away with some juicy contacts.

Always on the lookout for fresh talent, Nick Stevens, our casting director, also came along- to get some naked pictures of the Vegas boys. The last time I saw him at the convention, he was walking around with a slice of beefcake wearing a T.I.M. shirt. I can only assume that this means you’ll see a slice of beefcake wearing Dawson in the near future.

One of my most notable meetings was with New York’s adult film auteur Joe Gallant of Black Mirror Productions. Joe’s a bit of an anachronism, a piece of 60’s mentality with a deep love of administering yogurt enemas to his performers. Talking to him is an experience not to be missed- “groovy” makes a regular appearance in his vocabulary, but he means it. He’s recently made a transition from shooting some of the most incredibly interesting straight porn around to making gay films. He gave me a copy to check out, and I look forward to checking it out. Anyhow, he brought up his newest discovery, a transsexual from Michigan who’ll be starring in the film he’s currently shooting, tentatively titled Atomic Skullfuck Orgy. I met up with him in a Vegas tranny bar and proceeded to try to look up his discovery’s skirt.

I want to say congratulations to everyone who asked for a t-shirt. You won! Woohoo! I’m going to start having a new contest every week, starting now. The first five people to comment below get a brand new “FUCK THE SEX POLICE” t-shirt. Make sure to email me (saul@treasureislandmedia.com) after you comment, and give me your mailing address.

xox