I’ve been getting a lot of comments and emails about the Anal Sense story. Recently, Jim left me a comment and I responded but I thought I’d post it here as well, cause I think it’s a cool comment and response.

Jim: I expect some of your problem with anal sex is tied to the whole poo thing. Understandable, but its the kind of thing that can be overcome. A lot of women have similar issues with semen and I know it took me a little while to get used to eating out a woman.

But that as you know, that is not the whole issue.
The big issue is the pain. If you ever try anal sex again, it should be with a man who actually knows how to initiate a woman, not some joker who doesn’t know to use lube or whose nose is full of coke.

Trouble is…. it seems like you tend to be attracted to jerks and as long as that is the kind of man you are in bed with, you are unlikely to have an enjoyable experience in your ass.

I’ve been penetrated anally and find it to be pleasant in a way that is only vaguely sexual. I know some of this is a result of having a prostrate, but I think it also simply feels good.

But if I add direct stimulation of my penis while being penetrated, the combination is very intense.
This is almost surely a by-product of the effect on my prostate.

If you can relax and simply feel the sensations during anal sex and set aside an agenda to “get off”, you may (or may not) find that it is a pleasant change of pace. One thing is for sure, I don’t think you have given anal sex a real chance because you were with men who were ill equipped to introduce you to it.

Alix: Good point Jim, I did like jerks. I think most women and most men go through a “chasing” or “nurse” phase. I liked to chase the guys and wanted to fix them. It took me a while before I became tired of chasing and realized I couldn’t fix anyone. Not to mention the fact that I had to fix myself.

But this story wasn’t about my problems with men, it was about my problems with anal.

It felt like I was taking a shit. Considering the guy I did it with and his ability to make me cower and freak out at the slightest thing, I had good reason to be afraid that I did indeed shit on his dick. But I didn’t and I gritted my teeth to get through with it.

I wasn’t looking for sexual pleasure, I was trying to please him. He was the one who wanted me to get off. I just wanted to make him happy which was my very dysfunctional way of getting off with him.

A while ago I was with a couple who wanted me to pleasure the woman. While I fucked her in the vagina her husband fucked her in the ass. I used a dildo and she squirted. It was fascinating and I wanted to do it myself. I don’t squirt and have been told that women can do it while being penetrated anally–sometimes. So yeah I’m going to try it again, soon. And you can bet I wont do it with an asshole.

The whole experience made me stronger and writing about it made me smarter. I appreciate the comments.

There is a GINORMOUS storm in Chicago! It’s very exciting! Tornado sirens were screaming and the weather channel was on constant Chicago watch. Since this blog is about my life as a porn star, I’ve never talked about how much I love storms in the summer. Put it to you this way, if it weren’t for the tropical hillbillies infesting the Florida Panhandle, I’d move there and live in a shack with a tin roof and watch lightning all the time.

Usually, with the exception of last year, Chicago has some pretty awesome thunderstorms at the end of June and beginning of July. The light show is amazing, specially if you are close to the lake. I was driving from Lincolnshire to Rogers Park Monday night and saw some amazing bolts of lightning. I think if I ever got a tattoo it would be lightning. Not the traditional lightning bolt but the finger like ones that split into four and five. I’d also have them be invisible by day and glow in the dark at night. That’s impossible so I’m not doing it, but if I could have a tattoo like that I would.

So I’m sitting on the couch reading the TVGasm recap of Real Housewives of New Jersey (I read rather than watch. It’s very uncomfortable to watch these white trash women who have no grasp on the English language vomit money and buy mansions decorated with their High Colonic leftovers.), when I hear the tornado sirens. I hear them every Tuesday morning, but have never heard them at night on a Wednesday. I got so excited and adrenalin pumped through me. I turned on the weather channel and was accosted by a constant beeping warning the nation of the possibility of a tornado in Chicagoland. I jumped up, grabbed my umbrella and ran outside. I’m crazy like that. There was a green hue to the sky and it was very calm. I learned that this is indeed the sign that a tornado was soon to come. There was a rolling thunder that was constant for the whole 15 minutes I was outside. It cracked and roared while flashes of light lit up the green sky every few seconds. I was totally turned on. My fantasy is to have sex under a tree during a thunderstorm. The noise scares me and makes me feel like Mother Nature’s submissive and I will bow down and do anything she wants just to get fucked hard.

Oh wow! See I can draw a correlation between sex and everything.

Unfortunately, no tornadoes touched down in Chicago. There were a few funnel clouds in Chicago Heights, but I’ll bet Gary Indiana will get something bigger. I’m not for the destructive tornadoes, I just want one to say “Hello, I’m neato and wanted to tell you guys in Chicago that yes, I can fuck you hard but I won’t this time so be good”. It could touch down on LSD for a second and tear up one of the flower beds and a tree Daley taxed the shit out of us for planted and then leave with hardly any destruction. Shit, it would destroy everything, what am I talking about? As long as no one dies I’m ok with it. And tree-huggers shut-up! I’m from the city I don’t even know what a tree is! I’m a concrete-hugger!

I hope it rains next week because the sexy man is coming and I want to fuck him under a tree. The weather channel says yes, it will rain while WGN says no it will be sunny. Either way I’m having sex under a tree–if I can figure out what a tree is.

My friend Peter Lambert is showing his movie Dead American Woman tomorrow night at 8pm at the Portage Theater, 4050 W Milwaukee Ave. I’m in the movie! Naked, of course. I’m so excited to see the finished product that Peter and Julie Fab worked so hard to produce. If you are in Chicago I suggest you come see the film. I have the full invitation on my facebook page.

I heard from a fan that I was on the front page of Freeones. Considering how little work I do in the porn world, that’s quite a compliment. Speaking of porn, I have been considering trying out financial humiliation. Sounds weird and I haven’t totally made up my mind yet. I have said before that I am horrible at domination and humiliation. Trying to get into financial humiliation seems to be the opposite of what I’m about, However, right now on Clips.com its the number one seller. I have no idea why any man would want to watch a bitchy girl demand he buy her things, but it seems to be working. Pretty, sexy and nice girls aren’t selling like they used to so I have to do what makes money. I want to know what you think. Who’s into it and who’s not? Why? Do you think I can be a brat and still look good? Remember, its not me but sometimes we all have to make sacrifices to put food on the table.

Speaking of making money, business sucks! I get at least 3 no call no show’s a day. I don’t know if these tools get a kick out of making an appointment just to perform the act of talking to me or if they are just idiots. I think its both. At least once a day, I get a call from someone requesting that I abuse them in some way. Most of the time its smothering. I have big natural boobs so I get it. However, I have never seen anyone who requests this. Sure they make appointments but they never show up. There is a site I belong to that is for women only and I read a comment explaining that most of the domination requests were crap and the guys never show up. I let them make an appointment and book on top of it. The only reason they call is to have me be a bitch on the phone. A while back I tried to be a bitch, now I don’t bother and say “when? ok, see ya” and hang up. It’s a pain in the ass and a waste of time. I hope next week is better. Chicago is getting just as bad as LA. Even worse, I saw a guy on Clark wearing a fedora the other day. I wanted to kick him in the face. I thought Chicago was immune.

I will be in Chicago until the 26th. The 27 through the 29th I will be in Miami. If you are in Chicago or Miami and want to meet me please get in touch.

Also, don’t text me a million times. I don’t have time to type on a tiny keyboard just so you can get your jollies by thinking you have a personal relationship with me. Texting drives me crazy and I think it’s pretty lame. People text you when they are afraid to talk to you. I never make appointments by text. It’s shady and I don’t trust it. I text my friends and I text addresses. Get balls and call me on the phone. I’m a nice girl and not scary at all.

AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE, I DO NOT PARTY!!!!! I have not met one man who can keep an erection while “partying” so why in the world would you want me to talk you ear off and get turned off by your spongy, limp dick?

I’m done bitching. Stay tuned, I’m doing a photo shoot on Monday and will have new pics, meanwhile, here’s a pic from my phone.

I’m not leaving Chicago. I can never leave Chicago. Chicago is my home and I would miss it too much. When I am away from Chicago for an extended period, I go nuts. It’s like there is this gigantic magnet underneath the Loop pulling me back to the frigid windy city.

It happened when I was in LA, I went coo-coo. I thought I was psychic and started seeing the future which was filled with menacing, appearance addicted wannabes wearing fedoras. They told me to wear ill-fitting $2000 jumpsuits cinched with $500 wide leather belts because if the fabric rides up your ass and looks too big all at the same time, that’s hot! They preached about how I had to get cosmetic surgery and be thin with stiff, jell filled boobs so I could get the BIG jobs. More importantly, I could land that extremely wealthy trust-fund stud with the permanent five-o’clock shadow and pit stains topped of with a rat pack hat that he farted on right before he left the house his dad wore when touring with Sinatra-who also happens to be his godfather. If not, they said I could maybe get lucky with a few small S&M or BBW scenes (not to be sold in LA but everywhere else). I would also land the wannabe screen writer/director from Indiana sporting a faux-hawk topped with a bald spot living with five other guys in a three bedroom Hollywood apartment.

It was scary. But not all people in LA are like that. In fact, most of the people I’ve met in LA are awesome. The others are just funnier to write about.

I like my boobs and don’t really mind that I’m a size 12. If I had to get cosmetic surgery, I think I would get something to shrink my pores or get rid of lines I don’t want. I’d spend my money and get some sort of high-tech facial or body wrap that promises to make me look younger and healthier.

Huh? Let me re-think that. Alix+more money=fun. Fun is not plastic surgery or day-long spa treatments. I’d totally spend my money on shoes, sexy lingerie, clothes, cars, travel and home decor. I care about my appearance but not enough to spend huge amounts to perfect it. I might get a few things like my hair and nails done maybe even facials but unless I feel really ugly, I will spend my remaining young years playing.

And the men….I don’t want any of the above and some more that I didn’t mention.

No I am not leaving Chicago for LA. I do want to get an apartment in LA so I can avoid our cold winters and have a lot of sex with…
I plan on keeping a place in Chicago so don’t worry dudes, I’ll be in Chi-Town at least once a month.

Porn news: Score wants to shoot an interracial later this month. They offered me less money than I want so I asked for more. This means there is a chance I will not do the shoot either because I pissed them off or they can’t pay me. They eliminated the solo magazine spread but I know its still going to be a 10 hour day. I have to stand up for myself sometime.

I also have to make sure I don’t work with one particular guy. You might remember my Bang Brothers fiasco a few years back. If not I’ll remind you. I did a little video with Bunny De LA Cruz and this self proclaimed stud for Bang Brothers. Not only could the stud not keep his dick hard but the director/camera man tried to become my pussy’s BFF. And then BB’s accountant paid my friend Bunny in front of me. They also paid her more. I got strep-throat after I returned to Chicago and spent a week in bed. This prompted me to get every STD test I could. Then I  complained to Bang Brothers. They didn’t like that at all. I have to say I was a bit harsh on the stud but he was a whiner and I know I was nice to him both at Score and Bang Brothers while he looked at me rolling his eyes and talking about the hotter girls he’s worked with. Guys who don’t want to work with bigger chicks should just say no to BBW video offers. According to him, he works all the time and makes tons of money that he can spend bar hopping and impressing the hot babes. Obviously he doesn’t need to do videos with girls he can’t get a hard-on for.

I was treated by the camera man, my co-star and Bang Brothers the way I imagined I would be treated by the industry, like a piece of meat. I know my reaction was not professional or good for my career, but I don’t really care about being a famous porn star. Like every other job I’ve had, I am not a good employee. So if you are wondering about my next Bang Brothers video, don’t hold your breath. It’s not going to happen.

Travel: I’m not sure if I’m going to New York. I’ve heard its a lot like LA business wise. If you want me there you need to get in touch with me pronto. This weekend I am in LA. I’ll be back in Chicago on the 8th of June.

Just for fun, here’s a pic.

I’m going back to Chicago for a bit. I need to take care of some things before I make a move to LA. If you want to get in touch with me there is info on my schedule page. I should be back on Saturday the 15th.

LA is awesome but it’s a bad place to work. Too many flakes and scammers.

I only plan on being in Chicago for 2 weeks to a month. If you have been emailing me or calling and I am not responding please don’t take offense. I’ve been busy. Well I WAS busy. I’m trying to catch up on emails.

I am planning on coming back to LA in early June then traveling to New York mid June and Dallas at the end of June. Hopefully I will be able to finally settle in LA in July. No matter what, at some point I will be moving to LA and I plan on doing it this year. Yes I want to live here despite the disappointments, the assholes and the overall consensus, held by industry people in LA, that all women should be a size 0. I love the weather, I love the people I have met and befriended. I love the mountains. And I love that LA is one of the weirdest and wildest places I’ve ever been.

LA also has a large population of douchebags and one of my favorite things is to spot douchebags and laugh at them with my friends. The other night after eating Chicago Style Pizza which was pretty good, my friend and I counted at least 10 fedoras in 10 minutes walk by us as we sat outsite the restaurant smoking. It was funny because each fedora came with a different kind of douchebag. There was the classic, Ed Hardy molested douchebag, complete with rubber cancer bracelets. The funkadelic douchebag whose fedora looked so tiny sitting high atop his afro. The emo douchebag, wearing something that he considered clothing, eyeliner and black lipstick and needs to have his ass kicked because of his hair alone. There also was a Guido douchbag, a hippy douchbag, a punkrock douchbag and a mexican punkrock or emo douchebag. They all wore fedoras, a really nice hat that shouldn’t be worn so casually. Most of these guys aren’t even worthy of a fedora.

The thing I will miss the most is the amazing sex I had. I don’t remember the last time I’ve had sex for thirty-six hours. It’s what I will come back for in hopes of breaking that record. Yes it was with one guy and no I am not giving any details except that it is amazing.

So get ready Chicago, I’m coming home!

Another picture from the shoot the other night.

Enjoy!

I went by April Flores and Carlos Batts’ place last night for a photoshoot. April did an amazing job on my makeup and Carlos took incredible pictures. Here’s one that I really like. I’m submitting these to an agent so wish me luck!

I was chatting with my roommate in Chicago this afternoon. He was wondering when I was coming home. I’m also wondering that too. I like it here and want to move here. Any suggestions LA people?

He mentioned that I was on Fleshbot. I was floored! I knew Gram Ponante posted about me on Porn Valley Observed, but I had no idea he was going to put me up on Fleshbot! It’s such an honor. I again am professing my love for him. I love you Gram Ponante!

The post is about the toy he gave me for my birthday called OhMiBod Freestyle. I have to confess I was a bit drunk on Jager Bombs and April Flores’ boobies so the mechanics of the toy are lost on me. He just turned it on and I let it do its work on my pussy. It was a bit surprising and having an orgasm to a musically charged vibrator and I highly recommend it!

So go read about it on Fleshbot now and make sure you add Porn Valley Observed to your daily reading list that this blog better be on the top of! I’m writing again so take advantage of it!

This is the closest I can get to a military themed video. Enjoy.

Yes I am still in LA, I don’t want to go home. I’m thinking two more weeks. I want to stay in a hotel close to my friends and spend nights doing things most would only dream of…..for hours.

I would like to backtrack and write about something that I believed I would never hear said to me, which was: “You’ll never work in this town again!” Well not exactly, but that’s the gist. Only in LA!

About a week before I left Chicago, I got an email from a photographer who wanted to know what my rates were for a photo session that he could use on his site. I told him, and of course it was too much. I asked him to call and he did. His name was Ben Inca–something that made me want to say Gesundheit. He ran some boob site that I never heard of with a name that escapes me. He said he liked my pics, but thought he could do better work, more professional photos. He also complimented me on my tits, ass and face.

We agreed to do a trade which is something I rarely do anymore. He seemed nice and I wanted to see what he could do. We then realized that we would not be in LA at the same time. I said I might return to LA if I could a week or two after my initial visit. He asked me to let him know.

Next I received a ton of phone calls and text messages regarding several postings I had placed in the LA area. I don’t save numbers until I meet someone regardless of who they are or what they do. Several of these texts were from Ben. I had no clue who he was so I had to keep asking. Even when he did identify himself as Ben, I was still clueless. He eventually told me he was the photographer and wanted news about my possible second trip. This was before I left so I still wasn’t sure what my plans were.

Incidentally, I like to think I start out with a plan but most of the time my plans change dramatically. This explains the original 3 week CA trip that turned into a 6 to 8 week trip.

I realized I did want to go to SF on the 12th to see The Justin, and I got a great deal on the hotel…see video. I informed Ben and he was bummed but we figured there was still time in the future. I felt guilty never knowing who he was when he called or texted which is why the next happened…

I got into LA Friday night and later saw Mr. Bald. Similar to Mr. Big on that Sex in the City Show. Yet Mr. Bald is poor and bald. Also, I do not want to marry or end up with Mr. Bald as Carrie did in the series. I just wanted to see him and possibly give him a pity fuck. He said it had been way too long.

I was on my way to see Mr. Bald when I got a call around midnight from Ben Gesundheit! He said his plane was delayed until around 3pm the next day and he wanted to get together early to do a 1/2 hour shoot with me.  Remember when I said I was feeling guilty?…I agreed to meet him at 10:30am.

This was stupid on my part. I knew Mr. Bald and I would be up all night drinking and catching up on the last three years. We were up until four am drinking and talking about how cold Chicago is compared to LA. It was fun and nice. It was also planned, unlike my shoot for the following morning.

I woke up at 9:30 at Mr. Bald’s and proceeded to text Ben that I would not be able to make the shoot. I know its lame but Ben seemed to like to text and I was too raspy to talk–fucking Jack Daniels!

Here we go!

First: the shoot was for free! FREE! Second: he wanted to do the shoot in my hotel room. So these “more professional” looking pictures would have looked like all the hooker in hotel room pics I see everywhere. Third: he set the appointment up at the last minute at midnight. Fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh: it was FREE! FREE! FREE! FREE!

As I was sleeping off the remnants of Jack Daniels and sex with the ex, I received these messages from Gesundheit!:

“you are flaking via text message an hour before?”

And

“I’m going to let the other producers I know that your simply a flaky whore without an ounce of professionalism. Your fat stupid ass wont more of my time.”

I know you are all thinking, no! Stop! Alix! Please! Dignity!

Fuck that!

One: I counted 20 texts sent by Gesundheit! during the course of a week. He likes to text!

Two: if one is going to use apostrophes in texts, they should at least be consistent. He starts out with I’m, which is correct. Yet, in this phrase: “your simply a flaky whore”, the esteemed mogul used “your” which is possessive. This implies that I own a flaky whore. I do not. What he meant was you are, spelled you’re. This is one of my biggest pet peeves and since he decided to use the apostrophe initially why not keep on using it? Dammit! An important influential person would know that, or at least have his assistant write the text! Also in the apostrophe realm, wont (used as a verb-I’m guessing since it came after a noun-pronoun in the notable producer’s text- means: to accustom (as a person), as to a thing; to be used to, as a routine (dictionary.com baby!).  So my stupid fat ass,  according to his ponderous text, is going to get used to or accustomed to more of his time. We all know he meant won’t, as in will not. Apostrophe!

Fuck I hate texting sometimes!

Three: he was so busy calling all his producer friends that he forgot the word “waste” which may have stopped me from even critiquing his texting language. Probably not, I hate the your/you’re mistake!

Four: lame put downs are always a waste of time. “Flaky whore”? Come on man! How about, “Alix you ignorant slut!” or to have fun with some pseudo alliteration, “screwy, psycho strumpet!” “Cunt” always works well no matter where you put it. And, “fat stupid ass”? Lets try, “Rubenesque, illiterate heiney face!”

Now I’m bored. I want to use “Donkey Punch” but writing it is enough.

Point is, I don’t care! I’m really glad I canceled on this guy. He reacted like a psychotic zit! His insults made me think he may have tried to kill me with geekery and puss. I really don’t want my friends to see an episode of Law and Order based on my murder as some lame poser-mogul LARPing party gone wrong.

I adore my photographers. I have a good relationship with the producers I know and work with. I love my fellow adult actors and actress friends.  I don’t really need to make more of myself in the porn industry as an actress or model. I just want to have fun and bounce around ideas and scenarios. I want to experience it all so I can write it.

So if someone wants to waste their time blacklisting a small-time model from the Midwest, that’s fucking spectacular! I can write about it! I can talk about it and laugh with my friends about it! Now I’m the uber important fat ass whore who can make a producer cry!

I will be on Playboy Radio’s Night Calls with Christy Canyon and Nicki Hunter tonight at 6pm Pacific. Tune into SIRIUS 99 and XM 99. Yes this time I will be on! Call in and support me 877-205-9796! Click here for a free 7day trial and hear me tonight for free!

Wednesday was my birthday which I spent hung over. Tuesday night, April Flores and her husband Carlos Batts joined me and a friend in a mini celebration at my hotel. Gram Ponante came as well, with Jager bombs and sex toys. The night included me prancing down the hotel hallway in a french maid’s outfit, a spooge fest, and getting something written on my chest in eyeliner (I just have red marks now and they are unreadable). By the end of the night everyone was naked! Yes, it is all on tape. It was also probably the best birthday party I have had in 15 years.

To sum it all up, I now worship the ground Gram Ponante walks on, want to have sex with April every day, want Carlos to direct me in all of my movies and have a crush on an army lieutenant–which is weird because I am a total pacifist and think our defense system is bullshit-still do but he’s cute, has a uniform and says stuff like niner and tango.

Going back a week, these photos were shot in Monterey by my friend Scott who has all these outrageous costumes. We shot for at least 4 hours and only got through two outfits. We also shot video and Alix in Wonderland was not a very good girl. I have a feeling when Lewis Carrol was all drugged up and wrote the first draft of Alice in Wonderland he probably had in mind the orgy Alix in Wonderland experienced. Unless he wasn’t into girls or boobs and I’m glad I don’t really know. I feel a kinship with him since he probably did more acid than he could remember like me. Acid was fun but weird and I stopped doing it when I was 22. When I had a three hour conversati0n with Jim Morrison under my bed (in ‘92), I knew I had to quit.

Kira Knightly is really really beautiful (despite needing to eat a lot more marshmallows and In-n-Out Animal Style Burgers), but I doubt she could fill this Pirate suit out like I can. Actually I spilled out of it more than filled it.

Enjoy the pictures. I’m still working on the post about my first stop in LA which of course includes a Ron Jeremy Experience. Hopefully that will go up before I return home to Chicago. Also, catch my appearance on Gram Ponante’s site and this free Sensational video!

And YES I know the site is slow and being very difficult! We are working on it. Deal if you want to see me naked.

Ok pictures for now….stories later!

Months ago when I planned this trip my itinerary was: LA, Monterey, San Francisco, Monterey and then home to Chicago. Then I thought I would do LA a second time instead of San Francisco. I wanted the money and didn’t think I could work in San Francisco. The main reason for San Francisco was to see Justin. I got online to tell Justin my new plan and we decided to video chat. One look at him and I decided to go to San Francisco after all. I’ll be going to LA after Monterey for another 8 days.

After a really great stay in LA and Monterey, I decided to get a hotel in San Francisco. I was originally going to stay with Justin (in retrospect I should have stayed with him). I got a junior suite at the Sofitel for around $100 a night. In Chicago, at this time of year even in the snow and freezing cold, the Sofitel is around $250 a night. I was ecstatic!

Unfortunately, San Francisco sucked for business. The hotel is around 30 minutes outside the city and I’m told people are too lazy to drive out to see me. It really sucked balls! I don’t think I will be coming back to work San Francisco again.

I’m kicking my self and freaking out about money now. It’s going to be difficult to get a hotel for 8 days in LA. I am scrambling for porn work too, trying to set up a biracial and a b/g for Sensational. Both guys are pretty much top of the line sex machines so I’m looking forward to it. However, the Sensational guy is taking his own sweet time getting it together.

So on Valentines Day I’m cursing San Francisco when I see Justin online. We planned to be together that night and I was so overwhelmed with worry I kind of forgot. Good thing I saw him and remembered because despite all the problems that I have had here, he pretty much made me forget them all for a good day and a half. I can’t remember when I’ve had a better Valentines Day.

Among the many things we video taped, this is the one that I planned on putting on the site. It’s one of the better hotel hallway nudity scenes I’ve done in a long time. In fact I think its the only one. The rest were pictures. The lighting sucked but I’m sure you can pick out the important parts.

Naughty in San Francisco’s Sofitel hallway from Alix Lakehurst on Vimeo.

That’s what you missed San Francisco. But don’t worry I will still be in the area until the 21st. So if you want to see me, you’d better hurry.

If you can read this you are one of the lucky ones who can access my site. I can’t even get to it. I had to go to the admin directly to add this post. When I type in my url and hit enter I can see my site then automatically get redirected to another site. The warning comes up for a sec saying “this site has a poor reputation”. Fucker! I can’t even choose to ignore the warning. Fucker! When I get to LA I have someone who can look at it and then hopefully I can resume posting again. Cause I feel much better and have lots to say.

Yes I am going to be in LA from the 5th to the 9th. I’m staying in Hollywood and if you would like to meet me please email me at alixlakehurst@gmail.com or alix@wecouldbenaked.com. Do it soon cause I’m booking up fast. After LA I will be in Monterrey for a few days then San Francisco then back in Monterrey. If you want to see me there let me know.

Yes I started doing THAT! Don’t judge! Everyone likes sex and everyone needs it. I’m having a ball and don’t understand why I was so afraid.

I should be back on the 22nd of February, just in time for my birthday on the 25th. If I can I may run back to LA for another few days.

I have plans to shoot with Gram Ponante. I love him and can’t wait. I am also planning on seeing Ron Jeremy. I didn’t contact Christy Canyon cause I’m shy. Yes I’m a dork. Whatever! She’s busy with her life. I might get the courage when I’m there. I hope its not when I’m drunk.

Ok so you got the info. Hope to see you if you fans in LA!