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Bettie Page In A Coma.

Bettie Page

James Beltran, an Associated Press Writer, reports Bettie Page has had a heart attack and is in a coma. Her management company, the Curtis Management Group, says she’s “critically ill”.

And a friend of hers says she’s in a coma, which her managers aren’t denying.

Which totally bums me out.

Bettie Page is 85 years old.

I dunno if you caught the Bettie Page biopic, but I did, and I liked it. I especially liked the way the film makers captured creepy dudes behaving totally creepy around her while she was out in public places…which, not long after she retired being a model, was something she seldom did.

In fact, I don’t think she went out much while she was a model, but I’m not too sure about that.

Here’s a porno history lesson, so listen up, especially if you don’t already know this:

In the 50’s, amateur “camera clubs” would hire models; cities all over the US had their own club. Which is to say a bunch of horny perverts, much like myself, with their cameras in tow, would haul ass to whoever in the camera club was hosting the model that weekend (don’t you know it was the dude whose wife was away), and the pervs would crowd around the model and request certain wardrobe; they’d ask her to strike various poses, and if they had really big balls they might have even asked her to nude up and show a little bush, and then they’d haul ass back to their amateur dark rooms in their basements and develop the pics, and then look at their “work” and beat off like a monkey in the zoo.

Ain’t it grand to be a pervert in the 21st century! No more dark rooms and developing and crowding around a model at your local camera club. Oh, thank you Lord for the wonder that is the internet!

Irving Klaw was based out of New York, and he was a pervert, much like myself, and he sold smut, much like myself, and he was one of the very first fetish photographers. This is post-WW II, when almost everyone was uptight, and The Pervs were just starting to surface. Klaw sold nudie pics out of the back of magazines like Titter, Beauty Parade, Eyeful, and Wink. A lot of Klaw’s work featured women in bondage, and Bettie Page was his most popular model. Eventually, Klaw got into all sorts of legal hassles over the smut he produced, and it got so bad he quit the biz and destroyed a ton of the negatives he had shot over the years.

What a shame.

Bunny Yeager was a former model turned photographer, and she lived in Florida, and she took lots of classy nude shots of her most popular model — Bettie Page. She’s still alive, by the way, and, from what I hear, she’ll be happy to take your portrait.

I want a Bunny Yeager portrait!

Anyways, I’m no Bettie Page expert, but I’m a big fan. Her look is an archetype — nothing less. And I don’t have to tell you that’s something very, very rare.

Even though I just told you.

Someone told me Bettie was most recently living somewhere in Santa Monica and was a recluse. Again, I don’t know this for sure, but it wouldn’t surprise me. She also found Christ.

If you’re ever wondering whatever happened to your favorite porn girl, don’t ever count out becoming a recluse — after finding Christ.

Adrianna Nicole introduced me to Eric Kroll recently, and we’ve become fast friends. Probably cause we’re both perverts who like to take pictures of naked girls, only his are art and mine aren’t. He also collects a lot of the same stupid shit I like to collect. Kroll is known for his fetish work, but don’t tell him I told you that…he doesn’t like to be pigeonholed. Anyways, for a spell he was Bunny Yeager’s agent. And when I first met him, I was totally blown away by all his vintage Bettie Page prints. I ended up buying a few from him, too. Actually, I’m still blown away by lots of things about Eric, which sounds kinda gay…but No Way Am I Gay.

Where am I going with all this now?

Oh, I remember now: Listen up, bros! If you happen to run into a porn star — or a model — while out doing whatever it is you do during your day, don’t be a creep.

Always remember this smart saying from your pal Billy Watson the Smut Peddler: creepy behavior gets absolutely nothing accomplished.

If you’re in absolute need to say something, just say “Hi!” and that you’re a fan, and then move on.

Quickly.

Before she reaches for the mace.

Boo Ya! (Or, Gangsta-Porn Actor Thrown In Da Slamma, Yo!)

Boo Ya Interracial Video

CBS 2 in LA reports:

A self-described gangsta-porn actor was sentenced Monday to more than 6 years in federal prison for gun and cocaine charges.

Duane Moore Reed, 37, a San Fernando Valley man whose nom de porn was “Tony Eveready”, plead guilty to being a felon in possession of a firearm.

The self-styled “thug of porn,” was sentenced Monday in U.S. District Court after pleading guilty to the felony charge. He was also found guilty of possessing cocaine, but acquitted of charges of possession with intent to distribute.

Moore, who lives in Winnetka, also has appeared in two documentary films with the rapper Snoop Dogg.

At trial, investigators testified that during Moore’s post-arrest interview, he said he sold drugs when he was hired for fewer porn appearances.

Before his latest case, Moore had reportedly been convicted of spousal abuse.

Tony Everready pulled off what is, perhaps, the greatest sexual feat I’ve ever shot.

No, he pulled off The Greatest Feat I’ve ever shot…and maybe one of the best I’ve ever even heard about.

We were in Dogfart’s Secret Mansion on a cliff high above The Pacific Ocean.

We booked a girl named Alisha.

And in one of the few movies I’ve ever appeared in, I try to break her “Black Cock Addiction”. That’s the scenario! I was her older brother (I think, but I don’t recall now). It’s really funny to see me act, even though the only thing you see is my back.

Of course Alisha resists my pleas, so I remind Alisha about the time grandpa (I think it was our “grandpa”, but I don’t recall now) caught me smoking a cigar. I told her how upset Grandpa was, and how he asked me not to do it again, but I couldn’t promise that, so Grandpa made me smoke 10 cigars right then and there…and that made me sick, and I never smoked cigars again.

I ask Alisha again, please don’t do black guys, but she can’t make that promise.

So I march out a bunch of black dudes in order to make Alisha sick of black meat.

Think it worked?

Of course not!

And towards the middle of her scene, Alisha gets DP’d.

DP’d = double penetration = a cock in her ass while there’s one in her pussy.

DP’s aren’t really that big a deal…but what if there was only one dude? And that one dude stuffed his balls into Alisha’s ass, and then he stuffed his cock in her pussy?

Enter Tony Everready.

Then enter Tony’s testicles in her anus.

And then his shaft into her vagina.

Now fuck her hard until your balls pop out of her ass!

Then yell BOO YA!

Enter a video that’s become (in)famous all over the net…the “Boo Ya!” video.

Now go to jail for 6 years and hope for the best.

A Conversation with Barbie “Supa Dupa Slut” Cummings

Barbie Cummings

Billy: What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when I show you this picture?

Supa Dupa Slut: Fuck you.

B: That’s not very nice.

SD: Every guy that’s had some sick fantasy of fucking me in all my holes has just lost his boner. I betcha you still got yours, you sick fucker.

B: Actually, I simply cannot beat my meat to any porn I’ve made. In fact, I don’t beat it to porn at all.

SD: That’s bullshit. I know for a fact that you jerk it to No Way Am I Gay.

B: Why are you such a silly slut? Have you always been this way?

SD: Silly? Maybe not. But slut? Yes, definitely. I strongly agree.

B: You just scored a 45 out of 100 on an online self-esteem quiz. A total failure. How do you feel about that?

SD: At least I’m good at something — failing…and sucking dick, I guess.

B: You’re just OK at sucking dick.

SD: (Loudly laughing) That’s cause you get all your oral sex from men, and I can’t compete.

B: Why are you such a silly slut? Have you always been this way?

SD: Um, I have nothing to say. I say, good day!

B: Why do you get to my studio, jump on my computer, and look at things like self-esteem quizzes and IKEA furniture?

SD: Cause you do nothing for me. I have to preoccupy myself with something, or else I go into a deep state of depression. You make me sick.

B: That’s not nice. But then again, neither are buttercups. You love the smell of my ass. Admit it. And my musky ball sac. I love sneaking behind you and forcing my foul odors upon you.

SD: (Sighs). Billy. Do you realize lots of people read this? And you’re admitting, in every aspect, that you stink? Do you have low self-esteem?

B: Only when it comes to the size of my penis.

SD: It’s no one’s fault but your own that your an old, pervy cameraman with a wang that cannot compete with the Negroes that fill my cunt with cum.

B: Aw, just the girl I want to take home to mama.

SD: I have met your mom. And she liked me!

B: That’s true. You did. And she did!

SD: Your dad liked me too. I think a little extra.

B: That’s cause your enormously large, fake fun bags were hanging out of your shirt like they always do.

SD: I want to let everyone who reads your blog know that former school teacher Billy Watson just gave me a grammar lesson on the sentence above, and why there’s no comma between “fake” and “fun”. What a fucking tool you are! No wonder you whacks it to No Way Am I Gay.

B: “You whacks it”??

SD: God bless. I give up.