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San Diego’s Diminishing Erotic Entertainment Supply Just Got Lower.

by Les

I was admiring the adult coloring book art taped up on the hallway wall board in Les Girls stripclub last night. Hadn’t been there in a while and experienced mixed feelings about my visit. I used to venture in there on rare occasions in the late 1980’s, then again in 1990, and the prices hadn’t seem to have changed with the economy: $10 door charge; 75-cent soft drinks (in cans); $10 one-song lap dances in the curtained booths and $30 three-song private dances in the rooms in back. The seediness of the decor was refreshingly identical to what I remember, if at the same time a bit depressing. Until 1992 when the large billboard signs were removed from over the roof outside with their 1960’s psychedelic font lettering saying “LOVE-In” this club was a true time capsule of flower power counterculture nostalgia. But all things change eventually.

I’ve had the urge to revisit this place for a while so I stopped by last night around 7:30, which turns out was early as it doesn’t open till 9. Les Girls is on the corner of Hancock and Riley in Point Loma, facing Hancock Street, as it has since it first opened its doors in 1969. Next to it sharing its parking lot there’s an adult “bookstore” that sells porn dvds and sex aids. I went in to the bookstore to ask when Les Girls opens, suspecting something might be amiss because The Body Shop, a nude juice bar next door on Hancock, looked dark too. The wall racks of the store were more than half empty of merchandise. Usually in a place like this there’s all the latest dildos, cock rings, dvds, and other accouterments of fet-life hanging up for customers. But not now. The store looked in the midst of a going-out-of-business sale, without signs advertising it. I got the opening time for Les Girls from the little Hispanic cutie at the counter and also asked her what was going on.

“One of the owners just passed away,” she said about the bookstore. “So they haven’t restocked in several weeks.”

I asked if they were going to sell or something. She replied that, no, “They’re just going through the paperwork.”

Later on this was confirmed by the door woman at the window inside Les Girls: “They’re probably just waiting for the will to be read.”

I also asked the adult bookstore counter girl about the door time for The Body Shop and she immediately said with a bit of intensity “they won’t open at all any more.”

“Oh, what happened?”

She softened, “They’re going through construction,” and looked away.

“For how long?”

“It’s been several months,” she said.

Later, inside Les Girls, they had a steering wheel tied to the ceiling above center-stage for the dancers to hang onto, one pole also center stage in back, and a couch set into the wall behind the stage in an alcove with a mirror in back that’s at a slightly downward pointing angle so if you’re directly in the front you can see yourself reflected in it. The girls make use of this a lot I noticed, keeping an eye on the customers as they do floor-work dance facing away from the crowd at a low angle. Everything seems to be in some shade of red, pretty much just as I remembered it. There used to be rows of theater benches, if I recall from 25 or 30 years ago, but they’ve been replaced by mostly bare tile with cheap desk or cafeteria chairs.

Les Girls is open until 2 so I used the in-ad-out policy for a quick trip around the corner a couple of times to get little 5-oz beers at Modern Times brewery who closes at 12:30. Unless you’re 20 years-old watching these girls do their thing can be so much easier with a little bit of alcohol in you.

One of the dancers, a redhead called Kitty, had a couple of parody adult coloring book pages that she’s filled in taped up in the hallway that is used to get back into the “Specials” 3-song dance rooms, if you ever wanted to see what Tinkerbell and Alice In Wonderland looked like as strippers. I asked the counter lady how long they’d been there and if I could take photos of them. She told me “about a year” and then got Kitty to agree to cellphone photos of the display.

Kitty seemed pretty friendly. She was dressed like she was ready to go out and was talking to a couple of guys in the front area by the vending machines, asking them if they’d be going to Spin, an outside fetish club that was happening at the end of the month. They appeared to be friends of hers because she asked one of them what he wanted for his birthday coming up.

“Do you really want to know?,” he asked. They all laughed.

“I mean food-wise!,” she chided.

Despite the small crowd and minimal dancer staff the atmosphere here was good. There was even a group of three young hipsters — two girls with one guy — that were in the theater tipping the dancers. Used to be you’d only see dudes in San Diego strip clubs, so maybe that’s changing.

I debated getting a $10 lap dance but eventually decided that I’d maybe do that next time. Before leaving I spoke to the window lady at Les Girls again and she said The Body Shop closed without warning on December 1. “It was news to us,” she said. “The original owner died 4 or 5 years ago and left it to the managers and they decided they didn’t want to do it any more,’ she said.

I asked her about what’s going to happen the venue now.

“They’re trying to rent it out or something,” she said.

“All three of these places (The Body Shop, Les girls, and the adjoined adult bookstore) were all owned by the same group of friends since the beginning… in 1969,” she said.

I remarked about the diminishing amount of adult cabarets left in San Diego, down to a handful from its peak in the mid-to-late 1970’s. She was older than the dancers but not as old as me, so I assumed she’d know.

“There used to be a big sign on the roof that said ‘LOVE-In’,” I said. “Remember that?”

“Oh yeah.”

Street view of Les Girls cabaret beside the adult bookstore and what's left of The Body Shop behind it.
Street view of Les Girls cabaret beside the adult bookstore and what’s left of The Body Shop behind it.
Alice enjoying Wonderland.
Alice enjoying Wonderland.
Tinkerbell the dancer.
Tinkerbell the dancer.
Les Girls' drinks are still 75 cents.
Les Girls’ drinks are still 75 cents.
Les Girls with The Body Shop sign visible behind it over the roof.
Les Girls with The Body Shop sign visible behind it over the roof.

An Hour and Five Minutes of Hannah on Video

Parting shot: Hannah, back in my van Encino on Ventura Blvd. at the end of the day.
Parting shot: Hannah, back in my van on Ventura Boulevard in Encino (with a spanked-red butt) at the end of the day. This is a phone handset picture but actual frame grabs from the video are displayed at the bottom of this post.

A Day Of Fetish With Naked Hannah Haddix

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Six hours of shooting condensed into one hour and five minutes, all in big high resolution format. This video encompasses from 11:30 a.m. to 6 p.m.. LesRevue Members can see the whole movie in glorious 1920×1080 hi-rez by clicking HERE. ~Les

The sexy mystic occult-practitioner and witch Hannah Haddix was in Southern California from Seattle this week to visit friends and do cult stuff, and while in the great and mighty city of Los Angeles, seeing the sights and all, I met up with her on a Monday for an afternoon of art collaboration. Very glad I did, as you will be once you see the video.

It starts out when I picked her up in Encino and we’re driving to Denny’s on Ventura Boulevard. We eat and talk about an Earth Day shoot she recently did where she was tied to a tall conifer in the eastern Washington wilderness, then we go to Victoria Secret where she tries on various undergarments inside the dressing room. After that we get her naked in the Santa Monica mountains west of Mulholland Drive for a bit of Q@A regarding her tattoos. Then it’s down to Malibu where she shaves her pussy, removing all of her pubic hair while in the van with my clippers and razor as we’re parked next to the beach, waves breaking on one side of the vehicle and cars roaring south down the Pacific Coast Highway on the other. More video interviews where she describes proper sex-magic ritual. Finally we finish off the day with a nude spanking session in the van while parked in a Santa Monica parking structure.

We shot lots of stuff, both in formal clips with the SLR cameras, and also informally, interview-style-with the cellphone handset (high-rez), while driving or eating. It’s all her, merged together into a one-hour long video. Nothing is left out. Hannah Haddix in all of her gorgeous and entertaining beauty.

It was a real fun day and will be great to watch if you’re a pervy fetishist of reality erotica like I am.

Click this link –> Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix! for the C4S page.

Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!
Spending The Day With Amazing Fetish Model Hannah Haddix!


Remembering Felicia

Asphyxia Noir was one of the best and most natural models I’ve ever met. Working with her was great because, although slightly crazy, she was really casual in front of the camera and a true performer. She’s pretty much retired from art porn now but here’s a series of eye-licking shots I did with her and her then-husband Billy Antiseptic when I shot with them at their apartment in Los Angeles in December of 2012. She’d play a sub but at heart she was really a dom. Total wild/crazy control freak, but if she gave you the reins that pony could take you for quite a ride.

Dollar-for-dollar she was the best value of any art/porn model at the time. I wish her the best in all her further endeavors…

Asphyxia Noir and her then-husband the fashion designer Billy Antiseptic at home together in their downtown Los Angeles co-op style walk up flat.

Madonna SEX Clip

Video of Madonna in the early 1990’s making her book SEX

As you know dear reader, we here at the X Blog are obsessed with early-to-mid 1990’s Madonna action. So it is with great joy I bring to you now this video clip I found today that was shot during the making of that famous and iconic “Naked Hitchhiking” image inside her book SEX, published by Warner Books – Maverick – Callaway, on October 22, 1992.

Look at that yoga-perfect figure, those pert tits, that well trimmed little crash pad…

The location was said to be somewhere in Miami, shot by Steven Meisel in 1992. The spot can still be found but good luck trying to find a model to match the style and aura of Madonna, because there was only one juicy Material Girl, and you’ve got to love the lady for her chutzpah. We need more female pop stars like her. Well, at least ONE more.

Click HERE or on the photo below for the video.

Enjoy, you pervy pervs.

<3 <3 <3

Madonna hitchhiking naked somewhere in Miami during the shooting of her book SEX.
Madonna hitchhiking naked somewhere in Miami during the shooting of her book SEX. Image used here under Fair Use Statute.

Crazy Luka

Incoming: freaky crazy Luka

Sometime tonight I am going to write a news piece about a “hot stripper that is returning to Vegas”. She asked me via Facebook to post pics and write a kind of press release for her about this. She goes by the name of Luka and looks to be a freaky ball of sex and trouble. Luka says she wants to do gang bang porn and make money working the stripclubs of Sin City and dealing in the casinos, and then go back to her oil field job in Alaska during the off season, so we’ll see. All I know is I have to get my laundry done now and then finish up my 2015 taxes tonight and make a dent in two mainstreamish reviews for the Press blog before handling this special request. (Didn’t work out that way; still haven’t gotten on my taxes yet.) The things we do for lust.

As most often happens I met her online when she sent a friend request to me after seeing my association with an mentally disturbed alternative writer who was in a self-destructive spiral. Things like that often spark the libido of these stripper bitches, that and drugs. Although I’m not a user, she is, shortly after beginning our correspondence three years ago she got pregnant and married in quick succession.

Now I found out her marriage has imploded and she’s been kicked out of her house and her parents have custody of her kids. So she’s looking for a new start, heh heh. I’m here to help.

The pictures I’ve seen of her now (she texted me some nudes back then and recently with scantily clad selfies) looks like her young early-to-mid twentysomething figure has stayed intact. So hopefully we’ll meet up soon in Vegas or LA and get some content for you dear readers hungry for her sweet naked flesh.

We. Shall. See.

#pussygrabbing #porngirls #titsassandpussy

Crazy Luka.
Crazy Luka.
Crazy Luka.
Crazy Luka.

Remembering Nico Elise

Sweet little Nico Elise,
she liked to go by the name “The Female GG Allin”.

In 2008 Nico Elise was a very cute sex model who, at 4-foot-9, was for some reason also going by the title of “The Female GG Allin”. At the time she seemed so vulnerable and fragile I couldn’t know of a less appropriate name for this nice tender little morsel. But there you go. Sometimes these girls just want to dabble in the dark side for a while.

This is one of my very early video interviews and I’m pretty sure I shot it with my Nikon CoolPix non-SLR. I wanted to get a scoop from an up-and-coming new adult video actress, and one day I discovered east-coast model Nico Elise was in California and available in Hollywood for a shoot. I was already well aware of her from another website and I think I’d also been sent a review DVD of a video she was in with Joanna Angel and other big porn names like that.

I cancelled all my other appointments and drove up from San Diego, picking her up on Hollywood Boulevard to take her over to the rented apartment of a writer I knew in film school and living in the area behind the CNN building.

Admittedly, my interview style here is pretty awful. Unable to curb my zeal to talk, I interrupt her a couple of times mid-answer. Bad bad bad interviewer I was, and sometimes still am, unfortunately. I’m trying to get better at it though. Listening to the pro radio journalist Terri Gross on NPR helps. I’ve studied her style pretty well for a while now and she’s about the best when it comes to calmly talking to a subject and waiting for him or her to finish their full answer. Then she’ll come back with a probing interview question that often amazes.

But enough about me and Terri Gross.

Don’t expect any of that magic trickery here though. Nico Elise was a lovely hottie and I’m just a guy with a handheld video camera and a nude model. Here in 2008 Nico was in the middle of getting out of her first marriage, a pretty bad one too. She was hitched to with a porn webmaster that turned out had some real problems with mistreating and disrespecting women. I think today he’s either in jail or up on charges and awaiting trial.

So fast-forward to now: little Nico’s an artist and currently married again — six years going — with a new kid, and she seems to be one-hundred percent happier, and that’s very good for her.

This is kind of a snapshot of where things were at in 2008, which was a tough time for a lot of people. I’m very glad she’s in a better place.

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Nico Elise presents id for proof of age.
Nico Elise presents id for proof of age.
Nico Elise, my art model, 2008, Hollywood, California.
Nico Elise, my art model, 2008, Hollywood, California.