Archive for March, 2009


Posted in Misc., NY/NJ, Porn on March 30, 2009 by Lupa

I don’t know how this discussion on comparing working in porn to other professions got started.  I’ve never worked in porn so I can only speculate as to the degree of difficulty of working in the business.  All I can do is compare my ideas of it, which while you think I am not being objective, I am, and if you want I can explain my viewpoint.  Rather than explain my idea of something I have no first hand knowledge of, however in all fairness it is not something too hard to imagine, I’m gonna give you a comprehensive and detailed look at my personal work history.  I have no desire to work in porn whatsoever, however that being said, I would take working in porn over any other job I have ever had.

I’m a young buck (26), but I have been putting work in since I was like 10, going to everyone in my neighborhood, cutting their grass, raking their leaves, shoveling their snow, doing whatever to get paid.  I did that until I was able to work legally when I was 16.  In 1996 when I was 13 the east coast had a huge blizzard, which many of you who were there will remember.  I had off of school an entire week.  All I did was shovel that shit out of people’s driveways all over.  We’re talking over 1-2 feet of snow, I don’t remember, but someone back me up on this, it was a massive amount of snow.  That shit was backbreaking work.

When I was about 12 I took a class to become a soccer referee for 6 year old kids.  Sure refereeing children’s soccer doesn’t sound that bad, until you factor in all the apeshit parents who went bananas on you if they thought you got the call wrong.  Sometimes it was insane, motherfuckers going on the field like what the fuck is wrong with you?  Grown ass men yelling at a 12 year old kid.  I didn’t care; I hit them off with yellow cards and told their ass if they fucked with me again I’ll hit them off with the red.

When I was 16 I got my first real, real job, working at a movie theater and I got paid minimum wage.  You know what it feels like when someone pays that?  It’s them saying, we would pay you less, but it’s illegal.  I would go to school until 2:30 and then work from 3-11 3 days during the week and put in full days on Saturday and Sunday.  It fucking blowed, I worked everywhere, in this cafe they had, at concession, as an usher and at the box office.  Mainly I would just smoke weed behind the dumpster on my 15 minute breaks and then eat all the food.  We also had a couple of great scams.  One was where if people had exact change I would ring it up as a no sale and just pocket that shit.  Then in the box office we would steal the gift certificates and redeem them for cash.  That was a great one I’d do like $100 in a day on those.  I also got to see movies for free, so I saw every movie that came out in 1999, ones that are considered classics now like Office Space and The Big Lebowski.  During the week at night no one would be in the late shows and we would be getting high and drinking in those shits.  To this day whenever I go to a movie theater I have flashbacks of working there and that was ten years ago.  Last thing on that, if you go to a matinee show in the morning, you are eating recycled popcorn from the day before.

This started a streak of me leaving jobs because I found better jobs.  At the end of 99 I quit the movie theater to work at Barnes & Noble.  That fuckin sucked too.  The shittiest job was working the information, here’s something that was pretty typical:

“Can you help me find this book?  It’s like this thick, it was written by this guy who writes a lot of sports and I think the cover is red.”

For some reason they thought we were familiar with every book that was ever printed.  At least at the movie theater I was cool with a lot of people, but some of the other employees at Barnes & Noble were gay as hell.  There was this one guy Jack from Brooklyn, who was always telling bullshit stories.  He was like, “When I was walking home in Brooklyn, I bumped into Keifer Sutherland as he was walking out of a crack house.  He had a car waiting outside.  He said, ‘you didn’t see me.'”

Another time he said he smoked weed with Method Man and Redman after bumping into them, where, Brooklyn of course.  Bullshit for days.  I would just get high on my breaks and eat all the Godiva chocolates.  The ones with that fruit shit are bangin.  One time I was hot boxing in my friend’s car before work and I forgot I had to work the register.  I had to go in the money room in the back and count my till out, which was a small room with no ventilation.  This was the winter time too, and you know how the cold makes the smell of smoke stay on you.  Anyway, I filled the room up with the pungent smell of herb and my friend mouths to me, “YOU FUCKIN REEK OF WEED!”  I have no idea why I was not fired on the spot and why my manager, who didn’t particularly like me, didn’t ever say anything.  It probably was because every job I’ve had I have either been the single best, or among the best employees.

Listen, I wouldn’t run scams at any job anymore because I know now it is fucked up, but I was 16, 17 years old.  I had this great scam with my friend who was the manager of the music department.  All I had to do was print out a copy of all the receipts of everyone who paid in cash.  He would then take those receipts, find those things that were still in the store make like it was being returned.  We used all that cash to buy the finest weed money can buy, and split the weed.  The store had to hire detectives to find out about it.  There was a guy staying in the store all day watching people, but they said they couldn’t tell us why.  Then at lunch he was in our break room eating, and someone was like yeah he’s a cop.  My manager actually got busted for that shit and the cops took him away at the store, but somehow it was determined they used entrapment and he walked away scot free, minus the job of course.

My dumbass brother was the worst.  I fuckin got him a job and he pulled his shit recklessly.  All he would do is stuff all the shit he wanted to steal into garbage bags and take them outside and pretend they were trash.  The alarms would beep, but it was normal because sometimes we open the shit for them, and the alarm things go in the trash so it was always going off when someone took out the trash.  Later he would just go to the dumpster where he put the shit in the back and that was that.  Only thing is one day he decided to return a lot that shit for store credit at another Barnes & Noble, like $300 worth of shit with no receipt.  The guy was like, when we looked this up, all these things come up as stolen in that other store, can you wait right here one sec.  Luckily the only smart thing he did was just leave right there and leave the shit there.

I quit Barnes and Noble because my mom moved to Miami, and the three months I was there I didn’t do shit but party every day.  I came back in Jan of 2001 to go to audio engineering school in Manhattan, when I finished that in Sept of 2001 (great timing right) I went to work as an intern at a well known rock studio in Hoboken, Water Music.  Talk about shitty work, and I wasn’t getting paid.  The manager Rob was a huge dick, my first day he says I need you to clean all the equipment in the studio with Q-Tips.  We’re talking a 96 channel Neve board, all the outboard gear, everything, with fucking Q-Tips.  So when he wasn’t slaving me with bullshit, I was riding my bike all over Hoboken getting them food, whatever the bands or they needed, making coffee, all the usual shit.  All you metal fans might find amusing that Billy Milano from S.O.D. lived at the studio.  When I met him he was mixing something and he asked me how it sounded and I was like it sounds all right.  He said, “do you know who I am” and I said, no.  He said, “You don’t know who I am?” and I was like no I don’t.  So he wanted to be buds after that because I didn’t know who he was, everyone else was on his dick.  That and the fact he was always asking me to get weed for him.  He’s a weird guy actually; he would ramble about himself, and talk about doing weird shit to bitches when he fucked them.  I quit that shit after like two months.

By this time I was living in Jersey City, in some shithole I was renting in Greenville.  It wasn’t a palace, but I had three bedrooms all to myself and a big ass kitchen.  I needed to make money real bad, so I took a job at a temp agency.  My job was to sit in on tapings of the “Judge Hatchett” show.  Can you believe they pay people for that?  Some of those cases were insane, pretty funny.  That was actually the easiest legit money I ever made in my life.  One time I was sitting in the front, which is visible on camera (I have the tape) and I fell asleep and the person next to me taps and off camera the producer is holding up a sign that says “WAKE UP”

I couldn’t afford to stay in Jersey City, that shit was paying me peanuts and this was summer of 2002, the whole 9/11 shit was still very real.  I went to almost every studio in Manhattan and tried to get paying engineering jobs and they were all like not now, and who knows if ever.  My mom had just moved out to Denver so I decided I would go out there, save cash, ride this 9/11 shit out and come back.

When I moved to Denver my brother (who lived in Denver since he went to college there in the late 90’s) got me a job working at a Panera Bread.  It wasn’t so bad, I was the consolidator, which meant I had to group the orders and call their names on the mic.  Sometimes I would bullshit on the mic and everyone would have a laugh.  Another good thing was that were a lot of Mexicans that worked there, so I felt at home.  Another good thing is that they hooked me up with their coke connect, LOL.  I got fired for this job because they didn’t pay me holiday pay for Labor Day because I was a new employee and I went off on the human resources lady on the phone.  Like went off, overboard.  Some shit I would never do now, but hey I was 19, you live and you learn.

After that I got a job working the graveyard shift at a Conoco gas station.  That was a real shitty job, and it was the longest job I ever held, which was like one and a half years.  Man, the freaks that would come in that shit in all hours of the night.  It was also a convenience store and there was all this tedious shit that had to be done at night.  For example I had to count every pack of cigarettes, every night, the shit sucked.  I also had to clean the whole store, the soda shit, the coffee shit, stock everything, clean the bathroom, mop, the whole nine.  One time someone left crack in the bathroom.  Another time this guy said he thought he left his pacemaker in the toilet; don’t ask me how I never figured that out.  Another time I left the back door open and this dude ran in the back and tried to steal a case of beer.  When I confronted him he just pushed me and I wanted to beat his ass but I was like this isn’t even my shit and I’ll get fired anyway.  The worst was when I was smoking weed in the back and I ashed in the garbage and then had to come back in to help people.  The garbage went on fire and the whole store was filled with smoke, even going outside.  The only positive thing was that there were so many munchies I could take when I was high; it was like being a kid in candy store, no pun intended.

I fuckin got fired from that shit too, it was real fucked up.  When I was leaving one morning I slipped on ice on the property and sprained my back and my lumbar.  When they took me to the doctor they wanted me to take a drug test.  I was like fuck that, and they are like you can’t get the treatment or some shit without taking the drug test.   I held out for hours, but I was just like fuck it, I’m gonna come up dirty whenever I take it.  Sure enough that shit came back dirty and they fired me.  I still got my free physical therapy and they had to pay for my cabs, most of the time it was a nice ass Lincoln Towncar, it was sweet.

After that shit I decided I saved up enough money it was time to come back home.  The rent in Denver was so inexpensive it wasn’t even funny.  This was the summer of 2004.  I found a room online in Harlem, 127th St and 5th Ave and it was supposed to be a 2 bedroom with a single female.  Turns out it was a 3 bedroom with her, her husband and these two French guys, I had no choice though, my shit was sitting on a corner in Harlem, and I had no other place to go.

I struggled to find work and it was reaching a precipice.  So I answered this ad to be a bathroom attendant, which is literally a “shitty” job.  Fuckin pumpin soap into people hands and handing them towels.  I went to some cool places though, different parties and events.  I would have people pay me to let them fuck in the bathroom, and if they wanted to do blow they had to hit me off.  I met John Legend before he was real big like that.  Funny story actually.  There was this fashion event that he was playing at, and I knew a guy was singing and playing piano.  However before and after that there was this crazy, crazy DJ playing so many songs I loved, old hip hop shit.  So John starts talking to me and I’m like what do you and he says I did the music.  I was like, oh shit you’re the DJ that shit was off the hook!  Then he says to me tersely, no I’m the singer.  Whoops.

Another time I worked this event where the first part was a speech by John Edwards, because he was running for VP at the time.  Security was like, if Mr. Edwards needs to use the bathroom, we’re going to ask you to leave.  After that event was the Rocksteady Crew’s 20th anniversary party and they had all this killer, killer breakdancing, it was tight.

Only thing about the job was that we didn’t make a wage just the tips, which was illegal and we even actually paid them a “lease” fee from the tips for the space.  It was gangster ass shit all the way, a total shakedown.  Some of the good gigs it didn’t matter, you can make good money from that shit in Manhattan, but I went home a lot of days with like 15 bucks for a whole days work.  I knew it was bullshit, but I didn’t have another job or way to make any money.  Some days you had to show up to the office and be on call, it was complete bullshit.  I could wait like four hours and still not work, and not get paid shit.  The guy who ran it Leroy was a complete gangster, I mean the whole nine, his whole image, persona they way he dressed said gangster.

I got fed up and wrote them a letter saying I knew shit was bullshit and if they didn’t start paying me more I would snitch.  So Leroy shows up at my job like step outside.  First thing he does is grill me, just looking at me with his gangster ass stare.  The dude is like 60 and from Harlem, so you know he don’t play.  His face is mad serious, like he’s about to cut me up right there.  He’s says to me, you aren’t from New York are you?  I said no I grew up in Jersey.  He says, Jersey that makes a lot of sense, see you don’t understand they way things work here.  Let me tell you how it is, all the people that work for me are derelicts and junkies, no one else will employ them, and I am doing them a favor.  I was like, you know most of these people are really immigrants that you are exploiting them that shit is not cool, but that’s your business.  Pay me my shit and do what you want with them.  He’s like, I ain’t paying you shit and matter of fact you can get the fuck out of here right now.  I was like no problem.

After that I filed a complaint with the labor department, but I didn’t know there was already an ongoing probe by then state Attorney General Elliot Spitzer, his whole shit went down, it was the on the front cover of the NY Daily News and the NY Post.  They called it the Bathroom Slaves.

Luckily I found a new job, but unluckily I was getting kicked out of my apartment in Harlem.  Seems they needed to let the phone guy in my room and that shit was trashed.  They were like, you gotta go.  Funny, the guy helped me take my shit up when I moved in but just sat and watched while I carried all my shit downstairs when I moved out.

So my friend was like you remember that dude I used to work with, he has a room in the Bronx if you want to go see it.  I was like yeah sure why not, if my other shit falls through at least I’ll have a back up.  I ended up staying at the backup for four years.

The next job I got was crazy.  It was for a Teleservices company that a gigantic amount of people who live in the NY area have worked for at some point in their lives.  It was for doing polling for the 2004 election.  Another shitty job.  Non stop for 8-12 hours a day we would call people and ask them poll questions.  Other times all we had to do was read a paragraph about how great Kerry was and how much Bush sucked.  Yes if you got the call it was us, we worked mostly for the Democratic National Committee, though there was one time we did Pro Bush calls.  There was a contest to see who could do the most and as a result, a lot of our calls were very poor.  On top of that, the company is the shadiest, most ghetto big company I think in the U.S., no bullshit.  Being at work there was like being in the hood.  We would go on our breaks and smoke weed in the park, or I’d hit the liquor store for a bottle of Bacardi, hit the bodega for a Pepsi, dump half that shit out and drink it at my desk.

The biggest bullshit was when the people from the DNC actually came.  We had to wear a tie and knock the bullshit off.  They choose me among a group of people to listen to calls, they loved my ass.  They were the biggest suckers though, how they thought that was a professional environment is beyond me.  The worst was when we had to call people in Detroit about Proposal E, some local bullshit.  Imagine spending your whole day speaking to people from Detroit about some shit they don’t want to hear?

Funny thing is there is a chance we played a role in losing the election for Kerry.  With a week left, the DNC said we must focus everything on Ohio because if we get Ohio, we think we will win the whole thing.  So we called Ohio non stop for a week, thousands and thousands and thousands of calls.  Only thing is, we were so burned out by then, we were at our worst.  Not to mention the fact that everyone for the most part is ghetto and you know when you are speaking to someone ghetto on the phone and strangers don’t like that shit.  You got other guys like me high or drunk and other people talking fast like the Mirco Machines guy so they can win the contest (you know, if it’s not Micro Machines, it’s not the real thing.)  That shit will make an undecided by like, fuck this is this is what Kerry resorts to, having ghetto ass fucks call me and bullshit, I’ll vote for Bush. In any event, John Kerry lost Ohio, a state that if he had won would have given him the election.

After the election they said we could stay on with them, but it was to do different work.  We went from working in the West Village to working in Long Island City, which is in Queens.  This work was proxy solicitation.  For those that are unfamiliar, when you own a security such as a stock or a mutual fund, there are shareholder meetings held every year where they most vote on certain things they would like to do with the fund, i.e. board members, or changing some sort of function.  In lieu of going to the meeting and voting, every holder receives a proxy and they have one vote for every share they own.  Without a certain number of people voting, they can’t do shit and since most people don’t vote them, we have to call them and take their votes over the phones.  This is big in mergers because they can’t reorganize without shareholder approval.

The LIC location was even more hood than the Village one.  For one it was massive, and there they did the proxy work as well as mad telemarketing shit.  Everyone was fucking.  Anything you needed you could get.  Weed, whatever.  On the weekends a guy would set up bootleg DVD’s in the break room on a blanket, just like in the street.  It was surreal.  LIC is industrial so we could just walk around the block smoking weed.

After doing that for a little bit, they moved to the priority group which is only calling very, very large SH’s.  I would also do campaigns where only I and someone else would work on them, small ones, but important ones such as proxy fights.  After that I moved to inbound and took questions from the shareholders.  There was an opening in Quality Assurance and they gave that to me.

Now my job was just to review about 20-25 reps a day.  My friend says I got drunk with power because I started failing people left and right.  I went from being cool with everyone to like fuck AL, though it wasn’t that deep.  Sometimes my supervisors made calls and I failed their ass too.  What’s worse is that I had to play that shit for them.  I could give a fuck; I was by far the most thorough reviewer.  A lot of them didn’t even want to hear the call if I failed them because I was so thorough in detailing the call.

Other times I had to monitor them live, which was always funny.  I could type on their screen and they would see it and then I would hear them on the phone like what the fuck?

I got a better paying job doing stock transfer in Jersey so I quit that shit.  When I did stock transfer, I had to commute from the Bronx to Port Authority then get on a bus for a half hour.  The irony was not lost on me that I grew up in Jersey only to move to NY to go to Jersey to work.

Stock transfer is actually kind of crazy because the average person doesn’t realize all the shit involved.  It’s hard to explain, but there are official processes for transferring stock as gift, or if someone dies  Is it a trust, joint tenants, a corporation, power of attorney?  We issue out and replace dividend checks, we purchase and buy shares.  We reissue certificates and during tax season send out the 1099’s.  Tax season was the worst, I don’t know how many times I had to say we don’t do cost basis.  There are different things depending if it is a stock, or an ADR (American Depositary Receipt, a tradable US security of a foreign company, foreign companies are not listen on the stock exchange).

One of the worst things was that most people you were talking to just had someone that died.  Like my father is dead I want to transfer the shares to me.  Did it go to probate?  We need letters of testamentary or a waiver of probate, affidavits of domicile.  What’s the registration?  You need a Medallion Signature Guarantee.  It’s hard to convey how confusing certain situations got.  Like this, someone has power of attorney for the shareholder, but the power of attorney is deceased, who has authority to transfer the shares?  There was plenty of shit like that.

That was a cool gig kinda but certainly not fun work.  Then I got my highest paying job after that, making 60 G’s a year, though it was by far the most stressful and more of a pain in the ass job than all of them.  There is no way making porn comes anywhere close to the shit I had to do at this job.

I worked at a company that ran a platform for trading currency online.  The volume in a given day was 50 Billion (yes BILLION) and the average trade size was the equivalent 2 Million.  I worked in trade support, so that means we were half technical half customer service.  I worked the Asian and European shift, which was graveyard in NY.  Now, picture how mad someone gets when someone fucks up their cell phone bill and they scream at customer service.  Now picture the man whose 10million USD/EUR trade is in an unknown state.  Yeah, it fucking blowed.  Another thing is, for the most part everyone was a foreigner so it was hard to understand them.  Shit I hated the most was them screaming at you one day and then trying to buddy up with you the next.  In any event, we worked with every major bank in the world and I was on a first name basis with all their top level employees who ran their Foreign Exchange division.  They actually loved my ass, my emails were legendary.  No one there could come close to writing emails like me.

I had to learn a lot of shit about Foreign Exchange, but the hardest was all the crazy technical shit and going through the log files to determine if trades were really done or not.  Since we had access to every bank, client and Prime Broker account, if I wanted to I could execute trades on anyone’s account and they are done in real time.  Sometimes we had to offset trades that were done late or in error.  In total honesty, I could have brought down the entire Foreign Exchange world by executing 500 Million $ trades from everyone’s account.  There is no undo with that shit; all of those would have had to have been covered.

The grimiest part was this.  If you were a retail customer, you received your prices and liquidity from your retailer, as opposed to big time clients who had direct connections to bank prices and didn’t need leverage.  When we sent the banks prices to the retailers, my company and the retailers pipped (changed) the prices and gave different spreads to different people.  So while say Citibank or Bank of America or JP Morgan was sending say a .14/.10 USD/EUR spread, they would add points on the buy side and take away points on the sell side.  The retailer gets the official bank price, and the customer gets the bullshit price, and the retailer and my company split the difference.  Big-time scam shit no?

I had like no expenses because my Bronx rent was so cheap and I totally went overboard.  Out at the bar, Atlantic City, mad coke, hoes, all that.  Lots of fun, but honestly it was the most miserable time of my life because of how stressed I was and the fact I was working graveyard again.  They got bought out for mad money by a major bank and were gonna expand.  In fact they wanted to send me to Singapore to run their Asian team.  Pretty crazy for a kid who dropped out of high school and was living in the South Bronx huh?

Anyways, they pushed me to the limit and I send a dumbass email to the HR lady with the company that bought us.  The fired my ass, but I collected unemployment.  After that I went back to proxy and stock transfer work, and as of the moment I am collecting unemployment from my stock transfer job I had in NY before I left.    Gotta love the federal and state extensions on unemployment.  I also worked at the Brooklyn Army Terminal for a short while.   At both those jobs I was commuting on four trains from The Bronx to Brooklyn ever day. 

Ok, if you made it this far, you should not stop here.  Why did I go through all of this?  This is to show you my perspective of work from my life’s experience.  None of those were glamorous jobs (not that porn is either) and some were hard, difficult and both.

That’s the point.  It is debatable whether making porn is difficult work, difficult as in a job only a limited group of individuals have skills for.  What it is not is hard work.  A hard job is manual labor like construction.  It is not difficult though; it requires limited skill.  A difficult job that is not hard is a professional video game player.  Clearly you need a lot of skill, but the work is not arduous.  A hard AND difficult job is being a surgeon.  You need to have lots of specialized skills and be able to deal with intense, mind wearing stress and pressure.

In my opinion though, making porn is bullshit work, with all due.  Someone who dedicated their life to making porn really had no real talent in any of their passions, are deviod of passion for anything, or just striahgt up lack ambition.  You can’t be passionate about porn, I’m sorry.  Sex is a biological function, it’s designed to be fun.  It’s like if you paid me to sniff coke and take ecstasy all day.  There are exceptions however they are all the female side.  When I met the beautiful and talented Diamond Jackson I realized, some women really love this shit and it’s what they want to be doing.  Diamond is educated and from playing her trivia game everyday, she’s mad smart too.  Not as smart as me though 😉  She could be doing lots of things.

Let’s take a male porno actor.  This man is making $40,000 a year doing work that once you start, your options are limited afterwards.  With a GED I made 60 grand a year, and I fucked plenty of bitches too.  That is where I come to a huge myth: the male porno actor is an enviable position.

Not every guy wishes he could be a porn star, for example I am one of them.  I have no desire whatsoever to do porn at all.  It’s not how I get down.  I would like to fuck many bitches who make porn definitely, but I’m not about to pursue a career in porn to do it.  Fuck that.  I got way bigger fish to fry than that.

Another thing is, these porn bitches are not exclusive, they are INCLUSIVE, meaning they will fuck anyone who pays them.  There’s no shame in that game, but there is way better pussy than that.  I have nothing against anyone that makes porn male or female, if you are a good person you are a good person, like the lovely Diamond.  But these porn bitches have been ran through by a ton of guys, there is just better pussy than that, it’s not pussy to aspire for more than other pussy.

Take the girl I’m seeing now.  She is 19 and she is a dime, and when I say dime it’s with a capital fuckin D.  In fact just so you guys don’t think I’m bullshitting I am going to send Cindi and Kay some pics and you can ask them.  She is one of the hottest girls I have seen period in person or on TV.  You know what’s even better; no guy in porn will ever be able to fuck her because she doesn’t get down like that.  So even if I ever fuck a porn star, it’ll be great, but it’s an experience many, many others have had.  My girl is some shit that is limited.

As for the Viagra thing, I don’t know how Viagra works; I’ve never had to take it.  I’m fuckin 26 and my dick if anything has a problem being hard too much or when it is not appropriate.  I do know people who have used it and they said it is instant hard on.  In any event, I think if porn is something you want to do and you are Viagra’d up, why would it be hard to get hard, no pun intended.  Another thing is, they have pills to make you not bust soon, shit for premature ejaculation.  Given all of those facts, is it really that hard to keep your dick hard when you are on drugs, the girl is hot, and it is something you want to do to begin with?  Fuck outta here with that.

Lastly, you may think deep inside I really want to do porn.  Fact is if that were true, there are a number of people I can reach out to personally to help me with that.  Like me or not, from my time at LIB (my one year is coming very soon) people know me.  I’ve written A LOT of shit for this site, a lot of shit I can’t recall offhand.  Even if that weren’t true, hey I just saw an offer right here so what do you know, I guess I could if I wanted to.  However I would like to let it be known that, shit if you wanna fuck, just drop me a line LOL.  Though with the way things are going with my lady friend, I might have to rescind that offer.  I’m not a dog or a man ho, I’m a keeper.


Evan Seinfeld Interview

Posted in Interviews, Music, NY/NJ, Porn on March 27, 2009 by Lupa

Enjoy! Next is a review of Evan’s website

AL: I’ve noticed that out of all the places in NYC, natives of Brooklyn have the strongest identity and connection with their borough. What was BK like when you were growing up and how do you see it differently than what it is now? Also, what part of BK are you from, a wild guess and I would say Williamsburgh?

Evan: When I was growing up in Brooklyn, East New York, Canarsie, Flatbush, etc., it was very generational and neighborhoods were all either Italian, Irish, Jewish, Black Puerto Rican etc. Now it is kinda gentrified and clean. It looks a lot nicer now, but it has lost it’s flavor. When the wiseguys were visible there was a lot more old school respect. Tera and I have a place in Williamsburgh, but it is full of wannabe artsy nerds.

A: (Evan is definitely right about Williamsburgh, but Williamsburgh used to be some real rough shit.)

A; Were you a mack growing up or were you more the shy type?

E: I always managed to get a lot of really high end trim, since I was about 13. Chalk it up to game, because it may not be my matinee idol looks. Chicks love the bad boys, the rockers, and in the end guys who are real. Never was much of throwing down a “rap”. I always thought guys who told chicks bullshit were the weakest. My approach has always been direct, and very effective. I never had to or ever would “pretend” to like a chick for more than sex if i wasn’t really into her. There is nothing wrong with saying, “wow, you have an incredible ass, we should really be fucking right now.. wanna take a walk to the ladies room?” Nothing pains me more than games. No time for nonsense. Now I love being married to Tera, she is my soulmate. Getting to bang chicks on camera for my website and our Teravison and Iron Cross movies is just a great NSA bonus.

A: (That’s whats up!)

A: To be tatted up like you were back in the day really meant something. How old were you when you got your first tattoo and what was your motivation? In the Jewish faith getting tattoos is looked down upon (due to the Holocaust) was your family upset at that?

E. My family was pretty upset, I was 18 and just started Biohazard. My first tattoo was a Biohazard symbol, I lived on my own, so I never showed my parents. One day my dad stopped by my apt, and I was doing pushups with my shirt off. He saw that i was half sleeved and had my chest and back tattooed, he handled it pretty well. I think that modern Jews are a lot more lenient about those kind of cultural judgements. I don’t really care what anyone thinks about me anyway. I always laugh at hypocritical Jews who obey all these rules, but are scoundrels in their daily life. I don’t believe in religion, but I do believe in karma, so don’t judge me, lest ye be judged.

A: (good point)

A: I read you are a cousin of Jerry Seinfeld, is that true? If so, what was he like back in the days?

E: We are second cousins, our grandfathers were brothers and came over to this country from Europe together, but I never met him. I even had to buy tickets to his show in Vegas for Tera’s bday, and I left a message for him to wish her a happy bday either backstage or on stage and he didn’t reply. My family all thinks he is a scumbag, but hey, to each their own. I loved his show, and his standup is pretty funny. Tera loves his humor too, I heard we were at a Bar Mitzvah together, but once again I never met the guy. If you see him, tell him to hit up his cousin.

A: (LOL, I may have the writing game on lock but I don’t think Jerry is gonna take my calls either)

A:. Who are some of your musical influences in general, and as a bass player? Were you ever into other native New York music of the 80’s like hip hop, freestyle, or DJ shit like Frankie Bones?

E: Songwriting: The Beatles, The Doors, Hendrix, Kiss, The Who, The Stones, AC/DC etc. Bass playing: Geezer Butler, Billy Sheehan, Jamie Jameson, Phil Lesch, Steve Harris and more. I loved hip hop back in the day especially early KRS one, Eric B and Rakim and Public enemy of course. I also loved the early NWA and Wu-Tang Clan. When rap became a fashion show, I dropped it like a bad habit. The first time someone made a whole song about their clothes or their watch, I was like, this is super gay, im out. I love the gangster shit when it is real, my current fave is 50 cent with the melodic Nate Dogg hooks, that is the shit. I just started Dj-ing, so I am connecting with all the latest hip hop, and there is some great shit out there. I like the sound of some of that dirty south shit. Looks like it is starting to get fun again, I have done collaborations with Onyx, Cypress Hill, House of Pain and more. Also Jam master J, RIP.

A: ( You’d probably really like Papoose, he’s from Bed Stuy. Check out Alphabetical Slaughter)

A: What was the NY hardcore scene like in the 80’s and where was most of the action? Downtown mostly, LES, Alphabet City or also other places?

E: My first exposure to the hardcore scene was around 85 when I was in college. My roommate turned me on to the Cromags, AF, Bad Brains, etc.

Funny, I had to go to Upstate NY to meet another guy from Brooklyn who turned me on. I was really into metal like Mercyful Fate, Slayer, Motorhead back then, early Metallica. I quit college, moved back to Brooklyn and started Biohazard. I used to go to hardcore matinees at CBGB’s it was astounding, the Cromags, Age of Quarrel demos were my favorite, along with Carnivore, etc. We used to play with the NY Hoods, Absolution, The Icemen, Leeway, Warzone, Sick of It All Madball and more.alot

I used to roadie for Carnivore and they shared a rehearsal space with Agnostic Front. I got exposed pretty early on and was immediately into it.

I never stopped loving rock and roll and metal though. Brooklyn had it’s own scene at Lamour’s, and I liked that better. There were not chicks at CB’s, just a lot of fights.

A: (I saw this documentary called American Hardcore that really documented the hardcore scene well)

A: A lot of people born in my era ( mid 70’s to early 80’s) treasure the Judgment Night soundtrack. I personally think it doesn’t get enough due. That helped start shit for real, along with the Anthrax/Public Enemy collab and Rage Against The Machine’s first album (Aerosmith/Run DMC and Faith No More is different). How did your collab with Onyx come about? Was it just natural because they were sort of like rap Biohazard and they are also from BK?

E: We were managed by Rush artist mgmt, Def Jam, Russell Simmons. They thought Biohazard was the most hardcore rock band, and Onyx the most hardcore rap group. They threw us in the room and the rest was history. Billy did the remix of the number one hit SLAM, and we made a video for it at a Biohazard gig in the early 90’s at the academy. The scene was open back then and it was groundbreaking. I ran into Cobra from Booyaa Tribe in Vegas last week and we talked about Judgement Night. It was my first gold or platinum album, I was proud to be part of it. Rage came after, but I loved it. Run DMC / Aerosmith and Public Enemy / Anthrax was dope but not original music. I loved Anthrax’s first few albums, Awesome riffs, GO SOD!

A: (I know Rage’s album came out in 92, I could have sworn Judgement Night was 93, but I ain’t gonna argue)

A: I was addicted to Oz when it first came out but got disappointed towards the end when it started turning into a soap opera of sorts. Was that your first foray into acting? What was it like to portray a character who was down with the Aryans (though he himself was in the biker clique I believe)?

E: It was my first acting job, they pulled me off the stage at the Hammerstein ballroom when we were playing with Insane Clown Posse and brought me to meet Tom Fontana. He asked me to come to the set and read a script, I thought it was an audition, but actually it was the SHOW itself. They read an interview where I named it as my favorite show and my old A&R guy at Roadrunner connected me with them. After 5 years and 40 commercial free episodes, I felt like an actor who was very fortunate to have some killer on the job training. It was cool to play a biker, as I ride and it was not a stretch. Chuck Zito was there as my personal script supervisor, lol. Hanging white in prison was the idea behind the Aryans and bikers together. Some of the stories were unbelievable, but hey, people love bad guys. A lot of people would come over and be like, hey man, I just got out of prison, I really relate, it was cool. It got a little soupy at the end, but hey man it was still the best show ever, except Family Guy.

A: (Chuck Zito is straight gangsta!)

A: I’ve read that Tera contacted you after seeing you in Oz and neither of you previously knew who the other was. Were you traditionally into porn? What were your initial thoughts of being seriously involved with someone who makes porn?

E: We didn’t know each other but we were attracted. I was making a Biohazard album, New World Disorder, and shooting Oz, being a single dad. She was in L.A. shooting for Playboy TV. We spoke on the phone for 3 months and fell in love, I was a little nervous about measuring up to her sex-pectations, but deep inside I knew we were the freaks of the week for each other. We are to this day so sexually compatible. Initially, I never thought I could be serious about a porn star but you live and learn that hey, it is only sex. Love is so much more. I have an incredible life, I would not knowingly trade for another.

A: (well put)

A: At what point did you decide to make the jump into porn? Was your first scene nerve-racking at all? When I interviewed Necro one of the reasons he said he would not make a similar transition when I referenced you doing it was that he has reservations over what his fans would think. How have your Biohazard fans reacted to you doing porn?

A: I don’t really care what anyone thinks, that is what hardcore is really about. Way more of my fans think it is cool than not. Shit I don’t judge what anyone else does for work or play, as long as you are not hurting anyone else and it is not like anyone is going to MAKE you watch my porn. Basically if you are so uptight that someone having fun and making money having sex with hot chicks makes you uncomfortable, you were never cool enough to like Biohazard or hardcore, metal or rock in the first place. When did rock become so gay anyway? I never understood the whole thing of rappers standing around in a porn movie with their clothes still on. To me, sex is not a spectator sport, I gotta get mine! My first scene was in TERA TERA TERA and was directed by world famous drag queen Chi Chi Larue. He was screaming about my cock being so big, and it was totally unnerving. Eventually I asked him to please stop calling my name while I was trying to fuck my chick in strange positions.. Performing on camera comes easy to an exhibitionist like me, and now I feel like I have a black belt in on camera fucking. But hey, this was uncharted territory. As far as I know, I am the first mainstream actor, musician, etc to do porn, and not act like it was some leaked video, lol. Paris, Kim, whatever yo. Take ownership, yeah I fuck, you got the balls?

A: (Even better put. Rock is mad gay nowadays, I don’t listen to it for the most part. I can’t stand that Kings of Leon song “Sex Is On Fire” If the sex is on fire, one of yous got an STD, ya know?)

A: Your name Spyder Jones made me think of something, which is the fact that there are a lot of Jewish performers, however there are no porn names I can think of with Jewish surnames. I’m Jewish myself and that kind of boggled my mind. Why did you pick an Anglo last name for your porn name? Now that I think about it Spyder Greenberg or Spyder Jonestein doesn’t quite have the same ring to it.

A: Spyder Abramowitz, Spyder Mendlebaum, and Spyder Levine were all taken. LOL. The idea was for the name to sound like a basketball player swinger brother from the 70’s, you know the kind of guy with a motherfucker mustache that referred to himself in the third person, like “spyder is ready to get his dick sucked now, where the white women be at????”

A: (LMAO, I feel you, that’s hot. Someone’s gonna take Spyder Abramowitz I think though, that’s too hot)

A: What has been your favorite and least favorite experiences in the porn game?

E: I love the production side of it and although it is very profitable, there are some of the shittiest people I have ever met in my life in this business. People don’t pay their bills and don’t have a lot of respect. In the golden era of porn when the mob ran shit, I would have gotten along a lot better. People in this business are jealous and haters mostly, never to my face, but hey, I got the hottest girl in the business and I made sure that no one would ever exploit her from the day we met. I helped her build an empire, she is all about female empowerment. Most porn people are frustrated flunkees who never did anything else in their lives. All the awards and shit are fixed and so lame. This is the only industry in the world where people cannibalize their own market and undersell themselves due to over saturation. Between that and piracy, like p2p and tube sites, I’m watching this fast become the music business all over again. When everyone is stealing free porn, no one will be able to afford to produce high end porn, as it is becoming less and less profitable every day. We will always survive as we have a great brand in Tera, but I feel bad for no name porn companies with nothing original or exclusive, content is king, and my wife is the princess.

A: (lol, no comment)

A: I read for a flick you fucked 10 Asian chicks. Man, that’s got to be the shit. 10 Geishas beggin for the di-dick! Is that a lot pressure? You ever bust too early and have to start over?

E: In Reign of Tera, my directorial debut, I do a scene with about 12 hot asian girls. I wrote, directed, produced and cast it myself with some great support staff. It was possibly the best selling title of 2004 in all of porn. I only fuck Tera in that scene but 4-5 of the girls suck my cock while 6-7 others fuck each other in the background.

Earlier on in my career as a performer, sometimes I have busted too quick. Normally, what I would do would be do film the cumshot, then take a little break and go right back and film more footage, the postman always comes twice!

A: (Shit, that works for me. I heard you guys have to take nut supplements to make the jizz mad thick and white, that’s bananas)

A: What’s good with your groups the Spyderz and Tattooed Millionaires, how would you describe the sound of those bands? Are you going on tour with them anytime?

E: My main musical project is the Spyderz, It is modern day fuck you classic rock, melodic, yet punk, heavy, but anthemic. We have been compared to STP, Guns and Roses, the Cult, Black Sabbath, the Misfits, Social Distortion, ZZ Top, Lynryd Skynyrd, Motorhead, The Stooges, and even the Black Crowes. I think it is original yet timeless, we have so much fun as the band projects our lifestyle, of good old badass whiteboy culture. Smokin hot chicks, badass hotrods , chopper culture, SEXXX, and outlaw living.

A: (I gotta check that out)

A: Be real, are you strong arming Tera into getting tattoos? Just playin, does she plan on getting more?

E: Funny thing is that it is nothing like that. As her husband I love it, but as her manager I advised her that it might limit her mainstream work. She is a big girl and makes all her own decisions. That is the best part about our marriage, we are both here to support each other no matter what the other wants to do. I mean, when she made up her mind, I took her to Japan to get the best tattoo money could buy, and we needed some real connections to get it right in japan as the tattoo world is totally “controlled” there. I was tattooed there in the early 90’s so I was in. My friend Mario Barth hooked us up with Hori Taku and the rest is history. We both love to shop in Shibuya and look at the girls, Tera loves hello kitty and they have a theme park there, so I take her every year. It is great to have the means to do whatever you want. Life is good.

A: (I’m trying to get my paper like that)

A: What kind of stuff do you have lined up for the future, anything you would like to let people know about?

E: When I am not with my son Sammy boy, or globetrotting with Tera, I am co writing the Spyderz album and recording with my boy Dirrty. Playing a lot of gigs in Vegas and LA, touring with BIOHAZARD original lineup, mostly in Europe and abroad, South America, Australia, Japan, etc. Producing and shooting erotic entertainment (check out, and helping manage Tera along with Violator Mgmt. She just signed a book deal with Gotham publishing and is coming out in the new Saints Row 2 video game. I just did voiceovers for the new Grand Theft Auto game, and we are staying busy. Tera has a new fitness video she is putting out called fit 4 SEX. We do a radio show on playboy radio together, and a Tera has a show on Playboy TV called School of Sex. We are working on some really exciting things that collide our worlds or rock, porn , glamour, burlesque and more. I am shooting a lot of photos of Tera , and spending a lot of time on some of my Kustom Car projects, as I am a tragic motorhead. Actually man, actually reading back all the shit we have been doing is making me tired, good night then Later E.S

A: (lol, did you leave anything out?)

A: Thank you for your time, it was a pleasure.

E: No problem, Hardcore is a state of mind. XXX por vida, porno loco!!!

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Evan Seinfeld

A: (lol, orale pues! Good luck with everything in the future)

Intro To Evan Seinfeld Interview

Posted in Interviews, Music, NY/NJ, Porn on March 24, 2009 by Lupa

I never thought of myself as an interviewer, but after interviewing Necro I realized the interview process was a very rewarding experience for me.  Interviewing is a collaboration and as such it gave me a unique pleasure as opposed to just writing things I come up with.  I’ve decided I will selectively reach out to certain individuals I have a genuine interest in and try to ask things of them I don’t think they’ve been asked to try to extract more of the person for their fans.


My next choice for an interview subject was actually very easy; I didn’t think long and hard about it at all.  I wanted someone who is a legitimate star, someone who I was a fan of and someone in the porn world.  I sent Evan a message on Myspace not sure if I would hear back, but sure enough Evan was game.


Evan is best known to the mainstream public as the singer/bassist for the group Biohazard formed almost 25 years ago in Brooklyn, New York.  A mix of hardcore and metal, Biohazard are also known for being one of the first groups of that kind to fuse elements of hip hop in their music.  What I like about Biohazard is that it represented New York to the masses.  NY in my opinion more than any other locale pioneered hardcore and it’s associated ideals and lifestyle.  Whereas punk before it was all over the place, hardcore channelled the DIY ethic into more serious topical issues.  Brash and uncompromising, hardcore is about being yourself and fuck everything else.


In 1992, Biohazard released Urban Discipline, the album that unleashed Biohazard into the mainstream public.  More than being a certain genre, it’s a record about Brooklyn: the streets, violence, drugs and gangs.  Viewed today it can give younger people an idea of the landscape that was Brooklyn, which at least on the surface, does not exist anymore.  The album went platinum and the video for the song “Punishment” became the most played video in the history of MTV’s Headbanger’s Ball.  Platinum was always a critical benchmark, but let’s face it, a band nowadays would sell their family to slave traders to make their album go platinum.  In 1993 Biohazard teamed up with hardcore rap group Onyx for a metal remix of their song “Slam” which led to their collaboration on the hugely influential “Judgement Night” soundtrack, which was an album entirely comprised of collaborations between metal and hip hop groups.  


In 1998 Evan made his first foray into acting portraying Jaz Hoyt on the critically acclaimed HBO prison series “Oz”.  Oz was a groundbreaking, gritty depiction of prison life with an impeccable cast.  Evan made his debut in the show’s second season and was a part of the show until the series 6th and final season in 2003.  Unbeknowest to him at the time, he would later return in front of the camera, albeit in a different way.


In 2004 Evan married the beautiful Tera Patrick in Las Vegas after a three year relationship.  It was around this time Evan began performing in adult film under the alias “Spyder Jonez.”  This fact I find extremely fascinating.  Never before had a mainstream individual made a calculated decision to enter the porn world in such a visible way.  The two have been hugely successful in their endeavors in porn and the rest is history.

Who The Fuck Reads This Shit?

Posted in Misc. on March 21, 2009 by Lupa

I know your boy AL is not exactly blowing up the internet with my humble blog, but the stats indicate there are either consistent readers or somehow a similar amount of people visiting every day.  Who the fuck are you?  Let it be known, I would appreciate it, leave a comment, email me  If not that’s cool too, if you enjoy the blog I did my job.

If you look at all the posts, I’m trying to give you some shit that’s original.  Yes I write at LIB, but that’s not what I’m all about.  Noticeably absent from this blog are any graphics, images, shit like that.  If you want pictures, go look at a coloring book.  This shit is straight words, that’s it.

That felt good.  Blogging is freedom.  I can do whatever the fuck I want and say whatever the fuck I want.  It’s cathartic.  It’s like busting a huge nut or taking a diesel ass shit.  Yes, to me shitting is just as good as busting a nut.  Call me Al Bundy, call me crazy, shitting is the shit.

Usually I try to conclude everything with an obvious conclusion.  Shit works better that way.  You can’t end writing awkwardly.  But if I don’t want, or if I feel like starting a sentence with but or and or some other writing no no, I guess I can.  If I want to ramble about stupid shit like this, I can.  Blogging is freedom, I can do whatever the fuck I want, such as end right now.

One more reflection.  HOW THE FUCK IS THE WORD BLOG NOT IN THE WORDPRESS SPELL CHECK?  Hello, that’s like your mechanic telling you they don’t have oil around.  It’s only a blog, you’d think that word would enter the fuckin wordpress lexicon.

More Racial Duality

Posted in Race on March 21, 2009 by Lupa

I’m on this racial duality shit again, the black/white dichotomy. If aliens came down from space and started watching American TV they would think there were only black and white people on Earth.

There are even things that are considered “black” things that aren’t that at all. Take hip hop culture. That’s not a black thing, that’s a NY thing, period. People from Nashville have country, and we have beat driven music. Even the biggest rock head from NY has some hip hop in his shit, or listens to KTU, some shit. People would have you believe that blacks alone invented hip hop. Wrong. Hip hop is from the South Bronx, and at least half of the original B-Boys were Puerto Ricans, however their contributions to establishing hip hop are overlooked. For some reason everything considered “ghetto” is considered black shit, but there are more than just black people living in the hood.

By the way, did you know that Jews invented the 10 gallon hat? And from what I have read, Jews are less than 1% of the world’s population yet are 20% of the all the Nobel prize winners.

There are even people who people assume are black, but they are really Latin. Reggie Jackson. Puerto Rican. Bernie Williams. Puerto Rican.

How is it that there are so many Mexicans in the US, yet we are not represented in popular culture at all for the most part? I’m not talking George Lopez or Jessica Alba (who is only half Mexican). Shouldn’t we have a major, major, sports, music, film or TV star that is Mexican. Oscar De La Hoya is the only one and the way Pacquiao touched him up he won’t be in that category for very long.

I’m telling you, look at American culture, anything but black and white is not represented. At least there are SOME Latin stars. How many Asian stars are there that don’t fuck with Karate? How about Middle Eastern? None, who the fuck is there? Even the Hijackers in the 9/11 United plane crash movie were some Anglo ass looking Middle Easterners.

If you are white or black, you might not notice this shit, but to me it is easily apparent.

Bronx Strippers

Posted in NY/NJ on March 20, 2009 by Lupa

The Bronx is a place whose reputation precedes it; something like Beverly Hills except the complete opposite.  Much has changed since the notorious days of the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s, however as much as things change, they remain the same.

The Bronx is still easily the grittiest most decayed area in New York.  All of New York has changed as whole, but some places in the Bronx still have a traditional NY feel to them.  This is in the small details, and the larger ones.  For example, in the city people used to open fire hydrants in the summer and you don’t see that shit anymore south of Harlem.  Where I lived in the Bronx off of St Ann’s Ave (you either know about that or you don’t) on hot summer days every hydrant as far as you can see every way down the block would be open.  It would take days for the fire department to come and shut it off and that shit would just spray in the street.

That’s a small detail.  A larger one for example would be that these dudes were busted selling grenades in the projects down the block.  Grenades.  Fact is if you aren’t careful, your ass can get fucked up real quick in the Bronx.  Parts of the Bronx still have that feeling that day or night, you really don’t know what’s liable to happen at any given time.

There’s a poolhall on Jerome Ave. that’s actually a pretty nice place even if it were in the city, though it’s in the hood.  Sometimes I would go with some people there, and it was usually on Thursday because that was the night they would have strippers.   I’d go to work and tell people I know about that they’d be like, “Strippers at a pool hall.  That’s some grimey Bronx shit”, which is true.

There would only be one stripper though, and the stripper was always pretty hot, but at the same time pretty ghetto.  A Puerto Rican chick with a fat beautiful ass, body and titties but with tattoos that basically give you the impression she’ll cut your ass if she has to.

The place was real big, so when the stripper came on there would be a big ass crowd around the floor where she was at.  Dudes tossin money, yelling, getting crazy.  She’d always pick dudes out of the audience and dance for them in a chair, or they’d lay straight on the floor and she’d go to work.  One time the chick mad the guy lay on his stomach on the floor and was dancing for him.  Then she pulled down his pants and spit down his ass crack.  I was disgusted, in fact picture 50 guys going “ohhhhhhhhhh” like Tony Soprano and his boys do.

There’s a strip club in the Bronx called Sin City, which is the best strip club I have ever been to in my life.  This is an upscale place, but it’s also in the middle of the hood.  The reason it is the best is because of the ladies.  You go to most clubs and the girls are blond, skinny, fake titties the whole nine.  Sin City is like the United Nations of Strip clubs, you would see hot ass black, Latin, Asian, Caribbean girls.

One time when it was my friend’s birthday he got me a lap dance, but I was entirely too drunk to even be in public let alone have a woman bouncing on me.  30 seconds into that shit I felt like if I didn’t get out of there, I was gonna throw up all over the bitch.  10 seconds later I guess she saw that shit all over my face because she’s like are you ok?  I was just like I need to leave and thankfully made it to the bathroom, though I didn’t yak, before I let semi digested Hennessy fly all over her.

You got your real ghetto Bronx strip clubs too, though I never fucked with those.  Ones where any bitch will fuck, ones where there are prosties outside the club like why go in when you can just fuck right now.  Shit sometimes our crib was basically one of those places.

The Bronx is a crazy place.

Racial Duality

Posted in Race on March 19, 2009 by Lupa

It is not commonly known, but several years ago Latinos/Hispanics surpassed blacks as the largest minority group in the U.S.

Why is this fact so relevant?  Because in the U.S. race relations are viewed as a black/white dichotomy.

You ever notice how in commercials when there are groups of people, for the most part they are either black or white.  Or how on your local newscast there might be just a black anchor and a white anchor?  Or that in your favorite sports broadcast there is a white commentator and a black one?

This is fucked up.  Latinos do not got their proper due in the U.S.  This applies to other minority groups for sure, however as Latinos are the largest their absence is the most inappropriate

Notice on American Idol, the only Hispanic was booted off in the first week.  Jorge is way better than the burly white guy, and the blind guy.  In fact there hasn’t been one Latino winner of American Idol.

Latin culture is the most soulful culture on Earth.  I’m not talking about singing.  Blacks have that locked down, but the Latino culture is the most full of passion, full of life.

Look at the way Latins populate;  passion is in our blood.  We have a Martin Luther King day, and some are proposing we make St. Patrick’s day a national holiday, however what about Cesar Chavez day?  Do you even know who Cesar Chavez is?

Latin women are the most beautiful on Earth.  This is due to the racial mixtures that occur in Latin societys.

The struggles and accomplishments of Latins go unrecognized in the U.S.  How many Latin bums do you see in comparison to other ones?  Latins, Mexicans in particular, are the most hardworking group in U.S. society.

I’ll add to this later, but I think I raised plenty of questions which deserve answering

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