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Suspended?!

Current mood:  bummed

So I may have bad news for those of you awesome folks out there who were planning on going to the Oxnard Rhino to see me October 9-11th. Apparently the managers or higher whoever at the last club I danced at
(Blue Zebra ) brought up to my dance agent that I needed to lose weight  …..long story short i’m suspended from any Rhino clubs until then.

Good news is I had one of my friends (Christina) there taking pictures of me on stage at the BZ  so i was able to send them to my dance agent and if he disagrees with what was said then i’m no longer suspended. I’ll find out further info on sunday.

Please spare any pity messages i’m not blogging  this cause i’m fishing for compliments just wanted to let you guys know. I love you all & thank you

xoxoxoxo,
Flava Ave

When we saw Ava a couple of months ago, she looked awesome, so no idea what they’re talking about.

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Jenna Haze, our gorgeous little advice columnist in GENESIS, posted a blog seeking musicians to contribute to her newest movie, which she is producing/directing. Here’s what she asks:

Okay so I decided to try my hand at producing and directing my own adult movies. I have been in the biz for over 7 years now so I think its about damn time I give it a try. This last month or two I have been shooting my first movie and I gotta say it’s pretty awesome! The other day I did a scene for it with my hot “fire-snatch” friend Nikki Rhodes and the super sexy Johnny Sins. In the scene we are bored slutty porn girls hanging out at home… trying to decide what to do,…(Hmmmm I wonder what we end up deciding upon!)

Anyhow I thought that we needed some background music for the intro part while we are just chilling… THEN I thought, *MYSPACE CONTEST!* wow* wouldn’t it be cool to get a fan of mines’ unsigned band to supply a song for my very first DVD that I produced, directed and starred in! SO thats where you guys all come in… From today until November 1st 2008 I will be accepting submissions of songs. After Nov 1st I will narrow it down to 5-10 songs… Those songs will then be posted in a poll on my profile for you all to vote upon!

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I’m reaching my four year anniversary of my porn career and I feel as if throughout my career I’ve experienced a much more unusual lifestyle compared to a civilian working at a bank. For obvious reasons, this is one of the most controversial businesses to work in especially in this day and age and I know I’ve matured differently because of it.
In high school I analyzed Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken”.  It was one of the few poems that I remembered because it is about something which we inevitably face on a consistent basis: the matter of choice. The first stanza describes a fork in the road. The narrator illustrates an indecisive moment where he carefully analyzes each path and weighs out his options. Obviously, this symbolizes decisions we face in our lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
In the next stanza, the narrator finally makes a decision and walks slowly down his chosen path. His reasoning for choosing that path was because he felt that it was a less traveled path but came to realize eventually that it was worn “…really about the same.”

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
In the third stanza, the narrator continues to compare his decision and wonder what the outcome would have been had he taken the road that WAS used more frequently. He also “doubted” that it was too late to change his mind and that he cannot take the alternative road and must continue on. We can all relate to those moments in life where we wonder what would have happened had we chosen a different decision, but can only wonder for it is too late to turn back time.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
The last stanza has two critical words that are essential to the meaning of the poem: “sigh” and “difference”.  People could misinterpret these words to imply a positive outcome. My high school teacher suggested this poem to be about non-conformity. Her whole interpretation of the poem centers on the idea that usually the right “paths” in life are usually ones that are the hardest to walk.  However, others such as my college English teacher believe this poem isn’t necessarily about nonconformity, but is instead based on the idea that whatever choices we make in life will greatly alter our future. And will have to be the choice that we live with. He suggests the words; “sigh” and “difference”should be left up to interpretation, whether they are good “sighs” of relief or nostalgic “sighs” of regret. The main focus of the poem should be about not being able to take that “alternate route” due to other circumstances or more forks down the road.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Many of us relate to this poem. Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened had I not decided to be in porn.  For better or worse it is something that I cannot undo. I have a tattoo on my left wrist that symbolizes accepting one’s responsibility. I take full responsibility for the “path” that I chose.  I accept the fact that I cannot trace back my steps in time and choose a different fork in the road.  And that goes for any other decisions, small or big, that I make in my life.  I don’t look back with a regretful “sigh”. The path I have chosen has led me to different “forks”. I learned a long time ago that everything is relative. The cup is either half empty of half full. It doesn’t matter what the circumstances one is faced with. One can always make the best of any situation. And for me, in the end, that will have “made all the difference”.

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Tattoos can occasionally be a topic of controversy. What might look “cool” in someone’s opinion might look atrocious to others. That topic of discussion has come up frequently throughout my career. I find myself talking to others about their tattoos and the reasons for getting them and in turn, I show off mine and give them little history on my own skin art. I proudly tell them about the dragon on my hip; the moon on my right wrist; the Chinese characters on my left; the angel holding a cross on my upper back; the flower design on my left hip….and then I begrudgingly tell the tale of my embarrassing lower back. Yes, the tramp stamp; that fading Monet art piece that once upon a time used to be a cute little fairy resting in a wineglass. I’m getting rid of it.

My heartbeat races as I enter the procedure room. There it stood. The Q-switch laser. The ominous laser machine which would soon project tiny beams of fire onto my “mistake” sat waiting in the corner. The machine is supposed to zap pigment from the tattoo without leaving a scar. The process of tattoo removal greatly varies depending on one’s skin type, size of the tattoo, and color. The price is about $75 to a $100 per square inch every session. Colored tattoos, especially green, yellow, and red are the most difficult to remove. My tattoo that I want removed was a brightly colored fairy the size of my hand. It also had green vines surrounding it.

My knuckles turned white as I squeezed the worn out stress ball they handed to me at the beginning of the session. Oh the pain! The stench of lasered flesh mixed in with melting tattoo ink stings my nostrils. And the whole time I’m thinking to myself: “What was I thinking!!”

Finally, the procedure is over. I begin my slow trudge out of the doctor’s office. I look like a tormented hunchback with my hand holding an ice pack on my throbbing back. As I slowly get into my car, I regrettably compare the pain of receiving that particular tattoo to the agonizing torture that I had just experienced. I wish I can go back in time and kick my own ass.

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Adam & Eve contract beauty Kayden Kross has had some past week or so. She gets detained at customs for hours getting into New Zealand. Then gets fondled and hit in the face during a parade there. Then, coming back into the good old U.S. of A., she gets arrested for “grand larceny.”

Kayden tells the story a helluva lot better, so head over to her site, ClubKayden.com and check out her blog. Here’s part of the story…

Customs. I’m not a fan any longer. They were still on my shit list from the NZ arrival where they held us for five hours (in a cold room with no food or water mind you). Did I mention the head of security came in for an autograph afterwards? I feel I should mention it.
Anyhow I waited in the customs line feeling pretty secure because it was my country after all and I hadn’t done anything that should warrant suspicion. Warrant is another word I am now sensitive to. I handed the officer my passport and he swiped it. He didn’t ask the usual stupid questions about what I did while I was gone and how long I was gone. Instead he asked what my social security number was and whether I was 5’5” with blue eyes and blond hair. “Yes,” I answered slowly. He looked at me again. Looked at the computer screen. Looked at me. “Have you ever been arrested?” he asked in disbelief.
Me: “No, why?”
Him: “It’s OK you can tell me, what were you arrested for?”
Me: “No really, I’ve never been arrested”
Him: “Never in Sacramento?”
Me: “Never. Why?”
Him: “because you have a warrant”
Me: “you’re kidding right?”
Him: “I’m afraid not.”
Me: “What’s it for?”
Him: “You should know.”
Me: “obviously I don’t so tell me.”
Him: “It doesn’t say here. What were you arrested for?”
Me: “I wasn’t arrested.”
Him: “well what do you think it’s for.”
Me: “I don’t know. This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
Him: “you were arrested though, right?”
He said it as if he were giving me a hint. He really wanted me to say I had been arrested. I didn’t care whether he believed I had been arrested or not. I just wanted to go.

Me: “yes?”
Him: “OK, now what were you arrested for?”
Me: “uh… missing jury duty?”
Him: “that’s not what it says here. Try again.”
Me (now screaming): “I don’t know I was never arrested!”
Him: “But you just said you were.”
I don’t know if I could possibly stress how long we went in this circle for. I could see my bag revolving on the carousel. I was waiting for him to laugh and say ha ha gotcha. He was not saying ha ha gotcha. He was talking into his stupid customs walkie talkie. I decided instantly that this was probably not good. That was immediately confirmed when another officer came over and asked for my company over to the carousel. Then she wanted my company on the other side of the building where they spent way too long deciding whether they also wanted my company in the little cold room with the stainless steel bench. They did. They patted me down. I was super smart about hiding my cell phone and the second they left me alone in my airport cell I whipped it out. No service. Damn.

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I recently took a much needed vacation with my family for eight wonderful, fun-filled days down at the “happiest place on earth,” Disney World. Okay, so I’m being somewhat sarcastic, but what else is new.

Anyway, one can only take so many days at the Magic Kingdom. Let’s face it. Other than Space Mountain and one or two other rides there, and maybe another 3 or so at the other Disney parks, I needed some “me” time. So I decided to call my friend, Stormy Daniels, who currently lives about 45 minutes away from Orlando down in the Tampa area. I proposed the idea to her to come on out and we’d hit Universal Studios and Universal’s Islands of Adventure for a day of theme park fun. She agreed and we got together down there.

We decided to go for the VIP 2-park pass which was well worth the extra million or so dollars. It enabled us to skip the lines, go to the front of the pack and ride to our heart’s content. The day was a little rainy, so it wasn’t as bad as the previous 6 or so days were down there, plus it wasn’t as crowded. So much for bypassing the monster lines.

We decided to hit Universal’s Islands of Adventure first, and start the morning off right by going on probably one of the best rollercoasters around, The Hulk, in the park’s Superhero area. There’s nothing like going god knows how many feet up in the air, only to be shot at a zillion miles an hour up the rest of the hill and be flipped upside down numerous times through various loops first thing in the morning. We both held our breakfast down, and had a great time.

When we got off the ride, we saw that the X-Men and other members of the Marvel Universe had arrived for pics and stuff, so it was only a natural that we got Stormy with the X-Men’s Storm. Now this Storm didn’t look anything like Halle Berry, and I think that I’d have sex with the cartoon version of the weather manipulating heroine before this chubby version in a bad wig, but it had to be done.

From there we hit the Spider-Man 3-D interactive ride and then hit Jurassic Park. The flume ride that takes you through the dino-laden land warned that you’d get a little wet, so Miss Daniels did not want to ruin her bedazzled Ed Hardy tee, so what does a busty blonde adult star do other than shed it, and being the girl scout she is, of course there was a bikini underneath. I had to love the comment from some guy on line who said, “Now she has the right idea!” Damn right, Skippy!

After the 60 foot drop on the flume, Stormy popped her shirt back on and we went back into the park. My young ’uns were looking for something more their speed and our journey around the park took us into Dr. Seuss land where we got to go on The Cat in the Hat ride and some other rhyming attractions.

We saw a statue of The Grinch there that was available for photo opps, so we made Stormy cram her ample top in for a hug. Who would’ve thunk that the “positioning” would have the green guy molesting her rack? Not me! 0:-)

We went on some other rides and grabbed some lunch, then hit the other “main” Universal park for some more thrills and chills like Jimmy Neutron, Jaws, Men in Black, The Mummy coaster (very cool btw), E.T. and of course, the brand new Simpsons ride. This basically replaced Back to the Future, and it’s a motion simulator roller coaster tour through Springfield. I gotta say it was pretty fuckin’ cool, but even cooler was that when we left Krusty’s digs, we were walking down the main drag and the whole Simpson’s family, well sans Maggie, came out. We got to get pics with them, hit Pat O’Briens for some cajun food which is obviously near and dear to the Louisiana native’s heart, and then hit the road, thus ending our day together.

We all had a great time and want to thank Stormy for sharing the day with us.

Some photos courtesy of StormyDaniels.com.

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Here’s a new thing I’ve been wanting to do. For those who don’t know Joanna Angel, she’s much more than the Punk Porn Princess. She’s also one of the funniest (Note for Stormy: I said ‘one of,’ not ‘the’) girls I know. Some of the things that come out of her mouth, or fingers in an IM, are downright hysterical, at least to me. After all, she is the one who helped inspire our “Out of the Mouths of Babes” regular feature on here with her, “I’m just an creepy looking Jewish girl pretending to be a porn star” line.

So long story short, I get these random and funny Instant Messages from Joanna that I have decided to share with you as they come along. Just moments ago, she IM’d me while on the way to a store appearance by our offices where I am meeting her later. This is our conversation…

xGENESISx (4:38:19 PM): why aren’t you in a car on way out here already?

XjoannaX (4:38:59 PM): I am.

XjoannaX (4:39:10 PM): Yo. I’m being driven in a car where there’s parking tickets and french fries all over the ground

XjoannaX (4:39:26 PM): Its a hyundai elantra

XjoannaX (4:39:52 PM): This is not how you treat a jap

xGENESISx (4:40:25 PM): take a pic of the car floor with your phone and send it

XjoannaX (4:42:44 PM): I put the dentyne in there. I thought it was a nice touch

XjoannaX (4:44:58 PM): The driver’s name is “redd”

XjoannaX (4:45:05 PM): With 2 ds

XjoannaX (4:45:19 PM): He said he uses 2 ds in his name “because he likes big boobs”

Joanna and BurningAngel.com’s Jessie Lee in the Elantra of Love

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I waited. Ever since the first email notification I received on the 9th of April, I waited. I would eagerly make scratch marks on my calendar with a red felt-tipped pen as I counted down till the glorious day of May 17th. I, along with legions of fans, patiently waited for that special day to fall upon us. What, pray tell, may be the special event that occurs on the 17 That’s right, ladies and gentlemen! The new Simpsons ride opens in Universal Studios! Can I get a “Whoo-hoo!”? This is the closest humanity will ever get to exploring the colorful town of Springfield. Imagine the experience!

The ride started off ascending through puffy white clouds on a rickety old wooden coaster. I heard the Simpsons family bickering in the background right before the car plunges back down to earth. In a matter of five minutes, our tour leads us through a three-dimensional world among yellow creatures with four-fingered hands and rainbow-sprinkled donuts. Almost every Simpsons character was present as we roamed around in animated paradise. We visited famous attractions such as Jebediah Springfield’s statue, Springfield Elementary, and of course, the legendary Kwik-E-Mart. After visiting an assortment of brightly painted landmarks, the ride even took us through their own mock adaptation of several well-known California-based theme park rides such as Disneyland’s “Pirates of the Caribbean” and Sea World’s water parks. The ride then ended with the capture of Sideshow Bob. The town is now safe.

That was the only ride I went on that day. But I did not care. My visit was complete. After eating an ice cream cone, I headed home feeling like a happy little kid.

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I am the biggest chickenshit when it comes to horror movies. I am the perfect scaredy-cat to bring to slasher films on the first date because I will also end up shivering on your lap by the end of the movie.

So imagine everyone’s surprise when I agreed to participate in my friend, Tommy Pistol’s trailer for his horror movie called It Ate His Face. It was the first horror-related anything I had taken any interest in since The Shining. (I’ll save any Shining-related stories for another time.) The movie was themed after those guts-and-gore 80’s horror flicks. Like the kind where the quarterback, who proudly dons his varsity letterman’s jacket, is trying to seduce the ditzy head cheerleader in the backseat of his convertible. Then, they hear a noise….

So that was the basic plot line of It Ate His Face. My friends (who were played by Rocco Reed and Nikki Rhodes) and I were hanging out and getting stoned on a dark, dark night. And, of course, there was a lot of tease. Nikki was making out with Rocco, I was making out with Nikki…blah, blah. And then all of a sudden…..Rocco’s dog hears a noise. Rocco and Nikki slowly go outside to investigate, leaving me all by my lonely self. And then……you can watch the rest of the movie to find out.

I absolutely enjoyed every last minute of making the movie. It was very hard work but it was worthwhile. Not once did anyone complain about the late hours or the ickiness of the fake blood and pig guts sticking on their skin. It was definitely team work. Everyone devoted a hundred and ten percent of their talents into creating this film which made such a delightful environment to work in. Also, it was a nice little change having my clothes on while a camera was in front of me.

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The faint aroma of stale cigarettes and feminine body lotion drifted up my nose as I as I walked through the dimly lit hall. It was Friday night and I was at the Northern Club in Fargo. I nervously peered through the red velvet curtain and stole a peek at the growing crowd around the stage; they were there to see me. I was the Featured Dancer this weekend. Meaning the club brought me out here as a draw. That nervous feeling intensified but at the same time it kinda felt exciting.

I took one last look at myself in the dusty mirror to make sure that everything is in place. Then, I took a deep breath, paused and stepped out onstage. The sharp guitar chords of Alice Cooper’s “School’s Out” echoed though the hall as I strutted across the stage in a teensy-weensy plaid skirt while blowing huge pink bubbles with my gum. I played it up as much as I could, I had to be larger than life, that’s what they paid to see, that’s what they want.

Here goes twenty minutes of being the absolute center of attention. As I paraded around in my schoolgirl set, I silently thought to myself: “Please don’t fall on your ass!” But I got over my anxiety quickly. Dancing onstage is so exhilarating. It is such a sexy, yet graceful feeling to have vibrant lights shine upon your body and to move seductively to the music. And it’s so much fun! It’s an empowering feeling walking off the stage knowing you left them wanting more.

I walked thru the curtains to the back. But now, I was naked. It almost like I put on all these elements to become “Gianna Lynn” and go out there, peel them off, then in the end I’m left with nothing on…I’m just myself, while everything that was “Gianna Lynn” is left on stage. …Argh, this is too deep, I think I want fudgesicle.

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This past Saturday was one of those days when you immediately know it is going to be a good day. I woke up to rays of sunshine beaming through the windows and stared at a gorgeous clear blue sky.

After lazily rolling around in bed, I heard my phone beep. It was my cousin. She and her husband invited me to go to the zoo. I love going to the zoo! My cousin and I love doing reminiscent things which take us back to happy childhood memories when paying bills were of no concern and gas prices were cheap.

It was like stepping into a time zone when we arrived at the zoo. I was a carefree little kid again! My first stop was the ice cream stand. How can one go to the zoo and not have any ice cream? After devouring my melting ice cream cone in a matter of seconds, we walked around looking for the tram. (I know I write cute things about my inner child being free and crap, but there is no way my lazy ass has the same energy that I used to have when I was younger.)

From the comfortable seats of a breezy tram, we enjoyed a great tour of the animals. Among the animals we saw were the giraffe, a hippo, and a few monkeys. I could not help but notice how flimsy-looking some of the cages looked. All it would need to take is for the monkey to slip his tail through a warped hole in the metal fence and pick up the bundle of keys from an unassuming zookeeper. Didn’t they see Curious George or Pirates of the Caribbean? After unlocking his cage, the monkey will swing over to the lion’s den and….

Anyways, I had a great day! Next stop…Disneyland!

XOXO
Gianna Lynn

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For more Gianna Lynn visit GiannaLynn.com and Myspace.com/IslandJewels

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Over time, we’re going to be introducing a batch of porn’s hottest stars to the “Home of Porn’s Hottest Stars” blogging for us about everything from porn to their cleaning their house. We want to give readers an insight into the lives of the girls who turn us on daily, because porn stars are people, too.

The first XXX beauty who will be blogging regularly on GenesisOnline is the lovely Gianna Lynn. This starlet is quickly becoming a fan favorite, and we’re glad and honored to have her posting her  life, opinions and pics right fuckin’ here!

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