It’s not you, baby
Hi Casey, I’m curious to know if your fans would ever get the chance to meet you. Would you ever run a contest where the prize was to meet you in person?
That would be a pretty shitty contest. Meeting me isn’t a prize.
But it’s not you, baby, it’s me. Well, it’s also kinda you. But explaining it is just gonna make both of us feel bad, so…
Gustave Flaubert in Madame Bovary said it best: “Never touch your idol; the gilding will stick to your fingers.”
The following is a collection of anonymous questions, answered:
Why are you a sapiosexual person?
Because intelligence is awesome.
Hi Casey! What got you into anal play? Huge fan btw.
Honestly, my first bf didn’t wanna take my virginity, so he stuck it in my ass. I’ve been into it ever since.
Do you ever have romantic anal sex? If so, do you do it often?
Umm isn’t all anal sex romantic?
Why do you not do cream pies?
For the last time ever, because I have to save *something* for my boyfriend.
How does it feel to devoid yourself from your true essence by surrendering to parasites of evil?
My true essence is evil!!! Mwahahahahaha!
The following is a picture of a penis in my butthole, large.
Today’s Question, About Questions
Casey, what is your most and least favorite things about answering questions from your fans?
I’ll start with least. My least favorite thing is having to go through all of the bad questions to find the good ones.
For example, right now, in my inbox, there are…
3 questions on when I am going to do a creampie.
4 questions asking about if I sell custom pics/videos
6 questions with easily googleable answers.
And over 15 jerk-off fodder “questions” (ex. What are your thoughts about strap-on sex with guys? Are you into that type of stuff? from someone who has a pic of a girl fucking a guy with a strap-on as his avatar).
I really should just delete them all.
My favorite thing is when I get asked a really good question – one that makes me think, one that inspires me to write something really great. Those questions make mulling through the bad ones worth it.
This Random Person Asked Me a Question on Tumblr and Now I’m Answering It
aka TRPAMAQOTANIAI One
When I set up my Tumblr (which you can find here), I added one of those “ask me anything” buttons, out of sheer curiosity. Mostly I’ve gotten stupidity, but it’s the internet, so what can you really expect? But I’ve also gotten a few interesting questions. So, from now on, everything month, I’m going to answer one of the good ones. So, send them in via the button on Tumblr. Here is the first:
“I have a friend that has been a stripper for three years. She is burned out to a point where she just can’t handle another hard cock around her and has had more hands on her than she should in three slutty lifetimes. She finds that her sex drive is zero, level of interest is below zero and worries that long term trauma has been done while making a little money. Do you feel that any of these issues are pending for you? Have you heard similar and does it concern you?”
There is a difference between being a stripper and being a porn star. As a stripper, you have to play the game to get paid. You have to flirt, and be seductive, and interact directly with those lusting after you. If you don’t, you don’t get paid. As a porn star, yes you have to play the game with the fans, but it doesn’t impact your paycheck. A girl who ignores her fans on twitter may not receive many gifts from her wishlist in the mail, but companies are still going to hire her for shoots. She will still get paid.
And playing the game is exhausting. Some girls are excellent at it; I am not one of them. It’s the kind of thing that just wears me down. It’s why I can’t fathom myself as a stripper or a hooker.
Also, when it comes right down to it, I don’t really have very many hard cocks around me. When I go to work, it is an average of one, maybe two cocks, vying for my attention. And, for the most part, they are very professional cocks, who only want my attention when the camera is rolling. It’s not like a strip club, where every man in there has a boner, and the girl has to pay attention to all of them, all the time.
I do have to admit that this was a concern of mine before getting in to porn – that I would start to hate sex. But it no longer concerns me.
I have a bit of a skewed point of view on intimacy, I think. The act of putting a penis in a vagina (or a mouth or a butthole) by itself doesn’t mean anything emotionally to me. There are so many things that two people can do that are way more intimate than just having sex.
And a lot of the things that I find more intimate are the things that I don’t have do at work, the things that strippers and hookers have to do to keep their clients.
That’s why I’m not afraid of porn causing me to start hating sex. Because, sure, after a long week of working, I don’t want to have a dick inside me. But there are other things I still want to do, other things I still crave. It’s those other things that are important to me.
Those other things are my sex drive. Porn can’t take them away.