It's the second-most dreaded phone call a performer can receive: t he call from Mom and Dad after they've discovered your Internet alter-ego. I think I was driving home from set when I received the phone call. She started seeing someone else back at home and I continued living in Los Angeles, feeding the machine. Shortly after she returned home, we broke up. It was in that moment I realized how big of a mistake it would be if I stole this poor girl away from her family and destroyed her life by turning her into me. I thought of being under the bright lights and being on display, and I just panicked. I was going through the motions, but I felt nothing. I felt like I was on set, as if the acts we were doing were no longer sacred. When we had sex for the first time during her trip, I broke down crying. I had a nervous breakdown right in front of her. I was asking her to sever ties with her family and move 2500 miles across the country to join me in sunny California and live in some overpriced, underwhelming, cookie-cutter apartment in the valley, while I f*cked strangers on camera for money. It makes me kind of sick to look back and see myself proposing such a pathetic notion. I almost had her half-convinced to move to California and attempt a stable relationship with me. I didn't know what it meant to be an adult, or to be independent, or to be on the run. I was a child then I was under the safety net of being a student. This was when I was still living at the Oakwoods. I flew her out to Los Angeles for spring break in 2012.
I believe I lost a piece of myself when I left her in Pennsylvania. She will forever remain to me as the one who got away. Nothing in my life will ever matter as much as she did to me while we were together. Her and I were in love, and that is the most honest thing I could ever say. It was our dirty little secret, and for a while, we both seemed content with things as they were. She was well aware of my character, Logan Pierce. We had been dating for two years before I made the move out West. She was a civilian that is, she was not associated with the industry in any way, shape, or form. I had a girlfriend when I first started f*cking professionally. I broke into the industry during the winter of 2012, only two days after arriving in Los Angeles.Įver since, my life has crest into one hell of a wave. Yes, I am a Male Performer, otherwise known as a cocksmith, a swordsman, a meat puppet, a male talent, or a working stiff.
Instead, I denounced religion shortly after receiving my confirmation, dropped out of college after my third year, and moved away to Los Angeles to pursue my sexually deviant aspirations. Part of me believes I should be settling down and planning to start a family right now, but I'm not. My brother married when he was my age, so, naturally, I should be considering the possibility of marriage, right? I graduated from high school on time and immediately enrolled at a respected university. I was raised Catholic and followed each necessary step to reach religious salvation. You see, I am a good-natured and quiet boy from a small suburban town located on the outskirts of Philadelphia.