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Making It Big: Sex Stars, Porn Films and Me
Just exactly how did a full-figured drag queen become one of the most well-known directors in the gay porn business? This is the classic American rags-to-riches story--with a twist. Young Larry Paciotti traveled to California to become part of the world he loved--gay porn. In record time he transformed the industry with his polished, steamy movies and turned himself into the irresistible Chi Chi LaRue.
288 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 1997
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Chi Chi Larue
8 books3 followersChi Chi LaRue is a director of gay and bisexual pornography. He has also directed under the names "Lawrence David" and "Taylor Hudson." As the LaRue persona is achieved through Paciotti donning drag, LaRue is alternately referred to as "he" and "she."
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October 4, 2007
I always like to point out that Hibbing, MN actually spawned THREE geniuses: Bob Dylan, Roger Maris, and Chi Chi LaRue. Chi Chi's drag-queen porn-auteur memoir offers more hard-earned insights into human nature than Dylan could ever bounce off his poesie, or his reverent hype. Pick this one up and don't let the erectified hedonism deter you: the porn logistics and hilarious gossip turn it something approaching genius. Examples:
Most vital of all -- and I cannot stress this enough -- is what we in the industry call 'good length.' This refers not to the length of the dick being sucked but rather to the amount of dick moving in and out of the sucker's mouth with each stroke. There must be a distinct up-and-down motion, with as much of the cock as possible sliding out of the upstroke and in on the downstroke. This is easier with a bigger dick, of course, but even a moderate-size dick can display good length if the sucker goes all the way down to the base, then all the way back up to the head.
When you start casting real-life boyfriends together, that's where you get into some dangerous territory... Sure the lovemaking is authentic -- authentically sweet and tender and kind and gentle, exactly what you don't want in a porn film.
Ryan Idol had his own agenda. He was having tantrums virtually every day on the set. At one point, when Steve Marks had spit in his ass, Ryan screamed at us, 'Nobody spits in Ryan Idol's ass!' and threatened to come after me with a baseball bat if I left that in the final cut.
Most vital of all -- and I cannot stress this enough -- is what we in the industry call 'good length.' This refers not to the length of the dick being sucked but rather to the amount of dick moving in and out of the sucker's mouth with each stroke. There must be a distinct up-and-down motion, with as much of the cock as possible sliding out of the upstroke and in on the downstroke. This is easier with a bigger dick, of course, but even a moderate-size dick can display good length if the sucker goes all the way down to the base, then all the way back up to the head.
When you start casting real-life boyfriends together, that's where you get into some dangerous territory... Sure the lovemaking is authentic -- authentically sweet and tender and kind and gentle, exactly what you don't want in a porn film.
Ryan Idol had his own agenda. He was having tantrums virtually every day on the set. At one point, when Steve Marks had spit in his ass, Ryan screamed at us, 'Nobody spits in Ryan Idol's ass!' and threatened to come after me with a baseball bat if I left that in the final cut.
October 15, 2012
A poorly executed book with little content or redeeming value.
Having finished Thousand and One Night Stands: The Life of Jon Vincent, which was told in a straight-forward, direct way, I moved right into this book hoping for more insight into the late 1990’s world of gay porn stars from someone who was there. I was disappointed. As LaRue says:
“I have had sex with some of the stars of this industry, but I’m not going to name names here. Sorry if this disappoints you, but I’ve never liked kiss-and-tell books, and I’m not going to write one. That’s unfair to the other people involved. If they want you to know, let them tell you.”
I wasn’t so much looking for a kiss-and-tell book as just a tell. The best story in the book is about Ryan Idol threatening her with a baseball bat and that’s told in about one sentence. The whole book is short vignettes with a few paragraphs and then a page break, and rather than tell a linear story the book is grouped into categories like how to direct a porno or popular drag queens of 1996. The woman’s met Prince, Madonna, Cher, Jeff Stryker, Ryan Idol and tons more and each gets about a paragraph.
LaRue’s humour very occasionally comes out:
“Bradley’s also gotten me addicted to fans, the little handheld spreading kind that classy women throughout history have fluttered when swooning with the vapors or watching their plantations burn down.”
But the humour is too infrequent and I don’t know how well it translates to the page. The book was written with a ghost writer and I have no idea what he did, he certainly didn’t help flush out the narrative.
There’s a reason people usually write these books at the end of their career. LaRue seems so concerned with stepping on people’s toes that nothing gets said.
Having finished Thousand and One Night Stands: The Life of Jon Vincent, which was told in a straight-forward, direct way, I moved right into this book hoping for more insight into the late 1990’s world of gay porn stars from someone who was there. I was disappointed. As LaRue says:
“I have had sex with some of the stars of this industry, but I’m not going to name names here. Sorry if this disappoints you, but I’ve never liked kiss-and-tell books, and I’m not going to write one. That’s unfair to the other people involved. If they want you to know, let them tell you.”
I wasn’t so much looking for a kiss-and-tell book as just a tell. The best story in the book is about Ryan Idol threatening her with a baseball bat and that’s told in about one sentence. The whole book is short vignettes with a few paragraphs and then a page break, and rather than tell a linear story the book is grouped into categories like how to direct a porno or popular drag queens of 1996. The woman’s met Prince, Madonna, Cher, Jeff Stryker, Ryan Idol and tons more and each gets about a paragraph.
LaRue’s humour very occasionally comes out:
“Bradley’s also gotten me addicted to fans, the little handheld spreading kind that classy women throughout history have fluttered when swooning with the vapors or watching their plantations burn down.”
But the humour is too infrequent and I don’t know how well it translates to the page. The book was written with a ghost writer and I have no idea what he did, he certainly didn’t help flush out the narrative.
There’s a reason people usually write these books at the end of their career. LaRue seems so concerned with stepping on people’s toes that nothing gets said.
June 2, 2009
good memoir. not what i expected. not quite sure what i expected, but it wasn't this.
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January 2, 2013this book is all a sex crazy girl could want. it reminds me of when my boyfriend fucked me last night. he really knows how to ride me hard and make me orgasm
November 6, 2014
Straight forward memoir/biography. I think an updated version is overdue, a sort of then and now would be great.
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