Alan Adrian

A memoir of starting out in the adult film industry in the late 1970s.

 

 

My Early Porn Years

by John A. Mozzer a.k.a. Alan "Spike" Adrian

On Saturday, March 4, 1978, I took my last final test at Rochester Institute of Technology in upstate New York. Later that afternoon, I rode with a friend to New York City, about a seven hour ride. I already had a job lined up -- Assistant to the Production Manager at Doubleday & Company on Park Avenue -- starting that Monday, March 6. I checked into the YMCA on West 34th Street. I lived at the YMCA, among ex-convicts, for about a month, while searching for an apartment share. Finally, I found a place to live with a New York University Italian law student, on the second floor of a house in Elmhurst, Queens.

However, I was extremely naive and totally unprepared for corporate politics. A year later, I found myself unemployed, having been fired from my first two jobs, first Doubleday, then Newsweek magazine. At age 22, I thought I was ruined for life. My elitist ideal, a perfect resume worthy of someone with my fancy RIT degree (a very marketable B.S. in Printing Technology and Management), seemed blemished beyond repair.

I resumed corresponding with my Pennsylvanian childhood friend, Tom K. My correspondence with Tom was a substitute for writing in a diary. On March 17, 1979, in a letter that I decided not to mail, I wrote: I am bitter and I wonder how long I will be bitter. You know why. Doubleday and Newsweek. Sometimes I feel very scared. And I believe there is every reason for me to feel bitter, or depressed. It's somewhat analogous to a Harvard graduate facing the prospect of pushing a broom for the rest of his life. There I was -- at Newsweek, the best place to work in the world and it [my career] has been blown.

Simultaneously, I was fully aware of an even stronger need to fulfill -- very powerful exhibitionist and masochistic sexual cravings. Sexual thrills in the bedroom would never be enough. I dreamed of being a visible male sex object and making money at it, however incompatible that might be with my "straight" career goals. When I first moved to New York, performing in porn movies as a way to fulfill these cravings didn't occur to me. Instead, I fantasized about stripping for a female audience. But whatever it would turn out to be, I knew that New York just had to provide some kind of outlet. This drove me to New York as much or more than the publishing business.

I took the first step towards fulfilling this fantasy upon seeing an ad in the Village Voice's bulletin board page for The Eulenspiegel Society, an S&M support group. At TES meetings, I socialized with Jay and Dianne Hartwell, publishers of The SM Express, one of several S&M tabloids distributed nationwide to adult book stores. I showed Jay a set of photos of myself, solo, in self-bondage, that a friend shot for me when I was still at RIT. Jay published three of the photos with an article titled "Super Self-Bondage", in The SM Express #20.

The TES meetings were about as exciting as being at church. But I did learn useful information, including the existence of Chateau 19, a night club where people actually played S&M, something I had never experienced. Chateau 19 was happening one night per week, I think, at facilities that were usually used by a swing club. The Chateau 19 scene provided the first opportunity for me to prance around naked with ropes tied around my body, flaunting my masochistic orientation. And I promptly lost my S&M cherry. Unfortunately, I don't remember many details. But I do remember a dominant woman whacking me on the ass with a paddle. I'm sure I was forced to do some boot licking too.

At the club, I met Lisa Shore. Her S&M publication, Lisa's World, was one of several glossy S&M magazines packaged by Esoteric Press for a major porn distributor. I talked with Lisa about modeling as a male submissive for Esoteric Press.

Thus, on September 26, 1978, I had my first "job" in the adult entertainment industry. Actually, I think Richard Shore and Sandy York (a.k.a. Sandy Fox), the fumbling operators of Esoteric Press, didn't want to pay male submissive models anything at all. But I persuaded them to pay me something -- $20.00 to be exact. I posed with three dominant women -- Magda Sade, a woman named Maria, and best of all, Lisa Baumgardner (now Lisa Falour.) The photos first appeared in Esoteric Press's flagship magazine, Corporal, Volume One, Number Six.

The shoot's location was The Project, a loft at 127 Grand Street. The heterosexual couple who resided at The Project were using the loft for their ongoing off-Broadway theatrical production about the S&M lifestyle, Another Way To Love. On another night, I went to see the play. I met the couple and talked with them about my aspirations, and they told me about a porn industry talent agent named Dorothy Palmer.

I was still at Newsweek when I first called Dorothy Palmer. She told me that she would not see me unless I brought a girl who was also interested in getting into the business. I certainly didn't know any women who wanted to be porn actresses. However, when I spoke to her at a later date, she must have been doing one of her cattle calls because she told me to come to her office without mentioning bringing a girl. Her office was on West 57th Street, behind an answering service with middle aged female switchboard operators, who repeatedly asked the talent in the waiting area to be quiet.

Once I was behind closed doors in Dorothy's office, she introduced me to a guy who looked more conservative then I usually looked, porn movie producer Bill Milling.

As any BNI reader knows, having sex in front of a camera is not easy, especially for a male because he can't fake orgasm. Milling wanted to know my qualifications, so he asked if I've ever done a sex scene. I started to say no. Dorothy interrupted, claiming I worked for so-and-so, someone I had actually never heard of. I kept my mouth shut. Milling didn't flinch. He apparently believed the lie.

Milling didn't cast me for a film on the spot. But the meeting apparently led to my working in the business. Actually, to this day, I don't know the connection that lead from Milling to Joe Sarno, of Distribpix. But Distribpix contacted me and hired me, though I had never even heard of them yet. They hired me for a sex scene that was very easy to do, that didn't require much experience at performing in porn movies. Nevertheless, it qualifies as my first bone fide movie sex scene.

The scene was shot on February 24, 1979, for a relatively high budget feature film titled Tigresses, inside a Manhattan townhouse. A fluff girl was available for the actors upstairs. This turned out to be the only film I ever worked on that had a fluff girl, so this must have been the end of an era. When it was time for my scene, I walked down the stairs to the cameras with a hard on. Sarno reacted with surprised approval.

Samantha Fox gave me a blow job -- that was it -- while she recited a monologue. I had no dialog, no other sex. My face was not even in the shot, just my cock. My pay was one hundred bucks. Other guys had exactly the same job. These different blow job scenes were used as transitions to tie together a series of vignettes.

I had a warm, satisfied feeling. I had just lost my job at Newsweek. But now it didn't matter. I could earn a living doing this, I felt. Unfortunately, this satisfied feeling didn't stick for very long.

Another male first timer was so jumpy with enthusiasm about making a career out of this type of work that I thought he should calm down a bit. In retrospect, he reminded me of a guy who has a silly grin on his face because he just scored. He was already aggressively trying to get more work. When I told him that I worked for Sandy Fox, he explained that Sandy is a porn talent agent whom he had been trying to find. I gave him Sandy's number. However, it turned out he was looking for a different Sandy Fox, who apparently got out of the business by this time.

This guy was too damn hyper. His energy came across as nervous energy to me. I thought he would never make it in the business. His name was Ron Jeremy.

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My Early Porn Years was originally published in Batteries Not Included, Volume V, Issue #9, September 1998.