IN THE HEAT OF THE . . .
Tuesday morning we wrapped a successful shoot in Palm Springs, California. Checking out and packing up was sort of on the surreal side for me because we had settled in so well at the resort and we were quite comfortable. The work pace was steady but not grueling: just right so that we felt productive but not overwhelmed. Most of us got along very well and there was all but one minor set back.
If you remember, originally the Palm Springs shoot was meant to be a bigger, more involved shoot for me. I had collaborated with a friend to write a script and this was really supposed to be my first attempt at a real storyline-oriented project. Upon review, financially and strategically, we decided it made more sense to go out to Palm Springs with the intent to shoot and develop online streaming-type content. I had to be reminded that, in the modern age of porn, a well-rounded and well-to do adult company produces and offers not only DVD releases but maintains an active member’s streaming site. DUH. So I did the responsible thing and I put my ego aside, but not without a little protest 
I put everything together almost entirely alone. Looking at the schedule and budget it was obvious the work-to-time ratio was a little skewed. So Dink Flamingo, my producer, simply suggested trying to get a little rest and relaxation while away. That actually proved to be a lot easier than I thought! And then finding a place of steady production upon my arrival home to San Diego, well . . . that was the hardest part. Hence one week later and I am just now getting to this lil’ blog entry here.
Each shoot is about establishing friendships for me. Since it seems like almost all of my time these days is either tied up in business, traveling, horses (in the summer!) and whatever mainstream project I’m peddling . . . lets face it - I’ve got one good friend in this world and his name is Rocket. I consider my models friends. The tough part is trying to stay on-level with them while directing them and being their producer. I’m always working to develop a core base of models I can call on regularly. The more I shoot the more I figure out what it is exactly that I am searching for.
They’re talented and intelligent beyond just what the adult industry requires of them. In many cases, they’re even educated. Maybe they play the violin, maybe they write music, maybe they’re in school - to join the circus even! They have a sense of self worth and value, so they take care of their bodies and they are active in the world. Sure, they are attracted to the idea of adult work but they still want to be respected and they want people to see them for all of what they are not just a diminished fraction: their sex appeal. They are willing to incorporate and have fun with like-minded individuals on set and they know that means more than just hitting the bars all week long. These boys love spending the summer solstice on the mountain-side just exploring the wondrous world together. Or just laying back on the grass, talking about UFO’s and spotting shooting stars.
New Orleans and Big Easy had it because the boys offered it. And now Palm Springs, they were right there to rise to the challenge.
Palm Springs, for me, was also about building that working support system. I worked with a new camera man, Jett Blakk, in an effort to alleviate some of the pressure and stress I’ve dealt with in the past while shooting. Watching the tapes and reflecting back on how the work just flowed from within us, I think it was a choice decision.
More and more I can count on Johnny Rocket. He is becoming a Jack of All Trades and I am lucky to have such a strong young man willing to work beside me. That poor boy . . . a bottom - spends more time with butthole than I am sure he cares to (his official job, first and foremost, is to expertly remove excess hair from the models’ personal parts) He understands me like no one else and we make each other laugh like there is no tomorrow! I don’t know how or why, but we can sit in the Pussy Wagon and just babble back and forth at each other and laugh so hard tears stream down our faces and soak our laps - making it appear as though we have even pissed ourselves (an observation, upon discovery, that makes us laugh ever more!).
Oh and by the way, if you didn’t guess already - The Pussy Wagon was the Dodge Van I commissioned for the trip to carry the boys all ’round town and ship our production equipment from San Diego to Palm Springs in. I wanted an Explorer, but we got a Pussy Wagon. Story of my life, it seems! We even developed a theme song for the poor thing. By the end of the trip, I wouldn’t have traded the Pussy Wagon for a Lincoln Navigator. We loved our Pussy Wagon. Pussy Wag UHHN!
The resort was like home right away. I insisted our boys and crew exercise caution and care for our exquisite accommodations. Mostly because our gracious hosts were a bit nervous about inviting an adult production into their pride and joy. Many thanks to Brian and Vic for their patience and taking a chance on a young man like me, who came out of nowhere with a proposal anyone could easily refuse. I didn’t want to make arrangements at a resort where I couldn’t secure privacy for my boys, the production and me. This basically ruled out most, if not all, willing (clothing optional) resorts. In the end, we got the location I wanted most and the personal touch and attention these two contributed to making my job easier than it has ever been. Once again, Thank You!
It’s always a gamble bringing in models. Especially ones who are new to the process of shooting adult scenes. I prefer to take on boys who have little to no adult experience. I’ve made some exceptions and they have mostly worked out. I used to say I could and would work with anyone to get them slowly comfortable with the process of doing what I do and how I do it. But after 8 days of housing, feeding, transporting boys it’s far too expensive to pussy foot around. I’ve learned to accept that so many boys just are not cut out for this work no matter how much you ease them into it. Sink or swim. Most of them float alright, some of them swim laps around even ME! But unfortunately, some act as though they are a sack of potatoes or a bag of rocks and just . . . drown.
We coined a new phrase for a boy who leaves set and goes home early . . . it means . . . he got “tonsillitis”. We lost a boy really early on in the shoot, which eventually diminished our eligible capacity for work. But that’s ok, I know he went home to a place where he was comfortable. You can’t force something that just doesn’t fit. As I get better and better at this I, hopefully, will be able to recognize those individuals before investing money and energy in them.
Richie was our southern California boy. The poor boy practically stepped off his graduation stage and onto our set. He scrambled to graduate right up to the point of departure to Palm Springs and he pulled it off. He was ever resilient and at-ease. I know you’ve heard of legs that went on for days . . . but this kid had abs that went on forever! I lost track of counting them, probably mostly due to my jealousy that I have only ever sported a 4-pack. He’s the bottom I had to teach the “bottom boy position” to, but I’m banking he filed that one away. Shoulders up and square, dip that lower back and push your butt up. Now take some of the exaggeration out of it! Just because you like it in the butt don’t mean you are a bitch! There you go boy. You got it. We’ll revisit again in Finals. Don’t worry, there will be a review.
Jesse! The circus freak and hardly a freak at all. Ok, maybe a little. A back bender. Just because he can lick his own heel and toe - don’t ask him if he can suck his own cock. HE’S A BACK BENDER! It means he can lick his own ass No, I’m just kidding.
Immensely talented with a quiet diligence. He’s even got a set of raw pipes on him! This boy will go places beyond me and I’m hoping one day I can help open those doors for him as I forge my own path and divert some of my own talent into more mainstream ideas and notions. He’s got it in him, and he knows it. He’s been training to be a contortionist for 3 years and he was just accepted to a prestigious school in Canada. You’ll be seeing him on stage with us as we develop shows and appearances in the future. And no, he won’t be dancing. He’s got far better things to do than shake his ass at you.
David. There’s always a trouble maker, and you can see it deep within this ones eyes (if you don’t get lost in them first!). The first night he tried my patience and tested me when I explicitly told him he and Shane (our “lost boy” on this shoot) could not share a bed together. I firmly exclaimed, “Do not test my patience boy not even 24 hours into this shoot. I might be nice now, but some people know a different side of me that I am not afraid to reveal here and now.” David came to me through Dink Flamingo and does regular work for ActiveDuty.com. He took it like a champ, but dished it with an unwavering erection (a hot commodity on a porn set, if you didn’t already know it!). He told us the best stories, from the African Monkey he acquired while stationed somewhere exotic to his experiences guarding with Condoleezza rice Rice. He says she was actually a sweetheart. Ok, with a face like that I believe it. We all know just how much looks can be deceiving!
Shane arrived from Texas and was easily, at first glance, the sexiest of the bunch. But it’s always the pretty ones to be wary of. It’s like the most beautiful horse in the stable, with the thickest, longest, curliest mane and the softest, smoothest coat - but don’t get too close because he’ll take one of those fingers off. Ok, no I’m not saying he was vicious or anything, but he was a mild head-case. I take some responsibility here because I told him to come on out even if he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the notion of it all. Most of the time these types settle in and discover on their own that what we do is . . . oh, I don’t know . . . a beautiful thing? A place to have fun, let loose, laugh and just BE without letting the world weigh in on you.
But the world did weigh in on Shane. Heavily. I recognize that as the cause and root for his uneasiness. My twittering from the set complete with photos was coming back on him, and he was catching flack from his friends for being part of it. He shot 1 scene and by the next day he had fallen ill. We all suspected it was mostly just stress and that he wasn’t cut out for it all. I cut him his check, gave him a little bit of a bonus even, and like a prized wild horse that belongs on the range - let him go free.
Me? I don’t know. I almost have to let someone else sit here to reflect on my part. I was happy, and comfortable. Which is something that speaks wonders. We spent the summer Solstice up in Mt. San Jacinto State Park, which required a tram ride to get to the top. I don’t normally have to ride a tram to find a top, they usually just fall at my feet Originally I was going to take the boys to the Water Park or Horseback Riding. But randomly, while researching recreation for the day, we came across this possibility. Being out there, on top of that mountain, in the trees, laying in the meadows and just exploring was magical for me. I felt so at-east and . . . dare I say it? Happy?
My mom instilled a love of nature and adventure in me and I am ever grateful for that. I will remember that trip for the rest of my life. Rocket was there, Paul was there, and I had boys around me that were fun, talented, eager and enthusiastic. All of which I hope return some day to me, on set or off.
I did a scene with Jesse, who oddly reminds me of myself so much. He’s a different kind of athlete and I know everyone who reads this blog will take to him very well. He’s covered in freckles with round, expressive green eyes.
I also did a scene with Jesse and Richie. Early on, the two seemed to connect very well (which is gold for a director like me!). I mostly let the boys do their thing together, but I was there to instruct and teach them how to maximize their potential. Then I fucked them both just cuz I could and they wanted it
Shane and David did a scene together as well. We had to tell them to SLOW DOWN repeatedly because their passion was so hot and raw that it was almost obnoxious. These two are one of the strongest on-screen pairs I’ve ever filmed
David topped Richie in a scene - one in which he shot his load 15 or some odd feet across the room. ‘Course we couldn’t catch that trajectory because flying through the air and hitting the tile on the ground doesn’t look like much. Besides, no camera man is ready for a 15 foot squirter. Even the experienced and talented Jett Black! It really just doesn’t happen that often (15 feet of wad, I mean).
I walked away from it all content with my content. Ok! More than content. I was pleased. And it ain’t easy to please Master Corrigan. Dink will tell you. But I maintain that’s mostly because I am so directional, thorough and understanding of what it is I need to succeed.
We played Naked Lube Twister by the pool. Lots of butthole poking in that one. Doink!
I arranged for a Naked Luche Dore Wrestling match. One in which, surprise surprise, our resident Active Duty boy dominated. But not without a fight! Jesse, the boy we called “Lil One” on set held his own pretty good. He pulled some really great moves! Admittedly, I was the weakest link on that one. So now you know, I don’t set all these little games and fun up to win or boost my ego. I was in the bottom 5 in Lube Wrestling. I’m just too physically submissive.
If some of these photos seem a bit blurry, they were taken during the shoot with my iPhone. I had to take them with my phone so I could e-mail them directly from there to my Twitter account, which I posted on regularly while I was in Palm Springs.
And if there aren’t visual aids here for every little topic I covered, then you’re just going to have to refer to the new Member’s Site for them - due to launch in the coming weeks. Namely, Naked Twister and the wrestling matches. Both are surely a site not worth missing.
We are really close to launching the redesign. In fact, it should be going Live this week. I wanted to get this post up and out and then . . . oh oh here we go!
Your Friend and Failed Lube Wrestler,
Brent Corrigan
Might be a stretch. I would LOVE to appear in NYC while I am there, but it is sooo close that there is no way I can slide in something. Besides, it might be nice not to have to worry about taking my clothes off for once just because I’ve flown to a new city! 
