This weekend I’m flying down to LA to meet Belladonna.

I could fly to the moon I’m so excited. When I first found out she was interested in filming me, I TOTALLY jized in my pants. And my heart just about leaped out of my body. Needless to say, I’m a huge fan.

Belladonna was the first pornstar I could identify with. Seeing her with a shaved head and looking hella dykey and genderfuck with heavy make-up and gore photos and fucking enjoying herself on camera. My favorite of hers was when she was preggers in Fucking Girls, of course there’s also the back-bend blowjob in Fashionistas. She exudes sex like it’s art — a performer and athlete and her grasp on owning her shit, being transparent about her experiences, taking charge of her own image through her business, all of these are why she’s been such a role model.

I’m floating. I’m elated. I’m a little nervous but all I can feel is my crotch. Belladonna wants me for a movie!

Dude. DUDE!!! I want to do so many things to her — Shawn/Syd Blakovich and I sometimes talk about new sex positions, the latest of which is holding oneself open while your partner cums into the others’ hole. I want to do that. I want to experience her width, I want to let her sink into me deep and I’d spread wide for her. I imagine her sucking the fattest strap-on cock ever, going so deep with her open mouth that her bottom teeth ride against my clit. I’m really fucking excited.

The cherry on top is that I’ve invited Shawn to come down with me so the possibilities of us both shooting with her are driving me wild. It’s a dream come true!

Yes!

Yes!

YES!