Did anyone read that book or see that movie??? I did both. Fuck that!!! Now, EVERY conversation I have with a guy, or every date that I go on, I find that I analyze it more than ever before and I start freaking out! Oh my God! No good, people!!!

I’m about to go on a rant about my very personal life and it’s probably gonna sound really obsessive, but, at this point, I don’t care:

So, this GUY contacts me about the event I’m hosting in Montreal during UFC, blah blah blah… He ends up shipping me probably a thousand dollars worth of clothes. Yay! Free shit! However, there’s more to it than that. After thanking him over and over, we ending up keeping in touch and chatting very often over the course of a couple weeks and had become excited to meet in Montreal. We even chatted during our layovers in different airports on our way out there… And I’m talkin’ 4am phone calls! So, we meet, we instantly connect like old friends, enjoy each other’s company for a few days, and we even slept together. I know I fuck for a living, but I take first-time-sex with a new ‘friend’ very seriously. I don’t do it just to do it. I really liked him! Even my girl friend noticed that he was really into me. It was just one of those connections.

Anyway, we get home (different flights), we exchanged text messages for a couple days, and he tells me he’s sick. Okay. No one likes to be bothered when they’re sick, so I let him be. This past Friday, after a couple days without talking, I sent a random text message while bored at a bar watching my friends get drunk. We exchanged a few messages: he said he had gotten the flu and was still sick, so I made a joke about wanting to bring him chicken noodle soup but I can’t cook. No answer. No NOTHING all weekend.

So, this morning, I’d say about 10 or 11am, I sent a simple, “Hope you’re feeling better” text. EIGHT HOURS LATER, I got, “I am feelin’ a lil bit better”. Hmmm… Maybe you’re sick, but I expected a little more…

I was so confused, I called my girlfriend: Is he REALLY sick, or does he just not want to see me? I thought we had a great connection, but maybe he was just in it for a little ‘away from home sex’. But, he was such a nice and very genuine guy and treated me extremely well, so I don’t think he would purposely be an asshole. If he doesn’t want to see me, why not tell me??? If he is sick, why not say, “Hey, I’d really like to see you when I get better” or something like that. Or, maybe he is just really sick… like, bedridden, puking his brains out kind of sick and he just doesn’t have the strength to do anything. I DON’T KNOW!!!! And it’s fucking killing me!!!!

Maybe he’s just not that into me…  FUCK THAT MOVIE/BOOK, by the way! If you haven’t seen/read it… DON’T! It’ll ruin your life!

So anyway, I told my friend that I didn’t want to seem needy or desperate or anything, but I really like this guy. It’s crazy how I barely knew him, but just felt ‘it’. But it’s the truth. And I’m not one for playing games. Fuck that shit. I like you; you like me… Let’s fucking go out! Or, if you aren’t into it… TELL ME!!!

We came up with the conclusion to just call him. It’d been a few days, so why not. I called. No answer. So, I left a voicemail. Short, sweet, to the point: “…Glad to hear you’re feeling a little better… Would really like to see you again… If you’re up for it, give me a call.” So, ball’s in his court, I guess.

I fucking hate ‘dating’ for these reasons. Why can’t we all just be honest with each other: “I like you”, “I had a good time”, “I’d really like to see you again”, or even, “You know, I had a good time, but I don’t think it’s gonna work out”. Whatever… give it to me straight!

But maybe he is just sick…

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!

Uh-oh!!!! What happens when you put two of the industry’s biggest loud mouths/troublemakers together???

Christian XXX and I squashed EVERYTHING today and managed to be in the same room and actually shoot a scene today without throwing punches! lol.

Is the apocalypse upon us??? Hahahahahaha…

Phoenix had asked me a couple of weeks ago if I’d shoot a scene for Naughty America… directed by Christian. Ummm… WHAT?!?!?! Honestly, Christian and I had never met, and there really wasn’t any legit drama between us other than both of us being loud mouths and talking shit due to hearsay. But, we’re both really stubborn, so it is what it is. So, after Phoenix asked me, I knew what I had to do: DO IT! I hadn’t shot a scene for Naughty America in about a year, and the whopping three scenes they have with me SUCK! Two of them are with Chris Johnson, and they were his third and forth scene ever. The other was with Chris Canon and, let’s face it, he’s a nice guy, but he just can’t hang these days! Or, maybe ‘hanging’ is the problem…??? So anyway, I knew I was due for an update and I wanted to get a GREAT scene out there… and I knew I could put up with Christian for a couple hours to get it done.

Over the course of a couple weeks or so, Christian and I exchanged a few text messages regarding the scene, and we were very cordial, so I knew we wouldn’t have any problems. I was a bit nervous showing up on set, but he was very welcoming and very polite, but not surprisingly. We walked in and got straight to work.

Filing Out Paperwork

Within a few minutes, Christian was snapping pictures and goofing off with me. I was very comfortable! He uploaded some pictures onto the Naughty America forums almost immediately, and had this to day:

“After some derogatory comments about NA and myself, I decided to help bury the hatchet and improve relations with the gorgeous Jayden Jaymes, misunderstood porn star. So I called her up through Phoenix Marie, and booked her for a shoot today. She is a professional porn star and very organized, prepared, and knows just what to say and do. I am pretty impressed actually. Here are a few pics……more to come.”

I like that he called me ‘misunderstood’. It fits. I’m very misunderstood. I’ve very outspoken… I say what everyone else thinks. And the truth hurts! But, of course, I’m labeled as the bitch for doing so! Whatever…

Shooting 'Pretty-Girl' Pictures

Anyway, we got through the pretty girls, called in Alec Knight for the sex stills, then starting shooting. Alec and I have worked together a number of times and we have great chemistry. I had actually recommended him for the shoot. He’s got a nice dick, he keeps it up, and he can fuck! I love him! The intro to the scene was very… well… real! Christian’s set up: I live with a girl friend of mine. Her older brother has been staying on our couch after getting laid off. I come home from a bad day at work only to find him in his sweats, eating peanut butter from the jar! Why am I upset? That’s the best part: I’m doing so well at work and accomplishing so much that all of my coworkers are hating on me out of jealousy! Hahahaha… welcome to my life! So it was very easy for me to ‘get into character’ for this one! Anyway, Alec gives me some much needs TLC… And y’all know what happens from there!

Afterward, Christian asked if he could take me to lunch. I was a bit hesitant, but I went. We stopped at a little hole-in-the-wall Mexican joint and the food was great! Better yet, our conversation was great! We sat and talked for an hour and a half about this business. You know, I get so down about all the bad publicity I get in this business, but I know I’m doing something right if they’re all talking. And, after hearing it from someone else (yet again!), I know I’m on the right path! If they see a threat, I guess they’re gonna try to stop it!

Not this bitch…

One of the best vacations… EVER!!! Hehehehehe!

SkySkrape, Me, Chuck and Lynda at Metropolis

It started a little rough, I’ll admit. My flight was at 6:05am, meaning I had to leave my place at 4am to be at LAX no later than 4:30. Well , my girl Phoenix and I were supposed to go together, as I had mentioned, but I sent Phoenix a text message around midnight asking her about the XRCO Awards, and in turn I ended up getting a call and comforting her over some mishaps. She had some personal things to take care of and didn’t want to leave. As much as I LOVE her, I was a bit upset. I wouldn’t have minded going to Montreal by myself because I had a lot of friends already out there, but my big concern was, “I don’t wanna go to the fights by myself!” lol. I immediately got on the phone with my girl friend Lynda, who’d been dying to go anyway, and TOLD her to pack her bags! Of course, you can’t transfer a plane ticket from one name to another, so I ended up finding a cheap plane ticket (for $550), last minute, but on a different flight than mine. Whatever… we were going! So, Lynda came over at about 2am, helped me pack my bags, drove me to the airport at 4, went home to pack her bags, and her flight was at 11:55am. I got to Montreal around 7pm, and Lynda was due in at midnight.

I made my way through customs, got my bags, stopped at an ATM to get Canadian cash, and headed for the hotel. When I arrived at the Marriott Chateau Champlain, it was a mob scene outside! I didn’t realize that ALL the fighters were staying there! Wow!!! People waiting outside with cameras, t-shirts, posters, etc., waiting for their favorite fighters to walk by. Well, I got to my room, showered, started getting ready for my hosting event with TapouT at Opera. I’d been texting Skrape (one of the owners of TapouT) and we planned on meeting and heading to the party all together since he knew I was solo for a few hours. I also managed to get a hold of Chuck after weigh-ins, so I want to his room that was just one floor above me, to say hello. When I walked in, there was a small group hanging out, including his brother, his assistant, his daughter, and a couple friends. They were all chatting over the TV and talking about plans for the weekend. I hung around for about 30 minutes and skipped out on dinner with the group due to the fact that I had to get my ass ready for this party!

I went to Skrape’s hotel, The Queen Elizabeth, around 10pm. Our plan was to leave early, about 10:30, but, of course, we ran late! Skrape and I hung out and chatted for a while in his room while he got ready. We eventually met Dan (aka Punkass) and their assistant in the lobby around 11:30. Of course, they got hassled for a few pictures. Skrape also decided to help me out with a little free publicity by pulling me into pics and introducing me. Hey, I’ll take what I can get! Hahaha! We finally rolled out to Opera around midnight.

Skrape and I (and bottles of Moet!) at Opera

We got to the club around 12:10, and went straight to out VIP tables. Once again, fans, fans, and more fans EVERYWHERE. Fans of TapouT, fans of mine, old friends, new friends, etc. It was a good group. We had HUGE bottles of Moet and Belvedere flowing and we enjoyed ourselves amongst UFC Ring Girls Edith and Logan, UFC commentator Mike Goldberg, Fighters Gray Maynard and Tyson Griffin, a couple Chargers players, and a bunch of others. I also modeled the new TapouT clothing (and bikini!) in the fashion show. All the while, Lynda was landing, the airline delayed her bag, and she was checking into the hotel.

The club closed at 3am, and we headed back to the Queen Elizabeth. Lynda was ready to get out on the town at that point, so she met us in Skrape’s room, then we all headed out to a little cafe around the corner and enjoyed some cheese pizza and poutine… which we now LOVE!!! The running joke all weekend: “Let’s get some Pu-Tang!” Hahahaha!

Lynda and I at Metropolis

Lynda and I got back to out hotel around 5am and passed out. I woke up at about 3pm to her taking pictures of me sleeping! (Not flattering!) And, since Lynda didn’t have her bags, we went shopping!!! Leaving the hotel, I was approached by a group of about 5 young men, all with stacks of 8×10′s for me to sign. I signed autographs and took pictures for about 10 minutes, and we continued to St. Catherine to shop. We saw a really cool scarf in the window at a store, so we treated Skrape to a costume-gift. Lynda purchased some necessities, including lots of makeup so she could get through the weekend. We rushed back to the hotel to be ready by 9pm for the fights.

We both looked gorgeous for the fights and enjoyed a few drinks from our seats. We were disappointed over Chuck’s loss, and extremely disappointed in Silva’s fight because it practically put us to sleep! Skrape went backstage after Chuck’s loss, and texted me during Silva’s fight to meet him outside so we could head to Metropolis for the after-party.

Lynda and I

The after-party had a GREAT turnout! We all drank from the unlimited Belvedere bottles, posed for the constant flashes from photographers and, of course, enjoyed ourselves. Chuck and Anderson Silva were both in great spirit considering their fights.

The club shut down around 3am, and, after sitting around for a bit afterwards chatting with everyone, we headed to the limo. We dropped off Lynda at the Marriott where Skrape couldn’t avoid more fan pictures. Of course, I was spotted in the car and had to step out for a few, as well. I didn’t spend the night in my own room that night, but I strolled in and woke up Lynda around 2:30 the next afternoon!

Lynda, Skrape and Me at Metropolis

Sunday was a lazy day. We did NOTHING but lay around, visit Chuck in his room for a bit, and lay around some more! We did have a nice group dinner at a great sushi restaurant with Chuck and EVERYONE, and from there we went to Opera… again! We got a couple tables and a lot of vodka! By 1am, we were DONE! I didn’t realize that I drank way too much sake at dinner and way too many Vodka and cranberries until I got back to the room and puked… twice! Ewww!!! I’m a ‘special occasion’ kind of drinker, so this weekend was way too much for me to handle and it all came up! So much for spending my last night there with my guy! Ugh!!!

Gray Maynard, Lynda and I, and Tyson Griffin at Opera

Lynda’s flight was a 9am, so she packed early and let me sleep. She said goodbye as she snuck out. My alarm went off at noon, and I had a flight at 4. Customs was a nightmare, as always, but I made it through without vomiting! I tried to gag down a burger from Burger King (greasy food usually helps a hangover), but I took about three bites and I was done! I slept on the plane, barely made my second flight out of Chicago, and enjoyed ‘Marley and Me’ on the flight into LAX. Lynda picked me up at the airport at about 10pm and we headed home, reminiscing about our fabulous weekend.

Hahahaha! I love to hear people say, “eh?” in Canada! It’s so cute! Of course, I’ll be in Montreal all weekend, so I’m sure I’ll hear more French than anything.

Anyway, I’ve kept really busy all week, and wrapped up another Evil Angel shoot with Phoenix Marie today. She took it up the ass, while I enjoyed a little ATM – for the first time ever!!! She’s one of my best friends and I know she’s clean, so I’m cool with her booty! However, our male talent was Steve Holmes and I was just not into it. He’s not a bad looking guy (believe me, I’ve done worse!) so I didn’t think I would have a problem with it, but in the very beginning of the shoot, he kissed me and the taste in his mouth was like sour milk! Yuck! I mean, I know I had just scarfed down a salad with a dressing that consisted of a little too much vinegar, but I at least chewed some gum! But, I moved on and finish the scene as I always do… walking a bit bull-legged from his gigantic dick!

Afterwards, Phoenix tried to convince me to attend the XRCO Awards that are going on tonight, but I passed. I told her I’d do the red carpet only if I could wear my jeans, Chucks, and a Misfits tee with a blunt in one hand and a beer in the other! Yeah… I’m not in the BEST of moods these last couple of days! Hahaha. We got a good laugh at that. I obviously passed on the show.

I’ve actually got about 6 hours before I have to leave the house to go pick up Phoenix. Our flight out of LAX is at 6am!!!! We have a layover in Chicago and I believe we land in Montreal at 5:30pm. From there, straight to the hotel for showers, hair, makeup, clothes, etc. Then, meet with Chuck, hang out, maybe go to a group dinner, get my tickets for the fights… Then Phoenix and I are rolling out with SkySkrape (one of the owners of TapouT) to Opera, where I have to be at midnight, along with Joe Rogan, Logan and Edith and the rest of the UFC crew. I’m only getting paid to be there for 2 hours, and I’m sure we’ll be moving on after that. Saturday night is fight night (duh!), so we’ll be attending, and then partying at Metropolis with Chuck and Anderson Silva at there official after-party, which I’m THRILLED about. Chuck always has the best after-parties! Sunday is a day to recover. But I’m guessing Phoenix and I will be doing some sightseeing. On Monday we’re going to go visit the Brazzers headquarters to meet everyone, maybe have lunch or something, and be on a plane at 4:20 to head home to LA.

It’s going to be a long weekend, but a very exciting one! We’re taking a video camera so we’ll capture as much as we possibly can!

Have a great weekend everyone and make sure to watch UFC97 – Redemption, and look for me and Phoenix!

xoxo

Ahhhhh!!!! It never fucking ends, does it?!?!?! 

So, I went to a ‘Support and Protect the Industry’ party last night at Les Deux in Hollywood. I didn’t really want to go because I hate the drama that comes with it, but I was being urged from every direction. So, I called my buddy Craven Moorehead and told him that he was going with me. Yes, I TOLD him. Hahaha. He’s a fucking rockstar like me, so we buddy up and go cause trouble together. Well, I showed up at his place and a limo pulls up behind me. Apparently, one of the members of System of a Down just got a great deal and wanted to celebrate. So, we rolled out in a limo with members of System and Wu Tang. Sorry, gotta keep in anonymous.

We show up at the club, skip the red carpet, and head straight to our table. In my head I was thinking, ‘Thank God! A table will keep me out of the crowd and away from the drama!’ Apparently not! Too many girls want to be seen with rockstars, so we got invaded. Of course, these are MY boys, so I managed to have them kicked out before I felt the urge to throw a punch. Here’s the thing: I’m a big shit talker, I guess you’d say. But, when I ‘talk shit’, it’s factual. I talk about the girls and their infatuation with their hooking ‘careers’. I call them out and put their shit on blast. Hey, if you’re so proud, why are you getting so upset?! Anyway, the hoes hate me. So, if you hate me so much, get the fuck out of my roped-off area!

Anyway…

An old-time director and now agent walked by me. We used to chat when I was a client at that particular agency, so I tapped him on the shoulder and said hello. His response: “I can’t believe you’re here with all these whores!” Wow! Dude, you’re sixty years old, grow the fuck up! But then I got to thinking… which ended up just ruining my night.

Why would someone get so pissed off at the fact that I openly talk about the FACT that most of the girls in this business are hookers? It’s true, isn’t it?! And, if anything, it would probably boost their clientele! And if these girls are so happy with the fact that they’re making so much money sucking cock off camera, why are you getting so pissed off at me for mentioning it? Personally, I believe it’s because, deep down inside, they’re ashamed. If you ask me, they should be. I’m not say that my job is a whole lot different, but I least I keep it business. I’m in the porn business… NOT in the escorting business. Overall, that’s just my opinion. What’s the opinion of one girl in an industry of hundreds gonna do?

So, after thinking a little to much in the middle of the club, I got a bit upset and told Craven that I was just done. I wanted to go home and go to bed. Being that we all rode in the limo, I had to call someone to pick me up. Who came to my rescue? Derrick Pierce and Phoenix Marie!!! I was so happy to see Phoenix in the passenger seat! These two are true friends. And, at this point, I was so upset that I just broke down in tears. So, we pulled over at Jerry’s Restaurant and talked over coffee and an ice cream sundae.

It all started with my yelling, “What the fuck did I ever do to get this reputation?”

Everyone is left stumped when I ask that. Nothing. I didn’t do anything! All these bitches that hate me would NEVER be able to approach me and say, “I don’t like you because…” because I didn’t do anything to anyone!!!

And this is where I got the pep talk from Derrick and Phoenix. Phoenix told me last night that someone actually asked her, “What are you gaining by being friends with Jayden?” Gaining? Really?! Since when are we supposed to GAIN something from a friendship. I grew up in a world where good friends are hard to come by, but they’re good to have around… especially when it comes times like these. All of these girls want something from everyone and everything. I just want good, supportive and loving friends. What are you gaining??? Are you fucking kidding me???

It went on to actually discussing the differences between the work I’ve done and the work that every other girl does. Number one… I don’t hook. One up right there. (And yes, I keep bringing it up. It’s absolutely disgusting to me.) Number two… I have NEVER performed any sexual favors to anyone in the industry in order to ‘gain’ something. Yes, I’ve DATED people in the biz… Dinners, movies, and, yes, sex. But, when you DATE, it just sort of happens! I’m not handing out blow jobs to the crew in exchange for a phony promise that I’ll get booked more. And I’m not sharing showers with male talent AFTER the scene and getting fucked… again. (Yes, VERY common on set!) I ignore all sexual advances completely, and I don’t fuck around with the talent until the cameras are rolling. I’m there to do a fucking job, not to be someone’s whore. And, in turn for trying to keep this business somewhat professional, I get labeled at the unfriendly bitch. Really?!?!?! Wow!!!!! But, at the same time, I’m still shooting 10 to 15 scenes a month, whereas most girls who have been around for 2 1/2 years work just a couple times a month.

I’ve managed to build a successful name and an image for myself without ever having to perform sexual favors.  I’ve gotten great exposure through MTV’s ‘True Life: I’m Addicted To Porn’, which, by the way, I used JUST for exposure. (It was all bullshit to me!) I do several hosting gigs and make several appearances every month. How many of these girls are getting flown across the country just to show up at a party for 2 hours and collect a pay check? (Well, some girls are getting a ‘luxury trip’ to London for two weeks at a time so they can hook out there! Once again, not really the life I’d opt for!) I’ve actually got a hosting gig involving one of the top sports in America, one of the biggest names in brands, and a big name celebrity! How many girls are asked to host an official UFC party for TapouT, alongside Joe Rogan, for some of the biggest named fighters in the US?! I’m NOT sucking anyone’s cock off camera and I get a lot more opportunities than all of these fucking hookers.

My biggest concern with last night was that I showed up to support this industry. It’s very true that the government is trying to come down on this industry and shut it down completely. I personally don’t think that most of the girls would really care. They’ve all got a clientele outside of this biz and, thanks to escorting, they could continue to pull in $20,000 a month even if we’re shut down. What about the ones like me? I don’t have another income. I’m trying to build a company and produce my own films and take advantage of a multi-billion dollar a year business. If we get shut down, I’m done. I don’t think that the other girls really care. I’m sure they do one some level because they wouldn’t feel like ‘celebrities’ anymore, but I don’t think it’s a passion to them like it is to me.

I’m moving on to the business side… I need this industry to stay alive so I can make a living for myself. When I show up at a party to support that, I don’t want to hear about fucking hookers! Two totally different things there!

Man, oh man!!! It’s not as bad as it’s probably going to sound, but I’ve been reading a lot of negative things lately and it SUCKS!!!

First off, on a positive note, I shot a music video yesterday for a band on the SubNoize record label, brokeNCYDE. I FUCKING LOVE THESE GUYS! I think the main reason I like them is because they piss people off! Yay!!! People like me!!! Hahaha. I was asked by one of my friends at the label to join the shoot, so I brought along my sister Alyssa and my girl friend Veena. There were about 8 other girls on the set, all of which were cute… but extremely camera shy! My thoughts: Why say yes to doing a music video if you’re going to hide from the camera??? Hey… more camera time for me! Me and my girls were right up next to the boys, dancing around and shaking our asses and having a good ol’ time!

Then… I came across an LA Times article about the shoot:

“If you thought Brokencyde’s reign of musical terror was so 2008, color yourself mistaken. The screamo crunk kids from New Mexico are just getting started with your children’s not-yet-discerning ears, and they aim to make 2009 their very own via multiple high profile Warped Tour dates, several new videos (some with porn stars!) and even a possible reality show.

Not familiar with the act?  That’s likely because you are over the age of 18 and currently not on crystal meth. Let us get you up to, ahem, speed.

Music writers nationwide were stunned last year … even shocked into confused adulation upon viewing a cringe-inducing video (“Freaxxx”) by a “screamo-crunk” band from Albuquerque known as Brokencyde (for more on the foursome, this piece is a must-read).

“Freaxxx,” which we are still unable to post due to lyrical content, united nearly every critic in the country who heard the tune as a probable harbinger of garage band-induced musical bile from the 14-24 set raised on a motley mélange of Lil Jon and Linkin Park.

Unsurprisingly, the band (to be fair, “band” is a bit of a misnomer in this case, as no discernible instruments are played by any member) could care less what others think.  “There’s always gonna be haters,” Michael Montgomery said Wednesday at a video shoot inside the Key Club. “We’re living the dream right now and could care less.”

 

By “living the dream,” we’re guessing Montgomery was referring to the shoot (a low-budget homage to theclip for Dr. Dre’s “Nothin’ But a G Thang,” we kid you not) for “Booty Call,” a forthcoming single off Brokencyde’s June debut full-length for Suburban Noize Records/Koch.

“People say we’re not serious, but this album is gonna show that we do have talent,” Montgomery said. He contributes backup screaming/vocals for the outfit, and spoke Wednesday between takes of what I thoughtmight become the best video of 2009 after I spied this casting call on Craglist, which promised “trained wolves on set” and women running around in their underwear.

How dare you tease us with dangerous wolves and not deliver, Brokencyde?

“That didn’t work out,” the band’s manager, Jared Daniel Baker, sheepishly said of the lack of anything resembling a member of the Canidae family at the video shoot.  Instead, Brokencyde coaxed porn stars to the set (bad trade, we say). 

Adult actress Jayden James and several other busty ladies sulked in various states of undress beneath the Sunset Boulevard venue’s stage around 5 p.m., all looking somewhat bored.  James admitted that she had heard of the band only recently and that she was more of a Tech N9ne fan.

Maybe James came down because she heard E-40 was on the track.  Amazingly, Brokencyde have persuaded the Bay Area rapper to appear on “Booty Call,” but E-40 proved as elusive as a gray wolf Wednesday and was nowhere to be found during that portion of filming, anyway.

And while we didn’t stick around long enough to see any women “run around in underwear for multiple hours,” as the video casting ad cooed, we did learn that Brokencyde is teaming up with possibly the only other band more despised by music critics (that would be Huntington Beach’s Millionaires, naturally) for a reality series pilot set to be pitched to MTV this month. 

The proposed show will follow both acts on one bus during the Vans 2009 Warped Tour (yes, both Millionaires and Brokencyde are on tap to play multiple dates this summer at the roving festival, despiteobjections from some and a recent smackdown courtesy of Senses Fail frontman Buddy Nielsen).”

– Charlie Amter

(http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/music_blog/2009/04/brokencyde-refuse-to-go-away-instead-entice-e40-to-rap-on-forthcoming-single-.html)

Wow! Harsh! My response on another forum:

“I showed just as a favor to my boys at SubNoize, as I said. I don’t understand why people are so critical. God, it seems its coming from every which direction lately! As if these people didn’t know that videos take DAYS to shoot. And the boys were only shooting their individual verses yesterday. E-40 was shooting his separately. Big deal. Seems as if the writer was more disappointed with him not being there. However, the skinny, 6’4″ scraggly fucker sure seemed interested in Miss JAMES, and proceeded to say, “I wish I could stay and watch you dance around in that dress a little, but I have to get back to the office…” Hahahaha. Dumbass!”

All in all, we had a great time! I liked the guys a lot and they liked me! Plus, we did a photo shoot for the cover and, if the pics are good enough… I’LL BE ON IT!!! Yay!!!

On to the next subject: The members of the Brazzers forum had a discussion about who they thought was the most underrated porn star. Someone said me. Some other jackass replied:

Yes, Jayden is good. But everyone knows Jayden is good. But……. Jayden is also a raging bitch on wheels. Those AVN awards are as much about politics in the business as they are about who’s actually the best. Jayden makes a lot of fans happy. She also pisses a lot of them off. She also pisses off a lot of co-stars, directors and producers. Her leaving is prima-facie evidence of her childishness. She didn’t get best new starlet so she’s quitting? Give me a fucking break. Some people don’t know when they have it so good. She’s a top demand, A list star who can get paid just to show up and hang out. Look at all the drama she tried to start with Rachel Starr dragging their old personal shit onto a porn forum to deliberately try to make Rachel lose fans. No sir, she’s not underrated. She’s the Terrel Owens of porn.

My reply:

I love when y’all THINK you know me.
I tried to ignore it, but I’ve gotta put it out there.
You’re right… I do what I can to please the fans and they’re usually happy. The only time I ‘piss them off’ is when they disrespect me. I put them in their place when needed. Regardless of a person’s job, they deserve respect.
As far as pissing off ‘co-stars, directors and producers’… Ha! I’m always nice to people on set. And, if I don’t know people, I usually keep quiet. Co-stars end up hating me because I say what others think: she gave a bad performance, her hygiene is horrible, etc. I’ve never been a bitch just to be a bitch. Yes, it’s in my blood, but I give everyone a chance! As for directors and producers… funny, cuz most of my friends in this biz are directors and producers. The ones that hate me are the ones that have tried to push me around (like they do the other girls) and (unlike the other girls) I stand up for myself. If the guy’s being a jackass, I tell him to fuck off. Bitchy? Maybe. But, once again, it’s about respect.
I am not leaving because I didn’t get the AVN. If that were the case, do you think I would’ve left WHEN I didn’t get it? I want to retire from performing because I’ve been around for 2 1/2 years and I’m tired! I actually have plans beyond fucking and I’m working really hard on these projects. Plus, (my number one reason) most of the girls (I’d say 90%) are escorts. They’re worse than the guys. They’re just dirty. Girls are doing guys outside the biz that aren’t tested, without condoms, because they were offered a couple hundred bucks, and that spread diseases! I don’t want to put myself in that position anymore. This industry is a bunch of fucking hookers trying to legitimize themselves by doing it on camera. (Now THAT would qualify as ‘pissing off co-stars.) 
So, what about those like me? I don’t escort. I don’t blow directors/producers. I actually want to take advantage of the business aspect of the industry and make some real money! Is it ‘bitchy’ of me to push myself to succeed and not let any of the assholes stand in my way? Maybe. But a good business woman is always considered a bitch. If that’s the reputation I get for standing up for myself and not being a whore, so be it.
And for those who want to go the whole “You fuck on camera for money, you ARE a whore’ route… Really?! Ever hear of a JOB? I show up, turn into a nympho for the camera, and go home. If you ever met me outside of a set, I’m in sweats with no makeup on. I don’t flaunt what I do. I have a good time, but it’s not about sex for me. I don’t drop my panties for anyone. I’ve been dating a guy for three weeks and still haven’t slept with him! What I do is a job, and it’s just that. I treat it as a job and not a party, like most. I make my money and get out. I’m not at lame porn parties, getting drunk, doing blow, hooking up in the bathroom and getting caught up in the drama like the rest. Bitchy?
And the whole Rachel thing. I’ll admit, I take it kinda far, but I really don’t like her. I’m not trying to hurt her career or mine or anything. I actually used to like her. She started dating my ex, we did a scene together, and she was nice. I was actually happy he was in good hands. But, when I hear that they split and she’s now escorting… Really?! You move in on my life and my man and take everything from me, and it turns out that you’re just another hooker?! THAT pisses me off. Yes, he’s at fault, too. I know. I don’t want him back. But I just don’t like hookers. (Once again, the number one reason I’m through with performing.)
Call me a fucking cunt, I really don’t care. Just know exactly what you’re referring to.

What the fuck ever. I’m over it.

Oh, and then I read a comment on another site that said something about me being on the MTV True Life show. It was something along the lines of, “It was sad because she couldn’t figure out why her parents weren’t proud of her porn career.” Are you serious?! First of all, if he would’ve paid ANY attention, when I asked my parents if they were proud of me, there was a HARD CUT to them just sitting there looking at me. HARD CUT people. Meaning there was some editing involved. If the taped would’ve just rolled on, you would’ve seen them jump to answer me and you would’ve heard them tell me that they are proud of ME. No, my career is not something my parents tell their friends about, but they are proud of the person I am. But, ‘normal people’ are not good for TV ratings.

Overall, I just don’t understand how fucking retarded some people are.

Ugh!!!

Hahahaha.

Busy, busy, busy! That seems to be my life lately. 

I actually got lucky and was busy HAVING FUN this weekend! Yay!!! I skipped out on the weekend in Dallas that my new man-friend invited me on. Instead, I headed home to spend time with my parents and my dad’s parents, who I hadn’t seen in about 3 years and were visiting from Oklahoma. I know, I know… I passed up a weekend with my man to see my grand parents… I guess I just didn’t feel like packing! That’s the good thing about going home: I bring a toothbrush and that’s about it! I borrow my sister’s clothes and lounge around all day. No one to impress and no one to judge me! I like it that way!

I drove up there on Friday, met my sister for a quick lunch and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon cuddling with my dog on my parents’ couch! Mom’s sofa is always more comfy then mine! My dad came home with his parents around 6pm, and from there we all headed out to meet my mom for dinner. She was just getting off of work, so we all met at the restaurant. After dinner, everyone was tired. We sat around for a little while, catching up on each others’ lives, then scattered to bed. Since my grandparents took the guest room, I snuggled up to my sis in her bed… with Karms (my pitbull) in between us! My little brother had a little league baseball game the next morning, so we ventured over to the park and witnessed their first loss of the season, 5 to 6. My brother, however, pitched a GREAT couple of innings. (In his league, they’re only allowed a certain number of pitches per game, so he got rotated to first base during the 4th inning.) It wasn’t until the other pitcher came in that the other team scored. My brother my only be 11 years old, but he’s 5’7″ and 160lbs… He’s a big kid and pitches very fast… Frankly, he scares the other kids!

After the game, my parents drove my grand parents to meet with my aunt, my dad’s sister, so that she could spend a night with them before they left. We said our goodbyes and they were off. During the down time, I took my brother to go see ‘Fast and Furious’ which we LOVED! We loved the original, but not the others, so this one was a good comeback! the family met for pizza soon afterwards and called it an early night.

My sister had Sunday off and was a little jealous that she couldn’t see the movie with us the day before, so, again, we ventured to the movie theatre (me, my sister and my brother) and saw ‘The Haunting in Connecticut’. I HATE scary movies and I usually won’t go see them, but, since it was daylight, I was brave. It was actually a good movie! And I even cried! (Maybe that was the PMS kicking in!) After the movie, I said goodbye to the family and took the two hour drive home, Karms passed out in the back seat! (She plays with my mom’s dogs all weekend and it wears her out!)

Today was a quick and easy day for me. My call time for Zero Tolerance was at 10am this morning to shoot for their upcoming ‘Internal Cumbustion 15′. I don’t normally do creampie movies, but I can’t say no to Danny Mountain! Yummy! The photos we took were gorgeous, and the scene was pretty good (we’ve done better… just an off day, I guess). We also talked about shooting an INTERACTIVE DVD soon. The director told me to call him as soon as I shoot my first anal scene just to make sure I can get through it, and he’ll sign me up! Afterwards, I met Ivan at Sascha’s studios to approve a set for my shoot tomorrow afternoon. What’s up, you ask? Well…

Jayden Jaymes, Phoenix Marie, Tory Lane, Carmella Bing and Kristina Rose… All girl… All ANAL… I hope! I’m new to it, so we’ll see how it goes! I’m excited!

I’m also due to shoot a music video on Wednesday for SubNoize’s group brokeNCYDE. Very exciting! Any kind of mainstream exposure is good for me. Plus, I’m friends with a lot of people with that label, so I’ll be amongst friends. 

Anyway, I’m really tired… and my dog is sitting here looking at me like, “Mom!!! I gotta go potty!!!”

Take care.

xoxo

Yesterday was quite the busy day for me! But, busy is good… busy is money in the bank!

I shot for Blue Bird Films for the first time and I loved them! I had heard of them, and my friend Derrick Pierce shoots for them all the time, so I was excited when they booked the scene with Danny Mountain, who, by the way, is fucking sexy and has a very nice dick! The only downside: I wasn’t fond of the makeup. I spent an hour and a half in the makeup chair and it didn’t look like I had any on! However… my face did look really dry because of all the powder! Whatever… everyone has a certain taste. What bothers me though is the comment, “This company wants a real natural look so people see you and not the makeup.” Thats totally cool, but I do have a few comments on that: (1) There’s a way to do glamour makeup that’s not too ‘porno’ and still look natural and (2) people know who I am… there’s a reason they spend money on my movies… they want to see Jayden Jaymes the porn star… it’s me, it’s what their used to and it’s what sells! It’s one thing to want the teeny-boppers or newbies to look natural because it gives it that innocent feel. But I’m not in either of those categories. Like I said, people like what they like. It looked okay… I didn’t complain… and the scene was fucking good! The first scene I ever did with Danny (for Hush Hush), I was so sore and just couldn’t take it! And, I think that maybe he had it out for me that day because I could barely walk afterwards. However, this time, he did me with a little more passion. Mmmmm! We fooled around a bit during the stills and really got into it, so we picked up where we left off when the cameras started rolling! Intense… yet passionate. Just how I like it.

Oh… and I get him again on Monday for Zero Tolerance! Yay!

Moving on. After my scene, I went home for 2 minutes to let my dog out to go potty. We went on a short walk and I was off again. I headed into Hollywood, right on Vine and Santa Monica to the Paramount music studios to meet with a new friend and his crew. A little backstory: I met this music producer (a friend of a friend) in Miami and we totally hit it off. Super nice guy! He lives and works here in LA and, apparently, he’s had 6 or 7 number one albums. Sorry, no names! Anyway, he invited me to the studio where they we putting the final touches on one of his artists albums… and I absolutely loved the song! It could be because I heard it 862 times while they pinpointed every little beat! Hahaha. No… it was good! And, since it was about poppin’ bottles, we did just that! My guy had his assistant run out and pick up a few bottle of Veuve Clicquot  (my favorite champagne!) and we drank. I had my girl friend Lynda come in to hang out since there were a bunch of people in there anyway, and she brought along Liz (who is the production manager for my ex’s porn studio). All of us got PAMPERED when he had mobile manicurists come in to give us all manicures and pedicures… while sipping on Veuve… Ahhhh, heaven!

Oh, and we also had a visit from little ol’ Aaron Carter! I know who he is just because I used to be a Backstreet Boys fan (YEARS ago, don’t laugh!) and his brother is in that band. Anyway, most of the guys I was with producer hip hop stuff, so they didn’t know who he was. But, we all clicked, listened to good music (yes, Aaron shared some new stuff with us!), danced around and enjoyed each other’s company. It was definitely a lot of fun.

And then I was invited to Dallas for a week with my guy, but had to turn it down! Damn it! Why do my grandparents, who I haven’t seen in 3 years, have to come in THIS weekend?!?! Geez! Hahaha. I do believe he will accompany me to New York next month, though. Yay! He spoils me… Hehehehe. Feels good!

I didn’t get to bed until about 1am, and woke up at 8 with a pounding headache… fuckin’ champagne!

I shot for a company that I’d never worked for today, JP Promotions, or something like that. It was actually very interesting and I had a great time! This company shoots foot/leg/stocking/etc. fetish stuff, so I wore a sexy bra/panty/garter belt set with some sexy black stocking that had a seam up the back of the leg… very hot! We shot about 30 minutes of tease footage which including me rubbing on my legs, playing with my feet, adjusting my stockings, etc. And then I did a masturbation scene for about 10 minutes. (Serious leg fetish stuff! Not really my niche, but it was fun.)

Afterwards, Phoenix told me that we need to start going to the gym… Ugh! But, when your close friend say something like that, you should go! lol. So, we met at 24 Hour Fitness at about 7:30. By about 8:45, we were DONE! So, of course, we head to the Cheesecake Factory! Yeah, yeah, we know… BAD! Yes, we ate the bread… but we ordered chicken salads! Then things kind of went sour when her tranny-fucker ex walked by outside the window. Phoenix lost her apatite, and I followed with the thought of a grown man actually enjoying a he/she fucking him in the ass! So, we pushed out food aside, paid the bill, and went for a stroll around the outdoor mall.

We said goodnight at around 10pm and went our separate ways… at least until tomorrow… MOVIE NIGHT!!! We’re thinking, ‘I Love You, Man’…

xoxo

J