Reviews for Making It Big : Sex Stars, Porn Films and Me

The average rating for Making It Big : Sex Stars, Porn Films and Me based on 2 reviews is 3.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2007-10-03 00:00:00 Paul O'Keefe 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.

Review # 2 was written on 2012-10-14 00:00:00 Karl Radtke 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.