I’ve been on the cover and in the pages of one of the leading gay porn mag’s around, and if you’ve picked up the latest issue of UNZIPPED you’ll notice that I’m still around!
In the interview I talk about all the projects I’m up to now, including my reality show EDDIE STONE: MAKE ME A PORN STAR, my gig as Morning Show Host on the World’s First Commercial Queer Radio Station 103.9 PROUD FM (www.proudfm.com) and life in Toronto!
So, if you pass a newsstand, pick up a copy and enjoy!!
So, I’m in Montreal with Shaun, he’s just completed the PWA Friends For Life Bike Rally, and I’m off to have brunch with my mom. I thought a daytime meal out on a patio in the sunshine would help lend some levity to the situation. Of course, I met her at her’s and we walked down to a little brunch spot around the corner.
We chatted and laughed and when we got about half way through the meal (I didn’t want to save it for the end because if things went poorly I didn’t want to end on that note) when I said,
Me: “So have you been on the PROUD website lately?” (knowing full well that a link to the OUTLOOKS article that outs me as a porn star appears on my show page.
Mom: “Yesterday.”
Of course that doesn’t mean she saw or even read the article, she could just have been listening to the station online.
Me: “Have you seen the article on me and Shaun in OUTLOOKS?”
Mom: “No. What’s that?”
Shit. I thought if at least she had read the large print in the article she would already know and this would just be a formality.
Me: “Oh, well, it’s this great article in a nationwide magazine talking about me and Shaun and the radio and our pasts…”
I take a gulp of coffee
Me: “…and what makes us interesting as a couple.”
Mom: “That’s nice I’d love to read it!”
Me: “Ya. It’s a great article.” I had hit a dead end so I tried another tactic. “Oh, and I pitched a reality show idea to OUTtv and they loved it. We start filming this fall!”
Mom: “What? You never told me about a reality show! What’s it about?”
Here we are ladies and gentlemen, this is it, there was no going back now!
Me: “Well, it’s a reality show where contestants compete to become the next big porn star… and I’m the host.”
I paused here, hoping somehow the pieces would come together by themselves. They didn’t… It’s easier in my family when the pieces DO come together by themselves because we just don’t talk about things like this. We just don’t.
Mom: “Because of the radio, you’re going to host?”
I took a deep breath and said
Me: “No, because when I was in L.A. I became a pretty well known name as an adult performer.”
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There was a moment when I wasn’t sure she had heard, or understood. It was only a second or two, but it felt like forever. Her face did not change, but there was something in her eye that said ‘So, that’s what was going on in L.A., so many questions answered.’
I wasn’t ready for what she asked next, although it’s all I ever needed to hear.
Mom: “When do you start filming?”
As the temperature goes up and the days count down, you can literally feel the excitement building in the air. Walking down the street, new faces and foreign tongues meet your ears (if you’re lucky) and rainbow flags adorn every store window. The parade, the dyke march, the parties, the stages, the tents… where do I fit in? Where do I begin?
As a porn star the answer was easy, hop on a float, strip down to a pair of sequined hot pants, drop an E and GO!
But this year as my alter ego self, and on-air at the world’s first and only commercial gay & lesbian radio station as their Mid-day Host, I’m treading on new territory here people. I’ve got hosting gigs to do, big hosting gigs.
How did I get here? Last year at this time I was still a newbie to PROUD FM (proudfm.com). I was just squeaking out a weekly Saturday afternoon show. Polishing my technique and happy to be on air.
Now? I’m hosting the Saturday night Wellesley stage introducing none other than Deborah Cox!! Usually when I’m on stage in front of that many people, I’m stripping. This time, I have to use my words. What do you say to a crowd of hundreds as they wait impatiently for the dance diva to take the stage?
God, I can’t count the number of dance floors I’ve torn up in a cracked out frenzy, arms in the air, sweat pouring down my naked back to the wailing voice of Ms. Cox.
Should I back down from this new challenge? Should I step aside and let someone more experienced take over? Do I measure me by what they think?
ABSOLUTELY NOT!
HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!!