Last night I decided to get a somewhat spur-of-the-moment tattoo. I have been in a bit of a funk and some quality time with my good friend Grant Cobb at Spotlight Tattoo, and some new pretty ink on my arm was just what I needed to cheer me up. I went in there and wasn’t really sure what to get – I just knew I wanted to fill up a certain space in my arm. I looked through some books and decided on an anchor with a sinking ship in the middle. It’s just a cool traditional piece – with fun colors, and maybe some significance to my life that I don’t feel like getting into. This is xoxojoannaangel.com – not a fucking episode of LA Ink!!! On this blog, we don’t talk about the meaning of tattoos. We just show them off. Got that?
Well in any case, here is another reminder to come out to see me this weekend (and by weekend I mean Thursday, Friday and Saturday) in San Francisco at The Crazy Horse. It’s a really fun strip club – and the only place where they allow me to get like…really dirty on stage. I can stick things in my butt and stuff. Seriously! So you for sure don’t want to miss this one – or else you might get stuck watching me dance another time in the Midwest where I have to wear pasties and a thong on stage, and I’m barely allowed to penetrate my belly button.
Well, last night I did an interesting photo shoot with a photographer named Carter Smith. He has a photography book out called “Phonebook” – which is an entire book of cell phone pictures and text messages. He’s a professional photo dude, who used to use a “real” camera…but he found something artistic and shit in cell phone pictures, and now that’s just what he does. It felt quite strange to get all dolled-up and take photos in front of a dude using a cell phone.
Speaking of phone books, I returned from Vegas with one on my doorstep. Why the hell do they even keep making those things? It really seems like a big waste of paper at this point. I feel guilty throwing it out, but I have no need for it and I don’t want to put it anywhere…so, it’s still on my doorstep. I hope someone who has a need for a phone book comes and takes it away from me. It’s stressing me out!
Anyways – here was one of the photos from the shoot. I’m on a balcony, overlooking Los Angeles with a butt plug in my ass. It is the only way anyone should ever look at a view of LA!!!
On BurningAngel we celebrate a few holidays. Halloween, Christmas, and Valentine’s Day. We ignore all the other ones. There are too many holidays and I can’t make pornos in honor of every single one. So if you are waiting for a St. Patrick’s Day porno, or a Thanksgiving porno, you will have to look elsewhere. I apologize!
So for my holiday video this year, I decided to switch things up a bit and celebrate Hanukkah instead of Christmas. People ask me to make a Hanukkah video all the time, and unfortunately, it was always difficult for me to think of any way to make Hanukkah arousing at all. Judaism is also kinda sensitive for me, since I grew up religious and shit – I don’t exactly want to think about my family, or any family traditions, while I do porn. I gotta draw the line somewhere!
However, sometime last week it dawned on me to do a gang-bang in honor of Hanukkah – since Hanukkah is 8 days, I banged 8 dudes. More dudes than I have ever banged in a scene before! Well actually – it was 7 dudes, and James Deen shot the scene, and got a little bit of a blowjob. I think that still counts as 8. Everyone wore blue and white…because, those are uh, Hanukkah colors.
It was an amazing scene. Getting ravaged by so many dudes is such a crazy feeling. I don’t even really know how to describe it. It’s such an insane feeling to be doggy on a couch, with a cock in your mouth, and just have no idea who is fucking you from behind, with a different cock fucking you every few minutes. I played my own little game of “Guess that penis” and 9 times out of 10, I was right. I was DP’d for, like, 25 minutes straight, and all the dudes in the scene (most of which were porn veterans) applauded me on how incredibly well I could “take it”. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but hell, I was proud of myself. It’s a great compliment to hear from porno prodigies like John Stong, Mark Wood or Mick Blue that I’m a great “performer.” I don’t like using the word performer for a porn star so much – because it implies that you are faking it, which I don’t…however, when you’re in the middle of a gang-bang on camera, you’re not just having sex – you really are performing. You have to think about so many different things – and get off at the same time. You have to swallow cocks, and stay in place. You have to keep your hands and your face in the right place so the camera doesn’t just see a bunch of dudes. You have to attend to every guy so they stay aroused, but not overdue it to any one person. It’s so hard for me to explain…but it really was an incredible feeling in the end. I didn’t feel like everyone’s filthy whore; I felt like all these cocks were my gifts, meant to service me.
I don’t do these types of scenes often, I probably won’t do one again for a while…but it was an incredible experience. What can I say?! I was born to get gangbanged.
Here’s some photos from the day (some of these pictures were courtesy of James Deen’s blog):
Yesterday, Asphyxia did a ridiculously hot lesbian scene with a brand new BurningAngel girl named Dee. Check her out … She’s beautiful!!! They had great chemistry and they ate each other’s pussies and came on each other’s faces. It was hot.
It got me all riled up…so I had a handsome gentleman finger my butt hole later that night. Well, he did other things to my butt hole too . But you know , every once in a while…I have to have some kind of sex you guys can’t see. Alright!!!
So here’s a finger in my butt . Use your imagination to figure out the rest.
Have a good weekend!!!
Her birthday present was me dressing up like a teacher, stripping on stage and shoving a butt plug in my ass (butt plug provided by SHAG BROOKLYN!). I mean , Macy’s was out of the Martha Stewart linen collection, so this was the next nest thing . BurningAngel newbie Aria Rae celebrated with us as well!
I stayed out till the bar closed, which was around 5am…Then went out to breakfast with DJ Jess and Jessie, Aria Rae and some other random drunk folk from the party. Only in NYC do I take cabs home from parties while the sun is rising. Looking at dusk while I ride over the Williamsburg Bridge, smelling like French toast and vodka; it’s one of the best feelings in the world.
Ahhh. New York!