Savana Switzer AEE Blog: Part One
Of Jesse Jane, Clumsy Interviews and Condom Compacts
Resident toy reviewer Savana Switzer made her first trip to Vegas for the AEE. I turned her lose on the floor and even gave her the mike to interview a few hotties. I know she would love to hear your feedback so send it on in y’all. Rog
For the past several months, the only agenda I’ve had is to get to the AVN. At first, it didn’t seem like there would be a snowball’s chance in Hades of it happening–despite working three jobs, I barely make ends meet most weeks, and I can’t even pretend that my money is going to cool things, like the new “Babysitters” DVD. No, every Franklin that comes into my palm is promptly shucked right back out to the Man. However, Fate has a funny way of working things out. Thanks to some finagling (and a ridiculous work-load courtesy of the retail holiday hell season) I managed to save up enough to justify actually going. As an added bonus, I convinced two of my best girlfriends (and sometimes make-out partners) to come with me for a week of debauchery in Sin City.
Within 24 hours of arriving, I had met up with Rog who insisted that I spearhead an interview with Jesse Jane. I’m a Jesse Jane fan and have been since Contract Star came out several years ago, but felt woefully inept at asking one of the most beautiful and desirable women in the biz for any kind of dish. I was so nervous, in fact, that in the process of trying to get close enough to interview her, I knocked over the chair holding my tote bag, which of course happened to contain my computer. This was to the amusement of both my subject and my boss, while I felt nothing but mortification. After all, I have been a dancer for over a decade, and that encompasses employing a cool amount of poise and grace, two things that went completely out the window when I sat across from the woman heralded as “the next Janine.” Fortunately for me (or was it unfortunately?) Jesse was nothing but gentle.
After talking with Jesse about life, porn and the possibility of teaching anxious young things like myself the language of lesbian love, I decided to peruse the trade show in the hopes of networking with some toy manufacturers for a free sample. Not surprisingly, I hadn’t thought to bring any of my toys with me, counting instead on a steamy hook-up with Aurora Snow that would put that other POV to shame. Although a number of products caught my eye, my inner gadget girl fell in love with Four Seasons, an Australian adult novelty company that perfected the art of discretion with a handy compact the ideal size to fit half a dozen condoms. It represents the easiest way for college co-eds to keep the necessary hot tools for safe sex. And Laurence, with a Sydney-sweet accent, wasn’t half-bad to spend time with, either.
Between my Jesse Jane interviews and my souvenir condom case, the first day of AVN kicked off with a muted but promising flair. Still, the real challenge will come when I have to get up close and personal with my biggest porn crush, Aurora Snow, who may or may not agree to get naked with me personally at a later date. Stay tuned, sports’ fans, stay tuned.
