Origins of Our Species
by (Just) Steve
[Ah, Risque Origins. What a topic, and one we approach quite carefully in some situations, just so you know.]
I guess D.Minion ran across some old pictures of the very first member’s party the Risqué gang held in Las Vegas, and to show you how jaded they’ve all become, nobody could remember much about it. [Hey, we can’t remember what’s in the storage room, and we have a couple of databases detailing the contents, and we’re in there every day. Be nice to old people, there, Mr. Use a Dog House for a Chicken Coop.] Since Lon and I were the only members able to attend (actually, we might have been the only members period way back then) she and Lucky figured the experience must have been seared into both our minds and we’d be able to supply a blow by blow account of the entire evening. Now, I’m quite sure I haven’t attended so many porn functions as a Risqué insider that I’ve become jaded, too. More likely it’s just advancing age that’s clouded my memories. But here are the few tidbits I can be reasonably sure happened that night. [For what it’s worth, I’ve been hanging around with porn stars for twenty years, and “reasonably sure” represents the highest standard one can hope for, actually. It gets distracting. When you literally have clothing older than some women making sex movies for a living, well, you try not to think about it. Ah, Risque Origins … ]
