I’m originally from a small town in PA called Danville where, for the most part, I pretty much grew up in. Always wanted to move to New York City but was never the type that was going to get three jobs waiting tables just to say I live here. So begins my story…Went to college, dropped out, decided on writing/filmmaking as a career and proceeded to watch/read everything I could get my hands on. Within a few years, I opted to go back to school for a degree in English Lit, if not for anything, so I could avoid the real world a little longer and have a get out of jail free card from Danville when I needed it. Graduation came and decided it was time to move to the city. Was in the works to move to Astoria w/ two friends but a month in, they both bailed and I was stuck in Folsom w/ no release in sight. I took nine months off from working at that time and lived off graduation money so I could teach myself filmmaking. Bought a high-end video camera, a Mac, copped a pirated copy of Final Cut Pro and put friends to work. We made about 25-26 short films of varying format—free form to scripted and the vast majority were comedy based. When the cash flow dried up, I got work cooking at different restaurants in the area. This was the time when I did most of my traveling, including China and South Africa (see pics). When the globetrotting came to a halt, it was time to get a real job. Got hired at a local newspaper as a reporter/photojournalist. It started out as a decent enough gig. I was writing and getting paid to do so. But my maverick ways didn't sit well w/ my douchebag editor. I left that job after a year to begin freelance writing for a larger local newspaper. Now, freelance writing is great. You get to sleep in, file stories and photos through email, but it pays shit. Especially in a small town. I began looking for alternate, higher paying gigs in the interim. So I got creative in my freelance search. I’ve always been a fan of porn (and not necessarily for obvious reasons). Its taboo nature and my inherent curiosity of human psychology (i.e. - what motivates people to participate in something such as pornography) peaked my interest long ago. Nevertheless, it fascinates me to no end. I made friends w/ a spectacular erotic photographer named Holly Randall. We became friends and one day talking on the phone I asked her if there were any freelance opportunities for writers looking to cover the jizz biz. She tossed me a few publications and said to drop her name. I did and they bit. One in particular, FOX magazine, said that they accept both freelance interviews and DVD reviews. I contacted a few porn chicks, interviewed them, wrote it up and sent the ****ers in. Thirty minutes later the Editorial Director responded, saying that my writing was exactly what he was looking for — well written, industry savvy, dirty and funny as hell. The magazine had a sense of humor about itself and being a comedian by nature and a satirist by trade, it was a fine fit for me. He bought the pieces and kept me as a freelancer. Around that time, I decided to go backpacking around Europe for a month, hitting up Germany, Luxembourg, France, The Netherlands and Belgium. Being your own boss affords you these opportunities. I told the guy at FOX what I was doing and asked him not to forget about me. He said to just get back to him when I returned. Fast forward a month later. When such a monumental trip as backpacking around Europe ends and you have to go home, certain imperfections in your life present themselves. I needed out of Danville...bad. I took a shot in the dark, asking FOX's Ed. Director if there was something on staff, anything just to get me paroled from this shithole. To my extreme surprise, he informed me that his Editor-in-Chief was leaving in December and I’d be the perfect solution to his problem. Evidently he hated doing interviews. Within a couple weeks I was sitting in front of him and the publisher. In ten minutes I was offered a job. Welcome to New York. I spent a year peddling smut, attending the porn awards in Vegas and walking the red carpet; met lots of clothed people who I’d only had seen naked, ****ing on film; explored and rejoiced that I was now living in the city which I’d always wanted to reside and generally having the time of my life. Until this commonality happened: downsizing. It's a ****. Trust me. Actually, the **** of it was the publishers ran the mag into the ground and ****ed a good man out of a job. So here I am, back freelancing for the time being and looking for something better. Coughlin's Law: "Anything else is always something better." Agreed...
That being said, I'm probably one of the funniest, most outgoing and easiest people to talk to you'll ever meet. There's nothing I enjoy more than sitting down for a couple drinks and a few laughs. I am obsessed with travel (if you haven't already picked up on that). Experience is the key to understanding this life.
INTERESTS: art gallery openings, jazz clubs, riding my bike/walking my dog in central park, dining out, bars/lounges, wandering the city aimlessly, riding the subway and the many other things this tremendously diverse city offers.
TURN ONS: sense of humor (gotta have it to keep up with me), eye contact, genuine people, jazz, Woody Allen, David Mamet, foreign films, old James Bond flicks, searing wit, tremendous and sonorous words, Henry Miller, Bukowski, open mindedness, satire, intellectual conversation, artistic talent...did I mention sense of humor?
TURN OFFS: pretension, superficiality, flakyness, confusing the use of "your" with "you're," thinking the word "ignorant" is synonymous with the word "rude," individuality through conformity, turning your back on love, conceitedness, manipulators, game players...

like to laugh? look no further -> http://www.youtube.com/user/conartistfilms http://www.youtube.com/user/jvegas6

"Travel is fatal to bigotry, prejudice and narrow-mindedness. Broad, wholesome, and charitable views cannot be acquired by vegetating in one tiny corner of the globe." —Mark Twain

I'm up for anything and everything. Bungee jumping? Skinny skiing? Going to a bull fight on acid? You'll have to find out...but dinner and/or drinks always facilitate communication. Perhaps we begin there before looking for the nearest bridge or mountain ; )

Female
Age between 21 and 36
Live in United States
Live within 75 miles.