This mofo is about ten minutes from being committed to a psych ward. I don't care because he is too precious. A rare breed in porn - a muscle-head who's over six feet tall and likes to get plowed every which way but none. And his accent is simply the best. I had the absolute pleasure of watching him on Falcon TV with Matthew Rush, and Matthew asked him if he used to be a bouncer; Erik replied, "I was ayasked to be a byounsuh." I knew this big tall drink of mental instability would be my favorite gay porn star. I don't even have to see him have sex - just show up BTS and I'm happy. So my first post at Porn Biatch is dedicated to Erik Fuckin' Rhodes. Enjoy him in all his pimp and cigar goodness above. Oh, and get this motherfucker a Paxil quick.
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This was the first post I ever wrote on this blog. I wrote this at 21-years-old, in October of 2006. When I resurrected my blog, I put all my old posts in draft. I am un-drafting this post because when I wrote this, Erik was my favorite gay porn star. I truly adored him. I would write comments on his blog, not giving him life advice like many of the comments, but I'd ask silly stuff like "Have you found yourself yet?" On his blog, Erik was brutally honest and forthcoming with his feelings about the industry he worked in. He talked about his deep depression, dying young, drugs, jail stints, escorting, his violent nature and failed love life. I LOVED that about him. He gave it to us raw, and people, however judgmental, respected his honesty.
I know he is finally at peace; he is somewhere where he can get high as a kite and as big and muscular as he wants, with no consequences. He's madly in love and smiling and telling tales about his adventures here on Earth. We may think he lived a tragic life because his hard living may have ultimately killed him, but he lived on his own terms, and even if those terms made him unhappy, he owned up to it and never apologized. I have no judgments and I accept the life he lead (not that it matters). I thank him for the beautiful art he leaves behind, and I hope wherever he is now, there is an abundance of emo music, fists and drugs. Rest in peace, James.