For a few hours last week, I was the King of Porn.
As I walked around the Adult Entertainment Expo, porn industry members took my picture. Starlets posed with me, holding me tightly. Some of them caressed my shoulders and ran their fingers through my hair. Several girls gave me their personal phone numbers (although I think they only gave me their stage names).
I don't think I drew all this attention because I am an aging columnist, and I'm no hunk.
But (hunka hunka) on Thursday I was the King.
I was wearing an Elvis costume. Best $100 I ever spent....
I bet there'd be hundreds of Elvi in the next Las Vegas Porn Convention.
It's good to be the king, you know.
