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A Day in the Life: Alexis Texas
FROM SCANDALOUS COED TO VIDEO VIXEN, SHE’S A XXX SUPERSTAR
It’s nine in the morning, and most of Porn Valley is either on set or sleeping off last night’s alcohol/drug-fueled bender. But when I knock on the door of Alexis Texas’s California-style ranch house, she’s already up, albeit still groggy.
“Excuse us for the mess,” she warns. Stepping inside, I brace myself for the anticipated X-rated hellhole she cohabits with her fiancé, porn star/director Mr. Pete. But aside from the slept-on couch in the front room and the strong reek of stale weed, the space is surprisingly well kept. Apparently the girl’s got her standards.
“Usually I stay in bed on my days off until I’m like, ‘God, I’m really lazy. I really should get out of bed,’” Alexis says, “but I feel like you have to wake up early to get through your day so that you can have more downtime.”
Alexis has owned the house for a year and a half. Decorated with floral prints and family photos, it suggests a refuge from the gonzo/hard-core action Alexis has come to know since entering the business three years ago. Of course, there is that stripper pole in the middle of her kitchen.
Today Alexis has two errands on tap before taking off to Long Island on a feature dancing gig. One is a professional stop at the production offices of Elegant Angel; the other is more deeply personal.
There’s no rush, however, so Alexis can tend to her animals. Her two puggles, Suri and Drake, have barked at me nonstop since I arrived, so Alexis makes sure they get as much attention as I do while I’m here. Other than Mr. Pete’s child, who visits on the weekends, the puggles are as close to parenthood as Alexis has come. They follow us out to the koi pond built into her backyard patio.
Aside from the occasional film, Alexis performs on the road as a feature dancer from Wednesdays to Sundays, with Mondays and Tuesdays off. She prefers this schedule to the rigors of a protracted tour.
“I have a life here [in L.A.] and being on the road all the time can be really tiring and hard on a person. So I choose to get my sanity back for at least a few days when I can.”
That’s when she feeds her fish and considers getting a UV sterilizer to handle the algae in the summer months—domestic concerns unknown at the porn pad she shared with fellow Texans Rachel Starr and Rachel Roxx when she first came to L.A.
“Everybody thinks [porn stars] are all fucked up on drugs and we’re all partying every night,” she concedes. “I’m not gonna say that I’ve never done that, but I work so much that whenever I’m at home, it feels nice just to be here. And I’m getting older. So I kind of just got over it.”
As we reenter the house, Drake nips at my calf. Clearly displeased, Alexis spirits the troubled pup into another room, just as Mr. Pete, freshly out of bed, ambles by. He waves good-naturedly en route to the front room for a round of NBA Live on the Nintendo and a wake-and-bake session with Alexis’s couch surfing roadie.
Pete and Alexis have been engaged since May. But, Alexis admits, she’s been too busy for wedding plans. She knows she wants something small and intimate, family and a few close friends— and she doesn’t want it to cost a fortune.
So why him, I ask.
“I just knew that it was meant to be with him from the very beginning,” she explains. “We met on the set of Penny Flame’s house party for Shane’s World, and we just clicked instantly. We flirted back and forth for months and then, when the road was clear, we just went for it. It’s been wonderful ever since.”
Heading out the front door for Elegant Angel, Alexis suggests we stop for a Jamba Juice on our way. Cruising in Alexis’s Lexus IS 250, she tells me you can’t throw a rock in this neighborhood without hitting someone in the porn industry. Alexis clearly appreciates the acceptance she finds here.
The outside world and its judgments about her profession are another story. It’s just too easy to dismiss and ridicule porn stars. Early in her career, Alexis worried about revealing her true occupation to her family. Their acceptance came as a relief.
“I told my father first, and he was like, ‘If this is what you really wanna do, then I support you. I don’t agree with it, but I support you,’” she relates. “So that was a big thing for me—just them not being like, ‘Oh, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.’”
Awaiting her fortified smoothee at Jamba Juice, Alexis considers her roots. Prior to Los Angeles, the largest city Alexis ever lived in was San Marcos, Texas. There were only 206 kids in Alexis’s high school. Alexis misses small-town life dearly. One day she hopes to return, buy a house on Lake Travis near Austin and raise a family of her own.
When the producers of Shane’s World showed up three years ago in San Marcos recruiting for their College Amateur Tour series, she was tired of school and hungry for something new. “College was a waste of money,” she tells me.
As a result of her initial hardcore scene for Shane’s World, Alexis took plenty of local sniping from people now claiming to be her pal, and she hasn’t forgotten any of it. “My exboyfriend
was the worst. He was in a fraternity, so all of his friends were talking about my scene,” she gripes. “[Now] all of his little fraternity friends, the same ones who were talking shit, will call me and ask, ‘How do I get into the business? Do you think you can help me out?’ Absolutely not. Nobody wants to have sex with you.”
Having slurped her last, it’s time for business over at E.A. There’s a box of about 100 Buttwoman Returns DVDs waiting for her in the lobby. “They sell very well,” the receptionist
assures me, predicting she’ll move the entire box at her Long Island appearance.
Indisputably, Alexis’s booty has serious moneymaking superpowers, and the Texas transplant plans to capitalize on it with her own company (Alexis Texas Entertainment) and Web site (AlexisTexas.com). “The industry is going more personalized. A lot of girls are branching off and doing their own sites, toys, all kinds of stuff. So we’re trying to get more of a reality-type feel. People wanna know the real Alexis Texas, and they wanna see what you’re doing. So I use my house a lot.We shot Mike Stefano helping me move into my house—that kind of thing.”
Finally, we drive out to Sherman Oaks Park. The Ft. Hood massacre had taken place a week earlier, hitting Alexis, an Air Force brat with a younger brother in the Army, right where she lives. There’s a war memorial here, as good a place as any to lay a bouquet of flowers as a show of respect.
For most of her life, Alexis herself expected to enlist as so many of her friends have. She got used to the benefits—from cheap lodging to subsidized health care—that Armed Forces personnel and their relations enjoy. But she holds the military’s leadership under deep suspicion.
She and Mr. Pete recently returned from attending the Hot D’or awards in Paris. Both noticed telling differences between European and American coverage of world events. “We were hearing all of this stuff about the Afghanistan election that you won’t hear [in the U.S. media]. They don’t sugarcoat nothing,” she reports. “I mean, we’re adults. We elect people to go into office to make all of our choices, and you’re going to limit our choices [by controlling] what we’re allowed to know?”
Returning to her place, her interest in world news takes a backseat as she flicks on E! Entertainment’s 10 Hottest Celebrity Beach Bodies. It’ll do until General Hospital comes on, she says. Mr. Pete pops in to chill as Alexis texts on her iPhone. She gets a call: Does she want the cover of SHOW Magazine? Well, of course. Taschen Books just placed Alexis’s ass on the front of its release, The Big Butt Book, so why not?
Rush hour’s coming, and it’s time to hit the freeway. Alexis sees me out. It’s her last chance to lose it and show me she’s a nutjob after all. But she blows it by thanking me for my time.
“[Porn] didn’t change who I am as a person,” she had told me earlier. “It’s just something that I chose to do. It doesn’t define me. I’m still a normal person. I still go to sleep every night. I still cook dinner. I still do all those normal things, and people don’t understand that.” That’s why she occasionally tells fans to pinch her. Otherwise they won’t get that she’s, you know, real.
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