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The sign at the front of the line reads “You Must Be This Brave to Ride This Ride.”

You’ve stumbled onto the blog of Bryn Pryor, also known to the world at large as Eli Cross.

I’m a producer/director still struggling with mainstream success while entering my 21st year in the adult industry (porn, ya’all), an arena I’ve been pretty successful in. I’ve also directed real movies, music videos and television shows.

I’m freshly out of an 8-year relationship, and trying to remember how “dating” works. If you’re hot, filthy, brave and biologically female, drop me a line.

I’m incredibly immature in some ways, and very much an adult in others. I still get together to play RPGs with friends, and have an office full of toys and action figures.

I am geekier than you. Hardcore. An Ur-Geek, but I can dress to pass.

I don’t believe in monogamy, and am an unapologetic pervert.

I still use capital letters in e-mail.

I cry a lot at movies, but mostly ’cause they suck.

I have a 20-year-old dog.

I have no interest in sports.

I have an infinite attention span. No, seriously, like thousand-yard-stare attention span.

If you’re short on time or attention span yourself, here are the Cliffs notes. I am, in turns, fiercely intelligent, cynical, cutting, dark, bitter, and funny… outgoing, hopeful, artistic, supportive and kind… entertaining, literate, educated, pedantic, charming and egregiously offensive.

I’m… complex. Dirty. Fearless.

I’m still making dirty movies to pay the bills; dirty movies that look and feel like real movies for a fraction of the cost. In the interim, I’m putting together a horror movie to shoot later this year, and a steampunk short.

I’m also writing a comic book, producing an independent feature film, starting an adult web company, and doing continuous renovation & construction on my 20,000 sq. ft. warehouse/loft/dungeon/studio in downtown L.A.

I do a geek-talk podcast with my friend Rob Burnett. You can find the info on my links page.

I occasionally forget that my life is kind of amazing. Sometimes it’s just too salty to savor.