Fayner Posts: I’ve always liked Justine. I interviewed her back in October 2001 when she was using the name Swan, and we’ve always gotten along pretty well if you ask me.
Then, back in April 2005, I visited Zupko’s Assylum set. DCypher, Justine’s boyfriend, was also there, and he was angry over the following story about him and Justine which was posted on www.pornogossip.com
Heard recently that some other porn gossip columnist who has a girlfriend in the business also pimps out his girl/girlfriend for bachelor parties with celebrities. It was also called to my attention that hoodwinking other girls into the situation was also their evil doing. Well I have one thing to say to all of this…
The moral of the story- Those that think they are literary mental giants had better make sure not to become the product of their own satirical jest unless they want to become the punch-line in their own bad novel.
For some reason, everyone thought at the time that I was running PornoGossip. I wasn’t. I had nothing to do with it. Nothing. Dcypher asked me who I thought was behind it and I told him. I wasn’t there. I didn’t even know the story until I read it that morning. I would never write something like this about a friend, and if I did I would use my real name.
Apparently, Justine doesn’t believe me. In Vegas this past January, Dcypher told me she wanted to spit on me. I saw her on the convention floor and she gave me the finger.
I don’t get it ’cause Dycpher knows it wasn’t me who wrote it, and I held back no information as to what I knew about who wrote it etc… But Justine won’t budge. When I saw her last night at the Shane’s World party, I waved and smiled. She gave me a dirty look and took off.
It’s obvious who wrote it. It wasn’t me. Maybe it was someone who was there in Vegas with them, someone who had it out for them.
Dycpher and I talked at Michael Raven’s party last month, both of us agreeing that drama has ruined our passion for writing porno news and gossip. I’ve done my hardest to end all of my wars with people these last couple of years, and I think I’ve done a fine job of it. I don’t want enemies. Especially ones that became enemies from no fault of mine.
I’d like to be able to say hello to Justine without thinking her knee is headed for my balls, ’cause I did nothing wrong and should not be hated for something I had nothing to do with.