What you’re witnessing right here and now is the very beginning of a new Brent Corrigan era. I’ve learned my lesson, and I’m not keen on making those same mistakes twice. We’re doing this renegade style. I’m broke, tired, and famished. Famished for success that is.

I’ve pulled all of my resources. Friends with dedicated servers, fans who are webmasters who have become fast friends, supportive lovers, artists, video editors, and even models willing to help Brent catch the break many believe is long overdue.

We’re doing this a little differently than what I had planned and anticipated.

Then again, boys and girls, when, pray tell, have things ever gone according to plan?

The wonder of life is simply that it can be very unpredictably enjoyable sometimes.

You know? The way things stand as they are . . . I don’t feel any different about where I’m going and what I’m going to accomplish, or even about where I’ve been. I’ve said it before and I believe even more now: my experiences, good and bad, in the past have made me into what I am today.

Take it or leave. I’m starting to accept that in many ways, I’m the boy they just love to hate. But hey, as twisted as it is, loathing someone (or loving to hate someone) is a form of admiration and certainly a form of flattery to me.

I think maybe my decision to avoid being the cardboard cut out porn star you meet walking down Santa Monica Blvd has certainly affected the way people see me, or choose to see me in their twisted idea of logic. I’ve strived so hard this past few years to possess traits that in some way I see are important in today’s society. Go against the grain. Stand out. Be creative. Lose yourself from the beaten path. If you’re going to do it, do it well. Be appreciative. Help others, even if it means operating within limited means. Know your politics and spread your knowledge. Make mistakes. Understand that no one is perfect. Striving for perfection is tiresome and in the end impossible because perfection is a relative idea for each individual. We all have weaknesses. We all have our shortcomings.

Any more, however, it’s no longer just about the being a porn star. As a (younger) boy growing up I always hoped that I would live my life in phases. Who wants to look back on their life and admit they did it all by the book? That might be someone else’s idea of happiness but it just couldn’t work for me. It’s pretty safe to say I’ve had a fairly difficult time following the intangible text book of life.

The point I am struggling to make here is that I feel like I have so much more to me beyond the world of porno. Don’t worry, I have no inclination what so ever of leaving it all behind here and now. What I’m saying is: I want to be more than that. At the end of the day, I want Brent Corrigan to be nearly indefinable. In a league of my own.

And hey, didn’t they always say that if you shoot for the moon and miss, you land among the stars anyway?

Actually, that was a joke. But it makes a good point. I’ve never heard it been said in a more simple fashion. It’s like those marathons people bust themselves for. You know? The Ironman: 3 mile swim, followed by 112 miles on bike, and another 26 miles on foot . . Just because I place 450 out of 600 people doesn’t mean I didn’t win. It doesn’t mean I didn’t accomplish anything. There are few people in this world strong enough to even finish the Ironman.

Besides, as far as I’m concerned, I’m still in the race and it’s only just begun.

Sure, there are a few ahead of me. The bigger guys. The ones who have been running marathons for years, some like 40 years even! But then there are the popular ones, you know . . . the Lance Armstrong’s (sorry to mix the Tour de France on you with The Ironman, but I’m trying to make this work so try to stay with me). The Lance Armstrong’s are the popular ones. The poster boys (maybe the Sean Cody’s and the Corbin Fisher’s) of the industry that everyone knows a little bit about.

But see, I’m a little different. I’m the long shot. The little guy. This is my first (maybe second because you might consider that I ‘spun out’ on my first attempt) real chance to win this race. I’m not even genetically designed for something like this. But I have my qualities – I have my strengths.

Now, in this Ironman competition, there are many fakes. There are many cheaters. There are many competitors that use the sport to push others down in life. For some of the opponents, hurting others and stamping out the competition has become a perverse fetish. Believe me, I’ve had my fair chance to experience first hand that type of opponent.

What they don’t realize is . . . I’m more like a superhero than you’d think. The more they knock me down and the harder they hit me the stronger I grow back. The bigger my dick gets. The better I take it on camera. The harder their blows go the more I lust for success. They don’t realize this but you can only fuck someone around so long before the experiences of being screwed around in the past resurrect. Experience is what make the old, wise.

Experience is what I’ve got more of now, than I’ve ever had before. And if this phenomenon continues, next year I’ll be singin the same tune.

What’s great about this new project is really what Grant and I already know. Things we’ve learned through experience this last year that originally we did not enjoy the luxury of. By now, Grant and I have pretty well recognized our strengths and our weaknesses. Even if things didn’t work out the first time, now we know from experience what business requirements to uphold, who to steer clear of, and a whole mess of knowledge concerning the production of an adult nature.

I just feel like I’ve got so much to say. I’m so out of practice! I fear that my rambling tendencies have only grown worse with this little break.

Look. Enjoy the new place. Take a look around. We’re home! I know it’s going to take some getting used to, but this place is new. I can’t promise you we’ve managed to check our ‘baggage’ at the door, but I can make a few other promises.

In a desperate stroke, Grant and I have managed to shed The Dictator. The Emperor? There just doesn’t seem to be a fitting word . . .

Really what I’m trying to say here is things are going to be very different. Don’t you just love those words?! How could such a simple sentence bring such joy?

Such liberation. Such independence.

To be able to write again and say anything! And Everything! To be able to write about things that I know I’ll regret one day . . . It’s just not the same not being able to take every chance to put my foot in my mouth . . . or be misquoted and misunderstood (or misconstrued even!).

I’ve got the freedom of the blog back. I’m really pushing hard to include more comprehensive areas here for each entry. Already with this initial launch we have the option of poll questions for each blog post.

I want to continue with Ask Brent. Except this time, it’s Ask Brent 2.0.

2.0 – yes. Video Brent. Brent Cam. You ask a question, I go on video and I talk to you and spill my guts. However, since a friend has graciously lent us the use of his dedicated server, the amount of free video and it’s nature will be determined by this fact.

Ask Brent 2.0, of course, is not to be mixed up with the proposed Brent Corrigan Podcast. We all know that’s long overdue and completely within our technological grasp.

We’re going to have a comprehensive calendar that will outline my latest plans and appearances. Also, there will be a place where inquiring minds may make appearance suggestions and even open up communication with me to see about inviting me for possible events, etc.

The long awaited online store is slow in development. The hold up there is the age old issue of money. Unfortunately, like most things today, it will take a little seed money to develop items that people might actually find themselves buying. Most of the editions to the new home will have to come piece by piece. After all, Grant and I are just one little (lower) middle class American family trying to get by like every body else. Our hobbies and interests tend me be a little different (certainly not uncommon based on the number of guests Grant and I hosted at the last place ).

One of the messages I want to send with this new endeavor is the message of safe sex. I’m looking forward to finding fun, informative ways of showing the younger generations why and how to use condoms. The lack of information and effective ways of sending these messages to younger individuals today is almost astonishing to me.

One of the sections I’d like to include here is a place for reviews. The best way to make others REALLY dislike you is to review their work and be honest about it. So! I’d just leave that to the ones who probably know best: the people BUYING. I would love to take on viewers and regular fans of the industry and hear what they have to say about the other work out there. I’m always looking for new material to watch but I can’t help but feel like there are few source reviews out that aren’t paid off or completely slanted in their opinions. Of course, this will take porn aficionados with skill in writing and a general review understanding.

Here, you’ll get it all. Just be advised, from here on out, you have absolutely no reason to continue your regular visits to BrentCorriganOnline.com. I wash my hands of that filthy failure, and I beg the same of you. I want to prove to the thieves that BrentCorriganOnline.com is nothing without Brent Corrigan. I want to see the traffic on that website plummet to the depths of hell and never return. I can accomplish that with the help of you.

Everything BrentCorriganOnline.com wasn’t – will be BrentCorriganInc.com

The videos that were promised there, but never delivered. They’re here.

The galleries they promised there, but never got. They’re here too.

I’m talking the full, 360 degree experience of Brent Corrigan in one location, only benefiting the boy behind it all: Brent Corrigan.

We’re talking short films, skits, safe sex messages, long awaited art and Brent Corrigan memorabilia.

It’s going to take time to build all this up from scratch. As I said before, we’re broke and I’m working a day job just to feed myself. That’s not an acceptable enough reason for why we can’t see growth and evolution within the pages of this new spot.

I can’t do this without you. I need you. I’m going to be auctioning off my clothes and possessions left and right just so I can pay my models to come in and work. Just to pay to develop my online store. But I’m game – as long as you are!

So how can you help?

1) Never go back to BrentCorriganOnline.com and never renew your subscription to the Member’s Site.

2) Bid on my auctions, read my new blog entries, make suggestions, and take part in my polls! Leave comments on the blog! Say anything, I want to hear it all!

3) Tell all your friends! When you visit other sites, link me! We’re new and it’s going to take months before everyone will finally know I have a new online home.

My home is your home.

Until next time . . .

Viva Revolución!

With Love,

Brent

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