He started smoking weed, in part because he was allergic to most opioids. The weed lessened the lingering neck pain, but it also cracked open this emotional life that Vegas had been suppressing. “I felt like I was reborn as a person,” he says. “It’s like I’m feeling every emotion that I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
I want everybody to understand what real unconditional love and compassion from another human being is.” And I want to spread that feeling to everybody. When he looks up at me, he has this light in his eyes, both delighted and conspiratorial, like the look a friend would give you 30 minutes after you’ve both taken LSD and the patterns on the carpet start turning into fractals. Then he says, “So I was like, ‘Fuck this, man.’ You know what I’ve always wanted to make? Movies. You know what seems attainable and like I can actually get there? Porno.”Īt this point I should probably give you a trigger warning of some kind. Let me put it this way: Michael Vegas’s personal website is called. He needs the enema because he’s about to shoot an anal scene with Codi Vore. But she’s not the one who will be cleaning out her lower intestine this afternoon. Vegas, who is straight, loves being pegged and fisted by cis women. “So many buttholes are oppressed,” he says. “There’s so much shame surrounding all of it. I’m trying to normalize dudes taking it in the butt so people can actually talk about it.