James Elliot Naughtin, a.k.a. Erik Rhodes, would have been 38 today if he hadn't exploded 8 years ago. For the last several years of his short life, James's blog wasa wrenching testament to the depression and hopelessness he never even came close to conquering. Substance abuse surely exacerbated his woes.
The few times I met James—at porn events—he was gregarious and affable. He always seemed to be happily enjoying life in the public eye. I have never figured out whether that was pure facade or genuine, paradoxical happiness.
James left us a breathtaking body of porn work to enjoy. It's just a fucking shame he couldn't give us more of him.
