About Me

There are dozens of biographies and interviews written about me all over the Internet and in magazines, but most are either lacking in certain areas or simply contain downright lies. My MySpace page (www.myspace.com/zackrandall) was written by me and is at this point the most accurate portrayal to be found. I’m not going to go into too much detail here, but I do want to compose a sound cross-section of my life so far to give you a glimpse at the man behind the name.

I was born in April of 1985, I grew up in a very small town and moved to Seattle to go to college. I contracted meningitis at the age of 3 and a half and thus lost the hearing in my right ear and most of the hearing in my left. I’ve worn hearing aids ever since and managed to learn to communicate rather normally. I was a nerd as a child, obsessed with chess between the ages of 8 and 12, and with playing my saxophone from then on. While I rarely did my homework, I was incredibly studious in my own time, reading encyclopedias and pursuing subjects that interested me and ended up coinciding with my schoolwork eventually. Tests were easy. I could absorb information like a towel absorbs water in a swimming pool. My habits tended to isolate me from my peers, and I only had one friend in high school who seemed to understand my eccentricities. I was a star saxophone player in the jazz band, wind ensemble, pep band, and orchestra (where I also doubled on flute and clarinet.) I was on the math team, science olympiad, knowledge bowl, and even the wrestling team before I quit due to concerns about my abilities to stretch myself over so many extracurricular activities. I was also very shy, but very romantic in my attempts at relationships, though at the time I was more interested in the girls of my classes than any of the guys. I recall now, looking back, that my junior and senior year hosted a number of incredibly confusing moments that continued throughout my first two years of college. Moments that included my heart speeding up when I saw a particular guy, or found myself wondering what it would feel like to be with one.

College marked the beginning of a new phase of life and opened up a world of possibilities that were never there in years past. I was alone on my own for the first time without a home to feel safe in. Seattle was the largest city I had ever been to, (except perhaps Portland, OR), and I had traveled there many times in my youth to compete in chess tournaments, but living alone in a city was an experience that changed me from a timid intellectual into a party animal with little to no inhibitions. My first two years found me making friends, trying alcohol and marijuana, and eventually exploring the confusing thoughts I had been having. I joing the GBLTC (Gay Bi Lesbian Transgender Commission) and started meeting others who apparently felt the same way I did. My “bicuriousness” was somewhat satiated when I found myself at 20 years old dating a guy for the first time. It lasted a little less than two weeks. A month later, I was dating a girl again, but found that I was still thinking about the “other” experiences that I could have, so I started dating a guy too.

This went on for about a month. I don’t think either of them found out about each other, but they both went their own way around the same time. I, on the other hand, was a mess. I had been majoring in neurobiology for my first two years of college, finishing the calculus, biology, chemistry, physics, and all the other prerequisites for med school (my aspirations at the time were to become a neurosurgeon), but in my own emotional confusion I lost interest in life and found myself skipping class, eating little to nothing, drinking and smoking a lot of weed. My grades were far from stellar that quarter, and I pushed on. That’s when I took a philosophy course for an elective credit. The methods of thought introduced to me in that class and the caliber of minds we studied, from Socrates and Plato to Aristotle, to Descartes, Bentham, Hume, and Nietsche, were enough to give me an epiphany greater than any I had ever had. My passion was thought. It was through this medium that I would help the world. I changed my major even though it meant virtually all of the credits I had worked so hard for over the previous two years were useless towards a philosopy degree. The discipline, knowledge, and experiences that came with them are worth more than any degree could ever be, so I regret nothing about my choices.

A month later I turned 21. Three days after that, I was on a train to Portland, OR to do a photoshoot. I didn’t know it at the time, but that one photo shoot launched my career big time (because of it, I ended up in Playgirl Nov. ‘06 issue, and Freshmen Feb. ‘07 issue, which incidentally led me to become unanimously voted Freshman of the Year in 2007.)

I went to a shoot in Phoenix in August ‘06 with my boyfriend at the time who introduced me to Zak and Jim, the owners of a few fetish sites (again, unbeknownst to me, these guys were going to give my career a huge boost!) There I learned that people liked pissing, feet, underwear, smoking, and jizz. My first taste of fetishes was not bad. There was no indication as to how large the sites were, and I figured they couldn’t be as popular as a “regular” site that didn’t specialize in a fetish. Again, that turned out to be a big misconception. I started doing scenes for Chaos Men in about September of ‘06, and had worked for Afton Nills (Bath House Fun, Personal Stories, Take it Like a Man, and Pool Boy Fantasies) and D&E Productions (Got Milked 3 and Erotic Barebacking Dreams, in which I had no hardcore scenes) earlier that summer, but they were small studios and a only a  few  websites that I had maybe a half a dozen secens on altogether, and I thought nothing would ever become of my small part-time job that paid rent and put food and beer on the table (hey, I was a college student!) I came home for winter break in December of ‘06 and my mom was wondering what I had been up to (frequent contact with my parents was not one of my virtues in college due to my indulgence in a variety of inappropriate activities for an individual my age and in my position.)

“So where is this magazine?” my mother asked as inquisitively as mothers tend to. I tried to play dumb, but was soon confronted with definitive knowledge of a myspace page that alluded to a magazine spread I had been so proud of (I never thought I would ever be in a magazine, and being in Playgirl was enough to boost anyone’s ego with a past like mine!) I ended up showing the magazine to both my parents, and they flipped through it while I sat next to them on the couch. I felt like it would never end (it was an 8 page spread.)

“Well, you’re not going to do anything more, are you?” my mom asked.

“No, I doubt I’ll ever be in another magazine.” Honestly, I didn’t think I would be.

“I’ll overlook this, but I don’t want you to get big, like famous or anything.” My mom was serious. She was against porn about as much as someone could be.

“I’ll never be famous, it’s just something I do to make money for food and stuff,” I said.

“And ’stuff,’” my father joked. He knew what college kids spend $20 on.

We left it at that. My parents at this point in time had never heard of my homosexual urges, only being aware of the serious relationships I had had with my girlfriends (one was a year, one was a year and a half.) I myself still considered myself bisexual, even after that quote saying that my dream threesome would be with the Olson twins. I ended up going back to college at the end of winter break, and only doing one scene per month with Chaos Men until March. That’s when I got the e-mails from Buckshot, Lucas, and Hot House. All within a week of each other, and they all wanted me in May.

I was excited, to say the least. I never thought I would do a scene for a major studio, and the thought of working with three in one month made my mouth water. The possibilities of making that much money in such a short period of time was almost mind-boggling. I had been thinking a lot over the past few months, saving money and studying, and when I found that I would be flying to Hawaii, New York City, and San Francisco I realized that certain things would have to be sacrificed. Luckily, the things sacrificed were not lost: I still managed to pass all my classes. When I was in Hawaii, the Freshmen magazine came out where I was smiling proudly on the cover as the 2007 Freshmen of the year. My friends were amazed when I came back to be rooming with a cover model for a magazine that was internationally distributed.

Since then, my life has been pretty well documented. I continued on with college until I received my B.A. in Philosohpy, while maintaining a busy schedule flying all over the United States (and once to Tokyo for a photo shoot with Leslie Kee.) It’s easy to find the work that I’ve done since Paradise Found, The Intern, and the Freshmen cover that so many people saw. I’ve worked with many companies and done so many scenes that I can’t even remember them all. I don’t own any magazines or DVDs that I’ve been in, but I don’t need to. I keep remembering what my mom told me and keep hoping that she doesn’t know that I was nominated for 6 awards at the GayVNs last year, including Best Actor, Best Fetish Performer, Best Bottom, Best Oral Scene, and Performer of the Year. Oh, and I was part of the Best Group Scene that won.

So, here we are! I hope my life has been interesting enough to follow thus far :-) It has certainly worked for me and I look forward to many more interesting years to come. ;-)