Xander Corvus has collected a shelf full of performance awards, though he started out a Cincinnati kid, November 18, 1988. Grew up in Columbus. Now he calls Los Angeles home. Mom went full Jesus mode when he was eleven. Before his porn career, he kept it clean right up until prom night after Mom’s wedding—same old bed she’d used. Plenty of make-out marathons and hallway BJs came first. Never nailed a teacher, but he still daydreams about Miss Bailey, the smoking-hot fifth-grade substitute. Horror flicks are his jam; the weirder the mutation or the creepier the alien, the better. On set he likes side-missionary best. Fans spot him in grocery stores. He doesn’t flinch—he cracks a joke until their faces stop glowing. Cops have picked him up twice: once for a punch-up, once for a DUI. Off-camera he logs hours on video games and records his own music.
Xander Corvus has collected a shelf full of performance awards, though he started out a Cincinnati kid, November 18, 1988. Grew up in Columbus. Now he calls Los Angeles home. Mom went full Jesus mode when he was eleven. Before his porn career, he kept it clean right up until prom night after Mom’s wedding—same old bed she’d used. Plenty of make-out marathons and hallway BJs came first. Never nailed a teacher, but he still daydreams about Miss Bailey, the smoking-hot fifth-grade substitute. Horror flicks are his jam; the weirder the mutation or the creepier the alien, the better. On set he likes side-missionary best. Fans spot him in grocery stores. He doesn’t flinch—he cracks a joke until their faces stop glowing. Cops have picked him up twice: once for a punch-up, once for a DUI. Off-camera he logs hours on video games and records his own music.
