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Friday, June 27, 2008
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Hot cock ! And whips! Wheeeeeeooooo!....
Current mood:  mellow
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
Gotta get that $$, yo! Even artists need money!
 This kind of stuff never fails to crack me up. (Even though I'm probably the only one).This guy (or gal) popped a 25 cent bag of Cheez Doodles, pulled out this grotesque specimen, and right away saw the light (of a cash register bulb, that is):Y'know …What if I sell it, on craigslist?…
X-Rated cheese doodle (AMityville) Reply to: sale-7350230@craigslist.org Date: 2008-06-27, 5:55PM EDTMake an offer starting price $200. · Location: AMityville · it's ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
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>> And, I love this "for sale" ad.
That's right—weary Dominas just don't fade way … they semi-retire—sell their "how to" books and other shit on craigslist.
Gotta love the inventory: things, like … "Black spandex hood, no holes, never worn."
That conjures up all kinds of severe, Germanic imagery.
Oh—and if you're interested in the riding crop, make sure you specify which one: the one with the heart or the one without….
And what the fuck is a "pinwheel"?
Is that like the one described in Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas?
Pg. 190 – "Psychedelics are almost irrelevant in a town where you can wander into a casino any time of the day or night and witness the crucifixion of a gorilla—on a flaming neon cross that suddenly turns into a pinwheel, spinning the beast around in wild circles above the crowded gambling action."
But, back to craigslist!
BDSM/Fetish Gear- RETIRING- New & Almost New (Harlem / Morningside)
Reply to: sale-7344251@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-06-27, 10:13AM EDT
I'm retiring from the world of professional BDSM.....All items BRAND new OR hardly used (literally once or twice, depending). I only went independent (and PT) within the past year and purchased implements as needed for specific purposes, so everything is very nearly new, in as-new condition, and in some cases where noted, literally new and never used. Quality toys all from Purple Passion. Clothes, books, implements, accessories. Contact me if interested for pics and pricing. Will consider all offers, and will sell as a lot or individual pieces.
2 lengths of black bondage rope, 2 black leather ties (cbt), clothespins and clips and duct tape, Japanese drip candles and vinyl medical gloves.
-Cross dressing "kit" including blond wig, slutty panties, slut fishnet dress, necklace, lipstick, hawaiian lei (and size 12 gold "hooker" shoes).
-2 blow up dolls- one is a college co-ed and the other is a tranny doll with slut stick. I've already written naughty things on the dolls in permanent marker though becuase I used them for a photo shoot (pic available).
-Shoulder-length black latex gloves, never worn still in bag. Bought for $35.
-Books:
The Female Dominant: Games She Plays
Different Loving: The World of Sensual Dominance & Submission
The Art of Sensual Female Dominance
The Mistress Manual
-Black spandex hood, no holes, never worn.
-red/black satin blindfold from Fredericks'. never used.
-Deluxe Door Jam Cuffs for hand/leg bondage. New & Unopened in package. Bought for $42
-Paddle/clapper with 4 layers of leather/rawhide
-reed cane with black handle
-black crop
-black crop with heart top (black leather and rubber)
-speculum (metal)
-ball gag (black rubber, black leather)
-leash and collar (red/black leather)
-pinwheel
-3 peice black and pink latex outfit from Baroness. Large top (black), Medium bottom (black with pink back ruffle accent), one size fit all tie-on back-ruffle (pink/black)
-black pvc-ish a-line zip front skirt M/L
-Black tule skirt elastic waist, zip back -M/L
-black waist cincher- Medium
-black retro girdle with garters. Rago brand. 32/XL
-school girl outfit Leg Avenue Large
-Bad nurse outfit Leg Avenue Large
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008
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Looks like I landed a job!
Current mood:  apathetic
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
That's right! And it's better than being published!
A job! A job! A job! Just for me!
WANTED: Human Target
Reply to: see below
Date: 2008-06-24, 8:09AM EDT
Must be able to take a bullet in the head. Medical plan after 3 months.
- Compensation: TBD (to be discussed)
- Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
- Phone calls about this job are ok.
- Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.
I'm a B.U.M.! 
And now for all you ladies… here's a cheerful craigslist (welcome to the "real world") ad for you! Do You Binge Eat and Purge? Earn $800-1,100 (Inwood / Wash Hts)
Reply to: see below
Date: 2008-06-24, 8:09AM EDT
Do You Binge Eat and Purge?
Females (ages 21-45) with this eating disorder needed for a research study testing the effects of common medications and alcohol on mood and performance. 7 sessions (8:30 am-3:30 pm). FREE TREATMENT available after study. Cannot be on hormonal contraceptives. Call (212) 543-6623, -5126 and -5125. Confidential.
Earn $800-1,100
Near Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center (168th St. & Broadway)
P.I.: Suzette Evans, Ph.D. (P.I. IRB 4945) -----------------------------------------------
That's right! Vomit and earn $$! And FREE TREATMENT! Only in America, kids, where multi-billion dollar pharmaceutical companies grow rich exploiting your consumer-shaped, neurotic disease! But it's FREE! Experimental potentially lethal treatment, that is. Hork, hork, hork…. 
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Thursday, June 19, 2008
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Shot Girl Needed!... Sounds like a Career!
Current mood:  blank
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
Well, well, well ... what do we have here?
Once again, I'm back in the humiliating situation of absolute, life-threatening poverty ... which is to say back in Factotum mode, back to pounding the pavement in search of a survival job -- something to tide me over and see me through this rough (some might say very rough) financial pass.
Browsing the New York City ads on Craigslist, as I usually do in the morning, before sinking into a mind-numbing depression, I came upon this odd posted ad. I just thought it was weird or maybe I'm just way out of it -- no longer familiar with "the scene" or the "real world" -- no longer visiting Village bars that are packed to the nines with desperate twenty-somethings getting "trashed" and whatnot.
The sheer sexploitaton element of it caught my eye, I guess. More proof that in the job market, even in this day, it's all about whoring yourself, in one way or another.
(Of course in this case it doesn't particular apply to me.)
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Shot girl needed! (West Village)
Reply to: hot.shots.valissa@gmail.com
Date: 2008-06-19, 11:27AM EDT
Hot Shots is hiring shot girls to begin this weekend. Looking for fun, sexy, girls with awesome personalities. Hot Shots girls are there to be the lives of the party! They must have strong sales skill and be extremely personable. Our shot girls work with several bars all in Manhattan. The shifts are Fridays, Saturdays, and sometimes Thursdays. Schedule is flexible. Shifts begin anywhere from 9:30-10:30 until 4am or their time of selling out. The shot girls make a percentage off the shots they sell in addition to their tips. Average earning is $100-400 a shift.
Only responsible, self-motivated candidates need apply. Email pictures (including on full body) or myspace link and your resume. No emails will be read without photos. Jpg images only.
Holding interviews tonight.
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Some early shot girl j-peg/applicants, meanwhile:
P.S.
What's up with that McDonald's
"I'm lovin' it."
on myspace?
No, I'm not McLovin' it!
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Wednesday, June 04, 2008
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To all the women who think your life would be easier as a man. Hear this:
Current mood: blank
Category: Romance and Relationships
Yeah, it definitely seems like the grass is always greener. I sometimes think that the only difference in being a guy or a gal is that being a woman simply costs more—economically. All the shit you gals need that a guy doesn't. This is why I think a lot of chicks are into guys with cash. Maintenance money means a lot some girls.
The shame I sometimes feel as a person who's not able to hold his own economically would be less great, I think, if I weren't male. There are a few artist chicks here on myspace whose boyfriends/husbands support them. That option rarely comes for a man. Even the thought of it is ridiculous and invites ridicule. Bukowski was obsessed with that fantasy and often writes about it. With him, it's pretty funny of course.
Female allure is bullshit. A trap. I've always felt that. Beauty can be a hindrance to a woman rounding out her character when she's young. The so-called hot chicks don't really have to expend much effort, and that's bad— it makes them lazy as people and selfish. Even boring, in the end. I've always had more fun socially with girls who were not conventionally pretty. Yes, "normal girls" usually have more personality; it's true. Some guys think that a chick's appearance (her "hotness") reflects on them; and that being with an average-looking chick is like wearing a cheap pair of shoes. Some women feel the same way about men, as far as status. It bugs me that, despite the progress of the women's movement, of feminism which, in theory, was meant to liberate us "all" (both genders), things have still pretty much have stayed the same over the years. For a guy, it seems that attractiveness will always be measured first in terms of status (and money)—yeah, money and success will give the illusion of potency and will never be looked down on; for a woman, worth is still first assigned to beauty. And, I think, that's just the shallowness of consumer culture, where everything has to be seen in terms of market value and saleability and appearances. Capitalism makes us all skin deep.
Fuck it all.
You women out there—all you "feminists" in your G-strings—don't worry about your surface attributes so much, or think that your life would be any easier as a man. Believe me, being a man carries its own load of expectations that I'd rather do without. I'll never consider myself a "winner"—no alpha male—and I can't say that I'm any less happy that way.
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
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When The IDEA of Being a Writer Is Actually Better Than Being One.
Current mood:  blah
Category: Writing and Poetry
Y'know, I think about this a lot. The only time I enjoy writing is when I'm in the zone. That is, when I'm submerged in the process, like when a person is lost in a math problem. Everything else about it sucks. The time before getting down to business. The moment just after writing (unless it went well). Certainly, months later you think about all the time you sacrificed and it seems ridiculous, like committing to a bizarre co-dependent relationship. One in which you're usually getting your ass kicked.Why do it? Why write?I can't answer that question.Right now, my new novel is still in limbo-land. 3 publishers are supposedly looking at it. Are they? Who fucking knows? Right now all 3 of them might be using the huge tome as a very tall coaster—for an ice-cold six-pack. They might be shredding the pages, one by one, and using them as cheap kitty litter.It's such an effort to write a book. Such an act of will. To get it done, you need time. And to have time you alienate your friends, family, loved ones. You need to be in that zone, alone. Treading water alone in that kiddie pool. It's totally selfish.What then, afterwards? What have you got? All that work, all that feverish activity and self-deception while you told yourself that it was good, even great—for what?What difference does it make in the end? It's a freakin' book. You can't stick it in your DVD player, can't download it to your i-pod, can't even pop it in your toaster. Does anyone read books nowadays? Apparently not. I'm not talking about graphic novels, which are all the rage in Hollywood. (Want your novel to get some serious consideration in Hollywood? Turn it into a graphic novel first—then some asshole producers might actually be able to fucking "read" it.)Oh, what the fuck.The beauty of being a writer is in the idea. The dream. The dream of soulful tranquility, over actually having it. The idea of being in sync with the world and with your deepest thoughts, which is rarely there. Finally, there's the feeling of accomplishment, which is akin to taking an excellent morning shit.Why write a book when you can just eat a fiber-rich meal and enjoy an equally fulfilling pleasure of accomplishment the next morning just before you flush?To hell with being a writer. It's so much better to just fantasize about it—dream about how you'll finally be able to share your heart with the world, a world that will be eager to receive it—and you—and treasure both forever.I'm working on the website for my novel, Permanent Obscurity. And why? Why the fuck would I be doing that when the fat fucking thing is not published yet? I don't know. Maybe because I don't know what else to do? Maybe I'm still in that heady afterglow of having taken such a memorable and perfect shit, and I'm not so eager to flush?
If you wanna see how truly self-deluded I am, visit me here:
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I, Goldstein: My Screwed Life
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
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Read an excerpt of PERMANENT OBSCURITY!
Current mood:  drunk
Category: Writing and Poetry
PermanentObscurity.com is under construction but you can read a novel excerpt right now. Right here.  Discretion advised!Lollipops!  You can read an excerpt ... or you can keep staring at me ... keep staring at me ... keep staring at me.....
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Sunday, March 02, 2008
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My Sexploitation Masterpiece is finished!
Current mood:  confident
Category: Writing and Poetry
Yeah, I know. I've said it before. But now I really mean it! Two months of meatball fuckin' surgery, and here I am!
And guess what? Just guess.
I hereby declare it
The greatest sexploitation novel ever written!
Did ya get that? Should I speak a little louder?
THE GREATEST SEXPLOITATION NOVEL EVER WRITTEN!
Did I say "ever"?
Yes, ever!
Better than?
Yes, better!
......
Better than?
Yes, better!
My new novel, PERMANENT OBSCURITY: or a Cautionary Tale of Two Girls and Their Misadventures with Drugs, Pornography, and Death, is a kind of "Thelma and Louise," exploitation/tabloid inspired story set in the East Village, NYC, a story of two down-and-out gals, both would-be artists, who set out to make a "dirty movie" with disastrous results.
This novel is many things: a youthful bohemian satire, a story of alienated non-conformists, a Thelma and Louise ("buddy love" or "girls on the lam") story, a sexploitation and S/M romp, a lampoon of auteur film-making, a satire of media celebrity and "true-life" tabloid sensationalism. Despite its mock-serious tabloid title, it's a comedy. Okay, a black comedy.
Female friendship, fetishism, femdom in spades, astonishing vulgarity ... it's all there. That and thrills, spills & chills!
Yeah, the book is "odd" but that could also be its strength. I'm not a conventional writer. Never was, never will be.
The smartest thing I did was to divide the book into 3 parts:
a) The Kinky Hook
b) Strange Hungers
c) No Man's Land
Finally: "Aftermath" -- which is the postscript that brings us back to the beginning.
106,744 words long, my beautiful girl.
Will I be alone in loving this novel? In thinking it's a rare and special bird? Maybe. Am I insane? Probably.
But to quote Johhny Depp, quoting Ed Wood Jr.: "This is the one. This is the one I'll be remembered for!..." And I dedicate this novel to the two heroes who inspired me the most:Eric Stanton Russ Meyer (of his Faster Pussycat Kill! Kill!... era) Richard Perez said it here. If I die before dawn, tell 'em: "He knew, the bastard ... he somehow knew it was a classic!..."Choke, choke ... makes me all misty just thinking about it.(Well, not really.)---------------------------(Now don't ruin it by asking me when it's gonna be published.... Grrrr....)
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Thursday, January 17, 2008
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ITALIAN TRANSLATION of The Losers’ Club - First look!
Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm working hard on the revisions of my second novel, as some of you know, so I'm back in isolation mode: phone + cell disconnected, doorbells ignored, bills tossed in the garbage or left unopened, etc.
Not much energy left for much else. But it's coming along nicely. It's like reliving a wild affair, only this time with more insight into the creature I'm dealing with.
But, in the meantime, I'd like to post a little note about the Italian release (translation) of The Losers' Club. It's coming out shortly in 2008, and I'm posting the first review here. It's in Italian of course, but it seems positive and that's good enough.
Yeah, they changed the title, because they saw the book for what it is, a dysfunctional love story.
Storia D'Amore All'East Village
is actually accurate, because it's both a love story about the East Village, as well as being a love story set in it. Yeah, I miss the DIY 1990s,
'cause you just needed less money then. And there was Tower Books on 4th Street with the big poster for Arthur Nersesian's first self-published novel, THE FUCK-UP, as you climbed the stairs, the shelves of transgressive and outsider fiction, the self-published fanzines (fanzines, remember them?) and on and on ... and yeah you could drink a 40 ouncer on the street, as you hung outside of CBGB, it wasn't "a crime."
"La delicata love story tra Martin Sierra, aspirante-scrittore"
Haha... I like that. Pass the spaghetti.
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Voluptuous Panic: The Erotic World of Weimar Berlin
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Thursday, January 03, 2008
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Beauty Queen Accused of Kidnap, Torture
Current mood:  optimistic
Category: Romance and Relationships
This just in from AP news (who stole the two-week old item from The Star):
Beauty Queen Accused of Kidnap, Torture
AP
TUCSON, Ariz. (Jan. 2) - A beauty pageant winner and law school student clerking for a federal judge faces charges that she kidnapped and tortured an ex-boyfriend.
Kumari Fulbright, 25, was indicted Dec. 18 by a Pima County Superior Court grand jury on charges of kidnapping, armed robbery, aggravated robbery and two counts of assault with a deadly weapon.
Fulbright, was Miss Pima County in 2005 and Miss Desert Sun in 2006, and sought the title of Miss Arizona during those years.
She also clerked for U.S. District Judge Raner Collins as a University of Arizona law school student, sources say.
It said the alleged assailant held a 24-year-old man captive for 10 hours on Dec. 8 while robbing and torturing him and noisily chomping Doritos, Fiery Habanero Flavored Tortilla Chips.
Court documents said she tied the man up with plastic cable ties and duct tape, holding him at two Tucson homes, during which time she threatened him, stole his cell phone, briefcase and wallet, taking between $500 and $600.
The documents also accused Fulbright of biting him several times, sticking a butcher knife in his ear, saying she was going to kill him and pointing a pistol at him, yelling "HAHA!"—all, as Fulbright later insisted—in the name of "foreplay." Then she corrected herself, "Awright, 'edgeplay.'"
Documents state that after eight to 10 hours, the victim grabbed Fulbright's gun, which went off, and he fled the house screaming for help.
An annoyed Fulbright later stated, "Shit, we were just getting warmed-up!"
The man's injuries were consistent with his story, police told the press.
During her booking, Fulbright could be overheard mumbling about her ex-boyfriend, "What a pussy!"
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Actually, I took some liberties with the above story, just tweaking it. Because I'm a tweaking mode and I couldn't resist. Boo!
Now here's a picture of forgotten baddass Wendy O. Williams
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Friday, December 28, 2007
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WHAT I’M UP TO… Or My SPRUCE GOOSE
Current mood:  determined
Category: Writing and Poetry
I removed the last blog about my returning to edit my new novel, because I felt it was a bit of a downer, to be honest. And I also think I overstated the case.
I tend to overreact to things at times. Respond to things emotionally first.
Like I mentioned in my last (deleted) blog, when I declared the book finished in September, I was just exhausted: I couldn't bear to work on it another moment. 563 pages is a lot for a lazy bastard like myself. I'd reached my psychological threshold and threw up the white flag.
And like I said before: I'm glad I waited this long to look at it, so I could see it with fresh eyes.
The manuscript is not gonna be hard to edit. All the "footage," so to speak, is there. The book needs to be split in half, then quarters of 150 pages and worked from there. (Like giving a haircut, a trim.)
Anyway, here's the kind of editing I'm talking about: It's pruning, really. It's compressing and moving the narrative along quicker, especially in the connective sections, from one short chapter to the next. I've already finished the first 60 pages or so.
BEFORE
To play it safe, I called out mad early on a Thursday morning, and that same day we hit I-95 on the road for New England. Destination: the state of Maine. Way north. Baby at the wheel of the old-fart Chevy Caravan, The Siren's tour van. Serena, lead singer, dead asleep in the back, her hair strewn across a pillow. Me, riding shotgun, dozing off. A greasy road map on my knees.
AFTER (TRIMMING)
To play it safe, I called out mad early on a Thursday morning, and that same day we hit I-95 on up to New England in the old-fart Chevy Caravan, The Siren's tour van: Baby at the wheel, Serena dead asleep in the back; me, riding shotgun, dozing off.
Part of the problem was how I wrote it, which was on index cards. 10 double-sided cards a day, each day a different scene. This has lent a kind of episodic quality to the book, much like Bukowski's WOMEN. I just need to speed the transitions, possibly collapse a chapter or two, grease things along. It's still gonna be a fat book.
I need to sink the rivets on this aeroplane. Or the goose will never get off the ground.
Howard Hughes' Spruce Goose, made of wood
My Goose, also made of trees
Like I said before, I think the hardest part of writing a novel is standing back and seeing the whole panorama. And the tendency I have is to "dig in" foxhole-style in each scene, sometimes losing sight of the big picture and the patience of the audience. (And not to compare myself with him, but Quentin Tarantino definitely has this problem I've noticed, writing intense, dialog heavy scenes; Jackie Brown is the perfect example of a film that feels like it's 6 hours long. The "cut" longer version of the Butch scene in the taxicab from Pulp Fiction ["The Esmeralda Cab Scene," on the second disc] is another solid example of "self-contained" scene writing. This is the reason why Tarantino often needs to "reshuffle," arrange a story in a nonlinear and non-chronological way; for him, to tell a story chronologically, as in Jackie Brown, is to make it too "heavy." So the re-shuffling comes out of necessity.) In my case, I know where I am in the story, in one sense, but I'm testing the patience of the reader by allowing the scenes to become mini-events in themselves and thus slowing up the narrative.
I strongly believe now that the best thing a writer can do is make a novel short. Aim for 170 or so pages and keep it there. The shorter the novel, the better, usually. Like Candide or Animal Farm, perfect books. It's easier to publish a short novel too. And to get others to read it. The way to make a living as a writer is to pop out short 170 page novels, like Dennis Cooper does; one per year. Plus, write assorted articles for trendy magazines. You'll end up making as much money from a short book anyway. The shortness of a book will entice a greater readership, since it's not that big a time commitment for the reader. Of course, it's also much less work for the author.
Anyway, it never fails. A playwright friend of mine always laughs about this: just when you think you're finished, you're not.
Is this blog another downer? I hope not. 'Cause I'm ready to put on my party hat.
Here it is:
P.S.
After reading the first 50 pages of the novel, a small publisher I really admire has expressed interest in seeing the full manuscript.
I just got this email tonight, like half an hour ago.
Of course, I'll wait to send them the new polished version.
That's right, baby: where there's life, there's hope.
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Release date: 21 September, 1993
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