Filed under: art, books, hookers, internet, personal | Tags: angostura sours, blurb, books, change.org, goodreads, npr, peeping tom, prostitution, the environment, the iPad, the kindle
The Telegraph on the fiftieth anniversary of Peeping Tom, one of my all-time favorite movies.
The Millions isn’t really into Goodreads, although for me it’s the one social network that actually tends to lead to interesting real-life conversations. (I guess you don’t have that problem when you’re already a famous book blogger, though…)
I just this week stumbled across high-class self-publishing site Blurb and so of course now I’m planning a book which will haunt me for months and then never happen.
Change.org continues to conflate prostitution with human trafficking. Also their math isn’t so good.
Articles about how iPads and Kindles are more environmentally friendly than printed books continue to make no sense to me. Also, shut up.
Finally, NPR recommended drinking angostura sours in honor of Mad Men. I have yet to see a single episode of that show, but bitters and egg whites sounds like a win-win cocktail for me.
[image: Still from Peeping Tom (Michael Powell, 1960)]
Filed under: personal | Tags: central new york, college, dead ladybugs, i hate college, me me me me me
Ten years ago I had a girlfriend. Her name was Monica and she was imaginary. Actually, she wasn’t imaginary, because I had a photo of her, affixed with blue Fun-tak to the wall of my freshman first-year dorm. My arm was around her. We were cute.
The day I moved into the dorm, some good-looking but frankly rather intimidating basketball players walked in and gave my wall the onceover. (I had immediately plastered my living space with photos and souvenirs from home and posters for albums that I didn’t actually own but meant to, because that is what people always did with dorm walls on TV.*) One of the jocks asked if the girl in the photo was my girlfriend and, without thinking, I said yes. “She’s hot,” he said. Which was true, although actually she was just one of my co-workers, one who was nice enough used to always make fun of me for not smoking weed or drinking and for being a vegetarian.
And yet suddenly she was my girlfriend. Once I had her, I talked about her constantly. “Monica got me this last Christmas,” I’d say, about whatever had my hometown boyfriend had given me for Christmas. “Monica listens to a lot of Cat Power.” “Monica’s family really likes me.” “Monica and I had sex in a church once.”
Lying was a lot of fun, although occasionally I would start contradicting myself, which grew troublesome. Also, because I didn’t know anything about girlfriends, some of my stories had holes in them. Like when I told my friend Sarah that Monica and I were both virgins when we met, which is why we didn’t think we had to use condoms. Horrified, Sarah asked if Monica was actually trying to get pregnant. Until that point I had never actually thought about condoms as a deterrent to pregnancy.
To avoid complications, Monica and I broke up over the Columbus Day break. This worked well, because no one was there to see it and also because it gave me a much-needed excuse to publicly sulk for a few weeks.
Filed under: books, personal | Tags: coming and crying, me me me me me, stone temple pilots inspired story titles
My copy of Coming & Crying arrived in the mail today. My story, “Sex Tape Thing,” is the first story I’ve ever had published in book form, so I’m reeeeeeally excited that it’s in the same book as stories by Stephen Elliott and Tao Lin and a whole bunch of people I know from the internet and also a whole bunch of people I’ve never read anything by before. I’m not even really sure that I like my story anymore, but, you know, that happens, maybe? I don’t know.
Anyway, if you happen to have gotten a copy in the mail, too, and read my bio and found your way here, um, hi.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: brezel goring, francoise cactuz, stereo total
Stereo Total are playing the Middle East in Boston tonight and I will be there and oh boy! Here’s an unofficial video for “Barbe à Papa,” from their new album Baby Ouh!, which I didn’t realize came out over three months ago now. I’ve been an intermittent fan of Francoise Cactus and Brezel Goring since, I think, 1999, when songs like “Supergirl” and “Comic Book Tease Girl”* got a lot of airplay on local college radio. Their 2007 album In-Out is really super-fantastique, but they followed it up with an album, 2009′s No Controles, whose existence I didn’t even know about until today.
Two more after the jump:
Today:
don corleone oksana
leg hair
kalomoira fake pics
hannah giles
playgirl 1976
Yesterday:
matthew lawrence naked
buying custom mixtapes
topless tuesdays tumblr
josh zuckerman naked
che guevara and debussy
(more…)
Here’s an illustration of me reading at the Sex Worker Cabaret event I did in New York in June. It was done by Luma Rouge, an artist based in the Big Apple. I’m very excited, because I’m pretty sure I’ve never been realistically illustrated before, and also because I had thought my Pottery Barn joke tanked during the reading. Photos of nearly all the performers (all of which are in color and show the performer from the front…) are posted on Ms. Rouge’s Facebook; I’m not sure if they’re anywhere else.
Filed under: hookers, magazines | Tags: $pread magazine, magazines, sadness, sex work
This November marks the one-year anniversary of the change in Rhode Island’s prostitution law, and I was thinking the other day about writing a story to see what change, if any, the law’s had on Ocean State sex workers. Obviously my first idea was to send the story to $pread, especially since I had just read the interview with editor Will Rockwell in Mother Jones last week.
So I e-mailed over my idea, but just hours later I found out, via Gchat status update, that $pread had just announced that it would be closing its doors after the next two issues come out.
And my desk, which I am currently in the middle of cleaning. In case you were wondering.
This video for Popinjays’ “Vote Elvis” has been on Youtube since 2008 and has less than 2,500 views, which is crazy because this is without question one of the my favorite songs of the early nineties.
Funny story, though (or not really): Even though Popinjays clearly sound British, I had it in my head for years and years that they were a band from Rhode Island that only ever got played on the alternative station’s local music show.
Yup.
Today:
joe rogan
joe rogan topless
joe rogan naked
fucking craigslist
lady gaga slim jim
Yesterday:
hottest hits list to listen to
frente’ labor of love
patrick dempsey penis
adam lambert sexiest man alive
matthew lawrence naked
