Monday, August 25, 2014

Call from a famous call girl!

I got to chat on the phone with Maggie McNeil today! Maggie is a retired courtesan with s blog followed by thousands. She writes about issues of the industry and makes a clear case for justice, beyond the law.  She is now the author of

 Find it on her blog.

Hopefully, I'll get to visit with Maggie in-person, when she is here this week for the Florida-leg of her book tour.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Where I came from faux memoir song. Nothing like a
languorous erotic art companion with clever lyrics, born from the rodeo
and the rock n' roll circuit.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

how I love Gabo

“Descubrí que mi obsesión de que cada cosa estuviera en su puesto, cada asunto en su tiempo, cada palabra en su estilo, no era el premio merecido de una mente en orden, sino al contrario, todo un sistema de simulación inventado por mí para ocultar el desorden de mi naturaleza. Descubrí que no soy disciplinado por virtud, sino como reacción contra mi negligencia; que parezco generoso por encubrir mi mezquindad, que me paso de prudente por mal pensado, que soy conciliador para no sucumbir a mis cóleras reprimidas, que sólo soy puntual para que no se sepa cuan poco me importa el tiempo ajeno. Descubrí, en fin, que el amor no es un estado del alma sino un signo del zodíaco.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

“Blood circulated through her veins with the fluidity of a song that branched off into the most hidden areas of her body and returned to her heart, purified by love. Before I left at dawn I drew the lines of her hand on a piece of paper and gave it to Diva Sahibí for a reading so I could know her soul.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

Thursday, July 10, 2014

My mood improves, becomes a later-years Neko Case feel

The most tender
place/in my heart/is
for strangers/

I knowit's unkind but my own love is/
much too dnagerous
/hanging round the ceiling half the time
hanging round the ceiling
half the time

Also, this book reminded me that a form can be imagined to fit all shapes of experience, to tease them out and convert pain into pleasure and steady risk.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

summer doldrums lately, thinking

maybe i should've set my tone closer to Lou Reed/Leonard Cohen. The sex klown thing only works when people understand you are trying to be absurd in the name of making eroticism sweet and light and accessible to the common man. Now, gotten into the habit of drinking old lady $2 pink wine from the CVS. And the ergo-wine-opener is only ergo when you hold it between your legs, open your mind, let go of all goals, and continue to crank.

i’ll tell you a dream i had once…

i’ll tell you a dream i had once i was away up in the sky Blue,everything:

a bar the bar was made of brass hangIng from strings (or)someThing i was

lying on the bar it was cOOl i didn’t have anything on and I was all hot all

Hot and bar was


O My lover,

there’s just room for me in You

my stomach goes into your Little Stomach My legs are in your legs Your


under me around; my head fits(my head)in your Brain-my,head’s


she(said laughing

)with your head.all big

--ee cummings

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Anyone want to film me or be filmed for Beautiful Agony?

"Hundreds of people around the world have seen Kamee* come. They’ve watched her lie down on her stomach and stare straight into the camera as she rubs her clit, her red lips forming the shape of a rapturous O. They’ve heard her quietly pant and moan as she climaxes, with her big brown eyes clenched tight. Every so often her eyes flicker up to the camera and smirk, and for a brief moment it's easy to forget who’s actually watching whom.
“It’s not like I just want people to watch me come or anything like that,” Kamee told me. “I did it because I wanted to support a project that is a safe space for people who wouldn’t video-tape themselves doing something like this.”

That project is Beautiful Agony—also called “Facettes de La Petite Mort.” It’s an Australia-based erotic website that posts daily videos of people masturbating until they orgasm. The twist is that the videos are only filmed from the shoulders up, so all you see is a succession of O-faces. The videos are basically webcam versions of Andy Warhol’s experimental “Blow Job” short film. Anyone from a DDD-cup porn star to your 95-year-old granddad can submit a video of themselves getting their rocks off. The videos range from one-man shows to group circle jerks, but you never see what’s going on down below. The name “Beautiful Agony” speaks to the almost painful tension you feel right before you come, followed by a zen-like state. The beauty lies in watching people of all walks of life momentarily lose control in the best way."

Wednesday, May 28, 2014


This song really does it for me.  

"This is a message to all our friends./This summer is going to be sick./All our friends look good and we are coming to see you."

Hey chickies, I feel especially buoyant after a weekend of swimming in the Gulf and the pool at my condo.

Come join me in my cabana?