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Web Log Archives: August 24, 2003 - August 30, 2003 Saturday, August 30, 2003
Virginia Heffernan writes, "The small thrill of this kiss was real to me because, though girls making out with girls is an old party stunt, this time it came off as female lechery: overmuscled, rich, landed matriarch Madonna (in tails, no less) preying on sweetie Spears." UPDATE: Another entertaining postmortem from Sean Westmoreland. "Impossible to say what the kiss meant - was Madonna passing the trash goddess mantle or merely stealing Brit's soul?" (Link snagged from Cup of Chicha.)
And it turns out that the route for the "Stop Southern Decadence" march some friends and I have worked ourselves into a lather about has been changed and won't be coming anywhere near the intersection of Saint Ann and Bourbon tomorrow evening, although we're still planning on showing up on the balcony of the Bourbon Pub tomorrow night with our glitter and party string to "welcome" any splinter groups that might wander into the celebration.Today's New Orleans Times-Picayune has a report on the march (possible zip/age/gender questionnaire before you get to the article — go ahead and lie!). The paper also contains an unflattering profile of Grant Storms: For a year and a half after losing his pulpit [for an unspecified "moral failing" that led to his second divorce], Storms never thought he would preach again, he said. But during a 36-hour fast he claimed to have experienced a call from God that in due course led to Storms' securing a show on WSHO, a Christian AM radio station. Although Storms preaches twice a week at his Marrero church that shares a storefront with a convenience store and a pawn shop, his daily radio show for the past seven years gave him a platform long before he took on Southern Decadence. [...] He has long preached against "satanic" Catholicism, which he believes to be "demonic." One Storms radio series on the topic prompted a priest, the Rev. Robert Guste, to ask for equal time to respond, [station manager] Ainsworth said, "and we were glad to oblige." Storms was preaching door to door when he encountered the customers at a Westwego beauty salon about a year and a half ago. He challenged them to name the Ten Commandments, betting, he said, that because they were Catholics they could not. They took offense. Somebody called the police. The officer on the scene called headquarters. "He was very stubborn, very rude, very obnoxious," said Westwego Police Chief Dwayne "Poncho" Munch. "I remember hearing him in the background. . . . He was saying he was going to put us all over the radio. . . . I thought he was a real ornery fellow." God spoke to me too many years ago during a 6-hour, uh, well, not a fast, but his rap was all about love and universal consciousness and the interconnectedness of all living creatures. Nothing about getting my own talk show. I feel cheated. Friday, August 29, 2003
Thursday, August 28, 2003
I'm sitting with my girl-posse and a theater full of gorgeous dykes and various types of cohort, a Guinness in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The lights dim, a bright spot lights the red velvet curtain, and I'm welcomed by the Gentleman King, her suit fitting her gorgeously, her diction delightful and her gaze shy, but sly and certain. In the next hour, I may be entertained with Etta James, with a crew of half-dressed dames doing a rousing and slinky Chicago sendup, with a gorgeous androgyne sexing up Carole King, with a striptease -- on trapeze -- from male to female drag before my eyes, with various recreations, revisions or reinventions of Steven Tyler, Kid Rock, Van Morrison, Rod Stewart, Frank Sinatra, Mae West, Bette Midler, Tom Waits, the Andrews Sisters or Dolly Parton. I'll be feasting my eyes on kings and queens and every shade of genderblurred royalty and peasantry in between, on legs up to there or collars up to here, and the cheers, laughs and sighs of a rollicking crowd filling every seat in the house (and often abandoning those seats to join the troupe in dancing at the show's end). I know I'll laugh at least once until my sides ache, and that on more than one occasion I'll have cause to squirm in my seat a little, while issuing a soft growl or a longing sigh. I know I'll be turned up and turned on, intellectually, politically, sexually, and have a damned good time, and that's a helluva deal for my twelve bucks. Scarlet Letters also has a photo gallery of the Dykes Do Drag troupe. Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Snagged from Geisha asobi and Jonno.
But don't bank on the promised "three inches." There is no scientific evidence that any pill can enlarge the penis, says Franklin C. Lowe, professor of clinical urology at Columbia University. "If it were legitimate," he says, "I'd be a billionaire." What some customers might get from Performance Marketing's pills is a less-than-sexy dose of bacteria and other contaminants. Commissioned by The Wall Street Journal, Flora Research, San Juan Capistrano, Calif., conducted an independent laboratory analysis of a composite sample of 10 Performance Marketing pills and turned up significant levels of E. coli, yeast, mold, lead and pesticide residues. The amount of E. coli bacteria - 16,300 colony-forming units per gram - appears to be particularly high, experts say. "I think it's safe to say it has heavy fecal contamination," says Michael Donnenberg, head of the infectious-diseases department at the University of Maryland. Although E. coli won't necessarily make you sick, Dr. Donnenberg says fecal matter, which might have come from animals grazing near herbal ingredients harvested for the pills, is prime breeding ground for all sorts of viruses, parasites and bacteria. Or to paraphrase Eric Schlosser: there is shit in the pills.
But here's the bizarre part: "another witness told the woman that he was offended and asked her to put her clothes on." Huh? Call me a dirty old man, but stumbling across a 22-year-old woman doing nude yoga in the park would be the highlight of my day. I much prefer women doing yoga in the park do so in the nude. Hold down dog for five full breaths, that sort of thing. Associated Press added this story to its quirky news wire, but switched the city to Salem, Massachusetts. A quick Google check shows that Minto-Brown Island Park is indeed in Oregon.
The School of Whoredom offers oblique references to the physical contortions expected of the serious professional ("the crane", "the horizontal shuffle", "the grazing sheep"), and precise instructions as to the most effective manipulation of the male member. But, for the most part, this book is about screwing with men's minds, not with their bodies. As such, the book is a canny work of feminist solidarity. [...] "Men want to be duped," says the experienced pro, "and while they realise they're being conned and that, when you've left their side, you'll mock them and brag about it even to your maids, they still prefer fake caresses to real ones without the sweet talk ... The cornerstone of a whore's art is knowing how to feed gammon to the gullible."
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
North Carolina authorities are still enforcing crime against nature law despite a U.S. Supreme Court decision striking down a similar Texas law prohibiting homosexual sex. . . . Law enforcement officials said they continue to use the law because it's their only way to make arrests for prostitution that involves oral sex, which isn't covered under the state's prostitution law. Then go back and change the prostitution law, dumbass! 26 men arrested for having sex in a Harrisonburg, Virginia adult bookstore will be tried on sodomy charges despite a US Supreme Court ruling in June striking down the laws. The men were indicted July 21, about a month after the Supreme Court ruling. Police said the arrests followed a three-month investigation into goings on at the bookstore. Through a spokesperson Virginia Attorney General Jerry W. Kilgore said the court ruling only applies to sex acts in private. Kilgore believes the Supreme Court decision does not preclude prosecutions for public sodomy or solicitation to commit sodomy. OK, I'm a blogger not a lawyer, but the Supreme Court decision would seem to preclude treating "public sodomy" and "solicitation to commit sodomy" as different crimes than simply "public sex" and "solicitation to commit sex." Sex is sex. Jeez, can just any bozo get to be an Attorney General these days?
No one knew much about the half-dozen attractive young men who moved into the big two-story house near Lake Brantley until a neighbor boy misfired a water balloon and broke a window into the world of cybersex. That was when neighbors got a look inside and figured out the men were running a 24-hour gay pornography site. Now, people in the tony Brantley Harbor subdivision, just north of Altamonte Springs, want authorities to shut the men down. This week the neighbors won their fight. The pornsite operator moved out of the house, taking his half-dozen attractive young men and several dozen videocameras with him.
UPDATE: There's already a fake tape on KaZaa. View fake Paris Hilton tape screen captures here. These shots are actually of pornstar Krystal Steal in Up and Cummers #98. Click here for the very latest breaking updates on the Paris Hilton sex tape. PS: Comments turned off for this item because it was drawing too much spam from scam artists. Monday, August 25, 2003
(KiSS is a computer paper doll format. Neither of the articles on this site explain the term, which is annoying. From the big KiSS page at Otakuworld, I learned that it's an acronym for Kisekae Set System, from the Japanese kisekae ningyou. You need free KiSS player software to play with the doll sets, which have .lzh extensions.) Sunday, August 24, 2003
The son of a former Church of Christ preacher, Herbison, 47, has fought Metro to a draw over the regulation of adult-oriented businesses. He's blamed in part for stopping the enforcement of a 1997 Metro adult-entertainment ordinance, and he's at war once again with Metro officials over a law that bars adult businesses from doing 'round-the-clock business. He may be the reason that the shop that bills itself as "the World's Largest Adult Book Store" — long considered by many to be an eyesore for tourists driving Interstate 40 downtown — remains open. [...] The "intellectual rigor" and the ever-changing obscenity laws keep him interested, he says, as well as a wariness for the power of the government. "Very few of us would be comfortable allowing government to chose our own reading material. I don't think it wise to let the government choose someone else's either."
With Seattle's economy currently in the toilet, now is a time for bold thinking, new ideas, and fresh new "revenue enhancements," as they say. It is, in other words, the perfect time for our city officials--and our city as a whole--to take this leap. And as scary of an idea as a Seattle red-light district may seem, it's not like the concept is an unproven one--Hamburg, Amsterdam, and many other cities have red-light districts that are not only the heart of all sleaze in those cities, but tourist attractions as well. Plus, there's an added benefit: By inviting all of Seattle's sleazy businesses and illegal trades into one neighborhood, sin, squalor, and crime would be drained from other neighborhoods. This, in turn, would make sin in Seattle easier to police, not to mention regulate and, yes, tax; strip clubs, porn shops, brothels, jack shacks--each offers much taxation opportunity, revenues our state, and our city, sorely need. |
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