Saturday, February 11th: Molly Crabapple’s Tarts and Flowers Show

January 31, 2006


click for official web invite
Not only will I be at Miss Molly Crabapple’s art show on February 11th, I will be there in an official capacity, as a “cigarette girl” selling merchandise. Here is what happened last time Molly had an art show and demanded that I serve as merch girl:


Molly, me, go-go dancer Lady J


Why is Molly grabbing my chest? We don’t even remember.
Go to MollyCrabapple.com

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dominatrix cleared of murder; ex-boyfriend forced to decline flogging

January 31, 2006

From CNN.com, link via Gawker:

During his closing argument to the jury, prosecutor Robert Nelson put on a black leather mask with a zippered mouth opening and re-enacted the bondage session.

With both hands, he reached back and clutched the top of a blackboard as if strapped to the rack. Then he hung his head as if dead.

Asher’s lawyer objected, and the judge agreed.

“That’s enough Mr. Nelson,” Judge Charles Grabau said. “Thank you for your demonstration.”

Who knew? Jurisprudence is kinky.

Somewhat relatedly, about eight months ago, my then-boyfriend went over to a friend’s apartment to fix her electrical wiring. She was stuck in the dark, broke, and had some kind of situation in which getting help from the landlord or super was not an option. I was certainly not opposed to the boyfriend helping out — the problem was that the friend, though broke, was a professional dominatrix, and offered him a flogging as barter for the repairs.

Now, the demands of monogamy aside, I find it interesting, economically speaking, that a flogging can have such a high cash value, yet be so far from a universal currency; it is not a miscible good. For instance, if you ran a home pie-baking or jewelry-making or French-language-lesson business, and you needed a cat-sitter, I’d say you’d run a pretty good chance of finding a cat-sitter willing to trade for pies or jewelry or French lessons. But if what you have to offer is a (fully professional) half-hour of electro-torture or ball-kicking — although the cash value of those services is higher than that of the pies, jewelry or French lessons — I’m not sure your search for a cat-sitter would go as well for you (or for the cat).

Update: In the comments, “B” left the following remark regarding CNN’s headline “Dominatrix beats manslaughter rap”:

Just add a comma, and it becomes a title for one of the best Hardcore Rap/S&M Club crossover albums, Dominatrix Beats, Manslaughter Rap.

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Wonder Woman blogathon

January 30, 2006

I invite you to read and enjoy Syd Bernstein’s My Doctoral Fucking Thesis on Wonder Girl on the Wonder Woman Blog, which, in the true spirit of the Wonder Woman blog, he has illustrated in part with (no frontal nudity but one naked Wonder-ass) photos of porn star Nikki Nova as Wonder Woman.

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we suffer for fashion

January 30, 2006

I am modeling in a Baroness latex-couture fashion show this weekend. The Baroness’s assistant was emailing me about a fitting, and then checked my blog and wrote:

PS just looked at your blog, sorry about your accident - but fear not, you will barely even stand out if you are covered in bruises at my party! You can just pretend they are from a significant sadist in your life!

Wow.

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breaking super-important news

January 30, 2006

“Funny women a turnoff for most men”

Update: Chicks & Giggles founder Nichelle responds.

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hark, the herald angels are heralding way too early

January 30, 2006

Sickening! From my home state of Virginia, a new radio station: NickFM, all Christmas music, all the time. Only 328 days til Christmas!

Related posts:

the redneck riviera
and I owe this moment of fame to … the gout

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TONIGHT: historic post-collision free comedy show

January 30, 2006

Not that I didn’t still just get hit by a goddamn cab, but … the show must go on? Please come commiserate and be entertained tomorrow (tonight) at Pete’s Candy Store. Will someone please call me a “trooper”? Mom? Seriously, come to my free comedy show and see some comedy by funny people who did not get hit by cabs.

Monday, January 30th
The After-School Comedy Special
Pete’s Candy Store
(L train to Lorimer — see map)
7:30-9pm
Free

Featuring Baron Vaughn, Carolyn Castiglia, Liz Miele, Andrew Wright, and Shawn Hollenbach.

The After-School Comedy Special mixes performances by top young comedians with nostalgic diversions including free candy, and Mad Libs!

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midnight

January 30, 2006

The ambulance came and my apartment was full of paramedics; they said that I could go to the hospital, but I’d probably just be made to wait for hours in the waiting room, given painkillers and sent home. Still here; knee still hurts. For those longtime readers of the blog — when my ex-cowboy was hit by a cab, he of course was taken to the hospital and I sped right there. But he had a broken collarbone, and I merely have a banged-up knee, a bent laptop, and a propensity for calling numbers in my cell phone and asking “What? What now?”

Practically speaking, tomorrow I go to the police station to file a civilian accident report.

The cops came to my place and waited until the ambulance arrived; while one cop went down to direct the paramedics upstairs, the other observed me, sitting on my couch, weeping for no real reason other than a sharp glimpse of death — death-perhaps-now is a hard reminder of death-certainly-later — and he asked, ever so helpfully, “Are you married?”

The cab driver who seemed nice when I was stunned and injured now seems incredibly manipulative, probably deceitful. I stood on one leg under a tiny awning, huddling against the rain, as the cab driver offered to give me “a little something” not to file a report, and I declined, asking repeatedly towards the street, towards no one, to authority figures not present: what now, what do I do? People freshly whacked by cars are notoriously easy to manipulate. The cops said I should have stayed on the scene and called 911 — in the rain, in the cold. Instead, I got into the warm cab, and listened for ten minutes as the cab driver told me he could see I was a good woman because I didn’t “pretend to fall down,” as so many people do, these people who deliberately jump in front of cabs. I had just left a tutoring job on Central Park West, prim in my Audrey-Hepburn-as-schoolteacher dress; is this a profile of a cab-jumper? A bump is now rising on my hand, from where I tried, Superman-style, to stop the car. When I got home, I saw what the cab had done to my stockings.

What are the standards for live-blogging your own auto accident? I want a Strunk & White, a stylebook of catastrophe.

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9:55pm

January 30, 2006

Cops are here. Waiting for ambulance. Who blogs like this? But what else to do? Cops say I shouldn’t have left the scene … but it was raining … and there was a car to take me home, and it hurt to stand, and there was nowhere else to go but into the cab, and back to Harlem.

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Central Park West on the crosswalk in the dark in the rain

January 30, 2006

I just got hit by a cab. Hit by a cab. And what am I doing? Blogging about it. Blogging while waiting for the cops. I am blogging … about being hit by a cab. I get hit by a cab … and I tell you. On the blog. My computer went flying. It works right now but it doesn’t sit flat anymore. My knee hurts. I just noticed I have car grease on my hand. My knee has a brand-new lump on it. The cab driver was seemingly nice and drove me home — and then he offered me money, which of course I didn’t take (who sinks to that?) What the hell does a person do?

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