November 25th, 2009
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November 24th, 2009
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November 19th, 2009
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November 18th, 2009
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November 17th, 2009
by Amelia G : November 15th, 2009  Many folks who fancy themselves individualistic iconoclasts like to imagine that there is some 80’s movie villain guy or some beautiful blonde debutante girl (with huge knockers) who is holding them back. The dismal reality is that counterculture fails to be stronger because, too often, it eats its own. Comedian Chris Rock does a joke about how the reason women do not rule the world is because they hate each other i.e. when a man sees his buddy with a great girl, he thinks he wants one like that, and, when a woman sees her pal with a great guy, she thinks she wants that guy. Many disadvantaged groups, from Bohemians to Blacks, have to deal with some pushback from the overculture and undermining in their own culture. Black community leaders have addressed some of the issue within their community by political action, forging ahead, and coining phrases such as “hater” to describe sometime peers who seek to destroy those like them who find any success. Counterculture community leaders deal with this cultural cannibalism by posting that they are totally going to stop tweeting on Twitter. Next time you feel like you just can’t get a break, take a look in the mirror and ask yourself when was the last time you said something supportive to or about someone in your community and when was the last . . .
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by Amelia G : November 15th, 2009  Some time ago, I wrote a piece about Secret Diary of a Call Girl, then airing on Showtime. This weekend, the writer of the book and blogs the show was based on came forward and unmasked herself. Rumor is that she decided to expose her true identity because some ex-boyfriend was shopping her story to the tabloids. She says she decided to out herself because it wasn’t much fun not being able to go to her own book release party for the recently released Belle De Jour’s Guide to Men. Around this time last year, Belle wrote in her blog, “ What I write about is something every depiction of prostitution in this country in recent years has not been permitted to say. There will be no comeuppance. There will be no guilt and shame. And most importantly, there will be no white goddamn knight . . . Myself, personally, I am enjoying life. Neither in spite of nor because of my past but because I choose to . . . because no one else wants to say these things, I can: I will. I am unrepentant. I make no apologies for my past or what I write. And my future will be no worse than yours as a result.” It will be sociologically interesting to see how outing herself pans out for her future. So far, people’s reactions seem mixed. Because here is the kicker: Belle de Jour is a research scientist who specializes in the impact of pesticides on children, such as exotic cancers. So the people who were hoping best-selling author and high end escort Belle was pathetic in her real life are disappointed. And the part-time sex workers who hand themselves a blue ribbon and an award for having got through a few months of college are feeling a bit inadequate. There are exceptions, but a lot of the press on Dr. Brooke Magnanti seems sort of hostile, like they either have to refer to her research science as obscure or her sexual past as very very naughty. My response: How fucking cool is it that someone could be hot enough to charge three hundred pounds an hour via Barbarella’s escort agency as a young woman and go on to be both a witty best-selling author and work on science to help sick children?! That is like female Buckeroo Banzai . . .
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November 16th, 2009
Current Mood:  alien
by Amelia G : October 22nd, 2009 Olatunde Osunsanmi directs the beautiful Milla Jovovich in The Fourth Kind. Close Encounters was the third kind i.e. contact with extraterrestrials. The Fourth Kind is alien abduction. Apparently, there is a part of Alaska which has had an unusually high number of missing persons and an unusually high number of otherwise credible people who appear to truly believe they have been the victims of alien abductions. The movie is part documentary and part reenactment, juxtaposing videotapes psychologist Dr. Abigail Tyler made of patients with reenactments by Milla Jovovich. I may have a stronger opinion one way or the other, after seeing the movie, but I’m personally on the fence on what to think about alien life forms performing experiments on humans. By the way, according to the alien interaction scale, the second kind is collecting evidence of aliens and the first kind is just sighting a UFO. Perhaps Kids in the Hall can offer some insight: Alien 1: So what’s bothering you? Alien 2: Ah, lately I just keep wondering what’s the point? Alien 1: The point? Alien 2: Yeah. What’s the point of what we do? Alien 1: Sorry, I don’t follow you Alien 2: Well, I mean, we travel 250,000 light years across the universe, abduct humans, probe them anally and release them. Alien 1: Yeah? And? Alien 2: Well, doesn’t it seem kind of pointless? Alien 1: I really don’t think about it. Alien 2: Well don’t you think you should? Alien 1: No, I don’t think I should. I don’t think I should question the . . .
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by Amelia G : October 21st, 2009 
Gingerdead</strong></a>’s Calan Ree asks the important questions. Why is candy corn so emblematic of Halloween and why does candy corn taste so much less . . .
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November 13th, 2009
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November 12th, 2009
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November 10th, 2009
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November 6th, 2009
How awesome is it that Nina Sin has a cheerleader outfit like this!? Forrest Black and I knew we were going to shoot her in this outfit the moment we saw it. The only hard part was for all of us to stop suggesting cheers for Satan, so we would not be giggling through the shots. Full set posted to Blue Blood VIP today.

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November 5th, 2009
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November 4th, 2009
Current Mood:  Benadryl starting to work
Like Dave Chappelle says, intolerable. (Except that my job is mostly pretty cool, aside from feeling responsible for so many people.) I wish there was a battery of tests for IQ and reading comprehension, which people had to pass before they were given access to the internet. I would not ignore someone who was talking to me at a party, unless I felt really hostile towards them for some reason and was trying to be rude. Alas, too many people on the internet are not worth engaging at all, even when they are speaking directly to me. It just does not come naturally to me to dismiss people, even anonymous trolls, as too insignificant to reply to. And I always think people will see reason, if given the opportunity. LOL. But I'm learning. I hope.
November 2nd, 2009
Current Mood:  exhausted
Current Music: traffic noise finally replacing effing leaf blowers
This is a sample shot from the 15th set of Rachel Face forrestblack and I shot which has been published in the Blue Blood VIP. We shot this at a nighttime hotspot called The Jockey Club. We had to wait until after the bar closed and, when we got there at like 4am, there were still some, err, patrons using the bar. They were kind enough to more or less vacate for a while, so we could shoot. 
October 31st, 2009
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Current Music: people in costume screaming incoherently at one another
Molly Winters posted to Blue Blood VIP in a set by your truly and Forrest Black called Happy Halloween. 
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