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Big Apple Pony Patrol

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My final stop-off in New York started off well when my journo friend, Jo, took me to a night in the penthouse of a hotel by the Empire State Building. That sounds quite risqué but it wasn’t that sort of night in a penthouse. It was an evening organised by the Alaskan tourist board. Here is me and Jo when, miraculously, we …

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Spicy Maddow

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After the Emily Dickinson house in Massachusetts, Meg and Jenn and I headed up into what you call the ‘sticks’ in search of a Rachel Maddow sighting. Rachel Maddow, the newscaster is huge with American lesbians, but there’s always a bit of a Rachel Maddow/Ellen Degeneres divide. Ellen is like the shallow rock star on the west coast: While Maddow is …

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Emily Dickinson’s Meth Lab

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My Northampton, Massachusetts friends, Meg and Jenn, took me on a cultural tour of the area yesterday beginning with cider donuts. To be honest, they weren’t as good as the ones I had in LA at the Mexican shop called “Yum Yum Donuts,” but maybe that’s because I didn’t have a hangover this time. Jenn was very excited to see these: …

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Alphagasms

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Here’s a PDF of my “Alphagasm” story about Nicole Daedone and Orgasmic Meditation which appeared in the Sunday Times last weekend. There are ten regions to the clitoris, apparently. ST alphagasm I describe Daedone as teaching in a mansion in Bel Air in LA under the “neo-classical pillars.” But I just checked on my picture and well, the neo-classical pillars seem …

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Future Sex

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One of my favourite things on my travels has been to check out the State of the American Sexual Nation at various sex shops around the country. My favourite and the most friendly I have come across has to be this one in Northampton, Massachusetts called, Oh My. Here’s me and the woman who runs it, Carol Gesell. She caught …

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Peter Pan v André Gide

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At the risk of this blog seeming to be all about bus rides and donuts, here is another bus ride story. This time it’s one from Boston (Corona-Hating Town) to Northampton, Massachusetts (“Lesbianville”). I was going to stay with my friend, Meg who I met at Betty Dodson’s masturbation class three years ago. Arrival on the East coast proved a …

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Here Comes Trouble…

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Meet Kevin Carter, aka felon number 86, 079. I had the good fortune to meet Kevin, 55, this week in Glenwood, New Mexico, the one-horse town where Tutu and I stayed in 2001. Kevin is going to prison for 3 and a half years on June 24th for Crystal Meth possession but he’s sanguine about it. He has a “grandfather” prison …

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Dress-Up Hell

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This is Deeta Von Teese in her shy and retiring days:   It was taken at Maxim’s in Paris during fashion week of 2004 and I’d just started my job as party editor of Harper’s Bazaar. I think I’d been on the chocolate cigarettes again, by the look of me. I always had a party question when I was in …

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Lust is Life, etc

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Four years ago today, shining light, show girl and fellow traveller, Tutu Tedder succumbed to the whims of Mademoiselle Cancer, as Timothy Leary called her when she struck him. Tutu was the inspiration behind not just my novel Trix but behind most of my writing from 1999, when I met her, until she died in 2012 at the age of …

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Greyhound Utopia Club

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I thought, “Either I’m at the Greyhound bus station in Los Angeles or I’ve come by accident to the casting of a Rhianna video. Luckily, nobody had remembered to pack their weapons  but there were a lot of glittery crop tops, big boots, guys in basketball shorts, a Hispanic-looking Madame type in a criss-cross, laced-up-the-side leopard print skirt and black gloves …