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September 2010

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Slave Update

September 28, 2010

                  Here’s the latest email from my slave: Aside from a slight repetitiveness and the continuous misspelling of the word “so,” I can not really complain about this email. It’s actually pretty spot on, if you ask me. Fuck… my increasing irreverence when it comes to receiving messages and photographs of this nature is actually beginning to frighten me. I think. Sort of. Maybe. Not really. Below is some information about my…

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Growing Up

September 23, 2010

My slave–so sweet!So I’m becoming an adult I guess. Since moving to America nearly four months ago I’ve gotten a bank account, a phone that turns on without the assistance of a safety pin and a hammer, and… get ready, an apartment! I’m officially un-homeless. Weird!This whole process of growing up has been a weird mix of excitement and apprehension. For starters, I paid my first rent check OF MY LIFE the other day, which I guess is sort of…

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Get To Work

September 21, 2010

Pic @ Ellen Rogers The girl lies on the bed, naked, drunk and pretty. “My name is Amy,” she’s saying, “but I recently changed it to Cher because it sounds more… more… interesting I guess? I just think it makes me seem more like… like…” The boy and I sit upright at her feet, half dressed. We’re watching her like she’s a TV. She has long, flaxen hair and skin creamy like milk. “Look,” says the boy, silencing her with…

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About Time

September 16, 2010

Hi Julia Wagner! I’ve decided it’s about time I went on birth control, as I recently discovered an abortion in America costs $600–not free like on England’s NHS—meaning I should probably stop considering it a casual form of contraception. Because I don’t have insurance, I don’t have the money for a real doctor and have to go to Planned Parenthood instead. It doesn’t really make a difference to me; I’m not fussy. However I recently walked past the clinic nearest…

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Another Slave

September 13, 2010

About a year ago, back when I was living in that shithole Squallyoaks in south London, my squatmates and I briefly owned a slave. We found him through his personal ad on Gumtree.com. “Chore Slave Seeks Dominant Abusive Master,” I believe it said To the rest of the world our slave was a 28-year-old lawyer from Nepal, but to us he was a servant. Twice a week he would come over and do our dirty work – wash our dishes,…

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London artist and shaman Matthew Stone talks art, dying gods and the future of spirituality

September 11, 2010

I interviewed my friend Matthew Stone for the current issue of Vogue Hommes Japan. Here’s it is, along with a selection of his amazing images!  Matthew Stone’s whole being is geared toward a life lived as art. Orchestrating a miscreant scene of visionary youths where celestial bodies fit together and one becomes another, Stone’s rapturous and beautiful images help us to imagine a future where everything is possible. Cited as one of the most influential artists of his generation, whether…

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Friends I’ll Never Meet: Slutever (the band)

September 7, 2010

  I hereby introduce you to Slutever, a new fuzzy, lo-fi garage band with edgy lyrics who don’t give a fuck about stuff. Like we need another one of those. Slutever is Rachel and Nicole from Philadelphia. At first I despised Slutever because they totally jacked my name. (Just to clarify, my blog existed long before the band and is far more culturally relevant.) However, I recently gave in and listened to their music, and, though I hate to admit…

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Eating Bunny

September 5, 2010

Photo @ Slutever Bunny’s in New York. He’s here sorting out his visa for when he goes back to university in London next week. He’s getting his masters–something to do with Asia, I forget. Lately I’ve been having the urge to eat him. Every time we’re together I just want to put all of him in my mouth, to devour him fully. I guess it’s a mixture of wanting to keep him here and wanting to “be one with him,”…

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