Naughty Secretary (1996)
Today is a Happy (1996)
Naughty Secretary (1996)
Today is a Happy (1996)
This morning I dreamt I was helping an old professor of mine prepare for a party in her house. My father was there, but he is dead. There were two bodies of my father actually and both standing around looking withdrawn and out of place. My father was younger than I ever remember him being. He also had a day or two or beard growth, something my father would never have, He shaved every day at least once and sometimes more if he were going to a social occasion in the evening. His skin was reddish brown as if he’d been burnt from long regular periods of exposure to too much sun. His skin was more tanned that I remembered it ever being. There was a brown or burnt mark on his cheek as if he’d been further burned in one smallish spot, like from leaning against a light bulb.
I kept a distance from him. I could feel him ask me: Why are you afraid of me? I don’t recall if he had an audible voice or not. We may have been communicating telepathically. He thought that I possessed some prejudice about him. I didn’t understand what he was talking about because I’d always believed that he was the prejudice one not me. Was I afraid to talk to him because I was and prejudice about his being dead? Or was I prejudice because he was blue-collar and sun burnt from working outside? He did not look happy being dead. There were two exact images of him as if he was split in two, but two complete bodies. One spoke to me, and the other stood was off to the side, maybe looking away at the people in the other room or outside. He looked like he was forty years old, not eighty-something, the age he would be if he were alive today. Although he looked lost and kind of sad, he told me not to be afraid.
I looked around and saw other party guests off in the distance- people close in age to him who are still alive. I saw my partner’s parents and my old professor. My mother was not there. She was not invited to the party.
There he is
And the sleeping
To watch him
Out of sight
Under the bed
To cut it off
Cut all that fuckin’
Heavy fuckin’ metal
Cloggin’ up the drain
Samson head of hair
It’s the nineties
You Will Explode. ink on paper. 6″ x 9″ 2012.
Lot 2001 is a short-term artist retreat located in an industrial neighborhood on the Eastside of Los Angeles. Inspired by artist friends who can no longer afford to live in LA, Lot 2001 provides cost–free temporary accommodations for visual artists, writers and performers who have an urgent need.
Lot 2001 includes lodging in a vintage travel trailer on a seven thousand square foot secured lot with shared kitchen and bath facilities in the main studio building. The adjacent outdoor space may be used to present large-scale artworks or experimental performance. There is gated parking for vehicles and bicycles; a twenty-four hour bus line that connects to Union Station in Downtown Los Angeles is located just one block away.
Curated by multi-disciplinary artist Margie Schnibbe, Lot 2001 seeks to provide multiple levels of support for visual artists, writers and performers with limited financial means.
This is not about my late night trips to the backroom of Circus of Books to shop for porn. Most times there are other men in the backroom but I ignore them and I am sure to never make any eye contact at all. I take my fuck magazines and fuck DVDs home and either use them immediately or toss them in a pile to open and enjoy at a later date. Most times it’s more about the urge to shop for porn in public than to have to use it right away. I enjoy the physicality of shopping, looking at thousands of glossy box covers lined up on the shelves, piled in bins, naked male bodies-on-bodies, all touching one another like a man-on-man porno gangbang, hundreds of dirty magazines in clean plastic sleeves laid out in cardboard boxes, on and under a makeshift display table, more male-on-male bodies touching one another. I like to have a tactile shopping experience, to hold the product in my hands, inspect each piece carefully in order to find something like perfection within my ten to twenty-dollar budget range. I like to buy movies and magazines loaded with cock. My personal porn is all about the cock.
This is not about my fear that I am a pervert. Because I accept that I am a pervert. I saw my first live public sex act when I was 16 years old in an after-hours leather club in New York City called Hellfire. One man was giving another man a blowjob while everyone either watched or just went about their business drinking, smoking, chatting, doing drugs and relaxing. There were backrooms too and we wandered through the dark corridors seeking out all of the sex happening in the shadows. A man watched me pee in the toilet. I watched the man watching me and I felt pleasure. This is my life, the (semi-public) sex act is always there lurking, it’s omnipresent, and I am either watching or not, being watched or not, participating, directing or not.
The Year is 1992. Your Taxed Social Security Earnings = $0.
The Year is 1993. Your Taxed Social Security Earnings = $0.
This is really not just about the sex. There have been times in my life when I turned my sex drive, desire, and passion for voyeurism into money. In New York I had been paid to participate in hundreds of sado-masochistic scenes with strange men in private. In that moment I was very present, always engaged and sometimes aroused, but forced myself to keep a professional distance. You see I am not really a sex-play-as-lifestyle kind of person. I am very busy and I don’t have the time for fancy sex, unless of course I am being paid to participate in some fashion. I have always been very confused about my personal relationship between sex and money. There was a time when I pretended that the professional sex thing with me was just about the money. But it is not. I have a sex obsession.
Throughout my life I’ve had all kinds of odd jobs: off-the-books-under-the-table jobs, cooking jobs, design jobs, market research jobs, teaching jobs, film production jobs, internet jobs, go-go dancer, dominatrix, porno, sex industry jobs. I’ve given hand jobs for money and also a few blowjobs too. I have been for much of my life a bohemian and although I am a great worker, I’ve never taken the concept of career job or job security very seriously. I do what I need to do to make enough money to get by.
The Year is 2006. Your Taxed Social Security Earnings = $16,871.
In Los Angeles I have been paid to write and direct commercial pornography. Writing directing, production designing and editing a porn film takes an enormous amount of time and attention. The sex part is fun, but the pay for the filmmakers is not so good when you average out the amount of hours it takes to complete and promote a major project. And when I was unwilling to compromise my vision, I was unable to find another job.
The Year is 2007. Your Taxed Social Security Earnings = $2150.
Now this is not about the sex in any way. This is all about the money. I am always in trouble. No matter how I make a living, at the end of the month or the year I have a surplus of zero dollars. So why bother working a job when I can live on credit cards? I accepted multiple credit card offers I was sent in the mail.
January 2010. Your Total Outstanding Credit Card balance = $21,930.
Reluctantly, I took an office job to pay off my credit cards. And the more payments I made, the more cards I was offered. I continue to receive multiple offers every day, but I refuse them all.
The Year is 2011. Your Taxed Social Security Earnings = $43,006.
This is about the money and this is about the sex. There is no sex in the office. There is only sex at home and it is not fancy sex. I am very busy and I don’t have time for fancy sex. I am a pervert. I pay for my porn with cash.
Flashback Berlin 2006: My work in the German tabloid B. Z. thanks to Porn Film Festival Berlin! This is a still from a porn film I directed called East Side Story shot in the east side of LA. The model is Dana DeArmond and the photo was taken by Winkytiki. I gave away that kitty painting and I often think about it… it was so cute. And Dana is cute too! Oddly enough, eight years after we filmed East Side Story I moved into a studio just a few blocks away…