So I'm writing an entry about an illustrated version of Heather's short story Swell appearing in this month's Penthouse, right? And figured I'd mention that it's also in the collection Shameless: Women's Intimate Erotica, edited by the lovely and talented Hanne Blank. Thought I'd link to where you could order a copy direct from the editor at her site, but trying to visit from work, I got a Very Stern Warning that her site violates The Man's Internet Usage Policies, and access was de-nied.
Was a bit confused by this, showing either how naive or how jaded I am. I'm honestly not sure which.
So yesterday I tried Heather's.
Stop looking at me like that. She assured me it was safe.
Nope. Same warning.
Damn. Black man can't even visit his porn star dyke girlfriend's web site at work. What is this world coming to?
Anyhow, due to circumstances beyond my control, I can't tell you for sure if there's still a sample image from the Penthouse version up at her journal; check the recent archives if it ain't there no more.
Me, I've been meaning to pick up the magazine, but my hippy impulses insist that I support an independent bookseller rather than getting it at the local White Hen Pantry or something. So I guess I'll head into Women and Children First after work and ask the woman behind the counter if they carry Penthouse.
Liz found this notion amusing when I mentioned it to her last Thursday. No idea why.
Figure the best case scenario is me doing a historical reenactment from "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air." And the worst case is tomorrow's Sun-Times running a story about how the mangled body of a Negro was found in the dumpster behind a local bookstore.
"Somebody fucked his shit up," said the Streets and Sanitation worker who discovered the victim.
Aaron...& a "historical reenactment of 'The Fresh Prince'"...
I...excuse me, there's been a head-on collision of a few things in my brain- must go troubleshoot.
[& that was the best case? Whoops- more squealing, gotta run...]
(wipes limeade off monitor)
Something like that, yeah, honey. Be careful, those bookstore dykes can be crazy mean.
Sigh. Fine. I mentioned to Heather that I'd try picking the magazine up at Early to Bed if the W&CF thing didn't pan out.
And then she laughed at me.
Hope both of you kids are feeling better.
yeah, i only look at penthouse for the stories, too.
good thing i work for the state. they don't care about inappropriate content as much as they do inappropriate use of bandwidth. although a bunch of people working at the state capitol did get fired recently for surfing the "wrong" sites, but that's just because the dumbasses kept archiving nasty pics on their hard drives. haven't those idiots heard of remote file servers?
you'll hack out of your employer's internet usage policy enforcement protocol soon enough, i'm confident. ask my hostess, liz(ard), she knows everything.