Mano-a-Mano

For the last couple weeks, I was guestblogging on Boing Boing, which was awesome and terrific and great. Thank you so much to Xeni for inviting me, and thank you to Cory, Pesco, and Mark for allowing me to join in the fun. It was my second time, and it really is such a great time. When you do it, you find out how free and loose and interesting the entire process is, and for anyone who spends a large amount of their time obeying rules and is perhaps someone who is more inclined towards breaking rules than bowing to them, to be set free is truly a wonderful thing.

During my tenure there, I posted about the Brock Lesnar vs. Frank Mir fight. I had been pretty excited about the fight since it was announced lo' I don't know how long ago. I take a keen but casual interest in MMA. Why? I don't know. I'm sure lots of people have lots of ideas about how it's not really a sport, and it's like the WWE, and it's nothing but glorified bar fighting or some such thing. In my opinion, whatever that's worth, it isn't. I can see how it would appear to be that way from the outside, but those characterizations simply aren't true. I think it's compelling and brutal and sort of, well, beautiful ugly. If you know what I mean by that, you get it. If you don't, you don't.

I've been interested in Lesnar for some time now, for a few different reasons. He's part man and part cartoon. He's not just big, he's huge. He's a freak, of sorts. I identify with that. I'm 6'1", and when I was a kid, I would go to the doctor, and the doctor would hold up a chart that showed where all the other kids were in terms of height, and then to show me where I fit in, the doctor would point at a space above the page. Sometimes, freaks of nature are real.

I shifted a character in my novel-in-progress to approximate him. And I was really looking forward to the fight. And I was pretty interested in seeing Mir getting his face pounded in after all the smack he had been talking. The fight may have not been the greatest fight ever--Lesnar's main technique seemed to amount to smooshing Mir--but it wasn't bad. In case you missed it, Lesnar won.

When I posted on Boing Boing about it, I was surprised by the comments. People were disgusted by it: by the sport, by the photo, by the spectacle. At one point, someone referred to me as "scum." Many asserted that this was not a wonderful thing. This one came the closest as to why I posted it:

Maybe Susannah was trying for a meta reference to the opposite of pr0n? Instead of two (or more) people trying to explore each other's bodies, MMA is two people trying their best to deconstruct each others bodies. Both can use the adjective pounding to equal effect as well...

Mostly, it was about the photograph. It is a brilliant photograph that tells the story of the fight, what happens when you say one thing and another happens in the ring, what goes down when you stop talking and something else takes over.

Oh, the Valley

I put together a mini-photo essay about the Valley on Boing Boing.

I took these photos on the set of an adult movie in the San Fernando Valley this April. It was April 10th, to be exact. Which is my birthday. Why I was on the set of an adult movie on my birthday is another story altogether. The story of my life.

Read it.

Random Emails That I Have Recently Received

Here are some emails that I have gotten as of late. You send them. I publish them.

Regarding "Letters from Johns":

I know the blog is now closed, but I just wanted to say that its something that really touched me. I've been on the Internet pretty much since its been around and it seems so rare to find actual, touching stories like those that are on there. I've always felt like the Internet could be something that would bring people together. Yet it seems so rare.

Its 2am and I found myself clicking page, after page, after page. So many of the stories I could relate to. Everything from religion to rejection. I guess its like all the stories you imagine men might tell, but you never hear about.

I'm not sure why you decided to do the project, but I just wanted to say that I'm glad you did. There are so many times in my life recently that I feel like I'm abnormal and that I'm never going to find friends or that special someone. Then I read all of these stories and realize that yet once again these people are all around me. But yet I still don't know how to find or communicate with them.

Reading all of it doesn't really make me feel changed or anything like that. But it touched me in a way that made me want to reach out to whom-ever decided to put all those stories together and share them with the world. Which was obviously you. So thank you. I'd say 'keep doing it' but you already seem like one of those people who will. For that, I'm sure there are many of us out here who are grateful. Even if its only in very small ways.

Thank you

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Regarding the Boing Boing post that I wrote about Frank Mir v. Brock Lesnar:

Ms. Breslin, 

While I have quite enjoyed most of your posts on BoingBoing, I have to say that I am very disappointed that you posted the results of the most recent UFC fight.

Despite the debate that raged on whether it was a "wonderful" post or not, I have to say that, as an expatriate who cannot watch the fights on PPV or tape delay, you have effectively ruined two of the biggest cards of the night for me. I had successfully avoided most websites where the results might possibly have been posted and BoingBoing was the absolutely last place I would have expected to see them.  Even if you don't much care for sports or big sporting events, in the future, please try to avoid posting the results online.

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Regarding--well, nothing. This guy I don't know sends me random emails sometimes that I publish. This is the latest. The subject header: "This is not a lame way to ask for a phone number."

I was drunk. It's almost impossible to me to be completely sincere when I'm not and if the subject is my own emotions, that adds up a little more difficulties to the situation. Anyway, I was really drunk and alone, trying to say something that was -besides my own difficulties- hard to say, but I had to say it anyway! So, there was no one who I thought it could get what I wanted to say the way I was trying to put it. So I thought in two persons: One it was you, the other was an old friend who I haven't seen in years. I called her. She spoke a sincere and effusive "Hello! How have you been?" and then I said -half drunk, half more drunk-: "We people don't speak the same language. I'm not talking about english, spanish, russian, etc. I mean when we talk to each other we don't mean the same things even if we use the same words. Everybody has a different language even for the simplest words like 'worried' or 'angry', we mean totally different things when we -try to- speak. So, I believe we get confused. We believe we understand each other because part of our languages are similar and in that exact point we can imagine we understand each other, but we don't. The truth is that we don't...", then she said: "Okay... go on...". So I continued: "The thing for which I'm calling you is because I've always felt that you and I we speak a very similar language and I've never said this before but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about". She stood in silence for a few seconds and said "I get it, I know what you mean. Are you ok? Are you drunk?". I said "Yes and I'm sorry about that, but I thought this would be interesting for you to hear and I needed to say it before I get worst". She said "Ok, don't worry it's ok, I get to thinking many many things about me and my own stuff, I wish you get over whatever you are going through, I send you a big hug and a kiss". I said "Ok, me too, see you then, bye". And I got to sleep.

That was more then a week ago and today I visited your flickr and your blog and I remembered you were the other person I wanted to say this. I'm not drunk this time but now I'm much better than that day and for my own surprise I remember every word I said when I made that drunk-call. So, this is not a lame way to ask for your phone number, but I thought you might wanted to read it.

Para ser sincero, no tengo ni la menor idea de porqué te uso para hablar conmigo mismo; me sorprende tal vez más a mi que a ti. En fin, hay cosas que no tienen explicación. Gracias por leerme y por dejar que a veces hasta mi voz se asome entre tus posts.

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Xeni says the last part means:

"To be sincere, I don't have the slightest idea what use you'd have in talking to me. It surprises me possibly more than it does you. In the end, though, there are things that do not have an explanation. Thank you for reading me and for allowing my voice to appear within your blog posts from time to time."

Image via This isn't happiness.

The Best of the Worst

There are a few things that have been popular on this site over the last year or so. Since Boing Boing traffic, where I continue to guestblog this week, continues to pound the site, I thought I would point you to them.

"To the Max":

Watching Little's work is less like watching a porn movie than it is akin to witnessing a vivisection. On the screen, Hardcore bends over the female bodies before him, sometimes with speculum in hand, as if attempting to get at something within her at which he can never quite get, and so to which he is doomed to return, his methods more and more hardcore.

"My New American Apparel Ad":

If you haven't noticed it already, I've got a new American Apparel ad up on the site. The model is adult film star turned star of Steven Soderbergh's upcoming call girl movie "The Girlfriend Experience" Sasha Grey. Won't you welcome Sasha?

"The 2 Girls 1 Cup Defense":

To wit, Isaacs trades in shock videos, including fecal-themed features like "Laurie's Toilet Show" and "Hollywood Scat Amateurs No. 7" and bestiality videos like "Gang Bang Horse (Pony Sex Game)."

There you have it. Porn, smut, and shit. This is my ouevre.

Buy Me Now

Is this a significant object? I wrote a story about this pin as part of a project. Now, you can win the story and the pin on eBay.

A talented, creative writer invents a story about an object. Invested with new significance by this fiction, the object should -- according to our hypothesis -- acquire not merely subjective but objective value. How to test our theory? Via eBay!

Read all about it here. Relatedly, I got a mention on The New Yorker website, which was kind of awesome.

Interview with Sarah May Scott

Over on the mothership that is Boing Boing, where I am guestblogging, I interviewed Sarah May Scott.

SB: Are you a cyborg?

SS: I am not a cyborg, but I am getting closer and closer to being a terminator. My back is already full of titanium, and I've got a radio-controlled device in my abdomen that feeds medication into my spinal canal. If the trials go well, I hope to get my chance at being the female Hardiman with the ReWalk system. You can start calling me Ripley when that happens.

Read it.

Holla at Ya' Boing Boing

My gracious, there are a lot of Boing Boing readers coming through here. A bit like coming home to find someone riffling through your underwear drawer! Thank the Lord I threw out those granny panties.

Anyway.

I am sure none of you know who I am. I mean, I don't even know who I am. I am a writer. Sometimes, I write journalism -- or should I say "journalism." There are links to some stories that I've written in the sidebar on your left, on the pressing issues of our times like ... well, I can't remember. But I'm sure they're important.

I also take photos, but I'm not very good at it. At some point during my all-too-brief Boing Boing tenure, I will post some of them. Hopefully, you will like them. Or not! Either way, I'll never know. Thankfully.

These days, I'm pretty into twittering, which is probably the dumbest self-description I've ever committed to the ether, but there you have it.

I'm working on a novel set in the adult movie industry. I try not to talk about it, because working on it is, well, ah, eh ... Yeah. So.

I'm tall, moody, and dislike humidity with a religious fervor.

Consider yourself educated.

Boing [Updated]

Yeah, hey! So, welcome if you are coming here from Boing Boing, where I am guestblogging.

This is my blog. Also, I write articles. You can find some of them around here. And I take photos. And I also have a Twitter. If I weren't so lazy, I'd link to some of those, but they're in the sidebars, you know?

Today on Boing Boing, I blogged about the e-wasteland, a Michael Jackson memorial apartment, and Ron Jeremy.

I don't know what else to say other than: "Hi!"

And, today was a better day than yesterday.

Update: I wrote a few more Boing Boing posts for today because I could not stop myself: $ma$h the Wall $treeter$! and hawt couture.

Guestblogging on Boing Boing Starts Tomorrow!

The last week has kind of sucked balls, but tomorrow I'll be starting my second guestblogging stint on Boing Boing. Regarding this matter, I would say that I am very excited, wonderful delighted, and truly happy.

Guestblogging on Boing Boing is one of the most fun things I've ever done because a) you get to do whatever you want, b) it allows you to focus on the wonderful things, and c) no one shouts at you.

Thank you to the incomparably awesome Xeni Jardin for inviting me and to Cory Doctorow, Mark Frauenfelder, and David Pescovitz for allowing me to run around in their front yard waving my hands and screaming and making a mess.

I'll be checking in here daily with various related affairs.

Boiiing.

Guestblogging At Slate.com

Next week, I'll be guestblogging at Slate.com's blog for women, The XX Factor. Thank you to Hanna Rosin for inviting me. Of course, I'll be blogging here, too. Have a great weekend. Because you never know when there'll be another one quite like this one.