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Times Square porn writer enjoys the calm before New Year’s Eve frenzy…

At last 2011 is coming to a close. I’ve definitely had better years as a freelance writer of erotica. Many of the magazines I was writing for in 2010 at this time closed down in early 2011. I lost a tremendous amount of regular income.

Still, I persevered. I figured it out last night from my daily records–I wrote, revised, and polished approximately 362,600 words–or the equivalent of SIX 60,000 word books. Or if you consider a full-length book 80,000 words, I wrote the equivalent of four and a half books. No wonder I feel discombobulated sometimes! That’s a lot of porn under the bridge. And this was an off-year assignment-wise for the reason I just stated above. The year before, when there were more magazines to write for, I wrote somewhere between 750,000 and 1,000,000 words (my records were not as meticulous last year, so I’m not exactly sure–I was too busy cranking out horny stories, girl copy, website prose, research articles and product reviews). That’s the kind of production pulp writers used to achieve back in the 1930s and 1940s…on the low end of the pulp spectrum! I’ve heard of pulp writers who did 3,000,000 words in a year (although unlike myself, they could only do that by mostly not revising or polishing). Anyway, I was a writing demon in 2010; I did as much as I could, maybe because I sensed or feared many magazines wouldn’t last. That kind of work opportunity isn’t available anymore in magazines.

So now 2011, when the sex mag business really took a hit, is coming to a close. And I sense it’s going to end noisily. I live in midtown Manhattan on the edge of Times Square, and the throngs are already blowing their little horns on the streets and whooping it up, and it’s not even 8:00 yet. You have more than four hours left to go, folks!

Yesterday I took a walk through Times Square and on the fringes of the nabe with my camera in hand. It was sunny and not too cold, and I enjoyed mingling in the crowds. When I have something to do, like making pictures, Times Square is interesting. When I’m just walking through the hordes of people, it’s annoying and stressful.

Here are some of the sights I came upon. As you’ll note, I enjoy contrasting tiny people with big billboards:

42nd Street Near 8th Avenue

42nd and Broadway

Around 45th and Broadway

Looking south from 44-45th and Broadway

In 1888, Eugene O'Neil was born on the spot where I took this picture

The ziggurat-like Paramount Building at 44th and 7th Avenue, where Frank Sinatra wowed the bobbysoxers.

Looking east from between 45th and 46th on Broadway

Later, in the evening, I went out to dinner with my camera along, and walking through the area once known as “Hell’s Kitchen” I came upon this striking sign. Two versions:

51st Street between 8th and 9th Avenues

A touch of the old Times Square & Hell's Kitchen, but timeless in its blunt force

I can’t decide what I want to do tonight. I made no plans, and money is tight, but perhaps on New Year’s Eve I could allow myself the pleasure of a lapdance or two. I have coupons to get into the strip clubs for no admission (that little ole clever carnal consumer, me). But do I want to fight my way through the crowds? I was also tempted to call friends, but I felt like being alone and maybe watching a movie and having a beer in pleasant solitude, despite the racket of the New Year’s crowds on the street. And then maybe, an hour or two before midnight, trying to work my way over to a tittie bar.

I’ve been very frugal this year, and sometimes I think I take it too far. Maybe it’s not good for a pornographer’s mental health NOT to check in with the floozies at least once a month…

Well, whether I go out or not, at least I can travel to sleazy destinations in my memory, stuffed full of the sensations of lapdances, strippers, hookers, dominatrixes, and peep show girls from my past…or through a screen capture like this one of Broadway and 52nd Street almost forty-six years ago, courtesy of the 1966 James Garner movie Mister Buddwing, a suspense thriller about an amnesia victim wandering through the raunchy old New York so many of us miss.

52nd and Broadway on the edge of Times Square, 1966

But you know something? If I walk around on the streets, I can find the film-noirish visual energy still in Hell’s Kitchen without time-traveling through memory or movies…

Click on the pic to enjoy its full intensity! This is 52nd Street and 9th Avenue, looking east toward Worldwide Plaza.

Let’s hope for a better year in 2012 for all of us who need it and want it! And thank you all for reading my blog and checking out my bizarre ebooks.

 
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Posted by on December 31, 2011 in Erotica

 

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Happy Holidays but…where did the bookstores go?

An Irish tourist came up to me yesterday near Times Square and said she’d been hunting for a bookstore to buy some gifts. I told her this was the worst neighborhood for books in Manhattan now, but if she went over to 57th Street between 5th and 6th Avenues, she could shop at Rizzoli’s.

It’s true, though. With the Borders closing at Columbus Circle, the Times Square and Clinton (aka Hell’s Kitchen) neighborhoods are without a decent bookstore.

Within these covers, treasure waits...

Borders was not the greatest bookstore, but it was a pleasant place to browse.

I think it’s kind of pathetic that with all the stuff they sell in Times Square–a lot of it crap–there is no bookstore or even a decent newsstand to browse for magazines. A “crossroads of the world” without a venue for information about that world in tangible form (i.e., books and mags) is sorely lacking.

Oh well. I like going down to Union Square anyway, so the Barnes & Noble, Forbidden Planet, and Strand will get my trade. As if I need more books anyhow!

Maybe I'm nuts, but for some reason, this stack of tomes reminds me of the Venus De Milo.

Even though I contribute to the decline of print with my own ebooks, I am thinking of publishing my stories in a paperback format too. But we’ll see if the sales of my ebooks merit such an expenditure on my part. Ebooks are inexpensive to publish; the opposite is true for paperbound volumes.

Meanwhile, if you want to read one of my stories for free, just click on the link on the top of this page for the COMPLETE SHORT STORY: DEPARTMENT STORE DOMINA! And if you like it, you can click ahead to Amazon to get a few of my others on Kindle. Don’t just fill those virginal Kindles you’ll get for gifts with high-minded literature and potboilers; they need erotica too, and if you like femdom, perhaps you’ll enjoy my excursions into the world of dominant ladies and the men who love to serve them…

If I sound a little curmudgeonly today, it’s because I’m trying to get over a darn cold! Who wants to be sniffling and coughing on a holiday weekend! But I wish everybody a Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah and thank you for buying and reading my ebooks these last six months. I’ll be publishing many more in 2012. And if you ever feel inclined to leave comments about my stories either here or on Amazon, I would be most grateful.

 
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Posted by on December 24, 2011 in Erotica

 

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Department Store Domina: free, complete story on my blog!

To acquaint new readers with my work, especially those of you who are curious but haven’t yet taken the plunge into the universe of my femdom stories, I’ve just published one of my best earlier tales on a separate page here on the blog. The page is listed on the top under the heading COMPLETE SHORT STORY: DEPARTMENT STORE DOMINA!

It’s about the owner of a department store, one Ms. Frances Filston, who has to discipline her unruly holiday Santa Claus…I’m sure the illustration here is worth a thousand words in letting you know this lady means BUSINESS–despite, I admit, the picture’s crude draftsmanship, which is a deliberate aesthetic choice to give you that comfy old-style porn-shop-at-the-corner feeling. (At least, it’s a comfy feeling to an old perv like me.)

So curl up by the fire with your laptop, and check out DEPARTMENT STORE DOMINA by clicking at the top! Adults only, of course…

Enjoy!

"I cannot tolerate sexual harassment of college girls by my department store Santas!"

 
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Posted by on December 15, 2011 in Erotica

 

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Memories of the porn trade, Part 2…

It just keeps raining and raining here in New York tonight. There is an awning just outside my apartment window and the sound of every drop is magnified on its surface. Makes the rainfall sound more pointed and relentless to me. I don’t mind light rain, but heavy rain tends to keep me inside and I feel a bit of cabin fever.

I’ve been busy writing my newsletters for porn websites as well as my product review column about everything from horror movie documentaries to sex toys. I’ve also done a couple of good columns in my weekly “Notes of a Rebel Subbie” series for a very kinky site called Domme Dose. It’s definitely “for adults only” but if you’re interested in various aspects of the erotic practice of female domination, especially what is known as “financial domination” or “findom” (where subs “tribute” their dominatrixes with gifts and money) check out the link here.

To relax my mind on the weekends, I like to go to flea markets sometimes, and last weekend I was making my usual rounds when my attention was drawn to this colorful tapestry:

Maybe I should check out REAL bellydancing again sometime soon...

It took me a moment to realize that this fun, if somewhat cheesy item, was another copy of the same tapestry that I had bought on 14th Street and hung in my office at Charles “Chip” Goodman’s publishing company in the mid to late 1980s when I was the editor of magazines such as Stag, Cheeks, and Girls Over 40.

As you can see, Stag was a venerable men's mag title...

This title was my brainchild, and I edited it lovingly from 1988 until 2005.

When I started doing this mag in the late 80s, the term "cougar" had not yet been coined.

I had a nice comfortable private office crammed with books, magazines, and besides that tapestry, pinup art on the walls. There was one particular poster by the late Dave “Rocketeer” Stevens of a beautiful blonde that I remember fondly; I wonder if I still have it somewhere in my archives. This was my personal headquarters in the corporate hive where I edited my writers’ stories and articles and erotic letters, hammered out the “girl copy” for the pictorials (the seductive prose inducing the readers to take out their weiners, if the pictures hadn’t already accomplished that), and where I edited the sets of 35mm slides that would make up the layouts of the models in the magazine, as well as provide the covers for each issue.

I used to sit with that bellydancer tapestry opposite me as I smoked cigarettes (not that many, as I never smoked heavily, and all I did was puff, not inhale), drank coffee, had a chocolate chip muffin for breakfast, and threw around ideas over the phone or in person with my various talented contributors who provided some very entertaining copy. (I’ll do another post sometime just about my writers, so that’s why I’m not giving their names now.) Occasionally a potential model would come into the office and I would take a few test Polaroids of her, often posing her in front of that bellydancing tapestry.

Sometimes I listened to Big Band music when I was writing in the office, and a younger colleague said when he heard the number “Goodbye” by Benny Goodman he thought of me sitting in that office working. I used to also sometimes wear vintage clothes in those days, double-breasted jackets and topcoats from the 50s, and I could dangle my cigarette under a fedora with the best of ’em.

Like any hard-boiled scribe, I kept a bottle of Jameson in my desk drawer for spiritual emergencies. Not that I’m a big drinker, although I do like my shots of that fine Irish whiskey.

Can’t believe that ended almost twenty-three years ago, when I became a freelancer. Seems like, you know, yesterday. Almost…

Well, back in the present day now, the rain seems to have slowed down a bit outside my window. Maybe I’ll go out for a little walk…not too far from my house is the building where I used to work for Goodman. These days, the building is right next to the only Hooters in Manhattan. Too bad it wasn’t there in the 80s…I’m sure it would have been a regular spot for our expense-paid lunches with porn scribes, porn photographers, and the occasional porn stars!

Come to think of it, I got to enjoy a bit of the Mad Men type of work life, even if in a more modest way.

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I got the scans of the magazine covers from a site called OldMags.com, which sells a huge selection of vintage adult magazines, as well as other kinds of publications. They even have pages which feature issues of Fox, when it was put out by Montcalm Publishing, for which I did many porn star interviews and video reviews in the 1990s. Those pages can be found here. I don’t work for Old Mags, but I’m just acknowledging the source of the cover photos above. I obviously took the snapshot of the bellydancing tapestry myself.

 
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Posted by on December 7, 2011 in Erotica

 

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