Category Archives: PRESS • REVIEWS • EVENTS

The Brothel That Never Was

You may or may not have heard about Sheila Farmer. I wrote an article about her last month for Sabotage Times. Click the link below to read it:

Sheila Farmer and the Brothel that Never Was: “All Sheila Farmer was trying to do was guarantee the safety of herself and fellow consensual sex workers from violence, rape and robbery. That she was prosecuted is a national disgrace…”

Vine-Ripened, Fairtrade Porn

Here’s a little chunk of an article I wrote for Sabotage Times this week:

“There’s a lot of pornography out there. From the moment one of our ancient ancestors thought to scrawl a picture of a spunking cock on his (or her) cave wall, humans have sought to depict their sexual desires in paintings, prose and any other medium that science has since progressed to make possible – after all, the porn industry has always been at the sweaty, panting forefront of modern technological advances. Some people like to be aroused vicariously, while some people like to exhibit themselves as the masturbatory muse of an unseen audience. Some people like to do both. This has been the case throughout the history of every known civilisation. From high art, through niche kink, to raw, basic wank-fodder, porn takes a whole spectrum of forms. Why, then, is the modern debate about porn reduced to a binary argument about whether porn – any porn at all – is a good or bad thing?

Again, there’s a lot of pornography out there. Some is exploitative, depressing and degrading for both those involved in making it and those doggedly struggling to bash one out in front of it. Yet some porn is quite the opposite – some porn can be a deeply satisfying experience, both to create and to view. Good porn exists for you, whatever your gender identity, orientation and personal peccadilloes may be. This is rarely addressed in any mainstream debate, however.

One such debate occurred recently on BBC2’s Jeremy Vine Show. I must point out that, without exception, every Jeremy Vine Show discussion and phone-in I’ve ever heard has resulted in my descent into immediate, weeping, face-clawing despair. Aside from the comments section of the Daily Mail website, the demographic that contributes to Vine’s discussions is the one that most shakes my faith that the human race has advanced at all since the times of those cock-drawing cavemen…”

Read the rest here, and please do rate it 5 stars to make me feel all warm, snuggly and thoroughly validated.

Diary Blogging

When I tell those outside the bounds of the internet that I write a blog, they often assume it’s about me – a diary of some sort. Actually, it rarely is.

The blogosphere as a whole is refreshingly impersonal. Over the past few years, blogs have evolved from being insular, self-indulgent catalogues of an individual’s daily experiences and innermost thoughts to something altogether different. Some blogs consist only of photos and videos, whether comedic, serious or somewhere in between. Some blogs are long, thought-provoking diatribes on political and social issues, more a broadsheet commentary than a personal opinion. Some blogs don’t provide their own content but exist solely as a hub of links to information elsewhere. Some blogs have one lone contributor, and some are sourced from a cast of thousands. Some are intellectual while some are, quite literally, a load of wank.

Anyway, I’m told it’s been a while since I actually mentioned anything I’ve been doing, so instead of writing a detailed account of recent goings on, below are three photos and a load of hyperlinks that summarise things rather well:

1: I returned to Club Pedestal after having been off sick for nearly a year, had a wonderful time, and was presented with a beautiful pair of PVC fingerless gloves by the awesome Joanna Lark as a welcome-back  present. She is absolutely bloody lovely.

2: At Rebekka Raynor‘s birthday party, it was suggested that I smear chocolate cake over my boots and then have a slave lick it off for me. The problem was, it wouldn’t be much fun for me. I’d just end up sitting around with boots covered in cake and drool. Instead, I repeatedly drop-kicked the cake into the slave’s face. That was more satisfying, and I only ended up with a little bit of icing and minimal drool on my boot.

3: Here are a DVD, two excellent books and some lovely wine that I won at a political comedy evening after making a suggestion for Mark Thomas’ “People’s Manifesto” (my policy was that the Daily Mail website should have a Wikipedia-esque “citation needed” tagging facility. It seemed that quite a lot of people agreed.)