My small black familiar is breathing her sleepy sighs onto my thigh. She's wearing a collar I cut out of electric blue leather a friend from Tokyo once left in my house. The furry animal raked my right cheek last week, a honest deep slash, blood gushing onto a white fur mantle. I stayed indoors all week growing skin, surviving on hash brownies....

... or was it a drunken knife fight in a dirty basement bar where sailors pick up whores? Wait a mo, wasn't my face slashed up by a stiletto of a beautiful boy with tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears?.. oh well. People make up stories all the time. Where does the myth become a reality? Which story would you rather hear?



Debuted my scar at the sex worker demo in Piccadilly Circus under the Eros statue., thanks to a week of events organized by Sex Worker Open University. This week I've rubbed shoulders with more wonderful whores, rentboys, poets, artists, callgirls, doms, streetwalkers or harlots than per usual...



Scarfaced supporter of whores... (yaaaawn.) Please sign a PETITION to the UK government against the proposed Policing and Crime Bill which will make sex workers yet more unsafe, or just sign it as a punch in the mouth of our vile hypocrite Home Secretary, Jacqui Smith who, in case you haven't heard, has been leading the Government's attack on the sex industry, yet who has purchases of porno in her official expense claims. More info on x:talk.

In fact this inspired me to make a special set of prints from my last whore-positive set to support the organisations of sex-working sisters. Very few sets available, each one consisting of 10 different gloss 6"x9" prints from Good For Dirty Women, and the cost is £50 per set +shipping. (Normally I sell prints at £25 each, so this is a pretty fucking decent deal - and for a wicked cause!! But I won't try to push it. If you wanna support it you will, finito.). I am making special screen-printed bags to accommodate the prints, as well as a manifesto, a selection of scraps and real London tartcards from red phoneboxes. Integrity+genuinity all the way, lovers!



And if you're sick of references to the old set, well what the hell, kittens. Very very soon, so soon that I could possibly hold my breath that long (though frankly I won't) my new set will be up for your entertainment and indulgence. Lucky I managed to fit one in before my face got disfigured for life... I'm not saying anything but... (clearly I'll be saying something nonetheless, hintidly hint hint) a blond grunge star shot himself yesterday, give or take a few years. In a couple of days his corpse will have been discovered at his Lake Washington home by an electrician who had arrived to install a security system. His mother will then have said: "Now he's gone and joined that stupid club". And THE CLUB in question is what my new set will be about. Go on.... Make a wild guess.