My first topless selfie.
Please excuse the pills-indecued glaze in my eyes. This was taken Friday, after I got home from a quickly arranged shoulder surgery.
I don't pretend that the tale of this broken wing is the most fascinating one ever. But if one cares to know about it, let's go back to the summer of 2012, shall we?
There are several people whose very name is synonymous with a dedication to physical fitness: Jack Lalanne, Matthew Mc Conaughey and his killer abs, me.
Yes me. I was toiling away at my Strong and Shapely gym (you heard me. thats's the real name of my gym) last night lifting heavy things and putting them down. And at one point I lifted the heavy things up and something popped in my left shoulder and suddenly the heavy things were on my chest. I was bench pressing when all of a sudden I lost control and the weights crashed down on me . I was struggling and couldn't breathe or get it off me (THAT'S why they say to have a spotter!!) and trying to signal the guy who was working out in front of me that I needed help. Being that I couldn't breathe most of my signaling was done by turning maroon, bugging out my eyes, and wagging my tongue like Jabba the Hut being strangled by Carrie Fisher in a gold bikini.
Fortunately somebody BEHIND me saw me struggling and came over and lifted the weight off me. I sat there panting. I couldn't move my left arm.
"Dude. That looks gross"
I looked over. It indeed did look gross. My left arm had dislocated and come out of the socket. It was just sorta hanging there. Super gross. And it hurt. A lot.
"I think I dislocated my arm" I said. Rather calmly, I must say.
"So do you need me to strip the weights off this, then?" he asked. Swear to god.
"That would be great. Thanks"
I got up and walked to the door. I was holding my left arm with my right and walking very gingerly. It hurt like a bitch. I didn't really have a plan. I don't know where I was going. What I was really thinking, no kidding, was Mel Gibson in "Lethal Weapon" slamming his arm back into the wall when it was dislocated. It seemed like a good idea.
"Are you ok?" the desk manager asked me.
"I think I dislocated my arm", I said. "I might have to go to the hospital"
He volunteered to take me. Nice. Got someone to cover and asked me to meet him on the corner while he pulled his car around. On the corner is a bar. Outside the bar was a couple in their 50's having a smoke. I was clearly in distress and they asked me what the matter was. I told them about my situation. The guy studied me.
"I can put it back" He said to me.
"No thank you. Really"
"No. I can. It'll hurt but I just have to yank it out and put it back"
"I appreciate that. But no. Thanks"
"We're just trying to help!" said the woman, annoyed with me now.
"And thank you but.."
"Just let me help!" yelled the guy.
"I appreciate the offer. Really" I said. Now having to reason with them. "But please understand my position whereas I do not want to accept a serious, very painful and dangerous medical procedure from someone who I don't know in a bar. I hope that doesn't sound crazy to you?
"I can really help" he said. More serious.
Thankfully the car pulled around and the Strong and Shapely guy took me to the hospital and dropped me at the emergency room. I was checked in and asked to wait. I stood in the corner holding my left hand with my right. My ipod ear buds trailed behind me on the floor, as I was unable to let go of my arm to retrieve them, and my sweatpants were slowly being pulled down by the ipod's weight. I kept pushing them up by pushing my butt up against the wall. This went on for 2 hours.
I was finally seen around midnight. They gave me a shot to numb some of the pain. Finally. And the doctor told me that he had to put me out in order to stick my arm back into its socket. To do this they needed to release me into someone's care. So I had to call my mom. Like I was 6.
I was finally taken in after 1AM. I've never been put under before. They did that thing when they tell you to count backwards. I asked if I should do it out loud or to myself. The next thing I knew I was being asked to sit up. I asked when the arm fixy thing was gonna happen. They told me it was done. Science!!! And drugs!!!
So that was Part one. Part two was from last week:
I'll have you know that I may have just said the most emasculating thing I have ever said: "Can you please carry my juicer to my car? I can't lift it"
This was said to a 23 year old girl. By the way.
I got a job on an ABC Family show. I'm officially taking time off to write these days. But I got this call and it was only a week. So I said yes.
So shoot day 1 was this Sunday. Call was 6AM in Nyack, NY.
The show, btw, is called "Twisted". I have NO idea what it's about other than it stars a bunch of 25 year olds who are supposed to be high school students. And one of them killed someone (???) and now that he's out of juvy everyone thinks he's "Twisted". Or something. And Denise Richards (who looks pretty gaunt these days) plays....someone. A mom? And Robin Givens (who looks great). Plays someone else. I'm sure I could look all this up. But it's too much trouble.
Anyway...
We wrapped around 10PM, and as I was driving home it took me at least 15 minutes to realize that I was driving the wrong direction on the NY Thruway. Saw there was an exit close and cut across two lanes, cutting someone off behind me. I went to wave out the window to apologize and DISLOCATED MY ARM!!!
So I drove myself to the hospital. Got my wing popped back in. And went to work the next morning. This time in a sling.
Now, if you recall, I dislocated my arm last summer. (Doing something more than waving out my window, I should say!) Well that was with the SAME producer. Who hired a lot of the same crew on this ABC show. And this is the first time I've worked with them since then. They all saw me walk off set Saturday night with 4 working limbs. And 8 hours later I'm back on set in a sling. They're all like "What is UP with you??? How did you do this in the 8 hours we had off??? And is this something you do halfway through EVERY job???"
We finished shooting yesterday. I'm back in the office today. Previous to all of this I had ordered a juicer. Don't judge me. My sister just got one. People sing their praises. I decided to give it a shot. So I ordered one and had it delivered to my office.
And this brings me to the most emasculating thing I've ever said.
So yeah. Quickly arranged shoulder surgery.
Hope you guys are doing well.
Ok
I've been gone for a while. It's been a crazy couple of months. But Acacia has a new set, and things are right with the world again.
Check it out.
You're amazing, my dear. Honestly
I've been gone for a while. It's been a crazy couple of months. But Acacia has a new set, and things are right with the world again.
Check it out.
You're amazing, my dear. Honestly
Hi hi hi
My life was a little chaotic for a while. Sorry for not checking in. I don't talk about this a whole lot, but my sister was very sick. For at least one night I wasn't sure how much longer she'd be around with us. It's funny how everything goes away when faced with something like that.
Good news is that she's actually doing much, much better. She's still going to have medical issues for the rest of her life, but at least now I can hope that life is a good, long one.
Speaking of the frailty of things, one of my first SG friends, Cat is now undergoing treatment for breast cancer. Cat has already lost a husband to cancer. She's a fearless, amazing human being. But she's fighting the fight of her life right now.
This is a shot from Cat's first set:
And here's Cat and I back in 2004!
She's long left this site. But she keeps a blog at Caitlinmarcoux.net
Go say hi! wish her good luck. She's an amazing person. You should know her.
And finally, with a song by the very cool band The Divinyls. We lost their singer yesterday.
How are all of you guys. I wanna hear from you!
My life was a little chaotic for a while. Sorry for not checking in. I don't talk about this a whole lot, but my sister was very sick. For at least one night I wasn't sure how much longer she'd be around with us. It's funny how everything goes away when faced with something like that.
Good news is that she's actually doing much, much better. She's still going to have medical issues for the rest of her life, but at least now I can hope that life is a good, long one.
Speaking of the frailty of things, one of my first SG friends, Cat is now undergoing treatment for breast cancer. Cat has already lost a husband to cancer. She's a fearless, amazing human being. But she's fighting the fight of her life right now.
This is a shot from Cat's first set:
And here's Cat and I back in 2004!
She's long left this site. But she keeps a blog at Caitlinmarcoux.net
Go say hi! wish her good luck. She's an amazing person. You should know her.
And finally, with a song by the very cool band The Divinyls. We lost their singer yesterday.
How are all of you guys. I wanna hear from you!
Sorry. Things have been a bit crazy.
BUT- while I'm waiting for some time to do a proper blog I wanna tell you a story about my friend Annelise.
Annelise had a job interview last week. I need to tell you a bit about her before I tell you about that, though.
Annelise moved here from California with her boyfriend about a year ago. In LA, Annelise produced a feature movie. She produced a bunch of music videos and shorts. She was 25.She's a smart cookie. Obviously.
But since then her luck has sort of turned around. She got a job with a producer out here who put her into the hospital with anxiety with his insane sexual harassment and psychotic stalking. Then she and her boyfriend broke up. She had to leave her apt and all that. She moved into a new place and was kicked out due to bedbugs. Got a job as the Producer's asst on "Nurse Jackie" (where I met her), where she was used as a glorified dog walker. She applied for a dream job and was told that she was overqualified.
Oh, and her mom calls often enough to tell her that she's a loser because she doesn't have a full time job with benefits. But Annelise wants to write and produce things. She's funny, brilliant and talented. She also does stand up at various open mic nights around the city and she's hilarious. I've seen her several times. This is someone who owes it to herself to see what she's got. What she can write. What she can produce. Having a full time job would most likely drain that energy (let's be honest, it totally would). She's kinda better off in Production where she can work on a tv show for a few months and then do her own thing and try to produce some web series or write something and try to get that made. Working 9-5 (or 8-7, which is more likely in NYC) just kinda steals that from you.
She's recently been contacted about the website The Gloss about possibly writing content for them. She was contacted by another site about possibly doing funny videos for them. And I'm trying to get my friend Ashley to try to get some money from The Onion (whom she works with) to get Annelise some money to do some stuff for THEM. So things are brewing. But nothing has happened yet.
so she gets this call last week to be Noah Baumbach's assistants. Noah Baumach is an accomplished film writer and director who is famous for hiring pretty girls and treating them in a creepy way. Two of my friends have interviewed with him and turned down the job because they got an icky feeling ).
BUT- here is the key- Noah has apparently signed a multi picture deal with Dreamworks. So Annelise would be his permanent asst (most directors just hire someone for the length of the project they are on at the time, as the project pays them. Not the director). AND she would get benefits. So it sounded great. Kinda. Mostly great. But it was a compromise between some corporate job and a job with a creative person in a creative field. Even if he was a bit icky.
So she sent herself a text (with what I assumed was the address of her meeting place) and went out to meet him. Spring in her step. She came back over an hour later looking dejected. When I asked what happened she said that Noah was looking for someone who would be "fulfilled" by being his personal assistant- making his reservations, keeping his books in order, ordering his lunch. Etc.
Annelise said "well I do want to write and produce my own things. I just want to be honest. I know full well that this job would take precedence"
And he said "I really need you to decide what you want to do. You have to ask yourself if you want a job or you want to do shit for free"
So she came back. Looked at her phone again, and called him up to decline the job. And the health benefits. And the steady paycheck.
I didn't know what to ask so I said "Where did you meet him?"
And she said "Oddly, just around the corner."
And I said "Oh! funny. You texted yourself the address to go around the corner"
and she said "No. I didn't."
I asked her what she texted to herself. She showed me her phone. It said:
"Bet on you"
Fucking love that!!!
"Bet on you"!!!
Hope all you guys are well.
BUT- while I'm waiting for some time to do a proper blog I wanna tell you a story about my friend Annelise.
Annelise had a job interview last week. I need to tell you a bit about her before I tell you about that, though.
Annelise moved here from California with her boyfriend about a year ago. In LA, Annelise produced a feature movie. She produced a bunch of music videos and shorts. She was 25.She's a smart cookie. Obviously.
But since then her luck has sort of turned around. She got a job with a producer out here who put her into the hospital with anxiety with his insane sexual harassment and psychotic stalking. Then she and her boyfriend broke up. She had to leave her apt and all that. She moved into a new place and was kicked out due to bedbugs. Got a job as the Producer's asst on "Nurse Jackie" (where I met her), where she was used as a glorified dog walker. She applied for a dream job and was told that she was overqualified.
Oh, and her mom calls often enough to tell her that she's a loser because she doesn't have a full time job with benefits. But Annelise wants to write and produce things. She's funny, brilliant and talented. She also does stand up at various open mic nights around the city and she's hilarious. I've seen her several times. This is someone who owes it to herself to see what she's got. What she can write. What she can produce. Having a full time job would most likely drain that energy (let's be honest, it totally would). She's kinda better off in Production where she can work on a tv show for a few months and then do her own thing and try to produce some web series or write something and try to get that made. Working 9-5 (or 8-7, which is more likely in NYC) just kinda steals that from you.
She's recently been contacted about the website The Gloss about possibly writing content for them. She was contacted by another site about possibly doing funny videos for them. And I'm trying to get my friend Ashley to try to get some money from The Onion (whom she works with) to get Annelise some money to do some stuff for THEM. So things are brewing. But nothing has happened yet.
so she gets this call last week to be Noah Baumbach's assistants. Noah Baumach is an accomplished film writer and director who is famous for hiring pretty girls and treating them in a creepy way. Two of my friends have interviewed with him and turned down the job because they got an icky feeling ).
BUT- here is the key- Noah has apparently signed a multi picture deal with Dreamworks. So Annelise would be his permanent asst (most directors just hire someone for the length of the project they are on at the time, as the project pays them. Not the director). AND she would get benefits. So it sounded great. Kinda. Mostly great. But it was a compromise between some corporate job and a job with a creative person in a creative field. Even if he was a bit icky.
So she sent herself a text (with what I assumed was the address of her meeting place) and went out to meet him. Spring in her step. She came back over an hour later looking dejected. When I asked what happened she said that Noah was looking for someone who would be "fulfilled" by being his personal assistant- making his reservations, keeping his books in order, ordering his lunch. Etc.
Annelise said "well I do want to write and produce my own things. I just want to be honest. I know full well that this job would take precedence"
And he said "I really need you to decide what you want to do. You have to ask yourself if you want a job or you want to do shit for free"
So she came back. Looked at her phone again, and called him up to decline the job. And the health benefits. And the steady paycheck.
I didn't know what to ask so I said "Where did you meet him?"
And she said "Oddly, just around the corner."
And I said "Oh! funny. You texted yourself the address to go around the corner"
and she said "No. I didn't."
I asked her what she texted to herself. She showed me her phone. It said:
"Bet on you"
Fucking love that!!!
"Bet on you"!!!
Hope all you guys are well.
Wow!
I've been crazy busy. CRAZY busy. Sorry I haven't been around.
But I have a few minutes to catch my breath, so I want to point out a couple of sets that deserve your attention.
The first is the latest set by the utterly perfect Cane. She absolutely takes my breath away.
Check out Glitter and Doom.
Next is the breathtaking Hanke. She took a chance with her latest set and it has found some middling results. I love the set.
She is a stunning person who deserves some love. Check out Dig a Pony.
Other than that I just want to remind you about the following people who are insanely gorgeous:
Autrum
keet (Who has not even shot a SET yet!!)
Luxlee
Marlene
And of course...
Acacia
I live in the same world as these people. How is that even POSSIBLE?
I've been crazy busy. CRAZY busy. Sorry I haven't been around.
But I have a few minutes to catch my breath, so I want to point out a couple of sets that deserve your attention.
The first is the latest set by the utterly perfect Cane. She absolutely takes my breath away.
Check out Glitter and Doom.
Next is the breathtaking Hanke. She took a chance with her latest set and it has found some middling results. I love the set.
She is a stunning person who deserves some love. Check out Dig a Pony.
Other than that I just want to remind you about the following people who are insanely gorgeous:
Autrum
keet (Who has not even shot a SET yet!!)
Luxlee
Marlene
And of course...
Acacia
I live in the same world as these people. How is that even POSSIBLE?
Happy 82nd birthday to Mamie Van Doren!
One of Hollywood's original bad girls, Mamie never had the same studio success as her contemporaries (and friends, and rivals) Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfeld, but Mamie cleared out her own legendary niche as a pinup, and in films like "The Girl In The Black Stockings", "High School Confidential", "Untamed Youth" and (of course) "Sex Kittens Go To College".
At a time when men were supposed to be allowed to do whatever they wanted and women were not supposed to do anything, Mamie did whatever the hell she wanted. Married 5 times. Slept with who she wanted (including Clark Gable, Elvis, Steve McQueen and others), and DIDN'T sleep with people who could have possibly helped her career, like Howard Hughes.
It should also be said that Mamie volunteered for 2 tours to entertain the troops in Vietnam.
I've always been aware of Mamie, but a few years ago I heard Little Steven profile her on his Underground Garage radio show. I checked out her insanely entertaining website, full of pictures, stories and gossip (with entries like "Tom Jones? It's Not Unusual") and wrote her an email telling her how cool she is. She wrote me back that very night with a very sweet note and mailed me an autographed picture soon after.
Bad girls, man. Hearts of gold. Happy birthday, Mamie.
One of Hollywood's original bad girls, Mamie never had the same studio success as her contemporaries (and friends, and rivals) Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfeld, but Mamie cleared out her own legendary niche as a pinup, and in films like "The Girl In The Black Stockings", "High School Confidential", "Untamed Youth" and (of course) "Sex Kittens Go To College".
At a time when men were supposed to be allowed to do whatever they wanted and women were not supposed to do anything, Mamie did whatever the hell she wanted. Married 5 times. Slept with who she wanted (including Clark Gable, Elvis, Steve McQueen and others), and DIDN'T sleep with people who could have possibly helped her career, like Howard Hughes.
It should also be said that Mamie volunteered for 2 tours to entertain the troops in Vietnam.
I've always been aware of Mamie, but a few years ago I heard Little Steven profile her on his Underground Garage radio show. I checked out her insanely entertaining website, full of pictures, stories and gossip (with entries like "Tom Jones? It's Not Unusual") and wrote her an email telling her how cool she is. She wrote me back that very night with a very sweet note and mailed me an autographed picture soon after.
Bad girls, man. Hearts of gold. Happy birthday, Mamie.
Ok, now that Luxlee has finally gone pink I just want to say thank you and post something in gratitude to my amazing friend Acacia, who has been an incredible and wonderful light in my life for many years.
Thank you, doll.
And since it's Superbowl Sunday I have been thinking recently about the whole jock/nerd dichotomy and how it seems almost universally true that those who are popular and athletic in high school are usually the ones who never leave their hometown, marry someone local and have dull, uninteresting kids and do nothing of interest with their lives, while those kids who were different or picked on go on to do all SORTS of interesting things. And a lot of people think it's because of karma. Because we in America have a fast-food idea of karma. And, what do I know? That might be true. But also consider this:
In high school the worship of athletics naturally elevates those who are participating in events in which they CAN excel. A lot of people are good athletes when they're young! They're fast. They're strong. They have stamina and endurance. AFTER high school it takes work to maintain that. But when you're in those high school years it's natural for a lot of people.
But after high school those jocks go from participants to spectators. And they get a little rounder around the middle. And they have nothing interesting to talk about because they are no longer DOING, but watching. So they watch with their friends in bars. And they high five. And they remember the time when they were the local legends.
ON THE OTHER HAND, the life of the nerd has the exact OPPOSITE trajectory. The nerd starts out as a spectator. They're into comics, or movies, or books. Or music. Or whatever. And it's only when they grow up that they can participate in their passions. The interest of the nerd actually REQUIRE life experience to make them interesting. It's only later in life that they can actually begin to show who they really are and what they have to offer.
And while we're on the subject of athletics, have you ever noticed how grown men who wear sports jerseys with the name and numbers of young men on the back are essentially participating in cosplay? They're dressing up as their hero! The difference, of course, is that the hero of the grown man is a living, breathing person who makes a lot of money off the sale of his jersey.
I just think that's odd.
Thank you, doll.
And since it's Superbowl Sunday I have been thinking recently about the whole jock/nerd dichotomy and how it seems almost universally true that those who are popular and athletic in high school are usually the ones who never leave their hometown, marry someone local and have dull, uninteresting kids and do nothing of interest with their lives, while those kids who were different or picked on go on to do all SORTS of interesting things. And a lot of people think it's because of karma. Because we in America have a fast-food idea of karma. And, what do I know? That might be true. But also consider this:
In high school the worship of athletics naturally elevates those who are participating in events in which they CAN excel. A lot of people are good athletes when they're young! They're fast. They're strong. They have stamina and endurance. AFTER high school it takes work to maintain that. But when you're in those high school years it's natural for a lot of people.
But after high school those jocks go from participants to spectators. And they get a little rounder around the middle. And they have nothing interesting to talk about because they are no longer DOING, but watching. So they watch with their friends in bars. And they high five. And they remember the time when they were the local legends.
ON THE OTHER HAND, the life of the nerd has the exact OPPOSITE trajectory. The nerd starts out as a spectator. They're into comics, or movies, or books. Or music. Or whatever. And it's only when they grow up that they can participate in their passions. The interest of the nerd actually REQUIRE life experience to make them interesting. It's only later in life that they can actually begin to show who they really are and what they have to offer.
And while we're on the subject of athletics, have you ever noticed how grown men who wear sports jerseys with the name and numbers of young men on the back are essentially participating in cosplay? They're dressing up as their hero! The difference, of course, is that the hero of the grown man is a living, breathing person who makes a lot of money off the sale of his jersey.
I just think that's odd.
I know that I'm on a rather single-minded mission to make Luxlee a Suicide Girl, but it's just absurd that she's not.
She's got a new set up.
It's as gorgeous as her others. Go say hi and make her pink!
New Blog when Luxlee is pink! Not until then!
She's got a new set up.
It's as gorgeous as her others. Go say hi and make her pink!
New Blog when Luxlee is pink! Not until then!
I've spent much of today watching a few movies with the amazing Linda Darnell. An actress of uncommon intelligence but terrible luck, Darnell's career had lots of ups and downs, mostly downs. Alcohol, a few bad marriages and the fact that she repeatedly spurned the romantic offers of Darryl F. Zanuck saw to it that she would never become a giant star. And she died in a house fire while visiting an old assistant at age 41. Still, should could play tough as nails as good as anyone. Check her out in "Fallen Angel" or "No Way Out" sometime. She's great.
And I hate taking Luxlee's set off my page. You should still check it out.
Now to add to that is the amazing Cane.
Vagabond.
Sweet, fun and an all around great person, Cane is one of my favorite people I've ever met on this site.
Then there's the diving Apolline
You ow it to yourself to check out Petite anotomie
And last but not least, the utterly astounding Hanke
Animal Boy is a piece of perfection.
My favorite set in MR review right now:
Luxlee-Loitering
She's kind of amazing. And she's a good east coast girl. Check it out.
Luxlee-Loitering
She's kind of amazing. And she's a good east coast girl. Check it out.
