As you probably know, starting December 17th, 2018, Tumblr will ban all porn and explicit imagery. Like so many other blogs, LiarTown will soon be flagged for its adult, offensive, and sexual content. Rather than neuter material to fit Tumblrâs new standards, Iâm leaving. I expect many posts will no longer be visible, and Iâve already noticed nonsexual material is being flagged. I donât expect much will be left.
Whatever makes the cut will stay up, but I will no longer publish new LiarTown material on Tumblr. I have yearsâ worth of images still to make, though, so Iâll be actively searching for another platform or archive. Any suggestions are welcome. I chose tumblr because it let me post what I wanted without much fuss. Iâm sure there are other outlets suitable for my minimal needs. One way or another, LiarTown will continue, and wherever I end up, Iâll post it all again. When I have updates on a new home, Iâll give details here.
For anyone wishing to contact me, Iâm at liartownusa at gmail.
As for Tumblr, I sincerely hope its embrace of prudishness ironically fucks it right into oblivion. In the haunting, immortal words I once saw spraypainted on a boarded-up McDonaldâs: Eat McShit and Die.
I planned on posting this in a couple of months, but I figure itâs best to say it now.
Tumblrâs new policy is arriving at the end of a long break Iâve been taking. I first stepped away to finish the LiarTown book (published in fall of last year). After that exhausting project, I decided completing another, even bigger project would help me rest. This new project has taken every bit of free time Iâve had over the past year.
Some quick background: This is Crap Hound:
For those who donât know, Crap Hound is a zine I started in 1994. I donât talk about it much here, because itâs got no connection to LiarTown. Crap Hound consists almost entirely of high-contrast, black and white commercial art and imagery, collected into themes. All past issues have been reprinted, thanks to the extreme loveliness of folks at BuyOlympia. Topics are Clowns, Devils, and Bait, Hands, Hearts, and Eyes, Death, Phones, and Scissors, Church and State, Superstition, and Sex and Kitchen Gadgets.
And THIS is the upcoming The Crap Hound Big Book of Unhappiness:
I didnât want to make an anthology, so this book will basically be an enormous, horizontal tenth issue devoted to images notable for their lack of positivity. There will be men, women, children, and even pets in states of confusion, pain, fear, stress, anger, embarrassment, sorrow, depression, and frustration. Thereâll be headaches, upset stomachs, storms, earthquakes, fires, floods, vehicular collisions, weight issues, drugs, suicide, murder, execution & punishment, atomic bombs, unemployment, riots, injuries, falls, fistfights, tantrums, and the silent, nocturnal shame of bedwetting. Iâm including accessories (syringes, knives, pills, crutches, splints, etc.), and imminent unhappiness (e.g. roller skates on stairs and overloaded electrical sockets). From the tearful sting of a scraped knee to the ominous shadow of impending planetary doom, you can expect a rich tapestry of trouble.
Iâve been collecting unhappy material for more than fifteen years. As of today, it stands at FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR pages. Only the intro and acknowledgements remain to be finished. A street date hasnât been officially announced, but itâll be published by Feral House prior to Fall 2019.
Hereâs a small sampling of the pages:
So thatâs where Iâve been, working hard on getting it done, and itâll be arriving pretty soon.
Thatâs it from me for the foreseeable future. To the various porn blogs, vintage collectors, and glorious weirdos I have followed here, Iâve loved you so much. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the porn and art and ideas. To the great people Iâve met here (and met elsewhere because of this blog): THANK YOU for your kindness and support over past few years. If there is anything I can do for you in return, please email me and let me know.
Finally, to the handful of joyless activists and insufferable internet scolds Iâve encountered: I offer a swift kick in the proverbial cunt. Once upon a time, moralizing busybodies and language police were defining features of the religious right. Itâll be a long time before the damage from this latest moral panic peaks, let alone fades.
Thank you again, everyone. Iâll post here (and on Twitter at @LiarTownUSA) when LiarTown has a new home.
