Cute, slim euro trash bottom, 19, 5'10", 155 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes. Hot, deep butt and mouth. Out only. $250 hr./ $700 overnight. Will do anything for a price. No limits.
The Sluts (2004), Dennis Cooper
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Cute, slim euro trash bottom, 19, 5'10", 155 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes. Hot, deep butt and mouth. Out only. $250 hr./ $700 overnight. Will do anything for a price. No limits.
The Sluts (2004), Dennis Cooper
Everything’s more Dennis Cooper than you could possibly ever imagine
the thing about Dennis Cooper writing torturerape rpf of famous musicians is that well you know it happens, we've all seen it. writing torturerape rpf of a guy he knew personally and had sex with, and admitting that this is what he was doing, feels far more extraordinary to me.
i love dennis cooper because he's like those fandom bloggers who make truly depraved hardcore kidnapping fanfic about generic white boy blorbos but he's 73
Having grown up in the Los Angeles subculture described by Gregg Araki's films, maybe I can sort of help authenticate their weird emotional tone and narrative drift, not that the work needs authenticating. But what with this “Queer Film” tag confusing the air around things queer, I wonder if Araki's work is being seen distinctly. To my mind—and despite what many critics seem to be saying—it's not about his or anyone's identity—sexual, ethnic, or otherwise.
If anything, it's about being smart, aesthetic, driven, lonely, and occasionally derailed by romantic notions of interpersonal love that you know are absurd even as you veer obsessively toward some fascinating stranger.
That Araki's Asian American and queer is beside the point, though it's nice that both aspects are generating interest in his oeuvre at the moment, if that's what it takes. But he'll be making his shit long after “Queer Film,” “Modern Primitivism,” “New Age,” etc. are just jokey reference points in some future documentary about the hazy, crazy late twentieth century.
“Queer” is a useful way to define yourself, sure, just as long as it gives you a thrill, or it intimidates people in power, or it provides you and your friends with power, but otherwise... who cares? Why let power mongers fence us into this narrow, predetermined identity just so they can praise us and/or our art in a qualified way, like, say in Araki's case, he's one of the more curious talents in his little genre, as if he worked for a travel bureau or something. Like... “Here's a teensy-weensy grant for your troubles,” or “Here, have a positive if condescending review. And sorry about AIDS.” or whatever.
Point is, are we so lazy or scared that we'll not only let ourselves be bunched together behind the minority art banner, we'll let this construction design our art-making practices, even if these compromises turn our work, no matter how radical, into minor tempests in a societal teapot? Fuck that.
One of the great things about Gregg Araki's films is how they fight this convention to their core. Aesthetically singular and concerned with issues of concern to a lot of folks at the moment, the films are nonetheless even sort of anti-trendy in some weird way. Still, I suspect they may wind up inspiring a trend or two among even younger filmmakers, if they haven't already.
— Dennis Cooper, Foreword to The Living End script.
dennis cooper, my loose thread
The following month's only highlight occurred on a Thursday. John had been keeping his eye on one particular freshman all year. The guy had a cherubic face. It was meticulous, as though conceived by computer, but in every other way he was a shambles. He talked out loud to himself, walked around in what seemed like a hypnotic trance, claimed that he was a pop star, et cetera. David always had the unnerving effect that George usually did during sex, or that that punk had had when John was biting him up. But pending word from the experts, John tried to avoid being overly ambitious.
That day they happened to stand side by side at the same urinal. John was so agitated he couldn't start to piss. Even from inches away, David was one of those guys who were so cute their skin looked like plastic or candy. He was oblivious to John and spent their precious few seconds together babbling to the wall behind the urinal about how somebody was following him. It was all John could do not to interrupt, not that he'd know what to say. He couldn't decide if he wanted to draw David, fuck him, beat him up or fall in love with him.
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I can't even............ The invisible ropes that tie us together
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Wait remember when dennis cooper listed charli xcx brat on his art/media year in review.
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dennis cooper vs. irvine welsh. dazed magazine, 2014