Tahlia … Pet of the Year 2023

Tahlia Paris Wins the Surprise

In the decades since the magazine first hit newsstands, hundreds of the world’s most beautiful women have appeared on its pages. Sasha Grey was a Pet. So were Angela White, Nikki Benz, Lana Rhoades, Tera Patrick, and Jenna Jameson. Each year, thousands of Penthouse hopefuls submit in the quest to earn a spot on the magazine’s cover. Becoming a Pet doesn’t just come with a lifetime of bragging rights, it serves as an invitation to the Penthouse family — and for one lucky Pet, an opportunity to leave their mark on the Penthouse legacy by bringing home the coveted title of “Pet of the Year.”

Tahlia Paris POY KeyAs each calendar year concludes, Penthouse invites fans to weigh in on their favorite new addition to the Pet family over that time. Their votes — alongside the input of “POY Team Leads” and magazine execs, determine who walks home with the special platinum Penthouse POY necklace.

Waiting seems like the hardest part when you’re spending your days hoping to hear from the Pet selection Team, but it is especially hard (again) for Pets in the running for that “of the Year” title. So as staffers and Pets converged in Las Vegas for this year’s Adult Entertainment Expo weekend, company execs remained tight-lipped. Keeping the POY announcement hush-hush tends to be tough — especially when you consider that those most eager for a hint are often Penthouse Pets themselves. (We’re a hard group to say “no” to.)

It was a chilly January night as the Pets arrived at Las Vegas hot spot Drai’s. Tonight’s event, hosted by Penthouse, would include appearances from hip-hop artist T.I., and a DJ set by February 2022 Pet Tahlia Paris.

“It’s gonna be a little bit different than what I’m used to, but I’m super excited to get into a new genre of music” said Paris as the tequila began to flow in the club’s VIP area.

It would be her first ever hip-hop set and Paris brought a few close friends eager to cheer her on. Among them, Tahlia’s mom, a woman whom Tahlia describes as her “best friend” and “number one fan.”

It has been only two years since Paris moved to Vegas — and it appears Lady Luck has been on her side ever since. In February 2022, Paris was named Pet of the Month — the beginning of a whirlwind year for the young model, with appearances and DJ sets at Penthouse Clubs across the country.

“It was actually my first time being in Tampa and New Orleans,” says Paris of her travels, “and my shoot day itself was amazing — it was such a great day. I met so many great people because of it.”

Still a California girl at heart, Tahlia recalls the great lengths the Penthouse team took to capture what she’s all about. “We literally shot on the beach,” she recalls of the shoot. “I feel like it really fit my vibe and who I am.”

At 1:30 am, the Pets were asked to assemble for one final group photo op before Tahlia takes the stage. The VIP section pulsed with a flurry of flash photography, followed by the sudden illumination of LED light. The thumping bass paused while the screens lining the club walls suddenly shone with the strength of the sun, flashing from all directions; unable to contain their secret any longer: “Congratulations Penthouse Pet of the Year Tahlia Paris!”

Tahlia Paris had just become Penthouse royalty. The VIP area erupted as Paris screamed with excitement, images from her February cover shoot flooding the screens around her. Soon, Paris would be presented with her new diamond key necklace, a signature moment in the coronation of each new POY.

“It’s kind of like my little crown.” says Paris, beaming with delight.

As November ‘22 Pet Veronica Perasso fastened the glittering pendant around Tahlia’s neck, Tahlia’s mom looked on, phone in hand, documenting her daughter’s big moment. It was a feast of sparklers, hugs, champagne, and flash photography.

After only moments to celebrate, Paris slipped away to prepare for her set. Soon she took the stage, sending her Pet sisters into a frenzy. As the night drew to a close, Paris reunited with the ecstatic group, before returning home to celebrate with family, friends, and pizza. The next day, Paris would fly to Turks & Caicos — a trip previously planned to celebrate a girlfriend’s 30th birthday. As luck would have it, Paris would have plenty to celebrate herself.

“I’ve never really had a special moment like that before. I just felt very loved.” says Paris of the surprise announcement. “I’m very thankful to Penthouse for doing all that for me. I loved how all the girls were there to celebrate with me. It’s really kind of like a sisterhood — a second family.”

Should you wish to dig a little deeper into the Pet of the Year determination machinations which led to the Tahlia Paris success this year, Renee helpfully provided a link to the system in her article. Those scholarly types are used to footnotes, you know. … Should you wish to VOTE NOW — as of today, actually — on which 2023 model will wear the 2024 Diamond Key, we encourage you to do that. You can vote every three days from now until June 15th, so feel free to vote for a bunch of different people and really screw up the algorithm. Those Executives always think they have everything figured out. It’s fun to mess with them. As for one of those Executives, we leave you with a final image.

Xena @ 2:53 a.m. ... What could possibly go wrong?

Pop Shots Kelly Graval

Kelly Graval Pop Shots TitleThe Penthouse World According to Kelly Graval

For more than three decades, RISK has been making his mark — literally — on Southern California. He’s long since parlayed that into a career in fine art, and that aspect of his life is reaching a new peak with the opening of his Buckshot Art Gallery in Santa Monica. The exhibition space features urban art as well as fine art; the first show, which opened on October 17, consists of photographs from renowned artists as well as painted skulls.

For Pop Shots, RISK cast Brandy Aniston, Mia Malkova, Jessa Rhodes, and Penthouse Pet Courtney Taylor. Then he selected the perfect backdrop for the models: his own paintings. After that, it all came together quickly, and with absolutely gorgeous results. [Mia Malkova became a Pet in October of 2016, for the record. -Ed.]

You’ve accomplished so many different things in your career. How would you describe yourself?

I’m an artist. I’ve been doing graffiti for 33 years, or something like that. As much as I love graffiti, it’s just one genre in my life’s work. I’m one of those dudes who’s like, “Graffiti will never die,” but it’s not all about graffiti. To me, it’s all about art. And I was lucky enough to help pioneer this art form on the West Coast and try to make it a household name. I’m very proud of that and I love it.

How is it that a surfer kid Kelly Graval in Los Angeles got involved with graffiti?

I was a problem child who was surfing and skipping school. When I did go to school, I was drawing waves on my desk and writing “wipeout” and stuff like that. Some kid transferred from New York, and he was like, “Hey, what do you write?” I didn’t know what the fuck that meant. What do I write? What the fuck are you talking about? He goes, “What’s your tag?” And he taught me the whole subculture. He showed me pictures of trains. That shit was dope.

That day I stole two cans of red and two cans of white from some hardware store and went back to the school. I remember sitting there, waiting for it to get dark. Finally, when it wasn’t even dark yet, it was dusk, I was like, “Fuck it.” I jumped the fence and did this big piece. In my mind, I had visions of this awesome fucking piece, but when it was done it was so bad. It was terrible. But the next day, when everyone came to school, they had never seen anything all filled in like that, and kids were like, “That’s cool.” I kept going and going, and got a little better, and then I really started to seek out New York graffiti.

Of course it was terrible. You were using stock caps on the paint cans.

Oh, for sure. For years, even when I was doing pieces that I considered to be pretty good, I was using stock caps. And I’m glad I learned to paint like that. You can give me a can with a fucked-up cap and I’ll make it work because I had to adapt. I think that’s what old-school writers did. We adapted. Nowadays, there’s something like 27 different caps. Some of these kids know how to use all of them. That’s too much fucking work, man. I use the fattest and the skinniest, and that’s it. I use two caps. If you can’t do the job with those two caps, then you just can’t do the job.

Mia Malkova for Kelly "RISK" Gravel
Hmm. Must have been a smudge on the camera lens. How odd.

Did you start out writing “RISK”?

I was this surfer kid who adopted the tag name “Surf,” and I was doing New York–style graffiti in L.A. My style is very derivative of New York because that’s the only reference I had. It’s kind of funny that I’m considered this West Coast pioneer, because my style is very New York.

Why did you change from Surf to RISK?

I went to a bussing high school. Every­one was bussed in. It was a school in West Los Angeles, and I was one of three dudes in the school who surfed. The white dudes were definitely the minority; there were only about 100 of us in a school of about 5,000. I stood out, and it was pretty easy to figure out who was writing “Surf” all over the walls. Probably that white dude over there who surfs, you know?

And who has paint all over his hands.

Yeah. And who draws all over his desk. So they came after me. I thought I was pretty slick, too. I had a fake name: Cajun. I wrote it in my locker and in my books. Just enough so I wouldn’t get in that much trouble. When they’d come after me and ask if I was Surf, I would say, “Aw, man, I wish I was that dude. That dude’s up! I’m Cajun.” And they’d search my books and they’d see Cajun. But they knew. They were onto me. One day I got caught “bombing” the school, but they couldn’t prove it. I had to change my name.

You got caught but they couldn’t prove it?

Detectives came to my house. We were eating dinner. They were like, “We’ve got photos of you.” Well, let me see the photo. And they show me a photo of the back of me painting the front doors of the high school. They were like, “Just admit it. We’ll let you guys finish your dinner. You’ll do some community service and be done with it. But if you don’t admit it, then you’re going to jail.”

You’re going to artist jail for high school kids.

Yeah. And my dad was like, “Just tell them it was you and let’s get this over with.” I told my dad that it wasn’t me. And I knew they couldn’t prove it. I didn’t admit to it, and the detectives said they’d see me in court, but they never called. And then I knew the game. I changed my name to RISK, and I got a lot bolder. I started killing the shit. I was breaking into schools to do pieces. I was doing overpasses. I was doing trains. And I knew I wasn’t going to get caught because they couldn’t even prove that the longhaired surfer kid was Surf.

You never got caught?

Well, I got busted many times, but I never had any of the charges stick.

Did you ever think you would transition from graffiti to fine art?

One hundred percent. People ask me that all the time. Yeah, I did. Everyone expects you to say that you never thought it would happen, but I completely thought this would happen.

I mean, I’ve dedicated my life to this. I wouldn’t have if I didn’t think I could make something of it, you know? I always believed in this.

But did you ever think graffiti was going to lead to Kelley Graval directing a Penthouse photo shoot?

Ha. No…. Well, I’ve got to say yeah, and you know why? When you want something long enough, everything happens. And this is something that I wanted. When I got the phone call I was like, “Dope!”

Do you have a pretty clear vision of what makes a girl hot?

Besides the typical bombshell-type girl that I like, it’s the way that they hold themselves. The way that they carry themselves. Self-esteem. Being secure. Pride in themselves. The whole package.

How do you represent the Kelly Graval ideal woman in a medium where it’s difficult to convey the whole package?

It was easy, because my ideal woman is my wife. She is the epitome of the ultimate female to me. So when I was doing this shoot, I wasn’t trying to pick a chick who looked like my wife. I picked someone who was the quintessential centerfold instead. I picked a California lifestyle: blonde hair, big tits. That’s what I thought the shoot should be. It’s not necessarily my ideal girl, but it’s my ideal girl for this shoot.

I get it. But choosing a California girl still speaks to some type of real, natural attraction of yours. What is it about the California girl?

Well, when I reached puberty and had my first sexual experiences, that’s who I grew up idolizing. I’d be on the beach, and there were chicks in bikinis running around. You know, the first one always makes the impression no matter what it is. The first time you have some food that you love. That becomes your favorite food. And this was the first to me, the first stroking material, that blonde chick. That was the one. The whole California dreaming was romantic to me. California lifestyle has always been a huge part of everything I do. People think that I’m stuck in the eighties. I’m not so much stuck in the eighties as I’m stuck in the California lifestyle.

With the 1980s representing the heyday of that lifestyle.

Yeah.

As someone who communicates with paint, was it a stretch trying to communicate with photographs?

I completely over thought it in the beginning. I started thinking about all this complex stuff, like, I’m going to make letters out of the girls’ bodies and I’m going to do chalk outlines on the ground and all this shit. And literally right before the shoot I’m like, What am I doing? This is so not organic. This is so not refined. To me, it’s just my artwork in Penthouse with beautiful girls in front of it. So now you have the California lifestyle, and I got my artwork, and I threw some art supplies down and said, “Go with it.”

It was super organic and simple.

Do you have a favorite setup or shot?

The four girls in front of the “RISK” piece might be my favorite, because there was a girl for each letter and it glorified the piece so much. But I can’t say I have a favorite, because the shots with the girls down in the basement, I thought those were really cool. For the epitome of what a Penthouse shoot should look like, I thought they nailed it. I’m also excited to see the ones with the girls in the cubes.

Technically, the photographs in this layout came from Tommy O., under the Art Direction of our featured artist. As you might be able to tell from the interview, the vast majority of the “RISK” Kelly Graval took with this shoot ended up being with the women naked. Since we choose not to show that sort of image out in these easily-accessed places, we chose a few that showed off the art instead. Radical, right?

What was up with putting the girls in the box?

They’re supposed to be an object of beauty, a piece of art in the box. That’s it. The girl is the piece of art. And I put that in front of my art.

Framing that perfect California girl and showcasing her in front of your older, Wildstyle art?

Yeah, I felt like that was important. I had to take it back to the girl and to the era that was the most exciting. That was the time I most wanted to be in a magazine like this, when I was out there writing “RISK.”

RISK ... Kelly Graval

RISK has evolved the aforementioned Buckshot Gallery into Regime Contemporary and moved it from the beaches to downtown Los Angeles since Penthouse Magazine first published this article in September of 2015. He does maintain his own site as well, where he shows off all variety art which serves to both impress and humble we mere mortals. One can inquire about pricing for some of the finer art available, but we live by the old standard as a rule: “If you have to ask, you can’t afford it.” … One can find many more “reasonable” options via Compound Editions, though, so that might be fun. Now we just need to create more wall space around here.

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An AEE Virgin Journey

An AEE Virgin at the AVNs

I’d overpacked again. My snakeskin suitcase was impossibly heavy and my purse, hastily filled with last-minute necessities, threatened to leave a train of rhinestone pasties behind me as I squeezed down the narrow cabin of my flight to Vegas. Twenty minutes later and I was 10,000 feet in the air. The cabin buzzed with nervous energy — the aggressive chewing of pretzels; the rattling of ice in little plastic cups; bachelorette parties ordering seconds of airplane chardonnay; travelers unsure of what their trip might hold. I was three hours out from my first time at the AVNs, the “Oscars of Porn” and, to tell the truth, I didn’t know what to expect either.

This year, the AVNs were held at Resorts World Las Vegas, The Strip’s barely-legal new kid on the block. Hosted by adult mega outlet Adult Video News, the AVNs are a four-day event climaxing in a Saturday night award show.

AEE Virgin: Meet The Beginning

My flight touched down just before 8:00 p.m. Wednesday, too late to catch the action of Day 1 on the expo floor. I consoled myself in the nostalgic kitsch of the Peppermill Restaurant & Fireside Lounge, conveniently located just across Las Vegas Boulevard from Resorts World. It was still early enough to grab one of the coveted spots by the fire pit — the same booth I’d seen in Scorcese’s Casino; a sunken velvet fortress framed with gaudy brass rails — all seemingly plucked from the floor of a 70s strip club. I ordered a drink to work up the courage for the trip across the street.

It was easy to spot the AVN talent amid souvenir-clad tourists — e-girls in cat ears, Amazonian giantesses, and recognizable mainstream veterans posing for photos with fans. I followed the mesmerizing glow of neon body stockings toward the “AVN Party” signs until I dead-ended into a wall of event security staff. Before I could begin to beg for admission, I was waved in, badgeless and all. Exhilarating. A triumph.

The banquet tent was mostly empty when I arrived, save for a few civilian partygoers greedily staking out seating areas. Above a barren dance floor, lingerie-clad go-go dancers gyrated alongside a DJ playing Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie” and Usher’s “Yeah!”. I decided to make the most of it. launching myself onto the floor in a flurry of moves most frequently performed by drunken fathers of the bride. I disco danced, I dropped it low, and I performed a grossly underwhelming bachata. Eventually, I hit my limit and, breathless and slightly sweaty, I headed for the door just in time to watch the party begin to pour in. It turned out I’d arrived a bit early for the festivities — a move very on-brand for my whole deal. Partygoers filled the dance floor as I swam upstream through the crowd. I was tempted to stay and the tequila in my glass argued that more people needed to see me dance badly — but tomorrow would be a big day and I’d need to grab some rest. I didn’t want to miss a moment.

AEE Virgin: Meet The Throng

I acquired my AVN credentials the next morning and shrugged off the disbelief I felt seeing the title printed on my badge, “Renee Olstead: Penthouse Pet & Columnist”. It had been a year since my January cover hit newsstands and only months since I’d first started writing for the publication. I felt like the awkward kid that somehow managed to sneak her way into the cool kids’ party. This trip, I’d be shape-shifting between roles, journalist by day, Penthouse Pet by night — a real life porno Peter Parker. It was just before 11:00 am when I made my way to the casino’s lounge for my first interview. I’d chosen a white strappy jumpsuit for the occasion, a regrettable fast-fashion choice that collapsed midway through my first interview. I laughed it off, grateful for the pasties I’d chosen to wear that morning — nudity on the casino floor is grounds for removal. I quickly covered myself with my jacket and made a break for the bathroom, where I fashioned a top from a free t-shirt I’d grabbed off a swag table.

Five interviews later, I found myself amid the chaos of the AVN Expo, a gallery of performers and vendors crammed into a room the size of a high-school gym. Ring lights shone like little suns upon camgirls broadcasting the event to viewers at home. Slack-jawed fans in headsets demoed VR porn. Lingerie-clad performers signed autographs for fans on either side of cam site booths where streamers chatted enthusiastically with computer screens — a blend of the AVN legacy and a glimpse at what’s next.

I scanned the crowd for familiar faces, sharing hellos with Skye Blue, Tyler Cruise, and Lana Smalls. I stumbled through introductions with online mutuals like SexWorkCEO’s Melrose Michaels and Summer Hart, both fellow redheads and the latter a leader for Las Vegas mutual aid group SWAID. As Day 2 of the expo came to a close, I hurried to my room. It was time to change for the first party of my event itinerary, one I’d be attending as my hot girl alter-ego, Penthouse’s January ‘23 Pet.

Violet Summers, Renee Olstead, Lacy Lennon, Mia Ventura, Tahlia Paris ... Pets Aplenty

AEE Virgin: Meet the Party

It was nearly 11:30 p.m. and the Penthouse cohort would soon assemble at the MGM Grand. Tonight’s party was held at the casino’s popular nightclub, Hakkasan. I joined the Penthouse crew at a nearby casino lounge and added a tequila Red Bull to the company tab. I introduced myself to ‘20 POTY Lacy Lennon along with April ‘20 Pet Violet Summers and chatted with ‘22 Pet Tahlia Paris, a California girl three years into a move to Vegas. A few drinks later we we were led past Hakkasan security. I felt like a Trojan horse that had just breached the gates of hot girl Troy. A few drinks after that I was dancing on the back of a black leather booth front and center before the dance floor, grinding against some of the most desired women in the world — and then, it happened. Before I could stop myself, before my better judgment could beg me to reconsider — I started doing the Macarena.

I don’t know why I did it, but it was too late to save face now. I’d already revealed my true self, the redhead incapable of being cool, a rhinestoned vector of the universally undesirable Macarena virus. I braced myself for ridicule, but as I turned, I saw the unexpected. Violet Summers was dancing enthusiastically alongside me; left hand, right hand, cross, cross, hand on hips, butt wiggle. Then Tahlia Paris. Then Lacy Lennon. The ridicule I feared never arrived, just smiles, selfies, sisterhood — and more tequila. 

AEE Virgin: Meet the Other Party

The next morning arrived too soon. A whirlwind of interviews and photos hoots came ahead of another Penthouse event, this time at Las Vegas nightclub Drai’s. Tonight, T.I. would perform, followed by a DJ set from fellow Macarena conspirator Tahlia Paris. Tahlia and I agreed to meet first for drinks in the casino lobby. An hour later we were in the club, shouting politely over the noise of the crowd, dancing and — in my case — fleeing the all-but-obligatory tequila frequently handed out by club hostesses eager to clear their trays.

It was just before 2:00 am when all Pets were asked to assemble for a photo op. We posed together in the flash of cameras that blinded us to the wave of sparklers in the distance. As the lights enclosed upon us, manicured hands raised posters above the crowd — posters of Tahlia, the woman with whom I’d shared a quiet glass of champagne just hours before. Then 3,244 square feet of LED proclaimed “Congratulations Penthouse Pet of the Year Tahlia Paris!”

Photos filled the screen: Tahlia at the beach, Tahlia on the bed, Tahlia Paris, Penthouse royalty. I turned back to see my new friend. In her hands was a small black box that she pressed close to her chest. We all knew what was inside: the signature necklace that heralds the newly crowned Penthouse Pet of the Year. As Nov ‘22 Pet Veronica Perasso fastened the glittering pendant around her neck, we screamed and cried in celebration. Tahlia Paris was Penthouse’s 2023 Pet of the Year.

AEE Virgin: Meet the Awards Show

It was final day of the AVNs and I poured myself into a tight white dress in preparation for the night’s awards show. Last night’s party had given me new confidence. I flashed my badge for security and strode into the awards pre-show VIP section. More familiar faces; this time, nominees Vivianne DeSilva and ‘16 Penthouse POTY Kenna James. James was up for four awards this year, and her AVN schedule had been even more packed than mine — daytime appearances followed by late night feature performances at Vegas gentlemen’s club Scores. She was further scheduled to perform a final set after the conclusion of the awards, and Sunday she’d drive to LA to shoot a series of scenes. I admired her endurance as I shifted my weight back and forth against the event’s rental furniture — a futile effort to comfort feet I had abused for three consecutive days. James eyed my 7-inch heels, my calculated oscillation, and lifted the hem of her dress to reveal a pair of ballerina flats. A far wiser choice, Pet sister.

Our conversation was interrupted by a voice over the loudspeaker: the award show would soon begin. Popcorn in hand, I limped to my seat. Onstage, a video of half-naked models looped on a 40-foot-tall screen. 90 minutes after the show’s scheduled start, the stage’s topless screen saver faded into the show’s pre-recorded opening, a slideshow of “Hall of Fame” inductees and a somber “In Memoriam” segment. Two noticeably late additions had been added to the end of the segment, AVN Hall-of-Famer Jesse Jane and fetish legend Masuimi Max.

The stage burst into light and revealed Iggy Azalea, gyrating in neon green spandex amid a throng of dancers. Pre-recorded skits sandwiched between award categories like “Best Blowbang Scene” and “Best Female Mixed Age Movie” while demurely cropped clips, noticeably devoid of “money shots,” rolled on the screens surrounding the presenters. 

As the show came to a close, I couldn’t help but feel the AVNs weren’t nearly as lascivious as anticipated. The chain-smoking, tattooed starlets described in “Big Red Sonwere noticeably absent, replaced by a new generation of performers (some tattooed, many with vapes in hand). A lot has changed in the adult industry over the 32 years since the award show got its start, and AVN has done its best to roll with the punches. Seedy adult video stores have been replaced with tube sites, and mainstream studios now compete head-to-head with amateur creators, cam sites, and performer-produced content. It’s a change clearly visible on the expo floor and in the AVN award categories themselves, with awards for creators, podcasts, and collabs.

AEE Virgin: Meet the Conclusion

Perhaps it’s my proximity to the work that dampens the shock value, but for me, the event’s more explicit moments won’t be my greatest takeaway. Was my first time at the AVNs sexy? Sure — but what I’ll remember most is the acceptance I felt in a Macarena line of Penthouse Pets; the look on Tahlia’s face during her big moment. I’ll remember the conversations I overheard in casino bathrooms and the performers gracious enough to run the length of a casino floor for an interview amid a packed schedule. I’ll think about all that has changed — the webcam booths; the virtual reality chairs; the independent creators — and all that has remained constant: the fans, the community, the impressive staying power of the Lycra dress. Above all, my first time at the AVNs was special — the way you always hear a “first time” is supposed to be. I wouldn’t change a thing.

Renee has been an absolute joy, although her professionalism — and perhaps as she suggested her “proximity to the work” — made her a lot less shocked than any other AEE Virgin we had shepherded through the event. Honestly she ended up leading a lot more than she followed, which we found both refreshing and tiring at the same time, if you can relate to that.

Renee was absolutely correct with her insights regarding how the “AEE/AVNs” have evolved to reflect the current industry, and that continues to make the event both relevant and great fun, even to us aged, grizzled veterans. If we can be looking forward to next year while still being tired from this year, AVN has accomplished a remarkably good thing. … Although next year maybe we should all bring ballerina slippers.

AEE Virgin Renee Olstead with Experienced Friends Lacy Lennon and Violet Summers

Embrace the Political Suck

Political Suck … Now What?

The stench of star-spangled vomit lingers while the national hangover only now settles in. Whatever the hell it was that happened November 8 — liberal 9/11, Republican VE  Day, whitelash, demagoguery — we’ll be living with the consequences for a long time. No amount of painkillers and greasy food will quell it. The most cynical of impulses and ideas may be most directly implicated in what happened, but we all did this to the American body politic. Shamed, thrilled, and indifferent alike, we are all culpable.

You knowing readers are on the other side of 2017, and Trumpian America has begun in earnest. I’m writing this in late 2016 (production turnover time, you dig) and the country’s still coming to terms with the change.

I did not vote for Trump. My candidate lost when (like a lot of suckers) I thought for sure she’d win. WHOOPS. Election night was a strange, surreal few hours — descriptions my Trump-voting friends also use in between their messages of gloating and offers to send me a fascist red baseball cap.

We’re all trying to do our part to keep the dialogue going. For the sake of the American republic, if nothing else.

One parent who lived through the sixties said it’d been worse then, in terms of national disunity. The other parent said no, this is much worse. Both emphasized resolve, but also empathy. They’d lived through an era of Us against Them. Maybe it’s always Us against Them, true enough, but so much of the American experiment relies on the idea that it’s not. Even if that idea is nothing but pretense, is clinging to that idea and pretense in Trumpian America only the pursuit of a fool? Definitely maybe. But there are worse fates than the fool’s. [Political Suck accidental.]

Military Veterans voted fro Trump at about a 2:1 ratio, and, like it or not, he’s the Commander in Chief now.

As for the military and veterans communities: That we as a whole tend to vote Republican ain’t news, but I’d always ascribed that more to cultural backgrounds than set worldviews. Our formative years and social DNA stir within us all, even when — especially when? — we vote. But in 2016, after Trump bragged about not serving, after he’d slandered POWs, after he’d mocked generals and insulted a Gold Star family just for kicks, I really thought that might change. Honorable military service is supposed to be a sacred cow, and Trump had spat on that sacred cow and then melded it into a golden toilet for his own personal use.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. Military veterans voted for Trump at about a 2:1 ratio. And like it or not, he’s the commander in chief now. He’ll be my president. He’ll be your president. He’ll be our president. That’s how this damn thing works.

Maybe I’ve been living in soft hipster Brooklyn too long. Maybe the kid from Reno has lost touch with REAL heartland values (crippling addiction to meth not included). Maybe vets are just as full of shit as anyone else, but for the life of me I couldn’t understand how or why our service members and veterans voted for the draft-dodging, Putin-slurping, stubby-fingering, doublespeaking, racebaiting, richie-riching, hate-mongering, goofy-suiting, bankrupting, tax-evading, pussy-grabbing Lord of the Heel Spur.

So I asked. [Political Suck aside.]

Anecdotal data alert! I polled thirty Iraq and Afghanistan vets — some friends still in the military, some former soldiers I served with, some acquaintances I’ve crossed paths with over the years at various camo gatherings. It came in at about a third for Trump, a third for Hillary, and a third for Gary Johnson/none of the above. Keep in mind that A) this hardly counts as a scientific poll and B) the vets sampled here don’t represent the wider 2:1 ratio mentioned above. They’re younger, for one, as the “average” American vet is much older than our generation. Still, I received some interesting responses worth sharing.

“I just thought the country needed a change,” wrote an Army E-6 who’s seen three combat tours and is approaching retirement. “The Donald’s a fucking blowhard, don’t get me wrong, but he’s different. He’s no typical politician. And I liked what he had to say about (improving American) infrastructure.”

“It was Hillary,” an active Marine captain wrote. “She’s corrupt. I’d vote for bin Laden before her. And Al Qaeda tried to kill me. Twice.”

The anti-Hillary sentiment came out time and time again. “If I’d done what she did (with the private server/emails) I’d be locked up at Leavenworth,” complained a former Army corporal. But not everyone agreed, particularly non-white male vets.

“I’m heartsick,” a current Navy lieutenant commander said to me. “As a woman of color, with some of the things Trump said while campaigning…it’s not that he’ll be my boss. That’s part of the military, following orders from people we might not agree with. But that my country heard all that hate and craziness and still voted him in….”

But it wasn’t just minorities who voted for Hillary. “I’m a crusty old white dude, drive a pickup, own thirty guns, as redneck as they come and proud of it,” a retired Army first sergeant wrote me. “But America’s like the Army — we’re at our best when we’re together. We’re at our worst when we’re divided. Fuck Trump.” [Political Suck intended.]

After an election as messy and ugly as this one was, can the country come together again? Or are we doomed to perennial Red State vs. Blue State, middle America vs. coastal America, country vs. city, headed for a Rome-like implosion as too many historians and social scientists are beginning to compellingly argue?

Hell if I know. I just work here.

Something I do know, though: America’s been through tougher times. Made better from it, too.

The Union forever. Hurrah boys, hurrah. No political leader should change that. No political leader can.

Even amidst a horrible Political Suck, we would never tell you for whom you should vote. If we did that, you see, we’d be like all the other idiots out there screaming, “If you only appreciated my brilliance, you’d see how 100% correct I am and how the other side overflows with lunacy.” … We did choose March 25th to publish, however, because one of the (many, many) trials against the man who became President, and the subject of this article, was supposed to begin. Of course that got delayed, with either represents a great strategy to allow him time to get re-elected so that he can put the kibosh on (almost) all these clearly unfair persecutions, or it serves as yet another meal of frustration and disbelief that began sometime back in 2015 when almost no one even understood what might be for dinner. We will not to you how to vote, but we WILL tell you that it matters. You can hit up the DNC, or the Green Party, or the Libertarians, or the RNC – in alphabetic order, to be clear – to begin your search. Better yet, you can just check your local newspaper for issues and people that will certainly impact you more directly after the next election. We also hope you still have a local newspaper.

Political Suck - The White House, Washington DC
Yeah, that can’t be good.

Maybe the 1960s were just as bad. Maybe now it’s worse. We just know Political Suck still Sucks.

High Sobriety

High Sobriety Founder Joe Schrank

Joe Schrank has been sober for two decades, but he’s not annoying about it. In fact, he may be the only social worker in California who supports the use of pot without ever smoking it himself. A tattooed, six-foot-five former USC football player, Schrank graduated with a master’s degree in clinical social work from the University of Illinois, then got hired as a residential therapist at Promises, a Malibu detox center known for hosting addicted celebrities such as Charlie Sheen, Robert Downey Jr., and Lindsey Lohan. Later, Schrank moved to New York, founded the city’s first sober living home, co-founded the addiction and recovery website The Fix, and worked with local authorities to establish the first recovery program in an area high school.

The focus of Schrank’s graduate work was depression and substance abuse in college athletes, and here he drew on his own struggles. Son of an alcoholic Vietnam vet, Schrank turned to the bottle himself as a young man, “pouring alcohol on his depression,” as he put it to me. He responded well to Alcoholics Anonymous but watched others around him try AA and repeatedly fail to get sober. When a close friend of his overdosed and died a few years ago, it shook him into action. In 2017, Schrank founded High Sobriety in LA’s Culver City neighborhood, the first rehab facility to make cannabis a core element of its treatment plan for those addicted to alcohol and/ or opiates.

We caught up with Schrank to talk about High Sobriety and why he thinks cannabis could be part of the answer to America’s addiction problem.

What drove you to create an alternative to AA?

I think AA is a great organization for many people. I don’t have an objection to it. I have an objection to the idea that it’s the only solution to a drug-abuse issue. With 22 million people in need of some kind of chemical dependency treatment, labeling all people constitutionally incapable with a need to pray-it’s just not logical. lt doesn’t address the problem. The recovery rates haven’t moved. Think of dentistry and the vast improvements in the last 15 years. Why is it that chemical dependency treatment hasn’t changed and, some might argue, is getting worse? lf someone has a drug problem and the only thing they are told is, “You have to go to AA,” and that’s wrong. There are other options like medication, or what I do at High Sobriety, which is harm reduction.

How does harm reduction guide the High Sobriety approach?

My vision of harm reduction is to create enough room for an individual to make decisions about their own life-to respect their right to self-determine without judgment. In other words, “You want to smoke pot? Okay. it’s not my business:” Some people give up cannabis and move to total abstinence, but you don’t have the option to do that if you are dead. This is where I often get myself into trouble, but I don’t believe that total abstinence is the best solution for everyone with drug-use issues.

For some people, no drug use as the only option for a problem is wrong. These young guys who have trauma-you kind of want them baked. They have a tendency for violence and other issues that are helped by drug use. We all benefit from drug use-even if it’s simply aspirin when you have a cold. The idea of a drug-free America is fantasy. Abstinence-only drug education is just as ineffective as abstinence-only sex education.

Why does weed have attraction as a rehab tool?

[I like cannabis] because there is no lethal dose. The truth of the matter is that if you look at the data analysis, fully-formed adults are pretty safe using cannabis. As a social worker, my interest is in the safety of the individual, the potential harm to self or others. Dangers reduce when people replace their drug use with only cannabis: sexual assault, violence between partners, emergency room visits from accidents, and so on. Do you want to give people a loaded gun or a nerf sword? I think they are safer with the nerf sword.

But some people don’t like pot, or get paranoid smoking it. There’s a reason they prefer Percocet.

At High Sobriety, we don’t believe that everyone is a viable candidate for harm-reduction cannabis replacement. We don’t have the magical solution to an addiction problem. What I learned about cannabis is that the strain matters, and you need to consult with someone who knows their stuff, like a doctor. I don’t know this stuff, which is why we have people on staff who do. The route of admission matters, whether it’s an edible, a vape, or flower.

Weed also isn’t what it was 40 years ago. It’s strong as hell. My initial idea was naive-“No one dies from weed, so go smoke weed instead’.’ Part of it was the enticement to get opioid addicts treatment. Many people are shocked to find out they can smoke weed in our rehab. I give them all the parameters: You have to see the doctor, the doctor has to qualify you, the pot must be dispensed from a reputable dispensary. It’s not just a bunch of people sitting around smoking weed. For example, we had a kid in here with Crohn’s disease. The doctor got him off opioids and onto a pretty low-THC strain of cannabis that helps the kid with his pain. Great. I believe he is better off using that pot than opioid painkillers.

We are still on a learning curve, but what I do know from years of doing this is that when someone leaves a sober-living facility, it’s eyebrow raising. Be careful. Go to meetings. All this sort of stuff. We don’t know what that person is going to do once they leave sober living. A portion of them return to active using and die. That’s not the case if we have supported them into limiting their drug use to cannabis. A 22-year-old kid-and we get a lot of those-who is an injectable heroin user, then six months later is a medicinally dispensed cannabis user? Weil, he may give up cannabis at age 25.

I can talk to a 22-year-old cannabis user about returning to school, military service, or their drama with their relationship, but you can’t talk to a heroin user. It’s very hard because all you ever talk about is for them to stop using heroin. I had one kid tell me that his girlfriend didn’t like the weed-smoking. Well, do you like the girl or the weed more? Point being, when that kid [arrived] there was no girlfriend. All he had were a bunch of infected injection sites, smelled like a dead hooker, and was nodding off during conversations. Look, you can clean people up. I think people can have functional lives as cannabis users.

In AA, success is being substance-free and happy. What is success for High Sobriety patients?

Our metric of success is a bunch of different things: the ability to hold employment, civic responsibility, returning to school, disentangling from the legal system. Our metric of success is not a clean or dirty urine screen. That is a data point, but it doesn’t tell you the whole story about somebody’s life. We know that our [patients] will test positive for THC. lf you look at a 30-panel urine screen and the only screen that is positive is THC-diazepam is negative, methamphetamines are negative, opiates are negative-1 think that’s awesome. AA and 99 percent of other rehabs out there would see that as a total failure.

At around $42,000 a month out of pocket, without insurance, the program’s not exactly cheap.

With insurance, we can get out-of-pocket costs down to around $5,000. Look, as a socialist I hate the class system of drug use in America. I don’t like that we only get the white kids from Brentwood and Connecticut. It’s not that I don’t like the white kids, it’s that they are not the only people with [addiction] problems. I don’t know how to diversify this issue besides winning the lottery. My proposed solution is taxing alcohol at an appropriate rate and designating that money toward treatment and recovery options for people. The state of California has not raised taxes on alcohol in 25 years. Really? Just do a quarter a six-pack. Who does that hurt?

Imagine the uproar that would cause. It’s a pretty radical idea.

The recovery community is not organized as a voting constituency, right? As a guy who hasn’t had a drink in 20 years, why do I have to pay for puke on Venice Boulevard and broken glass and all the mess that alcohol causes? The consumer should pay it. There should be a user tax for damage, just like there is a tax on your car for the environmental effect. The user pays. You don’t like it? Don’t drink it.

Why do you think addiction recovery hasn’t advanced like other fields of medicine?

Think about it this way: We have a housewife from Brentwood in a bubble-gum pink track suit who takes pills and a kid with a skateboard and his jeans below his ass and we are telling them they require the exact same treatment for their addictions. Ten years ago, there was only ovarian cancer-now we have discovered subsets of ovarian cancer. We need to have subsets of addiction and addiction treatment if we are going to address our national problem. Culturally, we have never seen anything like the current opiate crisis, which means the solution isn’t going to be like anything we’ve seen before either.

And cannabis could be part of that solution?

My thing as a social worker-and as a follower of Jesuit philosophy, is that people have the right to self-determine. We’re there to serve them. I have an obligation, from an ethical perspective, to provide options for people. Same people go to AA and do really well. Not everyone does. Only five percent of people achieve total abstinence and do well with that. You want to join a system where you have a five percent success rate? Go ahead. You may be in that percentage.

High Sobriety is harm reduction, and harm reduction is all around us, whether it’s a bike helmet, the airbag in your car, or a condom. I think that cannabis is harm reduction for addicts and can be successful. Think about it: 88,000 Americans drink themselves to death per year, while 1,800 college kids die from alcohol-related causes. No one smokes weed to death. All drug use has risk. Five hundred people a year overdose and die from Tylenol. I don’t think that cannabis is blameless, holy, or without risk. However, I think the risk is mitigated. It’s pretty low. I like your odds of getting through the evening after you’ve smoked a joint compared to drinking half a bottle of vodka.

Originally published this month in 2018, we’re bringing back some fine work by one of our favorite former editors. People move on in life, but that does not mean those of us left behind cannot celebrate her insights. Joe Schrank still excels in his service as well, and we continue to marvel at his success. We also still lament that it costs big money to help with a sickness that hits the poor as significantly as it does. Joe’s whole “with insurance” angle hits a broader social issue as well. Good thing we try to avoid broader social issues.

Mistress Domme

Mistress, Love, and the Proper Domme

November 1993 Penthouse VariationsHe had just finished paying me a great deal of money for a dominance session, and we had hit it off, so to speak. So we chatted while he had a glass of wine, put his clothes back on, brushed his hair and donned his jacket.

I was curious about his motives for answering a “De Sade” ad in our local adult paper, The Spectator, and for negotiating for a paid scene. It seemed to me that a man who was this good-looking, intelligent, and sensitive could have found a lady who loved him enough to cater to his not-very-outrageous. submissive needs. So, I asked him a few tactful questions.

No, he did not want to know where he could go to meet other people in “the scene.” The idea that there were social groups for adults who liked bondage and discipline, or fetish costumes, seemed to frighten him. Yes, he had a girlfriend — they were engaged to be married. Had he ever talked about any of this (I gestured at the dungeon) with her? “Absolutely not!” he blurted. “I have to go!” And, like a bunny with a tail wind, he went.

As I packed up my gym bag (yet another heap of lingerie to rinse out, the spike heels too high for a walk to the bus, my makeup kit, tit clamps, a suede whip, Tanith Lee’s latest book and a wire brush). I wondered which part of our encounter was too dreadful for him to share with the woman he apparently planned to share the rest of his life with. Was it simply kneeling? Confessing to having wicked thoughts and daydreams? Was it the lipstick? The feel of warm, oiled, heavy chrome beads being inserted carefully, one at a time? What consequences did he imagine would follow such exposure?

On my way home to the woman who is my lover, I kept thinking about all the men (and the occasional woman) who responded to my ad. Most of my clients seemed to assume that S&M was something you could not do with somebody you loved, somebody who might also love you. The ideal mistress had to be a stranger. Why? There are many motives for seeing a professional. Very few people have elaborate dungeons in their own homes or an extensive fetish wardrobe. Some people are erotically excited by exchanging money for pleasure. Some of my slaves had wives who were ill. Others felt they were too old or disabled or just too busy to find a partner they did not have to pay. But most of them were simply ashamed of themselves and didn’t want anybody else to know their dirty secrets.

None of my clients got as many scenes as they would have liked. Very few of them ever found a mistress who was compatible or genuinely interested in their needs. Most of them hopped from ad to ad, hoping that every time a new domina opened shop, she would somehow work the magic that nobody else had successfully performed.

What could possibly make the guilt, isolation. frustration and the tiresome chore of living a double life worth it? Respectability. I suppose. Male privilege? Or perhaps heterosexual privilege? Denial? — of course.

This is not solely a heterosexual problem. Many same-sex couples who want to explore bondage and discipline have broken up because they assumed that they could never play rough with the person on the next pillow.

A good S&M or fetish scene isn’t simply a matter of acting out a passage from Story of O or duplicating the latest Kim West ad. There is no such thing as a generic B&D fantasy. All the participants have to be comfortable and familiar enough with their own erotic trigger-points to describe them to each other. It may seem easier to communicate this embarrassing or risky stuff to a stranger. But I believe it actually damages one’s self-esteem. over the long run, to feel that one’s innermost self is so beyond the pale that it can only emerge in a brothel or an alley. Dominance and submission is, after all, a form of sex. And romance makes all kinds of sex so much belier. When you know your loved one sees the truth about you. your secrets and fears, and that person’s love does not fail, it eases some of the loneliness we all carry around inside our skulls.

A good S&M scene requires the same qualities — trust, honesty, safety, risk-taking, creativity, personal growth, mutual respect and affection — that a good relationship possesses. Commercial S&M often takes the form of obsessively trying to create one perfect scenario. Since each new mistress or master doesn’t quite get it right, you demand the same impossible fantasy from the next person you hire. But a committed partner will try harder to give you what you want, and you will be more inclined to forgive any imperfections. You don’t have to do the same scene over and over again; you can build on it. And it becomes chapter one of a long and surprising book. It’s the difference between hiring somebody to help you jack off and making love.

So how does one create this sort of relationship? It takes patience to get from missionary-position coitus to corset training and crop kisses. Try thinking of your partner as a novice rather than as a hostile, disapproving obstacle to your gratification. You didn’t wake up one day with a head full of bondage positions and verbal abuse. It took you time to put it all together. Your partner might need some general sex education and loosening up.

Try sex manuals, erotic videos, massage classes and field trips to fetish shops to introduce new ways the two of you can express your desire for one another. Always respond positively to your partner’s curiosity, answer questions and treat fears with respect. Remember that we are all much more likely to try something new if it looks fun, easy and rewarding. If it isn’t clear to your partner what she or he is going to get out of all this a little reluctance is understandable.

This means that you probably have to be the top, at least in the beginning. You can’t expect somebody to automatically know what to do with those handcuffs and that riding crop. And don’t be lazy — don’t do exactly the same things to your partner that you wish some hooded icon of your libido would do to you. Tailor your experimental efforts to your lover’s fantasies. Try not to scare the less experienced person. Make sure your partner knows that if she or he doesn’t like it, you’ll stop at once.

An initial scene that includes a little bit of kink and a lot of really good vanilla sex will probably make your partner eager to learn more. A little further down the line, you can mention that you’d like to return the gift of submission and completely serve his or her pleasure.

Sometimes, despite all your efforts, your lover or spouse will be indifferent or negative to your need for imaginative sex. But that need not be the end of the relationship. A neutral partner might be willing to oblige you occasionally or trade some of your favorite activities for some of theirs. If the two of you are determined to remain together, your partner may allow you to seek out casual playmates for S&M. But remember that the essence of this sexual specialty is consent. If your partner really finds S&M repellent or silly. Don’t manipulate or coerce. It won’t work, and it isn’t fair. Separation may be the only sensible solution.

When a man and woman, or two men or two women, who already own leather jackets and shackles engage in courtship and mating rituals, they still have to decide how to integrate S&M into the rest of the relationship. Very few S&M relationships resemble the fantasy ideal. Both partners might be bottoms (or, more rarely, tops). Even if your role preferences are neatly polarized. it’s possible for a bondage bottom to find herself or himself paired with a top who is mostly interested in, say, flagellation. Being a feminist, I am offended by the notion that the dishes must always be done by the bottom, although I must confess that if I ever found a slave who would really do all the housework, I might consider wearing my leathers around the clock. And you wonder why S&M educators talk so much about negotiation and communication skills!

Personally, though, I am not excited by the reality of having a full-time submissive. It’s the change in status from autonomous adult to shivering, restrained, helpless flesh that I find exciting. If somebody is already down on the floor. I don’t get to have the fun of catching them and wrestling them down. I don’t like what usually happens to bottoms who never get out of role. Although it’s difficult to generalize, I’ve seen quite intelligent men and women become unable to keep a job, make the simple decisions involved in shopping for groceries or maintain good grooming habits. Often they start drinking too much. And they usually become boring and selfish in bed. The subconscious reasoning seems to go like this “I’ve given up my independence, so you owe me complete and instant fulfillment of all my S&M fantasies.” Constantly harnessing your will to another’s inevitably creates resentment that erupts in provocative. Rude, even violent behavior.

For myself, I would rather do heavy, hot sessions with an eager masochist once a week and walk out of the playroom with both of us feeling very pleased with ourselves, than to constantly supervise an incompetent dependent and punish her for being rebellious three times a day. I’ve never had a bottom who didn’t need to be punished once in the course of our relationship. But if I need to punish her again, either we’re not compatible or she is incorrigible. Rather than correct the bottom again, I’ll send her away. S&M that is always scripted as serious punishment, as opposed to playful discipline or cathartic, erotic humiliation, makes both partners feel bad.

And I don’t like what happens to me when I try to become full-time mistress or daddy. I become rude to waiters, find it impossible to wait my turn in line, don’t listen, don’t ask questions, can’t accept help and can’t admit I’m ever wrong. “Top’s disease” is so unattractive. I don’t feel very believable as a dominant when I’m so rigid and brittle that the smallest inconvenience or demur makes me furious. The same skills that make an S&M scene hot don’t really work when you have to pay an overdue telephone bill in person.

Besides, I’m not 100 percent top, and I don’t know any honest masters or mistresses who are. All of the people who wear their keys on the left like to switch from time to time, although very few of us will talk about it. Bottoms who are scandalized by this fact are going to have a hard time keeping any top happy. Do you really want to go under for somebody who has no idea what son of emotional and psychological state they are putting you in? Do you really want to let somebody hunt you who has forgotten (if they ever knew) what a quirt or hot wax feels like? If you really love your owner or your sadist, don’t you want her or him to be happy — even if that means occasionally rolling over? Or is your devotion such a fragile thing that it can be shattered by any evidence of your top’s humanity?

Finally, I can’t maintain my sobriety if I lie about what I want. Sexual dishonesty will lead me straight back into the destructive habit of abusing drugs and alcohol. Owning my own submissiveness and my sadism — not letting anyone make me feel guilty about either one of them — is a major pan of the program I have to work to stay clean. I can’t be in a relationship with somebody who doesn’t validate this. It’s too dangerous for me.

My favorite S&M scenes are based on what both of us want right now, not what we think we should want or can get. This keeps me from falling back on a rote scene (first you’ll kneel and strip, then I’ll tie you to the bed, then I’ll use the soft rubber whip, then I’ll use the soft leather whip, then I’ll get out the cane, then I’ll turn you over and go for the clothespins, etc.). This means that the onus is not entirely on me. If my panner has read an article on removing hair with hot wax and is intrigued, she’d better say so. It also gives me room to enact my own agenda, instead of simply acting out a script the bottom hands me.

My best relationships run in a similar fashion. One night. I might want to be served dinner and then given a back rub and pedicure by a pretty slave girl. On another night, I might want to be a teenage boy who is going to tie up the local cock-tease and have his way with her. Or I might be a stem leather daddy showing his boy how to take it like a man. I might want to put on my spike heels, step on somebody’s throat and cane them until my arm is tired. On the other hand. I might also want to put on my flannel jammies and watch Bringing Up Baby. If I can’t have my evenings off with cocoa and animal crackers, I don’t want to be your Bitch Goddess.

Couples into S&M can have the same problems keeping the sex intense that vanilla people face. Running a household and making a living can be so time-consuming that by the end of the day, lacing on a PVC jumpsuit or getting into those leather jodhpurs seems like just one more awful chore. Since I work at home, it’s especially important for me to close the office door and force myself to get out of worker-bee mode. I have to eat, shower and then lay out my toys and the evening’s outfit. The ritual of gelling ready for a scene becomes a kind of foreplay. By the time my boots and gloves go on. I’m ready lo kick ass.

I also need to remember to take vacations with my lover. Getting away from the telephone and the television allows us to remember why we fell in love. Perhaps because I write so much pornography, I tend to forget that I can be inspired by other people’s work. If I feel that I’m gelling too predictable, I may give myself homework. For example, this week my assignment might be to find a place to do a quick scene out-of-doors or figure out how to do bondage in the kitchen instead of the bedroom. Or I might put away the six toys I always reach for and make myself use less familiar equipment.

Having an open relationship also keeps things from going stale. If my partner catches some other top’s eye, she is free to return that person’s wink. The thought that some other pair of tender, downy buttocks might get my attention certainly makes her think twice about using her safe-word too quickly. If we meet somebody we both like, we might set out to seduce her together.

We’re not immune to jealousy. But I never had a monogamous relationship where I wasn’t accused of wanting to sleep with other women anyway. If I’m going to have to go through the trauma and drama, I’d rather get some nooky, as well. Of course, we insist on safe sex with outside partners, and there are certain people who are off limits to both of us, simply because they don’t respect our primary bond with one another. I expect to be asked for permission before my property lays down under someone else’s sadistic touch, and I think bottoming for anyone besides my current girlfriend would be asking too much. When my lover comes back to me after having a date with somebody else, I want to hear all the details. I’m enough of a voyeur to find it arousing, and I’m proprietary enough to want to rise to the challenge and take her back again.

Our arrangement may not work for other couples. The point is, you don’t have to set up your relationship according to other people’s rules. You can learn a lot by playing with other people in the community. A lot of S&M history, traditions, customs and techniques are passed on orally. Most competent mistresses or masters acquired their skills by apprenticing to a more experienced top or bottom. And playing with other people need not be a painful or threatening experience. It can be an exciting way to make new friends. It’s tricky to figure out what limits you need to set — for example, no sex, no romance, no overnight stays — but if both parties follow the rules, non-monogamy can bring you much closer together and give you a new erotic charge.

Just as I allow a submissive lover time on her own to build a career, go to school, spend time with her family and maintain her own life, I want to be left alone to do my writing, schedule speaking engagements and workshops, cope with the bills, telephone my mother and vacuum the rug. I don’t expect her to polish my boots when she’s got the flu and I don’t want to rise from my sickbed to administer six of the best and a punitive clyster. Taking care of each other when we’re ill, depressed or in trouble is as much a part of loving each other as getting a new leather uniform shirt for Christmas or organizing a very elaborate birthday spanking.

I need that affirmation because I live in a world that tells me S&M is aberrant, sick, violent and hateful. It is increasingly illegal to depict my sexuality in photographs or movies. S&M literature is always being confiscated, banned or burned by government officials or prudish, politically correct gay or feminist activists. My ties to blood relations are usually strained to the breaking point. If you are publicly identifiable, you face job discrimination, street violence and the loss of custody of your children. That’s a lot to deal with. It’s why every S&M publication, every leather organization or event and every kinky man or woman I recognize on the street is invaluable to me. I need all the evidence I can get that I’m not completely alone, not despicable, not crazy.

Someday we will all realize we have more to lose than we have to gain by remaining fearful of one another and hidden away. Before we can even think about changing the negative stereotypes of S&M or creating a better, safer, bigger social space for ourselves, we have to find one another. For us, the act of creating a satisfying, healthy S&M relationship is as politically radical as AIDS activists chaining themselves to a pharmaceutical company’s delivery truck. To amend a once popular lesbian slogan “An army of lovers in latex cannot fail.”

Oddly enough, “remaning fearful of one another” seems to be the primary tactic from both major parties in our current political climate. Perhaps we could all benefit from a Congressional Mistress put to appropriate use. … This article originally published — as you may have guessed by the cover picture used above — in Variations magazine back some 30+ years ago. Still today many people could benefit by at least becoming aware of the diversity of humans.

Mr. Eight-Eighty

Call Him Mister Eight-Eighty, Then

As long as humans have traded cash for goods and services, there has been a smaller, sneakier subset of schemers in the background, deciding it’d be easier to fake the stuff than to work hard and long enough to earn it cleanly.

Counterfeiting is far from a dead trade. An estimated $220 million of fake money was in circulation in the U.S. in 2012. And counterfeiters continue to pop up in all shapes and sizes: Earlier this year, a library in Massachusetts reported a surge of people trying to pay their overdue fees with tokens from Chuck E. Cheese. (Hey, you can’t knock the hustle.) But in the annals of counterfeiting, one of the weirdest stories in American history also happens to be one of its most infamous. Back in the 1930s, the Secret Service spent an entire decade tearing its own hair out, trying to pin down the identity of a New York City man known only as “Mr. Eight- Eighty.” The fact that this man eluded agents for so long is all the more impressive, considering he only ever counterfeited one-dollar bills.

Also, he was incredibly bad at it. We’re talking didn’t-knowhow- to-spell-Washington levels of ineptitude. After using his first phony bill at a cigar store in 1938, he was launched. But unlike most counterfeiters, Mr. Eight-Eighty — so nicknamed because that was the number on his file — never went to the same place twice. Nor was he in a rush to spend his fake bills; he only seemed to go through one or two each day. These factors, along with the fact that the $1 bill is so ubiquitous that most people don’t look at them too closely, meant that the Secret Service had almost no leads to go on. In that first year, Mister Eight-Eighty successful distributed nearly 600 bills, and almost 3,000 in his first five. Some even slipped past the banks, recirculating to places as far away as Atlanta and Seattle.

Now, the Secret Service obviously had bigger fish to fry. But Mr. Eight-Eighty, frankly, drove them nuts. And no detail of the case was more infuriating than the sheer sloppiness of the counterfeiting itself. An internal memo about Mr. Eight- Eighty’s work described the paper as “cheap,” the portrait “poorly executed,” the etching “faulty,” and some of the letters “illegible,” “misshaped,” and “otherwise crudely outlined.” Over time, the fake bills somehow got worse: Soon the Secret Service started coming across bills with George Washington’s name actually misspelled, under the portrait, as “Wahsington.” Still they couldn’t catch him.

It wasn’t until 1948, nearly a full decade later, that fate intervened, in the form of a fire on the top floor of a brownstone tenement on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. While putting out the blaze, firefighters threw the contents of the apartment — mostly junk, they figured — out the window into the vacant lot next door. That’s where a group of neighborhood kids came across some printing plates and what they called “stage money,” and which one of their dads later realized were actually counterfeit bills. When he reported the money to the Secret Service, however, the man couldn’t believe how excited they were. “You’d have thought I was Dick Tracy calling in a hot tip to the chief,” he said.

So, who was Mr. Eight-Eighty? As it turned out, he wasn’t a mastermind. He wasn’t even a career criminal. No, the man who kept the entire Secret Service on its heels for almost a decade turned out to be a toothless, elderly widower named Emerich Juettner (better known as Edward Mueller). A superintendent turned- junkman, Mueller started counterfeiting in order to make ends meet after his wife died and his children moved out. He lived a simple lifestyle, and mostly used the fake cash to buy groceries and dog food.

When the Secret Service confronted him about all this, Mueller cheerfully admitted his crime right away. He was sentenced to a year and a day in prison and ordered to pay a fine — of one dollar.

This article originally appeared in the December, 2017, issue of Penthouse, where Michael Hingston was a writer based in Edmonton, Alberta. He was our Executive Editor’s kindergarten boyfriend, according to that article. … And who says we do not know how to suck up in style around here? Anybody can buy treats or do extra work, but throwing out some love to your boss’s boyfriend at the age of five demonstrates some real pizzazz, right?

Perhaps most interesting in our research on “Mr. Eighty-Eight” was the fact that they apparently made the story into a “gentle romantic comedy” which earned a Best Supporting Actor nomination from the Academy Awards for Edmund Gwenn. You probably know Mr. Gwenn as Kris Kringle in “Miracle on 34th Street,” though. Since perhaps no better movie exits which enourages us to believe in magic, someone in the art department was filled with inspiration upon learning of our intent to reference it, and thus created this. …

We always stay legal, but we really excel at tender.

Or they could have just been desperate to have some fun with something that does not include naked people as a primary focus. Sometimes that happens.

Revel in Fabworks

Fabworks Rock ‘N’ Roll Cages

Making your ride off-road ready shouldn’t require you to sacrifice your style. SMP-Fabworks marries form and function for even the most monster of trucks.

Serious rough riders will want to upgrade their bumpers, add lights, and maybe even throw in a roll cage. Hell, even urban cowboys may want to renovate to achieve a more one-of-a-kind ride. And for L.A.’s weekend warriors and devoted daredevils alike, there’s no one better than Steven Parks, SMP-Fabworks’ master craftsman.

“I used to stay late and use the high school facilities to build stuff for people and make money,” he explains. “I’d work till two in the morning in the shop and come to school the next day and go through my classes and then work on stuff during my class and use all their equipment, which was really cool. It was a good opportunity.”

Now, Fabworks has become known for giving clients everything from sleek customizations that would be at home on Rodeo Drive to badass extras that would make off-roading in a zombie apocalypse a piece of cake.

“I hate to do the same thing twice,” he says, noting that every build requires some out-of-the-box thinking to combine form and function in any customer’s budget. “I’ve never been one of those guys who I consider a fake. Like, [guys who can make] it look good, but it ain’t going to do what it looks like, you know? And second, I think what they like to come to me specifically for is the fit and finish and the styling.”

A quality custom vehicle can cost upwards of $400,000, Parks explains — peanuts for some of his Hollywood clientele, but a bucket-list purchase for the rest of us. But most of his clients, he says, start out smaller. A bumper, a roof rack. Then they work their way up to a roll cage. And the next thing he knows, they’re back for more, with a bigger budget and more creative requests.

But even those looking to keep their tires solidly on the asphalt have found results at Fabworks irresistible. They’ve rebuilt classic cars and a particularly badass ’67 Ford Bronco that even the most eco-conscious urbanite would want to tool around the desert in.

For those hoping to up the ante on their own cars, Parks says the first thing to understand is the time it takes. “Most people, they don’t buy a car because they want to change it,” he says. “They buy a car and then want to enhance it. And that kind of work takes time because of all the little details. Those details that make it good take time.”

It’s important to be open to change, too, Parks notes. “I [design] as I build, and there are things you just don’t know until you see it right in front of you,” he says. “There are things that look good on paper but then in real life, it doesn’t work.”

So, if you’re ready to take your dream car out of the ether and into your driveway, and keep an open mind, maybe you’ll luck out and Parks will create the perfect car you never knew you always wanted. 

Up to now, we’ve pretty much put in the story as it appeared in Penthouse Magazine. The topic tweaked the interest in one of our own budding off-roaders — currently possessing substantially less than $400K to play with, to be clear. We contacted Steven who agreed to contribute answers to a few follow-up questions.

What has been your most “fun” Fabworks project so far?

Jamie's 1963 D200Fabworks: My most fun project thus far has to be Jamie’s 1963 D200. The build turned out to be a non-stop, 1-year-straight adventure. It honestly required a complete meshing with my team to contribute to the overall perfect build. Jamie, the owner, has a very keen eye for styling and brings his own visions as input. Usually most customers come to me and just let me do me, but when you have a customer with specific vision it really makes it challenging. Obviously as a professional I always respect this input, channeling it as competitive motivation. Quite simply in this case, I just wanted the build to blow his mind and really show off our Fabworks skills. Probably the best part of building for someone would be surpassing the expectation.

What has been your most challenging?

Fabworks: The most difficult build I have had recently has to be a 1975 International Scout. I’ve never wanted to bail out of a build more than I did on this one; I can say that. First off, the customer bought this truck sight-unseen at auction. They had zero idea what they were getting into. They just loved the look, and sadly they paid a lot for it. To add to the tension, I wanted to please a higher-end customer of mine, just wanted to make everyone happy, but the more I peeled the truck, the more stuff I found that was very bad.  I bought a bunch of parts to redo the suspension prior to seeing the rig, and although the frame was decent. The rust in the body was terrible. The worst part of it all was that the previous so-called “builder” just covered all the rust with their work. Long story short, every time I went to fix one thing or section, I’d find ten more. I found myself in an uncomfortable circle, constantly having to make “bad news” phone calls. Luckily the client had a budget that allowed me to save the Scout, but only at a cost extremely over the value of the truck. Our time on the build turned out to be triple what I could have ever guessed.  I saw more messed up, half-assed work on this rig than all the other projects combined through my years. I don’t know how he didn’t die just driving it to the shop. At least we finished, and now you can scope the final product…

Without naming names, can you tell us about your most difficult client?

Fabworks: So I can’t say I’ve had terrible clients, but I have had many that you have to baby. It can be extremely difficult to give them insight on why things cost what they do or to have to explain how bad someone screwed them prior to Fabworks, and they’re going to need to spend more with me to fix it. Giving clients too much info also has backfired on me as well.  Explaining steps in a large build to a person who’s never built a thing can end up being a hard bridge to mend. The absolute worst happens when we’ve  gone out of our way to educate a client on why something costs what it does, and then the customer ends up going somewhere else, paying more, and getting crap work.  Luckily, like I said from the beginning, I usually don’t deal with bad clients, but I’ve certainly had my fair share of unfortunate build processes.

Do you have something you have never worked on that you’d like to try?

Fabworks: I’d really like to try a combination of super car and off-road! I love the world of high end European cars, so to build something with superb handling but can take the off road abuse would be a challenge. I’ve always loved the e30 BMW, for example. I think it would be a great platform for a Baja-type build. It would be fun to somehow integrate all-wheel drive tech in there!

How do you envision the evolution of Fabworks?

Fabworks: The evolution of my business has always been a challenge for me. I’ve always dreamed of having a big shop and many talented employees, but over the years I’ve come to believe that this would be a dire need. I honestly enjoy the small mom and pop shop. My build process with clients ends up being more intimate and meaningful. Everything does not have to be just about the money. I enjoy the build. I like to be in there with my own hands, not spend all my time just managing others. I have found I really like to be a small shop that builds against the best. As far as the future of the shop, I’m at the stage of my life where having children is reality, and the most I can wish for is sharing all my knowledge with them and creating the start of a legacy to continue.

After reading about the accomplishments and goals of Fabworks, it seems like maybe the editors did not give them enough credit with the title. “Cages” seems severely limiting when it comes to their expertise. Should you want to start with letting your mind expand as to possibilities, we would encourage you to take a Fabworks visual tour, even if you do not live in their immediate area. Naturally they have an Instagram option too. If nothing else, have some fun, and get your growl on. It doesn’t cost anything to dream.

The Whorearchy

Renee Olstead, M.A., AMFTWelcome to the Whorearchy

If you aren’t a sex worker, chances are you haven’t spent much time contemplating the ins-and-out of the industry; if you are, it’s likely that you’ve already encountered the Whorearchy firsthand.

Privilege shapes almost every facet of a sex worker’s experience, dictating where they start, the opportunities they receive, how much money they make, and the challenges they encounter along the way. The more privilege one holds, the more access one has to more desirable tiers within the industrial hierarchy — often referred to as the “whorearchy”. One’s age, race, gender, class, ability, immigration status, and proximity to Eurocentric beauty standards translate into more than just dollar signs for workers; privilege can also mean being able to say no to undesirable clients, having less frequent or less intimate contact with them, and even things as fundamental as being able to work without the constant fear of arrest.

Sex work is like any other industry in that some positions are inherently more desirable than others — but it’s also unlike “vanilla” work in ways less obvious to outsiders. The industry occupies a unique intersection of intrigue and ostracization, where the sex worker is both desired and stigmatized.

Whorearchy Pyramid
Infographic by Monique Duggan

Sex workers are branded as “dirty” by the same people who patronize and appropriate them. They’re chastised by the housewives who attend pole fitness classes on weekends but would never set foot in a club. The same politicians who themselves patronize sex workers are quick to criminalize the industry in order to maintain their wholesome image.

“The parallel here is people with privileged identities, chosen or otherwise, using aesthetics associated with a marginalized group for their benefit while contributing to our oppression or, at the least, being complicit in it.” says sex worker (andeducator )Raquel Savage in “Unpack Your Whorephobia“.  “If Sex Workers’ existences weren’t criminalized all of this would be less offensive. Unfortunately, that’s not the case.”

Outsiders know that the stigma associated with sex work has real world consequences. Getting too close means they too might be subjected to the harassment and discrimination workers often face. These attitudes lay at the foundation of the whorearchy, shaping the public policies that police their work, deciding which forms of the work are acceptable enough to be “tolerated” and which ones could land you in jail.

Not all workers face the same amount of risk — those who work legally face often greater challenges than those who do not. Forms of sex work are typically thought to exist in one of two categories, direct providers who offer “full service sex work” experiences (“FSSW”) and indirect providers, who do not.

Direct providers, who may provide services through an agency, work independently or work with a “manager” or pimp, are divided into categories of street-based and indoor work. Street-based workers assume the greatest amount of risk in sex work due to their proximity to law enforcement and unscreened clients, while indoor full-service workers (escorts, brothel workers) frequently have greater access to screening methods and more control over their work environment.

Indirect providers offer services that don’t meet the threshold of “full service”. Some sell the fantasy of sex (strippers, cam-girls, fetish models, etc.) while others make a living off denying their clients’ sexual gratification entirely (pro-dommes). These workers may or may not have the ability to screen their clients ahead of time, but they’re less frequently subject to the threat of arrest and violence. Other workers bounce back and forth between direct and indirect services, occasionally offering “extras” to VIP clients. Workers of color face additional adversity as they navigate the racist policies often present in the indirect provider space. Many strip clubs limit the amount of non-white dancers they hire and camsites frequently deprioritize their placement — in adult film, black cis-female performers can expect to make 50%-75% of a white cis-female’s rate.

While much of the stigma associated with sex work comes from outside the community, there’s plenty of hierarchical crap to be found within it. Some workers look down on others for offering services they don’t, for the way they choose to do their work, or even for performing work they don’t enjoy. Although there are a variety of reasons why someone may choose to hold opinions that marginalize other members of their community, in some cases, it’s an expression of a worker’s own internalized “whorephobia” or an effort to distance oneself from the stigma and marginalization experienced by other sex workers. “Many at the bottom of the pyramid don’t engage with the sex worker community because they’re too stigmatised even amongst sex workers.” writes sex worker and activist Gracey. “Some people, they may have no friends or family after being rejected by them due to being a sex worker, and they rely on other sex workers for support. […] To then have the very same people judge you or criticise how you sex work is hurtful.”

As with all forms of sex work, there’s a lot of gray area. People who occupy the most privileged tiers of the whorearchy often enjoy the luxury of distancing themselves from their status as sex workers entirely. Sugar babies may get paid for their time regardless of whether they’ve agreed to have sex with a patron, “gold diggers” may prioritize a partner’s financial contributions over a mutually shared romantic connection.

Though the majority of sex workers share feelings of solidarity with other community members, regardless of the tier they occupy, the very existence of this form of inter-group hostility feels like a knife through the heart — harmful not only to the workers targeted by it but to the community as a whole. Sex worker solidarity isn’t just an ideal, it’s a necessity in the fight against issues that impact our shared experience. While risk is unequally distributed, sex worker movements, whether contained to the specifics of the industry or connected to broader struggles for bodily autonomy and economic freedom, must seek universal liberation; an injury to one is an injury to all. We’re all fighting for the right to exist, and no one deserves support more than those who have to fight harder.

For a series of technical reasons you care nothing about, we’ll put the link for the infographic from Monique Duggan down here. We also ran across another whorearchy pyramid floating around Reddit, but we could not find an attribution for it. Still, we wanted to show this alternative, as this one portends to equate self-identified “status” along the scale. … Most importantly, perhaps only from our point of view would be the fact that neither of these scales even includes “Porn Star” in the hierarchy — although we can tell you from direct experience that everyone puts themselves above porn stars, and porn stars put themselves above everyone else. It’s a thing. We should ask Renee to look into it someday. You can ask Renee too when you find a contact through her site.

The Flirt Summit Summit

Flirt Summit as a Concept

The following Flirt Summit description comes directly from those in charge of continuing to expand an enhance a “get-together” for cam-model professionals from across the globe. If nothing else, they have risen the bar very high already, so it will be fun to watch the evolution.

The Flirt Summit tradition was born humbly in the ultimate den of decadence: Las Vegas, Nevada. In an industry connected by servers, wires, and screens, we hoped to focus on the human element driving our network. To forge tangible connections and foster a better understanding of what we need for mutual success.

What did we learn? That our performers and studios are just as brilliant, wild, and wonderful in the flesh as they are in the webcam’s eye.

Inspired by their dedication and enthusiasm, we grew Summit to be more than networking, team building, and informative seminars. From its earliest iterations in Vegas and Hollywood, the event became longer and more lavish.

Through the mid-teens we brought our loyal Flirts through the southern tropics Punta Cana, Ixtapa, and Costa Rica. We explored the wilds, threw historic beach parties, and sampled local cuisine while continuing to revolutionize the live cam world.

Finally, as the end of the last decade drew near, we set our sites east, Bali and the Maldives, for the most extravagant events in company history.

While the pandemic years where strange and frightening, our broadcasters doubled down, putting in more hours online than ever. As such, we launched into the roaring 20’s with our biggest event ever: Summit Cancun. This was followed in 2022 with a foray into that beautiful land of Zen and decadence for Flirt Summit Thailand.

With those uncertain times now behind us, Flirts will convene in beautiful Cabo San Lucas for Flirt Summit 2023 to party and adventure in the sun, surf, and sand!

Flirt Summit Site

Should that not serve to whet your appetite, all you need to would be to glance at the previous destinations for the event. Even if you have already jumped all-in to the cam performer model, mixing with others in that world cannot do anything but help. Better yet, the Flirts4Free seem to decidedly avoid places where mittens and down coats would be appropriate, so that’s a bonus. Just look at how content all these stars look…

Flirt Summit Thailand

To be clear, this entire event exists not as a fan or even a profit-making enterprise. Rather, the industrious (not to mention clever) leaders of Flirt4Free put together Flirt Summit as a reward for jobs well done. Think of it like a bonus at any sort of company that involves a paid vacation for its top performers. (In this case the winners probably all look a lot better in bikinis than do the workers at most corporations, but why complain about that?)

Through our connections with Flirt Summit via PenthouseCams, we often partner in a minor way to provide swag appropriate to the location.

Flirt Summit Penthouse Merchandise

It goes without saying that we encourage you to look up some of these women on your own time, and while it may go without saying that you can get some of this Penthouse Merchandise of your very own, we decided to say it anyway because it makes the boss really happy. Who knows? Maybe we’ll get a paid vacation to a tropical paradise at some point. (More likely we’ll get lunch at a local BBQ joint, but nothing wrong with that either.

Bottom line, should your professional world involve cam performances of a rather intimate variety, you should at least consider looking at Flirt4Free as an outlet alternative. It never hurts to have options, as those may result in the choices we make which lead to success.

Anyone who does even rudimentary internet research will find a very, very many number of potential places for you to call home. The ultimate decision about where to work can be a very personal one, obviously, and we would not want you to simply take what you read in one place as gospel. It turns out that all things on the internet may not be true. We know these people well, however, and the company spawns from one the earliest experts in the field and one of the honestly “good guys in industry history. So check it out and if you feel like it, let us know what you think. We know people that know people.

Pop Shots Jesse Hughes

Jesse Hughes Pop Shots TitleThe Penthouse World According to Jesse Hughes

It’s not often that we invoke the name of God in these pages, but it’s also not often that the Lord sends us a rock star like Eagles of Death Metal frontman Jesse Hughes to art direct Pop Shots.

Since forming Eagles of Death Metal in 1998, Jesse Hughes has been a sexual dynamo on and off the stage. Prior to that, he says he was a devout Christian with a tendency toward naughty thoughts in church — and far from a ladies’ man. But the Lord works in mysterious ways, and, as Hughes puts it, “I felt like Penthouse and I were on a collision course. It was kismet. It was meant to be.”

Hughes’s new album is coming out September 24 [2015], on his 43rd birthday; Zipper Down celebrates the idea that “if you’re going to live any way, you might as well live with your zipper down.” We could think of no one better to unlock his “inner horny” for this month’s column, which features Penthouse Pets Angela Sommers and Kendra James.

Was this your first professional photo shoot of this nature?

Absolutely. It was a delightful shoot. People who do what I do usually have pictures taken of them. Nobody ever really expects much of them other than to be quiet and just smile. And why would you? I would never ask a monkey how to speak English, you know what I mean? When I was asked to do this, I was so excited because it was a chance to be behind the camera instead of in front of it, and I took it as a great opportunity that I didn’t want to fuck up. So it was the first of its kind in many respects: the first shoot I was asked to artistically direct and also the first where I didn’t fuck it up.

How about nonprofessional, sexual photo shoots? Does Jesse Hughes have much experience in that department?

Oh, yeah. Because I have the greatest girlfriend in the world. We tend to have a nonprofessional photo session biweekly. I try to use anything with the word “bi” in it because it keeps it modern. One of the first times we hung out, I took her to the Sportsman’s Lodge. She was psychedelically drunk, and I got my camera out and chased her around the room. What makes it interesting is that in every picture I’m the exact same distance from her, because wherever I moved in the room she moved 30 feet away from me. There’s a masterful consistency to the photos.

What was that one bathroom groupie story you told me?

On my first rock ’n’ roll tour in Europe we were opening for the Distillers, and one night in England after the show I met this really hot chick. For me, when I was in high school, girls didn’t have sex with me on purpose every day, so any hot chick was awesome to me. This chick gives me the green light and I’m looking for a place to take her. We go to the bathroom; it’s one of those one-person bathrooms but the door didn’t lock. I peeked my head out the door, and there’s this dude standing there, looking for someone. I said, “Hey, man. Could you do me a favor? I’m about to hook up with this really hot chick. Would you watch the door for me?” He said, “Sure, bro.” She and I end up doing the deed, and as I open the door and thank him, he’s not even looking at me; he’s just staring at the girl who’s coming out with me. He says to her, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.” So I left them to it.

Cut to the next night. We’re playing our first live TV gig at an awards show, and when I’m introduced by the stage manager to my guitar tech for the evening, lo and behold, it’s the dude who watched the door the previous night. I told Josh, “I think this motherfucker is going to try to jam us up.” Sure enough, I get on stage and realize he de-tuned the strings until they were sloppy wires on the neck. We sat there for six and a half minutes on live TV with our dicks in our hands, trying to retune the guitar.

That’s classic… Let’s talk about this photo shoot for Penthouse. What was the inspiration?

My girl, Tuesday Cross, got me a book called Secret Identity; it’s about Joe Shuster, who created Superman. Shuster was an interesting character. In the fifties, in secret, he drew the illustrations for one of the very first bondage-themed comic books, Nights of Horror. It was unbelievably influential; almost every current bondage or fetish theme had its origins in the creator of Superman. It’s a delightful irony in and of itself that the person who created the icon for truth, justice, and the American way also created the iconic images for every horny thing you imagine.

So when I was asked to do this shoot, I saw the perfect opportunity. To me, you achieve a greater, more satisfying horniness when you’re not inundated with absolute nudity. I really like women. All the women in my life are really strong, independent, curious creatures, and I felt this opportunity could have been wasted if all I was trying to do was look at naked chicks. So I tried to get to the inner horny. If you stay horny, you will stay young forever, so stay horny. The images I chose from the book are the most moving to me. They are the ones that stick in my head. There’s something so delightful about resistance, especially when resistance is futile, and that seems to be the theme of this shoot: Resistance is futile — even resistance to your own libido.

You mentioned Shuster’s comic inspired a spree of murders in 1954 by the Brooklyn Thrill Killers.

Yeah, it was actually one of the first thrill killings. Three kids in Brooklyn got a hold of these comics, and they’d go out at night in vampire capes and act out the scenes from each book. It finally culminated in them torturing a bum and walking him off the pier in Brooklyn. Comic books had a major enemy in America when they first came out, and it was the Christian right. They thought comic books were desensitizing the American youth. So when this psychologist came in to interview the kids, they described everything in the terms of Nights of Horror, and they called it their “great adventure.”

You grew up Christian. Could that have played into why Jesse Hughes chose Nights of Horror as your inspiration? Was this photo shoot your “great adventure”?

Dude, when I was growing up I went to church every Sunday, every Sunday night, and every Wednesday. I was incredibly devout. When I would be in church, on occasion, I would have compulsive thoughts that I could not shake out of my head. They would be dark, naughty thoughts, and it was long before I ever saw Nights of Horror. I feel like when I finally saw Nights of Horror I was like, That’s my dream from 20 years ago!

How does someone so devout end up a rock star?

You don’t pick who you are; it gets picked for you. God’s will is everything, all at once. It’s mysterious and impossible to comprehend. The reason that we’re instructed in the fact that the Lord works in mysterious ways is because He does exactly that. I’m a mere mortal and I don’t presume to speak for God; however, I know everything serves His will. That said, I’m a horny dude.

So we can agree that God instructed you to get these two particular women naked, correct?

I see where you’re going with this and I like it. Again, everything serves the will of God.

Well, He’s got good taste. These women are beautiful.

Well, He wouldn’t have made us naked if He didn’t want us to think about it.

What is your idea of beauty, Jesse?

My grandmother was very influential in my attitudes and opinions about women. She used to tell me, “Son, remember there’s something beautiful about all women. You tell a pretty girl she’s pretty and you tell an ugly girl she has nice shoes, and you’ll never go wrong for as long as you live.” That stuck with me; I find something beautiful about all women. The ultimate turn-on for me is a girl named Tuesday Cross. I like low-rider girls who have a little wickedness in their eyes, who aren’t necessarily as experienced as they are willing. Willingness is much more important than experience. Pavlov showed us a lot, and I’m just trying to ring their bell now, know what I mean?

What’s the first thing your eyes go to on a woman?

That depends. Sometimes they’ve high-lighted certain attributes and I would not like to be the person who would frustrate their attempts at attention, so I’ll let my eyes go right to where they lead it. But normally a girl’s mouth is the first thing I look at. But I’m a weirdo. I don’t so much get turned-on by a girl as I do by what she gets turned-on by. At this point, I’ve done so much that basically somebody’s got to be choking a chicken for me to get a boner anymore.

Well, you are from the South.

That’s right. A chicken or goat,whatever.

You had full control over what models were picked. Why did you choose these two ladies in particular?

The first thing that jumped out about them was that they looked the least slutty. I could tell that they could pay their rent and they didn’t travel around with all their stripper clothes in one very messy bag with about $700 in ones and fives. That I liked. And they truly seemed to wear a look of self-respect, which was critical. I wanted models who would appreciate the fact that I wasn’t just trying to get them naked, and I was unbelievably pleased by the level of high art this shoot resulted in.

Now that you’ve had this experience, any chance Jesse Hughes will quit the band and become a pro fetish photographer?

What I would like to do is chew gum and walk at the same time. I’d like to continue my rock ‘n’ roll while also pursuing this. I loved this experience. I really did.

One can still find Jesse Hughes on the Eagles of Death Metal site, of course. One will also find him consistently irreverant, which we happen to enjoy a lot. For our part, we hope he drops by again to tell us some more stories from the road. … You can even learn more about the man behind the man before he was super, which found equally interesting. When people open up honestly, we can all feel a little more comfortable with ourselves, right? Maybe we’re really not all that weird. We all tend to both run to and hide from that inner horny.

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Penthouse Debrief Finale (for now)

Debrief Denouement

In days of yore — an expression you need not worry about should you not recognize it — magazines featuring naked women in ranges from artistic to gynecological always seemed to drop in some random article about cars, or maybe cigars, or whatever other traditionally (for the time) “masculine” theme they could conceive. Very long story very short, there were legal reasons for this. We would love to add contemporary commentary to that practice, but as you may have noticed now in the opposite of yore, print magazines featuring sexually liberated women have almost disappeared.

The two mags remaining (ours, and if you hustle you can figure out the other one) tend to do more “fun” sorts of articles, and while our new format concentrates on lengthier, but fewer, spots, we want to begin the new year with a nod to those short but sweet — not to mention often absurd — moments in magazines past.

Debrief the Brits

Planter and Crabs - Debrief AIGiggle Bush — A towering cannabis bush was spotted growing among the flowers in a public planter in the U.K. The folks at West Parley Parish Council in Dorset were alerted to the cheeky weed by Tray Veronica, a gardener who happened to be passing by and recognized the healthy marijuana plants flourishing among the flowers.

She said, “As I drove down New Road, I saw the planter. Being a gardener, I always notice things like that. But as I looked over, I thought, ‘Oh my God, is that what I think it is?’ … When I drove past again, I stopped to have a closer look, and yes, it’s definitely cannabis. I was laughing all the way home.”

The seemingly innocent planters were looked after by volunteers, and photos of the floral display had been featured with pride on the council’s social media accounts.

“The first ones were so big, they were towering above the bedding plants. They absolutely thrived in that planter,” said Veronica. “I just found it hilarious. The council were looking after these planters every day.”

Army of Crabs — Beaches in the U.K. have brought a new meaning to “a bit nippy” after rising sea temperatures saw thousands of spider crabs swarm the shallows, much to the horror of observers. Unlike your average crab, these big, orange crustaceans have long, spider-like legs and larger pincers.

Spider crabs typically inhabit the sandy bottom of the ocean at depths of more than 320 feet and migrate to shallower waters annually for spawning. However, marine biologists believe the climate crisis saw the army of crabs invade the shallow waters of the Cornish coastline to crack open their exoskeletons and shells before returning to the depths. This type of crab typically gathers in groups to protect themselves from predators while they wait for their new exoskeletons to fully form. The more hearty crabs surround the outer edges of the mass, protecting the crabs in the center, whose new shells have yet to thicken up, from predators.

While they’re harmless, you still might want to keep your toes out of the reach of their claws.

Full disclosure, the pretty planter with the pot plant did not actually exist in a shallow pond full of crabs, but we put it there to make a much more interesting — and on point in this case — visual. Besides, what fun are new toys if you never get to play with them?

Debrief on Wacky and/or Scary

Hulk & Alien Dreams for DebriefThe Brazilian Hulk Has Died — Valdir Segato, a TikTok star known as the Brazilian Hulk, died on his 55th birthday after years of injecting his muscles with oil.

The bulky bodybuilder, who had over 1.7 million followers on TikTok, had used synthol for years to pump up his enormous muscles. Synthol typically contains mostly oil with a splash of benzyl alcohol and lidocaine. It is sometimes used by bodybuilders for immediate muscle enlargement during competitions and is administered by injecting the substance deep into the muscle. But abusing synthol can turn muscles into rocks, putting the person at risk for a misshapen body or even amputation.

As a scrawny teen, Segato was offered a shot of synthol at the gym and became addicted to it. While synthol made his muscles bigger, it didn’t make him any stronger. Prior to his death, he stated his inspirations were the comic book character the Hulk and former Mr. Olympia Arnold Schwarzenegger.

“They call me Hulk, Schwarzenegger and He-Man all the time, and I like that. I’ve doubled my biceps, but I still want to be bigger,” he said in 2016.

Despites doctors warning the man he’d face amputation or disfigurement if he didn’t quit his habit, he continued to inflate his biceps to a huge 23 inches! On the day of his death, Segato complained to his mother that he was short of breath. Soon afterward, he suffered a fatal heart attack.

Outta His Mind — Anthony Loffredo is on a mission to become a “black alien,” and he’s sharing his transformation on Instagram with his 1.3 million followers.

In a bid to resemble an extraterrestrial creature, the 33-year-old from France had his entire body tattooed black—including his eyeballs—and endured a number of extreme surgical operations, including having his ears, top lip and nostrils sliced off, as well as having two fingers removed so one of his hands resembles a claw. He has also had his tongue split and had numerous implants placed under his skin to create alien-like ridges on his head and cheekbones.

Despite having already had such extreme body modifications and admitting that his top-lip removal operation left him unable to speak properly, Loffredo says he’s only halfway to achieving his final form. His next alteration will be to have his other hand turned into a matching claw, and most controversially, he plans to have one of his legs amputated at the knee. As to the whereabouts of his ears, he said, “My friend keeps them.”

We cannot be sure of the mental situations of anyone, truth be told. Thus if at some point a brain says, “Hey! We should start injecting oil into our muscles, because what could that poosibly hurt?” or “Gosh, if I looked more like Darth Maul in real life, I’d be much happier.” We will say that however odd it may seem to some us that one might wish to undergo a metamorphasis into an alien, we take a tiny bit of solace that the goal was not to achieve perhaps a more universally known alien. (This one too courtesy of the nascent AI drawing tools. Those tools might be even more scary than aliens we think.)

The Known Alien for Debrief

Debrief on Genuinely Curious

Snake Legs & Piracy Conceptual ArtHiss-terical — As if snakes aren’t terrifying enough, a man made hiss-tory after building a contraption that gives snakes their legs back.

Engineer and YouTuber Allen Pan claimed his experiment was driven by a genuine empathy for the slithering suckers.

“I actually feel bad for snakes. They lost their legs, and nobody is even trying to find them,” he said. “Nobody except for me, snake lover Allen Pan.”

While we understand snakes used to have legs when they roamed the Earth around 150 million years ago, the reptiles have quite comfortably evolved to live without them. However, the snake lover was determined to return danger noodles to their former glory.

“When any other animal has deformed legs, humanity comes together to spit in God’s face, and we build that animal awesome new cyborg legs,” Pan explained. “Nobody loves snakes enough to build them robot legs. Nobody except for me.”

In order to bring his robotic creation to life, the YouTuber first got his hands on a snake. “I found a pet store that does reptile birthday parties for $200, and I told them it was my birthday,” Pan said.

Anti-Piracy Ads Encouraged People to Pirate Films — Remember those infamous “you wouldn’t steal a car” anti-piracy ads that played on every DVD you watched throughout the aughts? Remember how annoying and overly dramatic they were? Well, it turns out they weren’t only totally ineffective. They actually might have encouraged piracy!

A recent study discovered this ad, and other anti-piracy messages, might have convinced people to illegally download movies, TV shows and music. Researchers found the campaigns actually alerted people to the fact that swiping content was possible—and made it seem many others were already doing it.

The study also found using well known movie stars in such ads appeared to encourage piracy.
The study’s authors wrote: “For instance, Indian anti-piracy videos in 2018 concluded with the slogan ‘Illegal downloading or streaming movies is stealing!! Stealing is against the law.’ All videos starred well-known actors, whose net worth is estimated to be $22 to $400 million dollars, in a country where the annual per capita income is a bit less than $2,000.

“This can offer pirates a moral justification: They only steal from the rich to ‘feed the poor,’ a form of ‘Robin Hood effect’ that makes even more sense with some cultural or sport-related goods.”

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any stranger, the music that played in the “you wouldn’t steal a car” anti-piracy ad was actually pirated itself from Dutch musician Melchior Reitveldt!

Reptile birthday parties are a thing? Really? … Maybe it would be easier to just stop trying to tell people what not to do, because we’re all five years old at heart and devolve into that “You’re not the Boss of Me” mentality that gives rise to political movements of all sorts. How old do you have to be in order to understand forbidding something very often has the exact opposite result in practice? … Maybe instead we should compile a list of things that are not things. That one should end up small enough to memorize.

Debrief on Human Sexuality (with No Judgement)

Mandy Lee for DebriefScratch & Sniff — A bizarre TikTok trend called “vabbing” claims the secret to attracting a man is wearing natural vaginal secretions as perfume, suggesting maybe it really is what’s on the inside that counts.

In a now-viral video, influencer Mandy Lee claims women who “vab” are more likely to attract a man.

For the uninitiated, vabbing is a combination of the words “vagina” and “dabbing” and refers to the act of a woman dipping her finger into her vagina before dabbing her own juices on areas she might wear perfume—like her neck, chest or wrists.

“I swear if you vab, you will attract people, like a date, a one-night stand or you’ll just get free drinks all night,” she said in the video, which now has over 1.5 million views. While some women are jumping on the vabbing trend and claim to have found success, there isn’t a whole lot of science that supports vabbing.

Dr. Karenne Fru, a fertility specialist at Oma Fertility, said, “Vabbing underscores the fact that humans are always in search of the next best thing to secure romantic attention. “Perfume of your choice, lightly applied, is a much more hygienic option.”

Maybe the doctor has never had sex. One theory would be that when it comes to the search for that particular act, “hygiene” may not be at the forefront of people’s minds. There has been some science surrounding pheromones, right?

Sex Doll Day Spa — Is your sex doll looking a little worse for wear? Now you can treat your worn-out love doll to a day at the spa.

Galmato Haven Repair is the world’s first certified repair center for pre-loved RealDolls, who need a little—or a lot—of patching up. While she won’t receive a full body massage or a facial—they’ll leave that to you—silicone companions sent to Galmato Haven will undergo a full restoration. That includes minor and major injury repairs, like broken limbs, and cosmetic fixes like French manicures and pedicures, and body coloration restoration. Their refurb process promises your doll will be returned to you freshly powdered and fully rejuvenated.

“After a day, or days, of head-to-toe repair, retouch and pampering, she’ll come back home to you looking like the first day she arrived,” the company’s website states. “Now you can enjoy a full life with your doll, knowing that when accidents happen Galmato Haven is here for you to return her home like new every time.”

Sex Doll in Debrief

For the record, the above picture was not in fact generated by AI, but it actually represents an actual “doll” that you can purchase for your very own. At this point, you can in fact set up a Spa Package — for real. We have no idea whether the cost represents the value, but should you ever find out on your own, we’d love to hear from you. Penthouse may not have Debrief anymore, but the atypical in life remains a fascination for us. … No matter what literary track Penthouse Publishing may pursue in the future, as anyone who has ever watched a potential lover undress can confirm, sometimes you can tell a lot from de briefs. Subscribe and you’ll see.

Hopeless SoFrantic

SoFrantic (she says)

A few weeks back we ran a Legacy article on “Women in Rock” here, and during the conversation, someone mentioned Ms. SoFrantic, the Cybercutie in the October, 2018, issue of our magazine who also happens to fit into that category, at least aspiringly. Obviously we had to dig up the “assets” from that shoot which led us to a surprising discovery that this “magazine” shoot had a plethora of PG shots available to us. Never ones to waste a plethora of PG, we hauled out the archive and started having fun. (We mean work diligently, of course.)

You and your mechanic live in an adorable bus that you turned into a mobile home. How is life on the road?

SoFrantic: Aw, thank you. I’m very proud of our tiny-home! This trip has been such a huge adventure. When people think about traveling, they typically think about traveling abroad. However, this country has such a variety of landscapes. U.S. topography ranges from canyons to geysers to cities to caves to plains. Within two months, I’ve been able to explore them all.

What’s the name of your bus? Big Titty…something? Bertha! Big Titty Bertha!

SoFrantic: That’s right!

Why did you name her that?

SoFrantic: Well, my mechanic and I were originally deciding between two buses. The more expensive bus was called “Big Titty Bertha” because I cat-called her when I saw her, and the more realistically priced bus was named “More Realistically Priced Bertha.” They were $1,500 apart in cost, but the salesman was super sweet and dropped the price of Big Titty Bertha to match the price of its more affordable competition. The rest is history.

Out of everywhere you’ve traveled in the U.S., where do you feel the calmest?

SoFrantic: Zion National Park, hands down. Zion gave me everything I wanted: the views, the hiking, the vegetation, the wildlife, and all without the tourists. Definitely reserve a permit to do the Subway canyon hike at least once in your life.

Which is the most underrated state in America?

SoFrantic: Utah! The state has such diverse wildlife and terrain. In Salt Lake, you’re able to enjoy the perks of city living while encircled by mountains. It was quite a sight watching Fourth of July fireworks shimmer over the peaks of the Wasatch Range.

What about the most overrated state?

SoFrantic: Nevada for sure. The National Atomic Testing Museum and Erotic Heritage Museum were the only really interesting things in Vegas. I don’t gamble or drink, so I didn’t expect Vegas to be my kind of place anyways. Outside the city are just dead, sandy plains roasting in 110-degree barrenness.

Tell us about all the rad features you and your mechanic installed in your mobile home.

SoFrantic: Luckily, the two of us have a background in home renovation, which came in handy constructing the bus. We’ve installed a 200-watt solar-panel system, running water, a bypass from the alternator to the house battery, and new flooring, while also having more homey features like a dining nook, a functional kitchen, closet space, and a full-size bed.

How many miles have you clocked so far?

SoFrantic: 7,000 miles so far! And things are just getting started!

Lastly, what’s on your road-trip soundtrack?

SoFrantic: I want to say something like the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Greatest Hits, but my dog barking at squirrels is probably more accurate.

For what it may be worth, you can join PenthouseGold if you wish to see a more personal interview with Ms. SoFrantic, although you will not find it as physically revealing as some others you might see there. Turns out that women can be interesting even with their clothes on. Go figure.

You can occasionally tell a good bit about a person simply from the name they chose to use professionally. For example “Ima Freak” would work as a positive a lot more in some businesses than in others. From our perspective, having spent some time with the lass, we might give her “frantic” perhaps, though she seemed very far from hopless to us. Her social media seems to catch her attention only sporadically — somewhat fittingly it seems — Reddit “might” be her top choice? … Hopeless definitely has some fun cam shows out there you can search for if you wish, but we’re never 100% of the current rules about links, so we’d best not. Her presence on YouTube fits right into her unique personality, though.