it was criticized viciously as "sex-loaded" and "in bad taste"

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Realism only comes to the screen when the film jams in the projector and the image begins to bubble. An instinctual fear of the dark manifests when the projection light fails ... heightened by the little, furry things with long tails that scamper beneath the seats. The electrical nature of sex becomes apparent as the hair on your neck bristles when that pervert to your left makes knee contact. In these moments of truth, cinema reveals her face of realism. But, she is a twofaced creature, the other countenance being a rainbow palette of dyed coiffures, pancake make-up and pancake bloated guts crammed into costumes designed by cock -eyed midgets. Superstars who beat their children with wire coat hangers and then peddle soft drinks potent enough to rot their dentures. Aging women taking endless enemas so as not to wind up in horror films. Virile he-men doomed to an excruciating regimen of exercises to keep their sodomized posteriors picture-perfect. EST trained actresses showing the world what it is like to be liberated and free of cellulite. Alcoholic celebrities who barf up their past in book form so that all can marvel at the hideous mess that has been cleaned up by a Christian re-birth. Harpies with herpes who rip apart, in print, plump fornicators whose every performance they slander with typeset Ju-Ju curses. Innocent children who sing and dance down the yellow brick road to drug addiction and toxic box office poisoning. This is the other face of cinema …

We fucked out in the fish nets. You got cod scales in your pudenda hair

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Hi Doll. Where did you come from? Are you Merlin or what? You sure put the hoo-doo on me. I can't shake you. My Ouija board spells your name all by itself. The week we spent together was a dazzler, worth forty visits to the beauty parlour. I look gorgeous, like you ... How about me and you? Let's cultivate this fling. I want to know you better. I want you to heat me up and melt my cellulite again. How about me coming there? I'd live there. It's got to be better than here. I've heard the malls are better there than they are here. Climate controlled air, simulated light, Muzak, simple screwed to the floor plastic chairs formed to fit the size of my big butt. I can't wait. Don't leave me fanning my feeler. We're at the crest of this thing.

Feminism and androgyny and transvestitism were in the air

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People talk about how bad-off the U.S. was economically in those years of the seventies and how filthy and crime-ridden New York was. It’s true, but my friends and I in the East Village didn’t know any better, and terms like “recession” and “stock market” were meaningless to us. The streets of the city were smelly with both garbage—sanitation workers were striking—and dog shit (the scoop law wasn’t passed until 1978). On the Lower East Side, people assumed their apartments would be burglarized every two or three years. Many buildings and sometimes whole blocks in the area were burned out and abandoned, others staked by squatters. Drug-dealing gangs ruled districts. Sidewalks for blocks would be matted with blankets of housewares and junk peddled by the jobless. It was a slum, but it was where we wanted to live because it was cheaper than anywhere else while also hosting the best bookstores and movies and drugs and people and music.

Our band had to figure out where to play next. I’d noticed how the Dolls had associated themselves with a particular venue. If a band always played the same nights at the same place, it was easier for them to build a following, since anyone interested would always know where to find them. There were plenty of nasty, hungry little joints around.

Not only was I an alien to my parents, but I was an alien to my friends.

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One day I took off my jacket to try on a coat hanging on a rack and by the time I was finished, Edith had accidently sold my own jacket to a shopper. "Aw, hon, I'm seow sarry. I'll geev ya the moneee, I gaot fave dallers foor it," she was very apologetic, "I dint neew what ta cheearg foor it, dere weernt neo teag oon it or nuthin. I'm sarry, hon. Yeoo woont aunther ceoat, yeoo teak it, hon. Leok reound, deres seom perrty ceoats heer."

I want to tease them,deny them,hurt them,drive them crazy,satisfy them

                                                                             

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Was there a big attraction between you and Elvis?

Tura Satana:Well, there was a great physical attraction.As a matter of fact he even asked me to marry him once.I said no thanks. I knew Elvis was, uh...he tried to be true, but Elvis could never say no to temptation.I think he needed a strong woman to take hold of him.

Bonus books featured this issue, with thanks to the original sharers:

 pdf new link 17/2/12 (83 pages/23MB)

 Cookie.Goddamn it, you could really write. You were no washed out poseur.Those Waters movies were just the tip - a mere peep at the fruity life you lived.Thank god you took time to pop some of it down on paper and offer us a glimpse into your reckless past.A highly essential read.

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Like your heros bald,female and sporting a large hump? Wig out on psychic amputations and creepy goings on?? Then this book is for you.It's pretty hard to get your brain around the unrelentingly queasy atmosphere, especially when it nosedives and becomes painfully arty.But what the hell. Books with freaks, geeks and sideshows are thin on the ground.What you get is a must read book for die hard geek freaks with a penchant for Jodorowsky movies.