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He’s a voyeur sadist, and he needs exhibitionist-masochists


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Gerard Malanga coordinated the dances for the Velvet Underground and invited Mary Woronov to be his primary partner onstage. Other dancers would come and go—Ingrid Superstar, International Velvet, Ronnie Cutrone, Eric Emerson—but Mary and Gerard were the dance couple that embodied the Velvets’ look. Gerard had thought about dance routines since the high school days of The Big Beat and more recently when he and Baby Jane Holzer had danced with the Fugs, introducing a dance called the Gobble. Since early adolescence he had self-consciously tried to create a “look.” For the Dom shows he wore skin-tight black leather pants, a Marlon Brando T-shirt, and bleached hair, and his favorite prop, a whip, became a Velvet signature. One afternoon at Kenneth Jay Lane’s jewelry studio, Malanga saw studded leather arm bands. “Help yourself,” offered Lane, and Gerard grabbed several, along with a Celtic cross and the silver snake choker that John Cale would wear onstage. “The Velvets wore all KJL jewelry,” said Malanga. “It was very chic.”

I’m taking you up an alley. An alley’s the next best thing to the Casbah


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But before your marriage can soar away on wild, creative flights of fancy, you must first master the fundamentals, and that’s precisely what we’re going to learn here today – basic fucking. Marlene, would you go out in the hall and tell the boys they can come in now? Thank you. All right, Boys, I hope you all brought your mats and cundrums, as I requested. Fine. Now get your partners, and, please, no talking when fucking begins. Allll right, Everybody, watch Teacher. Position A. (Getting into position A.) One, two. One, two. You see how it’s done? Allll right, begin. (Clapping her hands.) One, two. One, two. One … Marlene! No, no, no,  Marlene; you’re oneing when you should be twoing. Now let’s try again. One, two. One, two. Th-a-a-a-t’s right. One, two … (Almost at the end of her patience.) Marlene, would you please confine yourself to fucking. The Marriage and Family Institute doesn’t exist to turn out prostitutes, just simple, basic, serviceable wives. Now, back to fucking. Watch me, now. One, two. One …