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Faggot Dinosaur Give-Away!

Though much to my chagrin, no : I don’t have some butt-humping Brontosaurus to send your direct. I do, however, have an invaluable relic uncovered during the most recent excavation of my abode. And like, I’m sharing. I’m sharing, Mary!

So, anyway. Yes, it’s been a minute, but I’ve mentioned Ali Liebegott‘s wicked excellent anthology Faggot Dinosaur in the past — a detail whether or not you recall, all the same : You need this journal in your life.

About the project [ Shoddy scanner notwithstanding ] :

In short, the anthology is “a visual and literary collaboration of dinosaurs knitting, fucking, and listening to Barbara Streisand! Queerness of the Paleolithic Age abounds at Faggot Dinosaur.”

Though to expound upon the extent of how it abounds . . . This gorgeous, full-color, perfect-bound compendium of cool includes contributions from Resa Alboher, Jen Benka & Carol Mirakove, Denise Bilbao, Cooper Bombardier, Lisa Brown, Clint Catalyst, Justin Chin, Lucy Corin, Carmella Fleming, Leora Fridman, Nicole J. Georges, Hilary Goldberg, Nicki Greene, Michael Henry Hayden, Diane Hoffman, Sade Huron, Elyssa Joy Kilman, Andrea Lawlor, jojo Lazar, Janice Lee, Ricky Lee, Cayenne Link, Amy Macabre, Mary Meriam, Na¹amen, Sawako Nakayasu, Kirk Read, Steven Reigns, Joshua Robinson, Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal, Roxanne, Sam Sax, Cedar Sigo, Michelle Tea, Masha Tupitsyn, Vlad Viski, Ed Wolf and Yasmin San Francisco.

[ Illustration : Victor Ray ]

It’s a charming little beast, this book. Indeed, indeed! I mean, as with Liebegott’s other works, you should already own one. Seriously. Regardless, for one lucky reader out there, I have a copy with fifteen contributor signatures to donate. That’s right, kids : the only journal in the world with autographs from Justin Chin, Janice Lee, Michelle Tea, Ricky Lee, Na’amen, Mario Ashkar, Kirk Read, Tracy Jeanne Rosenthal, Jen Benka & Carol Mirakove, Lucy Corin, Hilary Goldberg, Carmella Suzanne Fleming, your host of this humble Dot Com, and of course, The Liebegott herself. So much crazy mad queer ink smeared all up in one place, yet I plan on sending it somewhere, to someone else. What’s the T?

Well. For your chance to receive this collector’s item, all you have to do is leave a comment — email address included; my telepathic skills don’t pay the bills, ifyouknowwhatImean — by 9:39 PM Pacific Standard Time, the Third of March, Two Thousand Thirteen.

[ Illustration : Nicole J. Georges ]

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Hilary Goldberg’s recLAmation: Watch It; Win One of Three Signed DVDs

So, let’s talk about Hilary Goldberg‘s recLAmation, a feature-length genre-hopping experimental documentary-slash-fictive narrative shot on Super 8, in which capitalism in contemporary Los Angeles is overthrown, and queer superheroes — one of which there’s a more-than-decent chance I inhabit via Gaylord Wilshire, spandex tights and flame-retardant cape notwithstanding — navigate a possible future.

Hilary Goldberg, recLAmation, movie

Yes. Yes, let’s talk about it. I spoke of its unique tripartite structure in a previous post, though in brief : In the first two sections, Consumption and Colonization, personal narratives interact with moving images of contemporary Los Angeles, stop motion animation, and sound design. Writer/director Goldberg’s memoir unfolds, offering reflections on time spent with her mother’s violent fiancé and in a mental hospital.

The filmmaker’s recollection of forced institutionalization is as poetic as it is poignant.

[ An excerpt ] :

“There were no ‘Please Do Not Disturb’ signs on the doorknobs because it was too late. Ghosts haunted the halls, moaning and groaning with each unbearable second. People cried and screamed and urinated on the floor. A man continuously kicked himself in the head with his bare foot. Others paced quietly, then dropped to the ground in fits of madness with intervals like a John Cage composition.”

As with the stark black and white film stock utilized in Goldberg’s neo-noir project In The Spotlight, the employment of Super 8 — an anamorphic film format known for producing a unique dream-like quality, as if everything is coated in an amniotic haze; it’s also believed to invoke feelings of nostalgia for the viewer, mimicking a sense of connection to the material presented — renders these passages particularly powerful.

Then? Then comes the third section : a fictional narrative envisions a dream of Los Angeles after it has been liberated from capitalism.

At any rate, after a successful international tour and critically-acclaimed jaunt around the festival circuit, it’s available to view via streaming, here and now. . .

The film stars Joy Anderson, Clint Catalyst, Irina Contreras, Amy Goodman, Jessica Gudiel, Jessica Hoffmann — with narration by Goldberg.

Preview, film stills, and contest info “beneath the cut” . . .

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In The Spotlight : Give-Aways, “Streaming,” Check It!

Yes, it’s been a while . . .

but some of you might recall my repeated mentions of Hilary Goldberg‘s short film “In The Spotlight,” starring the wicked way Richter literary genius Michelle Tea, screen-writer/producer/actress extraordinaire Guinevere Turner and me, in the role of a creepy literary charlatan known as Bell Wartock. [ The smarmy, nefarious style fiend — due in no small part to the brilliance and boundless abilities of costume designer Adele Mildred — may very well have inspired a tribute and a smidgen of merch in the nascent days of his creation. I mean : Bell Wartock is, after all, “the voice of a new generation.” ]

Director Hilary Goldberg between takes, with Michelle Tea [ as Olive Clutch ] and Clint Catalyst

Well, after great critical acclaim and a tour of film festivals around the world — including Inside Out Toronto, Frameline, Outfest, Vancouver Queer Film Festival, Fresno Reel Pride, Women Make Waves Taiwan, Seattle Queer, American Cinematheque Third Annual Focus on Female Directors, Reel Women International, Frederick Film Festival, Reel Pride Michigan, and The Dark Arts Festival in Salt Lake City — this meta-fictive neo-noir is finally available to watch in the comfort of your own home…for a scant 99 cents.

Still on the proverbial fence? I know; I know — it’s almost an entire dollar, maing! As you mull the idea over, feel free to peek “beneath the cut” and view the film’s official trailer, stills, and…oh yeah! Details about that give-away I mentioned!


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Cottonmouth Kissed Cassettes — Eye Doublecross Release and Give-Away!

Some of you may recall my excitement over Cø††øN, a track “influenced by Cottonmouth Kisses” that the low-fi sigil-slingers known as I†† [eye doublecross] conjured in the recent past . . .

Well, that dark dirge — along with seven other deep-synth threnodies — is now available for public consumption, by way of the I††Skitter split cassette : a ClanDestine Records production.

Although procrastinators / individuals with a propensity toward slack should take note: The release is limited to a scant 75 copies. Said another way? If you’re interested, nap on your gas bill — not this one, chap . . .

And hey: Of the 75 copies, subtract a digit . . . Since from the blahg comments left from this moment till the final spin of Big Ben’s minute hand on January 31 [PST], I’ll be choosing a name at random. That’s right darklings, snarklings, and hexed-out genre-as-yet-undefined glamazons: time to set the Wheel of Fortune in motion again, for a reader give-away! Good times ; good times, indeed . . . [So long as you gorgeous fvckrs remember to provide a valid email address with your entries! Stated with an implicit emphasis on Please, that is. Implicit, though it doesn’t hurt to verba/vocalize “And thanks!” ‘Cause in terms of mad gratitude? BB, I’ve got it . . . More than these shoes and skin of mine can contain, often seems.]

To re-cap : I†† create dopamine-drenched spectral [anti]pop, nightmare lullabies rife with occult symbolism and mysteries that unfold themselves with each listen.

Or . . .with flowery adjectives scraped away; sentiment stripped to its barest-of-bones, bleached structural remains :

Click the links. Leave a comment.
GET SOME

[Oh-kaaay?]

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There’s A Term For Anyone Who Gets My Work/Resemblance/Words/Whatever Tattooed

[ & that ‘phrase that pays’ is ]
“V.I.P., For Life

pictured above :
about as obvious a reference can get
to Cottonmouth Kissescottonmouth kisses, clint catalyst

[ If you don’t own a copy by now?
I don’t even know what’s wrong with you… ]

Massive Thanks
to
ßite Me ßlair ♥ !

Honored :: & :: Appreciated

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“Finally Get Away…”

from the “Rain Rain” massive remix project
curated by Vlad Stoian of  Warmer Climes

Please allow me to introduce

Loredana

&
if you’ve been paying attention at all,
you already know I effing love §
also known as ‘§ilver §train’

image created by §ilver §train

Hence,
it’s an honor for me to premiere

Loredana – Rain Rain (PO§E§ION Remix by §)

::  Click :: Here :: To Download ::

Full Project Release Date: November 30, 2010 at

http://warmer-climes.blogspot.com/2010/10/loredana-rain-rain-remixed-by-vlad.html

M O R E ± I N F O ± A V A I L A B L E
Beneath The Cut…

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Good Day, GIVE-AWAY! Some Girls: My Life In A Harem, by Jillian Lauren

Oh. That New York Times Best-Selling Author Jillian Lauren?
Yeah. “I Knew Her When…”

Matter of fact, just to show what a hot shee-ot I am (not, you know, because
it’s an excellent memoir in which the reader falls down the same gossamer-swathed rabbit hole of adventure that landed Lauren in a Prince’s Harem, nor is it because Lauren’s prose is balanced so adeptly; it’s the quietest arrangement of language such loud subject matter could get)

No no, for no reason other than to prove that Yeah, I Know People, Man
am I giving away a signed, personally inscribed copy of Some Girls: My Life in a Harem
to one of you lucky bloggamareaders
(That One’s For You, Oh Sarah Of The Palin-Speak! ♡ ‘Refudiate’ FTW!)

Here’s what you have to do to be “in the running for America’s Next Top Memoir”:
1. Leave a comment here, on this very web log entry
2. Regardless how clever—or cruddy, so long as it is not about the author—aforementioned comment might be,
Don’t forget to include your email address along with the sentiment you choose to share
&

3. Complete tasks #1 & 2 before or by the precise stroke of 11:59 p.m., P.S.T.
Friday evening, the 23rd of July, two thousand & ten A.D.

On the 24th of July, at whatever time the fancy might strike me, I shall be pulling a name from my top hat.

Until then, here’s a trailer for the book
(yes, “trailers” exist for books these days…hell, some spoken word performers make videos!)

&

Here’s a media reel of the lovely Ms Lauren for your retinal penetration—including coverage on
The View, Insider, & AM NorthWest:

To Optic Nerves & Opulence!
:: [a fanfare is appropriate] ::

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