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13thWish, 20
I’m in a sober living home. I don’t know what or who I am. I’ve built a life most people would be jealous of more than once from nothing and have been dissatisfied, a disappointment, or even happy, only to self sabotage. I’ve never failed at anything I wanted bad enough except for finding someone who is willing to nail my dick to the floor and pee down my throat. Hate sitting around. Hate jealousy and overreacting to things. Hate being told I’m in a monogamous relationship with someone who has Grindr on their phone still. I don’t want emotional abuse, I want physical abuse. I know what traumas my kinks are from (I think) and crave the pain. Basically I’m a fucking mess and I need a violent, horny partner to take care of me sexually and chemically that makes me feel alive.

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LeatherGlovedSmoker – Aug 26, 2025
Aaccording to legend, Master Toro used to be a well known and highly appreciated Scholar Postgraduate for Philology and Master for didactics and a successful teacher.

During a battle he lost his cock to later replace it by an artificial bull cock. which is now a source of pride.

Ever since he has a cyborg bull cock, he recruits and trains slaves for the empire and he trains them to become wholly submissive according to the old laws and traditions.

You have the honor of being selected by Master Toro (checks the slaves und sometimes allow them to treat his feet lovingly.

Master Toro sometimes plays soft or hard with the slaves’ nipples or the slaves’ manliness or female intimate parts and controls their ability to change shave, openness or colour.)

Latexgood – Aug 26, 2025
You must be a narcissist because the guy in the photos looks exactly like you.

13thWish (Owner) – Aug 24, 2025
Extremes aren’t my limits — they’re my prayers.

13thWish (Owner) – Aug 21, 2025
The guy in the profile pictures is not me, it’s a guy I have a crush on. I say this cause I’m a bit camera shy though I will send pics of myself if you promise not to share them with others.

 

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SabotageBoy, 21
I’m looking to be used as a human bin, fill my mouth with anything you can think of, spoiled food, bugs, dog food, raw food, etc. I can either willingly chew and swallow or you can drop the waste down a tube leading to my mouth where I will be forced to swallow. If I refuse or fail at swallowing anything then please punish me however you see fit.

Academic scholar,
Offers from Durham, York, other Russel Groups
Year of studying in Oxford
Currently studying at Scotlands Uni for sporting excellence
Track runner & cyclist
Internship in financial sector
Committee of two Uni societies
Student rep

I’ve built up something nice for myself, help me ruin it.

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SabotageBoy (Owner) – Aug 19, 2025
‼️ If you have by any chance a Gaga ticket for the concert let me know ‼️

SabotageBoy (Owner) – Aug 19, 2025
My nickname is Smudge.

SabotageBoy (Owner) – Aug 19, 2025
I was straight until I was 13 years old.

SabotageBoy (Owner) – Aug 19, 2025
Another fantasy of mine is to find a well-hung Trans that could rub her tits on my back while fucking me.

 

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barelyhim, 20
Whoa, guys. I’m F and My bf and I have been in a relationship for 8 months that has entered more and more into an S/M kink dynamic. Since 01/08/2025 I’ve been the owner of a pig.

He was born an animal, of an inferior race. Everything about him (his body, his money, his apartment, his possessions, his mind) is mine. I control his life 100%. He has no free will.

He’s mine. I take care of everything, he suffers. Period.

He is fed mainly oats and urine. Well preserved.

I’m falling more out of love with him by the minute so my goal is finding some guys to completely and brutally destroy him in the most extreme and degenerate ways they can. We are at:

27 Birch Street, Milford, MA. Building 11, 3rd floor, Apt 1605.

To enter building use: 9O31661. To enter apartment: use 93two8211

F can either be present or not up to your preference.

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barelyhim (Owner) – Aug 14, 2025
Bonus points if you’re into encouraging his transformation into a gay idiot.

upthehillbackwards – Aug 13, 2025
Hi I’m Marianne. I have recently started exploring my fetish side and I have recently acquired a boyfriend/slave that I now own and is under written contract to me. I’m 63 years old, my slave is 20 yrs old . So far everything going smoothly but if you have any tips or advice, it would be appreciated.

barelyhim (Owner) – Aug 8, 2025
Ok he has one hard limit: kissing dudes. Not going to do it.

 

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GetWellSoon, 19
All these pictures are of me!

I am currently rehabbing my way out of a drug rehab facility. I will probably spend the rest of my life in and out of rehab. I have been celibate for 1 year; prior to that I had been with many men. I feel intimidated by men who have been with women, so I am uncomfortable around those men. I myself have never been with a woman. I am pretty shy, apparently, and I don’t talk a whole lot until somebody wants me to and then I rattle on. I have a sense of humor that tends to come out as bitter, cynical, twisted, dark, sarcastic. I have a great butt in and out of tight butt hugging jeans, shorts, underwear, and of course, bare. I would also like to have an orgasm WITH someone instead of my hand, for the first time in a year. Granted, I will likely need Viagra and because of the drugs my ability to cum is questionable at best. But I would love it if someone made an honest attempt. I live in San Diego, come get me.

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umwhatnow – Aug 17, 2025
I like insane/crazy/weirdos and bottom of the barrel subs. Let’s get loaded.

killerjoe – Aug 16, 2025
Personally I don’t really see getting snuffed as an issue with him. I just see a possible logistics snag.

hntnhole – Aug 16, 2025
Snuffing someone who doesn’t want it is against every humane quality we possess. Snuff is thrilling, it’s beyond fulfilling and magnificent when it’s consensual. When it’s not, it’s despicable.

ilovemojitos – Aug 16, 2025
Seriously that is ONE insanely hot faggot. Would love to 🔪 him into 🥩 after he’s been taking my loads for a few hours.

ifeeltherushhh – Aug 12, 2025
Looking to have my dick lead me into a situation with you that it can’t get me out of.

 

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BottomestBottom, 18
You can be nice to me or mean to me I don’t really care.

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T_Iommi – Aug 25, 2025
Worst sex ever

NeedleintheHaystack – Aug 22, 2025
Single dad of 2 boys… I am looking for a boy who will help me through a tough situation. I have two sons 14 and 12 who I secretly and desperately hate/desire and they need a young role model to teach them. The only thing I can not do is if you want me to pay you. As a single dad I need to make sure I have money for my boys and I don’t earn a great deal.

ForeverKING – Aug 19, 2025
What am I into? Nothing pleasent. Deeply perverted twisted freak in a perpetual rage! My XXXL isn’t the only thing that’ll hurt you. Just surrender yourself.

Oldandalone – Aug 13, 2025
If you’re real, my interest in being mean to you is unquantifiable.

 

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Gooeyswamp, 20
Derailed from heterosexuality and trained to love yielding mouth and ass to men and serving cock exclusively.

To every woman I dated this came naturally.

I envied them.

Gotta figure out a way to get back on the bisexual track.

Yours
Luca

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JohnBad – Aug 15, 2025
Haii, im John Bad looking for someone maybe you who i’m treating like a cat or something like that.

Gooeyswamp (Owner) – Aug 11, 2025
Hearing derisive male laughter is the only way I can reach orgasm.

MostlyGhostly – Aug 11, 2025
He likes to be:
– judged by the Dom on his looks
– made to sweat profusely
– bound in a chair naked
– intensely looked at
– put in front of a mirror to look at himself
– covered with gel
– facefucked

 

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NakedbutnotAfraid, 18
Ok I’ve never done this so I’ll make it brief and easy because nobody wants to waste their time skimming through someone’s bio.

I’m officially 18
06/13/2007
My ex bf started brainwashing me into thinking that I was a submissive feminine slut. We broke up months ago due to unrelated reasons but I think I could be finally transformed if someone can turn off what’s left of my brain.

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NakedbutnotAfraid (Owner) – Aug 27, 2025
I’m tired and confused asf.

OwnU4Lif3 – Aug 23, 2025
As of 08/21/2025 I have sold him to Master @ROUGH in Florida.

OwnU4Lif3 – July 26, 2025
You guys can look elsewhere because as of 07/21/2025 he’s mine. He has given up his life, moved in and serves me in the fullest capacity. He has absolutely no life outside of me. He no longer has friends or family. We share some relationship moments such as kissing and going out to eat. However this is NOT a love relationship and he is constantly reminded of this. Life is fairly easy going, but I treat him like utter shit. He is locked up most of the time and I am agro extensively and in his ass constantly. I am always an asshole.

Moosey – July 16, 2025
His feet are so pretty you want to knock him out and saw them off to take home with you.

MarsAttacks – July 8, 2025
Based on a single experience, he can get fucked at a moment’s notice. He is equally comfortable with intellectual conversations and spontaneous beatings for no apparent reason. He’ll suck dick until he cries and vomits.

 

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StubbornlyDesigned, 20
I’m a straight, well adjusted boy, but have developed a really severe bullying kink and really really enjoy getting bullied, mocked, called rude names, etc. and I think it’s infinitely more real coming from men than from women. I think the hottest thing ever is when you self destruct and side with your bully over yourself and aid your bully in destroying you.

London 6/30 – 7/3

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jayshairydick – Aug 16, 2025
He has everything any young guy would need to be some trillionaire’s trophy wife except mental health.

Bandaged – Aug 9, 2025
I know him and he’s consistently striving to be a better inanimate object.

StubbornlyDesigned (Owner) – Aug 9, 2025
Back story … At age 14 I was groomed by a Master and presented at a slave auction in front of “big money guys”. I was groped and poked and pinched and forced to open my mouth so they could inspect my teeth. My groomer announced that I would be a total slave and do whatever I was told to do for a full year, in return for which he wanted $1M. There were no takers but at least I found out what one man thought I was worth.

 

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Choke_me_pretty, 19
Bo here, 5’1 twink teen! And yes— I’m mentally unwell. Into very heavy asphyx, extremely risky, no consent, total knockout, as dangerous as possible. I also love having stuff secretly added to my food & drinks. If you can strangle me to death I will be yours!

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Bossishere – Aug 19, 2025
As your strength faded away your hands began to slide down from my arms, as stars swirled around your eyes & echoes were in your ears.

As you began to fall forward & slide down my powerful muscles, the darkness closed in & all the struggling was now over.

ToxicGun – Aug 4, 2025
You’re hot but I’d like a relationship with someone who’s alive (optional).

 

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heysup, 20
I have been suffering from heavy depressions all my life…

I think that my self destructive behavior could very well have a part in that.

I have extreme risky violent sex with men constantly.

When the men ask how I’m doing it’s like jumping out of a building and being asked half way down how am I doing…

“So far – so good…”

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heysup (Owner) – Aug 10, 2025
Wonder where he’s buried.

gaynudist61 – Aug 10, 2025
I saw a video with this kid, one of the hottest vids i’ve ever seen. The top who fucks and breeds him is very seriously ill with full blown AID’s – looks dreadful – and he’s seriously pounding and loading him. Can’t believe he had the energy to fuck the kid. That’s the thing about the sex drive – it’s the last energy source to give up.

CodeRedPablo – Aug 5, 2025
Young dumb horny boy looking for Mr. Bad Idea.

 

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Skinnyboyfreeuse, 18
I’m just the average horny 18yr old self hating fagboy tbh. I like to drink alot and smoke alot of weed and then turn my faggot body loose. MAKE ME A CRACK WHORE. I’LL SMOKE THE PIPE. I want to be the skinniest boy, skeletal emaciated looking. Smoke me down to bones. Pick me up and carry me around like a broom handle. Make my ass a shrinkwrapped fossil. Take me out, show me around, scare people if you like.

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SHYdogPIG – Aug 1, 2025
Your profile is too long for his app. It’s a 12 second read which is WAY TOO LONG. Most guys on this app have a reading comprehension attention span of between 3 to 5 seconds. Shorten & use bullet points.

 

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Fire-Cracker, 20
Hey there so I lost a bet and need someone to pick my punishments. I need at minimum a haircut which can be anything you want to give me from south side fade to middle part to bald except for a spike of hair left anything at all as creative and fucked up as you want. Hair dye is also fair game as well as anything with my eyebrows (lines, shave them off, etc). Piercings (any piercings) and tattoos are also fair game anywhere(face, head, chest, etc) and of anything. You can also choose clothes that you want me to wear or not wear as well as anything else. You can also pick make up and shit that you want me to look like. There are no limits at all so you can do shit like make me wear a but plug/dildo/vibrator or pull out my teeth or branding me or shit if you really want. Anything you can think of that changes my appearance is all fair game.

DISCLAIMER: If you know or recognize me from outside this platform DO NOT approach me about this platform in person, unless it’s a a BDSM/kink event and then discreetly seek permission first to discuss it. No exceptions. Respect my privacy.

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asymptotic – Aug 16, 2025
I would pay to bribe anyone who wants to gouge out one of his eyeballs and let me fuck the socket.

SuperSam95 – Aug 16, 2025
Divine epiphany or manic episode?

kodicrawford – Aug 16, 2025
If you like what you see fuck it before it’s gone.

 

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DazedCanary, 20
I own a young and attractive boy from Sweden 20yo, blonde hair, green eyes, cute petite face. (His body in the picture).

He’s hopelessly addicted to having his ass eaten and needs to have his ass worshipped regularly to function🙂‍↕️ I’ve made sure of that…

The longest I’ve ate his ass in one session was about 4-5 hours or 2 full movies length.

I’m here to borrow him out to hungry guys who’d enjoy eating him out so he can better fulfill his function in life😌

I get pleasure from seeing such an attractive boy reduce men to ass starved pigs, that’s why I thought to borrow him out, I have an approximate tally board of how many hours he’s been eaten out and it’s sitting at around: 917 LMAO.

Outside of this addiction, he enjoys the quietness of museums, paintings and the complexity of different music instruments.

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Scottpaul – Aug 7, 2025
I’ll tell you what your boy needs. He needs to be spanked rough and mercilessly. Someone needs to take him over their knee, pull his hair and butcher his butt.

ropegrillet – Aug 7, 2025
Sigh.. Eating some kid’s poophole turns you into a poetry writing school girl and you call yourself a Master?! I yearn for the days when eating ass was a form of degradation.

MtlMasterM – Aug 7, 2025
With you, the deepest dreams of mine came true because your owner gave me space and security so that I could live out my most excoriating longings with your mega-sexual hind quarters completely freely. I want more from you … deeper, again and again, because you are a perfect specimen and your pristine delicious anal passage, so wild and unleashed, I will never forget … a very very intimate experience.

Horny35yo – Aug 3, 2025
Ate him for a few hours. It was extremely great. I don’t need to write an essay.

 

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dnt_fck_my_brain, 22
I have extremely brutal and horrific desires and i need help.

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SirMystique – Aug 8, 2025
He’s a nice boy, even if he hasn’t yet recognized the truth (= Jesus), which can save us from our sinful, deadly bodies. If only he would realize that these words of the Bible are directly God’s words, then he would be spiritually revived and understand what I’m talking about.

dropped – Aug 6, 2025
Well, that wasn’t what I was thinking but sure okay.

dnt_fck_my_brain (Owner) – Aug 6, 2025
Really?!! Are you the right person i need? This is my lifetime dream i were dreaming. I want to be extremely tortured, i want to be amputated all my limbs and want to be Quad amputee, then after i become quad amputee i want to be tortured my dick, to be pierced by different needles, to be nailing down on board, to be brutally bitten, after all types of brutal torturing done on my dick then i want it to be cut off completely with the balls, then after i want to be blinded with eyeballs pulled out, i should have to live for days blind crawling by my four short stumps, i should have to be to live difficult and challenged life by doing things by myself without eyes limbs, etc., then i want to be to be embeded below my neck by cement or concrete and buried in ground and seen above neck only and like live monument forever, etc.

dropped – Aug 6, 2025
You look insanely hot! I would be happy to help you and do whatever you want.

 

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Hey_when_we_meet, 19
I’m just a stupid fucking faggot blondie boy with a breeding fixation that consumes my entire life that makes it so I have to take a cock and a guys cum at least one an hour every single day.

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toxicpollinator – Aug 11, 2025
Pozzing has lost its meaning. Now everyone’s using pozzing cuz it’s a bad bad word, even in political comments on X or in rap. There was a time that when you typed pozzing it’d only be gay guys wanting to kill other gays with AIDS, but it’s over because the straights steal everything. We need a new word, how about AIDSkilling?

armstrong – Aug 11, 2025
My name is Mason. He is a public health major at Georgia State University. He wants to become a college professor when he grows up.

Stevebiker – Aug 7, 2025
Mmmm that’s hot. If you get AIDS and I’m still neg you could use me for a sacrifice to Statan while your AIDS cock pumps me full of your seed that He has blessed.

Hey_when_we_meet (Owner) – Aug 7, 2025
Any guys open to giving me stds and bugs? I would like to experience each one at least once .

BetaKuro – Aug 3, 2025
He’ll never meet you. He’s writing a college paper about the breeding phenomenon and your chats with him are his research.

 

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sendrapethreats, 18
Level 2 autism. has multiple mindsets. Looking to be kidnapped, tied, gagged, filmed, sexually assaulted, and treated like a little daughter. No ride. I am at a group home, the side I am on I have to myself, and I have my own front door, but I don’t want to be here.

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d920 – Aug 20, 2025
There were times where his shrieks and groans turned into sounds from a whale mating documentary….🤣.

sendrapethreats (Owner) – Aug 16, 2025
I never tried that as I’m kind of scared not like wussy but it’s something new.

d920 – Aug 16, 2025
Is it possible for me to get my entire arm in you? I jerked off a little while ago looking at your profile photos and fantasizing that my arm fucked you up to my armpit and then I pulled out and shot three loads in your gaping cunt. Thanks for making me cum in any case.

 

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wildrice, 19
I would love to be full my hood my life. It who I am who I wanna be I hate my face. It so fake me mask is who I am I am not human. I accepted this looking for a forever owner help me become what I am mentally to be. Reality this is my reality.

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wildrice (Owner) – Aug 19, 2025
or f/su€/ for 💵

Exec – Aug 18, 2025
I have designs on incarcerating this boy for life, but go ahead and use him for now because that will take time.

wildrice (Owner) – Aug 9, 2025
Catch my attention by talking about crossword puzzles, 18th century opera, Greek tragedy, Hannah Arendt.

 

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imyourssss, 22
I love body surfing, singing horribly to my favorite songs, pretending I can dance, smoking cigarettes, and long drives to remote locations with kidnappers.

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imyourssss (Owner) – Aug 19, 2025
Also, I am a very spiritual guy, and it’s for that reason that I can’t do 24/7 servitude, in my life, God comes first, no offense, but my life has had some struggle and some suffering and God was here for me when nobody else was.

daf0rce – Aug 16, 2025
I’ll lock you up and throw away the key. I’ll gape you so bad you’ll need diapers for the rest of your life. I will beat the shit out of you, stomp on you, take all of your money and whore you out. Etc etc you get the point.

Speak2Meat – Aug 14, 2025
What to write? I could yawn on about his smell and taste, but you can figure that out right?

imyourssss (Owner) – Aug 9, 2025
I’m not a femboy, not a lady boy or something like that. I’M A MAN, CIS-man! F**K YOU, I won’t be a girl for you.

howcomewhy – Aug 6, 2025
We had a couple beers. He smoked half a pack of cigarettes. Then I fucked the shit out of him.

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** jay, Hi. The novel’s form varies a lot. Yes, there’s a screenplay-like look and build at times, but it mutates constantly, and it very much works like fiction not like a screenplay. Good that you’re making the most of your … well, I guess incarceration is too strong. Have laptop, be anywhere. Giving vague answers can be a formally creative learning experience maybe. Do you still have friends there from the past, I guess I mean apart from your ex-.? I trust you will get through your weekend with flying colors. (Strange homily, that. I wonder if ‘flying colors’ is a flag reference?) ** Steeqhen, Sounds okay, Dublin, despite the disappointment. Party was good? And also sad? ** Dominik, Hi!!! Yes, we’ll do Halloween up on the blog, for sure, and if there’s any spooky stuff in Paris, I’ll go pretend it’s actually spooky. The French distributors have final say on the poster (and the trailer) but I presume they don’t want us mad and upset, so it’ll likely be finessing a compromise that doesn’t make us depressed and vomit. Your friend needs a Xanax. Badly. The model store visit got delayed due to a necessary meeting thing. No, I just kind of love scale models, as does Zac, so the visit will be just for us to hopefully peer down in awe. I hope beaucoup sleep fixed love as of this morning. Love wondering why so many songwriters keep writing songs about him, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, It’s great and not hard to get one’s hands on, I think? Viz still exists? Wow. Good on them. ** Malik, Hi, Malik! Great to see you! Oh, wow, it might be my inadequacy on the coffee front, but no other novels with screenplay-like builds spring to mind, but they certainly exist, and some pretty good ones too. I’ll have to wake up a bit more and think about it. Weather has gotten dreamy cool here too. It’s so nice. And the summer wasn’t too murderous. Strange. Yes, use your solitude to write up a veritable storm. So lovely to get to visit with you. ** Carsten, Huh, I just read something about Charles Wright the other day. Saying how forgotten he is. Darius was very influenced by Ishmael Reed’s amazing early novels. Yes, the German festival is bringing us over for a few days. I think they announce in early October, so I have to keep mum-ish until then. I hope you’re enjoying the road. Say hey to Lyon for me. Not exactly an exciting city, but not the most boring one either. ** Mari, Hi! Darius’s book is with your time whenever/if-ever you have that time. No, I really don’t like the films of the director who made the ‘Queer’ film, so I’m skipping it. I can’t see how it could possibly have met its task. Oh, I like ‘The Sluts’ and am proud of it, but it’s basically me mimicking pre-existing voices and online forms and giving them a complicated structure and narrative through-line. I greatly prefer trying to create something new and unique with my actual writing, and that’s my only novel where I just borrowed and tried to subvert things that already existed. That’s probably why. I have interviewed people who weren’t as interesting as I’d thought they would be. I’m blanking on who. There are lots of people I would love to interview. I wouldn’t know where to start. Okay, I’d love to interview Wes Anderson, and he lives in Paris, so it should be possible, but he doesn’t like to do interviews. Yes, I do get asked to write non-fiction a fair amount, but I swore off writing non-fiction about 15 years ago, so I just have to keep saying no. I haven’t been offered any opportunity that made me change my mind. I wouldn’t mind interviewing people, if it was someone I’m extremely interested in. I was asked the other day to interview Isabelle Huppert, but I’m just not that interested in her. I’m ultra-picky, I guess. I like the name ‘Stats and Probability’. It would be a cool title for a novel or a poem at least. You don’t have nice weather right now? Even in NoCal? Wow. And, wow, do fix your anemia, etc. Beans! Mexican food! Oh, how I miss it. I hope your weekend is incredibly not sad. ** Steve, Only some short fiction. That’s his only novel. Courage re: the box opening. Intense. Excellent adds! Everyone, Great update/news from Steve: ‘I’ve added some more films to my Internet Archive page, including work by Kiyoshi Kurosawa, Robert Kramer, Barbara Sass, Ngozi Onwurah and Will Hindle: here. If anyone tries streaming one of these films and subtitles don’t come up as an option, you can download the file to view it with subtitles.’ ** HaRpEr //, Haha, that explains it. I see that Spiritualized is touring to play the ‘Pure Phase’ album live. I got kind of tired of them post-‘Ladies and Gentleman …’ but their early stuff is great, and ‘Pure Phase’ is up there, for me, so I’m almost curious to see that if they come here. ‘Talk’ by Linda Rosenkrantz: no, I don’t know it at all. It sounds very interesting. Huh. I’ll look into it. I’m a strange person who has a hard time with gossip. It rubs me the wrong way. Or maybe it’s more about the tone and attitude or something. There’s some kind of lack of courage in it or something that irks me. Or I see a difference between ‘gossip’ and truth revealing. It’s in the telling, I guess. Strange. Probably some childhood leftover thing or something. Huge luck if necessary getting your moving day(s) far behind you. ** Måns BT, Måns! Great pleasure for me too. Gotcha about the reason for Bob hund’s farewell. My ultra-favorite band Guided by Voices retired from performing earlier this year, I think for the same reason. Awesome that you got to meet and confab with the guy! I don’t really know Bob hund, but now I’m very, very curious, so my weekend will have a soundtrack. Yes, I really hope Zita will still be into showing our film. I’m writing to them today. Fingers bigly crossed. ‘Blue Jam’, no, but there’s another playlist item. Thanks! You have fun this weekend? Like big fun? ** Dev, I’ve had Sotos in posts, but not a focus thing. Very odd of me. I’m going to find a book of his I can spotlight this weekend. Get vast amounts of sleep this weekend, but don’t forget to wake up long enough to stay hydrated and nutrient absorbing. ** Hugo, It’s full on fall here too! Hopefully long term. Oh, I think we’re going to show ‘RT’ in Ghent. Is that near you? The LA music venue that springs to mind that seems maybe appropriate is Zebulon. Sometimes 2220 has interesting music shows. I’m sure there are others I don’t know. Most of the cool venues and events and stuff in LA are quite trans friendly. I can ask friends there. Easily half or more of my closest friends there are trans. No, I’ve never heard of 764. But of course I’m going to look into it. The coffee I drank while reading you could have been a little stronger, but my eyes worked and most of my brain seems to have followed suit. Good weekend to you! ** Jeff J, Hi. Yes, NYRB does seem to be on a great roll of late. James claims he’s writing, but I haven’t seen any evidence in a long time. He wrote the screenplay for a film, ‘Sammy-Gate’ (2020). I haven’t seen it, but I’ve heard interesting things about it. Weekend of excellence to you too, and, yes, I look forward to talking day after tomorrow. ** Uday, Surely there’s some living icon that you would feel gratification in putting out for. I have strong protective instincts too. But how one could protect someone from horny TikTok viewers, I have no idea. I don’t have a typewriter, but I do like the idea of having a typewriter ribbon. Thank you. I hope your settling is continue to settle. But not too much, of course. ** Nicholas., If you can make good happily gay art, you could pretty much own the genre, I think. I still haven’t listened to SSion, but it’s cued up. Working hard and diligently at art = happiness. If you can call it that. Rock it and everything (not to sleep). ** Darby🧟, Floor is better than rug, no? Or easier to keep clean at least. That makes total sense in fact. I can even picture it even though I don’t have a clue what your apartment looks like. Maybe I’m psychic. March ’26 is a healthy and seemingly quite doable goal. Nice. What I’d really like to eat is a hot fudge banana split, and I think I know a place. We only have waffle stands that sell Belgian waffles and usually crepes too, but no Waffle Houses sadly. Boy, I totally get the coffee beeline rush. Weekend: try to set up some film screenings aka ‘same old’, and I have my biweekly Zoom book/film club thing tomorrow. And hopefully a hot fudge banana split. Have a superb one yourself. ** Right. The month concludes, the slaves show up. See you tomorrow.

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‘Originally published in 1992 by Carol/Citadel Press, Negrophobia was a wild romp through a racially charged dreamscape that zipped from one absurd scene to another so quickly, you didn’t have time to question the illogical logic as stereotypes Uncle Remus, metal lawn jockeys, African cannibals, and Little Black Sambo plowed through the pages. “Growing-up in the ’60s, I watched all of those cartoons, but I didn’t associate those images with me or any other black people,” James said to me last year from his home in New Haven, Connecticut a few days before Christmas. “Though I was aware that that was how white people might think of black people.”

‘At sixty-three years old, James is a divorced former expat who lived in Berlin for over a decade before returning to the states in 2007. With a wicked sense of humor, he chuckles often. Having read and performed his often brilliantly off-color material for years, his speaking voice is clear, though it sometimes reminds me of our shared hero, Richard Pryor. Raised by a mother who was a psychiatric nurse and a painter father whose abstract expressionist canvases hung throughout the house, James’ first artistic inkling when he was a boy was to become a visual artist.

‘“I did some painting, but my father’s criticism was so harsh that I started writing instead, because he didn’t know anything about that.” Reading widely from the time he was in fourth grade, James devoured his mom’s Freud and Jung textbooks as well as underground comics drawn by S. Clay Wilson and Robert Williams, the novels and poems of Chester Himes and Ted Joans. “I also watched tons of television,” he said. “Children’s programs hosted by Sandy Becker and Soupy Sales were my favorites. It was like a pre-drug thing. Those shows prepared you for the reality of LSD.”

‘The avant-garde black power works of Amiri Baraka were also an inspiration, but years later the noted writer was far from impressed by the Negrophobia pages he read when teaching at Yale in the ’80s. “Baraka was running a writer’s workshop, but neither he nor any of the other students were very supportive. They basically told me not to publish it. To go away and don’t publish it.” In the final text of his debut, James got his revenge by referring to Baraka’s novel, The System of Dante’s Hell (1965), as “shit-stained pulp.”

‘In James’ black (face) comedy horror, written in the form of a screenplay, the anti-heroine protagonist was a racist white teenager named Bubbles Brazil, a spoiled little rich girl who was so badly behaved that she’d been kicked to the curb by every private academy in New York City and placed at Donald Goines Senior High School. “What’s a white girl to do in a school full of jigaboos?” Bubbles wondered.

‘Back home, after smart-mouthing her “kerchief-headed . . . meaty-arm” servant, a grits-cooking maid who resembled a 1950s tele-domestic, the woman put a serious mojo on the young girl that sends missy hurling into a hallucinogenic dark place, a voodoo so vexing that it is hard for her to get out. “The maid slithers into a convulsive snake dance, foams at the mouth, and tears off her clothes,” James wrote. “Fish-eyed pancakes are slung Frisbee-style across the kitchen. Bruce Lee’s kung-fu cat cries mingle with James Brown’s R&B funk shrieks.”

‘For the next hundred-fifty pages, Bubbles bounces like an ivory-hued pinball from one surreally racist scenario to another. In my mind, the words became pictures in the style of P-Funk cover artist Pedro Bell. In addition to the race issues, Negrophobia is sexually graphic and filled with enough free-flowing bodily fluids to gross out the strongest stomach.

‘The idea to write his wild styled book came to James when he was living in the West Village in the late ’70s. “It was just as simple as putting the words ‘Negro’ and ‘phobia’ together,” he said. “The Bubbles character was based on a few different women. There was this one white girl from West Virginia I knew who, after her parents split-up, was forced to go to Martin Luther King High School, because her father wouldn’t pay for private school anymore. She would tell me these crazy stories that I thought were so funny.” Originally written in traditional narrative form, after his friend and neighbor Michael O’Donoghue, the National Lampoon writer and Saturday Night Live original cast member, suggested he compose it as a screenplay, the ideas finally gelled.

‘“I knew it would be the best way to avoid a lot of psychological jabber about the characters,” James said. “I just wanted the reader to deal with the images and therefore confront those same images on their own terms.” Taking ten years to complete the manuscript, James worked as O’Donoghue’s researcher on various film projects, including Biker Heaven, the proposed sequel to Easy Rider that, according to Splitsider.com, “was set in 2068, a hundred years after the original, and saw the original movie’s main characters resurrected by ‘the Biker God’ to recover the original Gadsden flag in the wake of a nuclear war, as they encountered numerous biker gangs.”

‘Negrophobia has been championed and ridiculed by critics and readers alike, with a strange array of celebrity fans that includes actor Johnny Depp, members of Fishbone, and painter Kara Walker, whose use of slave imaginary in her famed silhouettes has been called “revolting and negative” by assemblage artist Betye Saar. “I read Negrophobia in 1994, when I was just about to graduate from the art school, and I’ve dealt with it intensively,” Walker said in db-art in 2004. “It was one of those rare soothing moments that I thought there could be another person in the world who understands what I do.”

‘The book’s biggest critic, however, was an employee of James’ publisher who believed the cover promoted the same stereotypes it purported to be combating and tried to have it squashed. Florence Washington, a black administrative assistant in Carol’s New Jersey offices, was offended by the image which showed, as The New York Times described in the June 17, 1992 Book Notes column, “a white girl, scantily dressed . . . over her shoulder is a shadow of an oversize Sambo-like caricature that resembles racist art from the 1930s and 40s.” Designed by art director Steve Brower, he and Darius, “saw the picture as a visual representation of the novel’s basic satirical line: What the teen-ager sees over her shoulder is not the shadow of a real man but of her deepest fears.”

‘Washington claimed she was going to report the incident to civil rights activist Sonny Carson. “The worst part was, she hadn’t even bothered to read the book,” James said. The protest didn’t trigger any bans or burnings, but it did generate the NYT piece. James told reporter Esther B. Fein, “These stereotypes have not died; they’ve just been transformed and modernized. The whole point is that I believe black people should start taking back these images from our iconography that have been stolen and corrupted through the years by racists. I understand that these images were once oppressive. But I think we are at the stage where we can look at these images and not feel threatened. All kinds of black artists have started to take control of these images, whether they realize it or not.”

‘Los Angeles Times book critic Dany Laferrière wrote in December 1992. “I opened James’ book only to topple into hell . . . Negrophobia remains the courageous effort of a young writer to understand his time, and a mad attempt to renew the genre of the novel.”

‘Kathy Acker was the first professional to encourage James after she read the first forty pages of Negrophobia in the mid-eighties. Acker constructed books, including Kathy Goes to Haiti (1978) and Blood and Guts in High School (1984) that were genre-breaking texts that combined word collages, plagiarized text, violence, and erotic (bordering on pornographic) imaginings designed to expand the possibilities of what the novel could be. It was that uncompromising attitude that Darius James applied to his own art that would become associated with the then creatively striving community of writers, painters, filmmakers, performance artists, and musicians who congregated on the Lower East Side.

‘“The Lower East Side didn’t really start for me until I met Kathy,” James said. The two connected when James was thirty and, after living in the West Village for a few years, had returned to his native New Haven. Bored one afternoon, he looked up Acker’s phone number and cold-called her at home. “I just told her how much I enjoyed her writing and how she reminded me of a jazz musician in the way she handled language and story and identity.”

‘Instead of being creeped out, she invited him to come see her the next time he was in the city. The following week, he, Acker and writer Patrick McGrath had drinks in an East 5th Street bar downstairs from a police station. “I showed her those early pages and she read them right there. She told me she thought it was fantastic.” Although the recorded history of ’80s Lower East Side is often whitewashed, there was a thriving community of black artists as well, which essayist Jennifer Jazz described perfectly in her piece Black Like Basquiat: Jean-Michel Basquiat and the Black Kids in Downtown NYC.

‘James began hanging out at various spots on the Lower East Side including the performance space Neither/Nor where he befriended fellow black writers John Farris (The Asses Tale), Steve Cannon (Groove, Bang, and Jive Around), both who became mentors, and Norman Douglas. Junkie playwright/screenwriter Miguel Pinero also hung out there, shooting smack in the back with his Sing Sing buddies. A few blocks away, Jean-Michel Basquiat was painting, David Hammons was concepting, and Ornette Coleman was blowing his horn.

‘“Darius and I hit it off from when we first met,” Douglas said recently. “We read poetry at Life Café and drank at the Horseshoe Bar on 7th and Avenue B. Greg Tate was the big black culture writer at the time, but I thought Darius was always the more radical thinker and writer.” With Acker’s help, Darius first published in the scene’s infamous literary journal Between C & D, edited by former couple Joel Rose and Catherine Texier. Printed on dot-matrix paper and sold in ziplock plastic baggies, contributors included Acker, Bruce Benderson, Gary Indiana, Tama Janowitz, Patrick McGrath and Dennis Cooper.

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‘While I imagined that James would’ve had a difficult time selling Negrophobia to an America publisher, the opposite was true. “I met a New Yorker writer at Michael’s house named George W. S. Trow, and we became friends,” James explained. “He introduced me to the editor at Carol, whose name I can’t remember, but I do recall he was a Deadhead.” In 1993, the book was published in paperback by St. Martin’s Press as part of a deal Darius worked out when selling his nonfiction That’s Blaxploitation!: Roots of the Baadasssss ’Tude (Rated X by an All-Whyte Jury).

‘It would take me another twenty-five years to actually complete Negrophobia, and that was only after writer and Man Booker winner Paul Beatty (The Sellout) playfully shamed me after I confessed to only reading a quarter of the book when it was released. As we stood in the rain after John Farris’ memorial service in April 2016, Beatty shook his head as though disgusted. “Go back and read that book. You won’t regret it.” When I told James the story, he laughed. “It’s not an easy book to finish,” he told me. “Most people stop at the scene where Bubbles is puking up worms, so, I understand.”

‘Negrophobia has been out of print since the ’90s, but Beatty reprinted an excerpt in Hokum: An Anthology of African-American Humor in 2006. “I found the work of the novelist Darius James while passing through Cathy’s bookstore on Avenue B and at the Living Theater on Third Street, hearing him deliver voodoo shibboleths as unruly as his stringy dreadlocks,” Beatty wrote in the book’s introduction, which was reprinted in The New York Times in January 2006.

‘I finally dived knee-deep into the textual boogie of Negrophobia and was delighted that I did. As Richard Pryor once said, “The water’s cold . . . and it’s deep too.” Darius’ writing style was as vivid as it was precise as he piled crazed images on top of one another. After reading the first few chapters of Bubbles’ Adventures in Darkieland, I took a nap and had a multicolored nightmare of skyrockets blasting in the sky as Mickey Mouse’s dog Pluto bounced upside down, dragging his long tongue along the glittery ground. Seriously, it was as though the words worked a spell on my imagination, and even in sleep they wouldn’t let go.

‘After the release of Negrophobia, James hoped to begin working on his second novel The Last American Nigger, but life had other plans. “I think we all just assumed that when Negrophobia carried his work beyond Manhattan, Darius was going to be a star,” writer Dennis Cooper wrote in 2007, “an avant-garde superhero writer a la Burroughs and Acker. But his raucous style and subversive mode of confronting racist attitudes by embracing racist stereotypes were frequently misunderstood at the time. Despite the hubbub and some great reviews, the novel was not a big success.”

‘In 1998, Darius relocated to Berlin, which, in his words, was much like the Lower East Side in the ’80s. While Negrophobia didn’t get Darius’ face in any Dewars scotch ads, his dangerous visions expanded the limits of speculative fiction, and it took me back to the days when I was a teenage geek discovering the alternative new world universes of Harlan Ellison, Ishmael Reed, Philip K. Dick, J. G. Ballard, and Samuel R. Delany while simultaneously blaring the sounds of Prince, David Bowie, Grandmaster Flash, and Donna Summer in the background. An obvious literary pioneer in what the kids today call Afrofuturism, his work has inspired others, including the Ego Trip crew, writer/editor Bill Campbell (Koontown Killing Kaper), Hype Williams videos, and graphic artist Tim Fielder, who once did a comic strip insert with him for Between C & D.

‘Negrophobia remains the most blackadelic funk novel of late twentieth century that has much in common with the various generations of avant-gardists, free jazz cats on stage at Slug’s and doo-rag Dadaists as it does with James Brown’s brand new bag, Ralph Bakshi’s cartoons (especially the apt titled Coonskin) and George Clinton’s aural acid adventures in Chocolate City. Currently, Darius James is working on various projects, including editing a book project with photographer Gerald Jenkins, discussing a graphic novel with Casanova Frankenstein, composing a spoken word project with Haitian electronic voodoo musician Val Jeanty, and working on a new novel tentatively called Acid Fairies.

‘“I wanted to write about black women doing acid,” James said. Knowing his work, something tells me there’s more to it than that. For now, I’ll turntable scratch the words of Dennis Cooper, who wrote in a 2007 blog, “Darius may be a slowpoke, but he’s one of the most gifted contemporary American fiction writers in my opinion, and Negrophobia is a singular mindblower of a novel that I think you should do yourself the favor of reading.”’ — Michael Gonzales, Catapult

 

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Etc.

* Buy ‘Negrophobia’
* Darius James reviews Saab Lofton’s Anarchist Democracy
* Oliver Hardt’s documentary BLACK DEUTSCHLAND is an intimate exploration of black life in Germany. It features Darius James, a.o. Read about it here.
* The Negrophobia Website
* Read about and buy Darius James’s nonfiction book That’s Blaxploitation!: Roots of the Baadasssss ‘Tude (Rated X by an All-Whyte Jury) (St. Martins Press, 1995)
The Zombie Monologues, by Darius James
The Evil Eyes, by Darius James
The Dark Side of the North Pole, an excerpt from the novel, “Froggy Chocolates” by Darius James
Anarchist Democracy by Darius James
Free Brother Bobby!

 

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Media

Negrophobia by Darius James (rerelease book trailer) Negrophobia Reborn

Showreel

Darius James – Sensitive Skin Magazine live @ Bowery Poetry Club 8-15-2010

Darius James at the Sensitive Skin reading, Cafe Amsterdam, 10/29/10

 

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Quotes

“In this social-media era, when we are more intent than ever on isolating things that offend and outrage, Negrophobia revels in its own outrageousness, and thus is more of a tonic now than it was almost three decades ago. It neither blinks nor recoils at the stereotypes, insults, and presumptions that have been used to cage and subdue African American self-esteem, but compels its readers to confront rather than retreat from or smooth over the retro Jim Crow imagery….American literature has seen the ascent of talented young black writers who aren’t willing to settle for parochial or hidebound conceptions of who they are and what they should say…and it’s a fine time to be reminded that crazy, willful acts of hoodoo storytelling such as Negrophobia helped make this renaissance possible.” — Gene Seymour, Bookforum

“Luridly funny and unsparingly smart, Negrophobia is American arcana of the highest order. And like all truly cool books, destined to forever be ahead of its time.” — Paul Beatty

“Darius James is a great writer.” — Kathy Acker

“I opened James’s book only to topple into hell. In fact, Negrophobia is the black version of American Psycho.” — Dany Laferrière

“I read Negrophobia when I was still in grad school. . . . It was one of those good but rare occasions when I thought there might be one other person in the world that would get what I was doing.” — Kara Walker

“Comic, manic, and amazing, [Negrophobia] tells more about American race relations than all of the walking dead suburban experts, academics, and think tank whores who tell their fellow suburbanites about how it feels to be black.” — Ishmael Reed

“This is a novel of exposure, not solution. Those willing to take the ride will find language and imagery that provide an understanding of everything offensive and American. To see Bubbles dragged through the mire of racial and sexual taboos is to experience the reclamation of the icons and stereotypes that are the signposts of relations among Americans. It’s not an altogether pleasant experience. No one who reads Negrophobia is playing in the dark — just lost in it. The novel, however, is no more unpleasant an experience than, say, having a police baton swung at your body, or having a steel-tipped boot kick you a few hundred times after you’ve been dragged out of your tractor-trailer. With its feet firmly planted in the satiric tradition of Voltaire Ishmael Reed, John Kennedy Toole, and Okot p’Bitek, James’s book is both timely and necessary.” — Christian Haye, The Village Voice

“Darius James is one of the funniest writers in America, and one of the most serious. His subject is the big one: slavery; his questions are the big ones: who is slave to what?” — George Trow

“I wanted to set up a situation where a reader had to confront his own racist thinking. And I wanted to talk about this in the book: that this culture – that popular culture – is predicted on the fact that it finds black people funny.” — Darius James

” …these cartoons in and of themselves aren’t intended to perpetuate racism. Rather, they were designed to subvert it(…) One of the ideas for me was that the reader himself, who might have a racist thought after reading Negrophobia, would become ill and throw up. But magically, I would like the reader to step back and look at the absurdity of these images and laugh: laugh at the images, laugh at their own racism and not feel cowed by it. And also, black people should laugh at these images and realize that these images are not reflection of black people but rather a reflection of some diseased mind, which is a real distinction. Because some people – and not a lot of them – became critical of the book because they confuse what I’m writing about with actual lives of black people. My book has nothing to do with the real live of black people. It has to do with mapping out the terrain of a racist psychology and making fun of that.” — Darius James

 

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I Hate Being Lion Fodder
A Conversation Between Darius James and Kara Walker

 

Darius James: The first thing that struck me in your work was that your use of paper cutout and silhouette has the feel of folk art, grounding the work in black storytelling traditions. I like how the frozen moments of the images narrate an entire tale, sung with the wit and cunning of the blues trickster. I say “sung,” because the stylistic execution is lyrical. Thus, your work simultaneously encompasses the visual, the narrative, and the musical.

I am also impressed by your satirical boldness. I don’t see much of that. And when it is attempted, it isn’t done well. It doesn’t go for the throat. It doesn’t smell blood. When “Negrophobia” was first published in hardback, the cover featured a white woman whose shadow was a thick-lipped, light bulb-headed coon. Some folks inside the publishing house were offended and threatened to sic the NAACP on me. Then, I kid you not, in some black bookstores, it was sold under counter in a plain brown wrapper. Now, the cover is hanging in the Smithsonian. Curiously, the people who seemed most offended by my work were middle to upper class blacks. Working class blacks, for the most part, see the humor and get the point. I tell you all this in order to ask how black people in the U.S. are reacting to your work.

Kara Walker: There have been letter-writing campaigns: once after being awarded a MacArthur Fellowship in 1997, and once, at least so far, for the removal of one of my least offensive prints from a museum in Detroit. My work has also been lambasted in the International Review of African American Arts: 17 pages with no byline, mostly ribbing me for my hair, my white husband – nothing at all unique – too young, haven’t paid my dues, etc. It was quite embarrassing and strangely obtuse that two issues of a magazine supposedly devoted to unraveling the lure of stereotypical, racist imagery should rely so heavily on stereotypical racist imagery of the kind that blacks dole out among themselves. Harvard and Henry Louis Gates, Jr. also put on a kind of niggerati circus in 1998 that I failed to attend – probably to my detriment, but I hate being lion fodder.

I read “Negrophobia” when I was still in grad school (I graduated in 1994) working out these notions. It was one of those good but rare occasions when I thought there might be one other person in the world that would get what I was doing. The only thing I didn’t like were the pictures in between. Sorry. We’re talking about a proud fine arts grad student here. I remember thinking, No, this is wrong. Those postcard coon images aren’t ugly because they’re ugly, they’re hateful because they’re cute, loveable, desirable. They feed on scatological, pedophiliac, incestuous, murderous longings and, like Jlo’s children’s line or ads for Babyphat, they do it in a nostalgic, seductive way.

Darius James: In your letter, you wrote that Henry Louis Gates Jr. ringmastered a niggerati circus at Harvard in 1998. What was that exactly? And why would you have been “lion fodder?”

Kara Walker: I was having a show there of a large suite of silhouette pieces. And Gates organized a weekend-long series of lectures and films around the slippery slope of race and representation. It included a panel with Betye Saar, who started a censorship/hatemail campaign against my work and against my positive reception by the art market/MacArthur Award folks, Howardina Pindell, and Michael Ray Charles (also much-hated for his pickaninny art). And from the reports of my disappointed friends, dissed because I wasn’t there, Mr. Charles couldn’t hold up his end of the argument – and he has an advertising background, for shame! Now, if I hadn’t been on a much-anticipated trip to the German Oma and Opa, they anticipating their first and only grandchild, I would have simply sat on the stage and nursed my Quadroon baby and said nothing. I mean, you know when it comes to our sordid racist past and our sordid racist relationship with Race, there is going to be some shouting. Much of it was cross-generational.

Yeah, I was also taken aback by an ad supposedly against child sexual exploitation, which really struck me as needlessly sexy, exploiting the notion of the Beautiful Black Child wearing her poor ragged shift. She is central to the image, totally exposed in all her shame-faced beauty. Her face is in profile and cast downward, toward her white Barbie doll, which she’s about to abandon. The unseen force of the image, the one we passersby are meant to identify with, is the faceless white man pulling her by the arm in the opposite direction. She’s nearly spread-eagled across the image and he’s shrouded in mystery, setting up the classic tension between illicit desire and access. The tagline, something like “she’s a child, not a sex object,” could just as easily read, “she’s a child, and a sex object.” It might also apply to the doll.

Darius James: When I began researching “Negrophobia”, along with turn-of-the-century coon images on postcards, pancake-mix boxes and tin toys, I also came across some Civil War-era editorial cartoons, some of which were as sexually explicit as your own, though without the graceful lines, of course. You seem to draw inspiration from these images, as well. I have one image in my collection of a Northern abolitionist on his knees with his tongue inserted into the rectum of a nappy-haired jungle Negress.

Race is not divorced from sexuality in the American imagination. Racism is rooted in the hypocrisy of puritanical sexuality. America’s first sex shows were plantation owners overseeing that their property bred right. Did you know Joel Chandler Harris would write his fiancée love letters in Uncle Remus dialect? It was how he showed his sexual side.

Kara Walker: Mostly I am influenced by literature, particularly bad romance novels and porno, because it’s a given that the reader should experience titillation. My experience also includes a heavy dose of shame, not just because maybe I should have been doing close readings of Black Feminist Theory, etc., instead of pursuing “The Master’s Revenge,” but also because so much of that base-level literature is so raw. So much irritating fucking truth about us and our reliance on the old master/slave dialectic to define and redefine our selves and our history. I really started working this way because I was so sick of that dialectic being the guarantor of my colored gal experience. Also, I began working this way because, conversely, so much of that paradigm became my experience, when I really wasn’t looking for it to do so.

Still, it feels a little bit strange to be here in cyberspace, spinning the all-too-familiar yarns on plantation imagery for a German audience that may be inclined to take that stuff at face value. I say this in a vain attempt to invite controversy. I like to think I know these Germans well. That advertisement for West cigarettes would never fly in the States – the one with the crazy disco Afro woman and the average white guy offering her his little ciggy. She’s all teeth and hot red Amazonian sex. The catch phrase is “Test it.”

Darius James: I’ve lived here for four years and, like yourself, I’m intimately involved with a German. I couldn’t say, however, “I know these Germans well.” But I also understand what you’re saying about taking your work at face value. I might walk into a record or comic book shop and the most ig’nint fool gangsta rap will be blasting out of the speakers. I’m not condemning gangsta rap, or rap in general, or sex and violence. I’m talking about some drunken and blunted fool spewing abusive and dysfunctional bullshit that’s not about anything at all, except being abusive and dysfunctional. And a lot of young Germans listen to this shit because it’s supposed to be hip, not really understanding what’s going on in the lyrics. If they knew, they would puke.

Going out for cigarettes this morning, I saw the specific West cigarette ad you were referring to in your letter. There are a few now. Around Christmas time, there was one featuring an Afro-haired woman in Santa’s helper suit complete with reindeer. This one you are concerned with I hadn’t seen until this morning. What I find interesting about the ad is this – the woman towers over the man offering her a cigarette, and she appears to be having a hearty laugh at the idea he is offering her such a small object. The image of the woman is clearly a projection of white male sexual fantasy, but white male sexual inadequacy is also implied by the image – desire and fear encompassed in a single image.

The image is not so much one of racism as it is one of exoticism. One of the things I find interesting about exoticism in the context of interracial sexual liaisons is that it is a kind of racism by mutual consent. Each party projects fantasies onto the other. If there is a solid basis to the attraction and a relationship is formed, the fantasy stage is transcended and one finds oneself dealing with the funky humanness of the other. Exotic differences are of no importance because one is dealing with the hard realities of another human being. Some people, of course, fetishize the idea of exoticism. I live in Europe. I have all manner of exotic masturbatory fantasies about women here, black, white, Middle Eastern, Asian, etc. Subverting gender/power sexual relations within a hetero context appeals to me.

Curiously, just like the stereotypes some like to believe about themselves attraction based on exoticism also occurs among exotics. For example, the fetishizing of black women as the Queen Mums of Africa within romantic black cultural nationalist thought. Or, like the East Indian and Bavarian German woman with whom I had an affair some years back, who complained about how she was being treated like an exotic by all the white boys she had been involved with. Yet, at the same time, as she had never been involved with a black man, she projected her particular fantasies onto me.

Kara Walker: I have a similar reading of the West ad, however, I was troubled by it just the same. One reason is because I’m a tall fancy-ass American black woman (“Are you a model?” or “Aren’t you that model in…?” have been asked of me more than I care to recall) who has always relished the idea that I could be an exoticized sexual predator. However, my internal reality is so altogether different, so 13-year old suburban sniperish. “She was always so quiet… I can’t believe she would do this.” I both relish and resent those crazy-sexy-cool attitudes that seamlessly conceal internal angst. In my premarital exploits I can safely say I had a few open wounds through which I let slip the unseemly, the ironic, and the paranoiac, which leads to another favorite stereotype, the crazy-ass nigra.

Personally, I found this situation Black Amazon meets sexually frustrated white agent, – face it, in the West ad he’s still doing all the offering, her laughter is passive, it’s a response – iconic for the immensity of the fabrications involved, and the impossibility of sustaining the illusion of race or gender roles.

You said: “If there is a solid basis to the attraction, and a relationship is formed, the fantasy stage is transcended and one finds oneself dealing with the funky humanness of the other. Exotic differences are of no importance because one is dealing with the hard realities of another human being.” But transcendence doesn’t always occur. I based many a notebook page on the idea of sustaining the tension that occurs when each party only partly reveals, does an elaborate striptease with their funky humanness. Seeking fetishized comfort in the fantasy version of one’s own body, in other words. Really, the ad for West cigarettes would be more to my liking if the funky chick had a revealing bulge in her pants.

 

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Book

Darius James Negrophobia: An Urban Parable
New York Review Books

‘Darius James’s scabrous, unapologetically raunchy, truly hilarious, and deeply scary Negrophobia is a wild-eyed reckoning with the mutating insanity of American racism. A screenplay for the mind, a performance on the page, a work of poetry, a mad mix of genres and styles, a novel in the tradition of William S. Burroughs and Ishmael Reed that is like no other novel, Negrophobia begins with the blonde bombshell Bubbles Brazil succumbing to a voodoo spell and entering the inner darkness of her own shiny being. Here crackheads parade in the guise of Muppets, Muslims beat conga drums, Negroes have numbers for names, and H. Rap Remus demands the total and instantaneous extermination of the white race through spontaneous combustion. By the end of it all, after going on a weird trip for the ages, Bubbles herself is strangely transformed.’ — NYRB

‘Negrophobia is written in the form of a screenplay, but no movie version of it exists so far. (There had been discussions about an animated movie version, and a live theatrical production has been long in the works.) The novel becomes a big screen on which Darius James projects reality and fiction, consciousness and sub-consciousness, dreams and fears of not just an American, but a whole western society where racism is in people’s conscience. The book is actually a journey inside this racism.

‘All the characters in this book are cartoon–like. James has created a pyramid of racist stereotypes with supernatural powers. Negrophobia describes the strange and hallucinating adventures of a white, drug-addled teenage girl called Bubbles Brazil, and she has all the typical racial stereotypes of African-American people in her head. She lives in Manhattan’s Upper East Side, is a rich girl who hates going to school with “jigaboos” since they’ve turned the high school hallways into a mad spectacle of sex, drugs and violence.

‘Bubbles finds herself transported into a nightmare dreamscape, and she is taken there through the voodoo of a demonic Aunt Jemima called “the Maid”. This Voodoo spell throws Bubbles in a parallel world of grotesque visions of racism. She now experiences racism on her own, and suddenly every racial stereotype about black people comes to life.

‘Along the way she meets “a Negro cyborg”, Uncle H. Rap Remus (who rapes little children), Malcolm X, she gets beaten up by a group of Ninja-Queens in her schools bathroom, meets a bunch of cartoon savages with grass skirts, who dream of social welfare, crackhead homeboys fantasizing about Spike Lee, a zombie Elvis, and Walt Disney, who wants to take over America and establish a Gestapo state.’ — from the Negrophobia website

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p.s. Hey. ** jay, Hi! Oh, ‘Edwin Mullhouse’. A great novel, one of my favorites. Millhauser is one of favorite American fiction writers. I think one of the most oppressive things about Moscow was that the Soviets deliberately made the public sidewalks very narrow so people couldn’t gather and I guess question their authority? The was years ago, and I’m guessing the sidewalks are widened now, although with Putin in place maybe not. I would imagine you could offload those musty Emo clothes on an escort site since guys there sell their clothes frequently, but you’d have to include photos of you, I guess, although, obviously, they could be fake pix, no seeming problem. Sorry about the delayed departure. Yikes about the possible porn thing, but obviously not your personal business. Well, unless you’re in the porn, I guess, haha. Stay inspired, and I hope you’ve gotten a release date now. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Oh good, they found a friend. The bigger festival never got back to us, so we’re in the German festival, which we’re perfectly happy about other than the sadness of our thwarted Halloween trip. Not sure when we’ll see the poster. The theater release is in late November, so there’s still some time. Dutch has a quite small vocabulary, and, unlike English for instance, they don’t add new words. People just swipe new words from other languages and slip them into their sentences. Ugh, about your needy friend. Maybe if you just keep giving the messages a ‘thumbs up’ they’ll get the message? Love about to head out to a store he just discovered that sells scale models and that is supposedly huge, G. ** _Black_Acrylic, Well, thank you, satisfied customer Ben. Haha. ** Darby🧟, Hey! I’m definitely of the opinion that the best art leaves you tongue tied. My week has been kind of stressful, but it should start becoming more calm and dutiful now. Your face sounds great! I’m so in the mood. Yes, I did see the doll, and while I briefly mourned not having it in 3D, it’s pleasurable effect on the eyes and imagination more than made up for it. Thank you, my pal! Interesting, I often look at cashiers and feel a kind of envy. I think you laid out the reasons why. I don’t get all that many bugs, but I think that’s because the pigeons eat them? I really, really like that character you built and what you’re doing with it. Onwards, I say! Sure, I’d like to read it. I’m, as you know, very slow, but half a page shouldn’t take me long. Cool. Your weekend full of clown themed jeans making sounds like the perfect weekend if perfection can be said to exist. ** Måns BT, Hi, Måns! Great to see you! I’m happy you liked the show. I’ve been okay. Just film film film stuff as usual. It was hot, and now it’s not. That’s the best part. That class sounds ideal, yeah! Worth the stress hopefully. That’s really exciting. I wish I could teleport into your head for a moment. Why is it the last Bob hund concert. Wait, I’ll go find out. There must be a way. Have huge fun there. No, long story short, our producer got hellbent on us having a big ‘international premiere’ for the film which meant we couldn’t show it in Europe before that intended big event. So we’ve been stuck while waiting for said big event. But he finally gave up just yesterday, and now we’re free to set up screenings. So I’m going to finally write to the Stockholm people this weekend and see if they’d be down for a screening in December or January and ‘pray’ they’re still interested. This film festival rigamarole is so annoying. So hopefully that’ll finally get worked out really soon. Best of all the luck in the known world with the class and obviously with everything else! xoxoxoxoxoxo kerbang! ** Carsten, Wow, tomorrow. I hope all the stuff falls into place in its respective boxes or backpacks or whatever in time. I like Denis’s early and kind of mid-period work. I thought the last few films by her were really disappointing. Festival dilemma is solved, thanks! ** Steve, Hi. The festival didn’t get back to us, but that just solved the problem, so we’re good. Congrats to your friend. I hope to get to see the film at some point. I knew James Robert Baker a little but not very well. I saw him at events and things. We had a meal together once. Interesting guy but very dark and very embittered about what he perceived as his lack of success. ** HaRpEr //, I relate to your process and thinking about it, no surprise. You’re moving tomorrow too. So’s Carsten. Ugh, but it’ll be in your dust soon, keep remembering. Spacemen 3’s ‘Rollercoaster’, so great. I used to go on jags where I looped it and ‘OD Catastrophe’ a lot. Stay strong and future-riveted. ** Dev, Hi. Yeah, I think they might be the kind of artists who shot their wad pretty early and then kind of just fiddled around with their formula afterwards. China, of course, right. No, I mean the French drink tea but not in large quantities that I can tell. Odd, no? Strangely enough, I don’t seem to have ever done a full-on Peter Sotos post. Huh. I’ll put together at a least a spotlight post on one of his books. Great idea, thanks! ** Nicholas., See, I don’t like to cook. I have no patience or skill thereby, and sometimes I get tired of microwaved vegan junk, and getting actual real food and eating in the company of friends seems like a perfectly lovely thing to do. Have I ever actually read Alan Moore? I don’t think I have. Odd. That area he works in is an uncharted one for me for the most part. I don’t eat meat but your meal sounds colorful and theoretically sound nonetheless. I don’t know SSION or that song, but I will rather shortly. Thanks for clueing me in. I expect to learn a lot about you. Happy gays are great, but happy gay art is rarely so. In my experience. ** Right. Today I’m reviving the spotlight that fell here years ago on a really fantastic novel that I highly recommend you read if you haven’t. See you tomorrow.