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Galerie Dennis Cooper presents … Street Hustlers *

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p.s. Hey. ** Steve Erickson, Ha! High hopes re: your possible sound guy! It’s just me but I find it depressing when people under 35 love those five records you mentioned. Maybe they’re a better fit for people with slowing metabolisms. I’m close to puking just knowing there is a ‘Mamma Mia 2’. I hope you get to do that AV Club list. Colin Newman’s A TO Z, now there’s a masterpiece. ** Alex rose, Hi, Alex! Well then they’re yours! UPS or FedEx or Chronopost? Oh, yes, ‘Lucky’, yes, I want to see that. I forgot about that. Cool. And ‘Severed’ is somewhere in my telescopic lens, and I just need to figure which detail of my POV to zoom in on. I wouldn’t mind some of that rain. Big love, me. ** JM, Hi. Your got into their names, excellent! Me, I think those posts are literary rubik’s cubes, or I aspire to rubik status whence culling them. The name game is, I would say, partly curatorial and partly a spiritual, miraculous kind of thing. Like most positivities. Thank you, eagle-eyed sir. ** Corey Heiferman, Hi. Oh, right, I should have guessed. I should have warded off laziness and had a deconstructive think. Right. But I’m glad I didn’t because your definition was fireworks-y. Interesting: escorts, Butt, painful memories. I wonder if that kind of thing is going on in my choosing of the escorts to feature because it’s almost never as simple as ‘I’d hire him!’ Nice, I haven’t seen that McCarthy. I’ll hunt. Oh, wait you linked me to it, you kind fellow you. Thanks! Yeah, Paul and I are both longtime Angelenos, and the writing/visual art scene there has always been very interconnected, and I’ve known Paul for ages. A sweetie. I’m sort of reluctantly thinking that NPR Ted Thought is actually correct in its Magic 8Ball-like ‘advice’ to you there. ** Sypha, I did! Welcome back! It sounds very, very vacation-y, and it even made me briefly miss the family vacations my brood used to take when I was a lad. We even went to Maine once. Well, Maine for a bit plus other bits in New England. Does Jung discover the undiscovered self because that would presumably be useful? You weren’t dithering. You were transported and typing, and I feel the glow, and I liked the glow, man. In these parts? Fine, I think. Everything seems pretty okay and on course. Enjoy re-slicking the city, which sounds both impossible and fun, actually. ** Caitie, Hi, Caitie. Beautiful culling and reinventing there. Yeah, their writing is probably my main attraction to doing those posts. I almost want to write to some of them to say ‘I admire your writing’. And I wonder what they would say. I guess they’d think I was a nutball. I know pretty much next to nothing about how female escorts do their thing and intersect with their fans, so I can’t even hazard a comparative guess. Concentrating on the changing is the way to go, I think. I sort of think hectic is partly a super intense learning situation and that wordage is secretly forming and waiting for you. Understood and I hear you about your mom. My mom and I had less than zero in common. One time when I was a teen and really high on LSD, I ran into her in our kitchen and blathered with her about I don’t remember what, which was extremely unusual, and she didn’t realise I was high, and for years and years afterwards she always spoke fondly of that one great conversation we had, which of course I had no memory of whatsoever. When I started the blog, I really didn’t know what a blog was. I was just going to post random things I was into, like most people who make blogs do, I guess. But then people started leaving comments, I just naively thought I was supposed to answer them on the ‘front page’, and that just stuck and grew. I can’t imagine a situation where I would have to stop doing either the posts or the p.s., but if that situation arose, I guess I would get rid of the p.s. because making the posts is my main interest, and the rest is just kind of a lucky break or something. I can’t imagine turning this place into a general chatroom or, like, a sequestered social media-like site organised around the fact that I was the organiser. I wouldn’t be interested in doing that at all. Your want is excitingly complex, which is not to downplay or romanticise the difficulties. Being aware and wanting sounds like the perfect combination, though. I mean if I edit my own situation so it seems to resemble yours, that’s what I think. Cool. My wants? I’m kind of fixated on finishing the script of Zac’s and my next film, and I think wanting to finish it ASAP is overriding every other want. I want summer to end right now too. Enjoy your parcel of today! ** Misanthrope, Hi. Good, good: novel. I’ve always bought Toyotas. Or for a really long time. And I’ve never been sorry. My Toyotas have always behaved like somewhat perfect gentlemen. Ouch: hard drive. You all squared away with everything still in tact now? ** David Ehrenstein, Hi. Oh gosh, I so hope you’re right about the Welles. I really, really hope so. ** Bill, Ha, hooray! I have not watched any of ‘Channel Zero’ — I don’t watch TV really at all — but I will catch it at some point, and I’m happy for Nick! And for you! ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi. Thanks! Yeah, it was absolutely nuts here, as you can imagine. Trying to get home was the world’s most complicated obstacle course, and the entire city had a deafening, ecstatic soundtrack until dawn. It was very beautiful. Yes, Mbappe high-fiving the Pussy Rioter! ** Mauvais-sang, Hello! Welcome! Thank you on behalf of them. The occasional Poland escort sneaks in here, but, yeah, it’s a rare occasion when they do. I don’t know why. Yes, the DCR thing. I actually tried to search around the web in case I could find out what that was, and of course there was zip. I didn’t check the ‘dark web’.l I don’t think I even know how to get into it. How are you? What’s going on? ** Okay. This is one of those rare times when I decided for some random reason to extend and possibly deepen a theme over two consecutive days by restoring this formerly dead post. See you tomorrow.

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  1. Eve Fowler has a great show on at the DCA right now of various text works, no hustlers there that I could see but I’ll return to Dundee next week and will check if I missed anything. I have a super book of pics by Gary Lee Boas called New York Sex: 1979-1985 that features some lush NYC hustler photos in a more innocent time. There’s sadly not much of that online or the work would be a perfect fit here.

  2. To browse the dark web, you need the TOR browser, which anonymizes your IP address. Unfortunately, it also slows down your Internet use to dial-up levels as a result of constantly bouncing the IP around. (This is one reason why “red rooms,” webcam sites on the dark web where viewers can watch women being tortured and killed and type comments ordering specific acts of violence for a free, are an urban legend. It would be technologically impossible for them to work in real time using TOR.) There’s a Canadian guy who browses the dark web for three hours a week and cuts that down to 40-minute videos. Unfortunately, even those could use some editing. With one exception (a “game” incorporating images of child pornography and a soundtrack sampling Manson and children’s screams), everything he’s found has been illegal, creepy or weird in a fairly banal way (a Columbine fangirl site containing Eric Harris’ playable mods of video games, a site purporting to offer advice to time travelers, a forum ranking the reliability of dark web drug dealers.)

    Punk’s rules made sense if you were a 18-year-old in 1977 who just wanted to rock out, and especially if you were a musician who needed to find a place in the industry. But I like the way the taboo against liking ’70s hard rock began falling when MY WAR, the Melvins and Green River started setting up the path towards grunge and the taboo against singer/songwriters broke down when Liz Phair became huge. Part of the problem is that when hardcore took over, female musicians disappeared from the scene, connections to other genres like reggae vanished, and while straight edge might’ve been a necessary reaction to the addictions and deaths of Sid Vicious, Darby Crash, Johnny Thunders, etc., it quickly turned into a bunch of dumb jocks bragging about how superior they were to people who drank or used drugs (and in Boston, sometimes beating up punks who did – at the time I moved there, there was still a guy who went around beating up people, including a friend, for being “punk poseurs”.) From my current perspective, it seems absurd to me that anyone would think the Dead Boys were superior to King Crimson, Joni Mitchell or Fleetwood Mac (beyond “Sonic Reducer”), much less Sham 69, the Angelic Upstarts or Agnostic Front. Anyway, I’m making the post-punk list pitch to the AV Club.

  3. You know, I hate to say it, but I can imagine that Sleazy Christopherson might have appreciated the last batch of photographs in today’s entry.

    I haven’t read the Jung book yet (though it won’t take me long to do so when I do, as it’s very short, barely over 100 pages), but the back cover says it’s about Jung’s argument that the future of civilization depends on the ability of the individual to resist the collective forces of society, and that by gaining an understanding of one’s unconscious mind and inner nature (what Jung calls “the undiscovered self”) the individual can acquire self-knowledge and resist the pressures of mass society and ideological fanaticism.

    The mini-golf place we went to has been open since 1979… during our first trips to Maine, in the 1990’s, when I was a teenager and one of our aunts rented a cabin up there every summer (though at a different lake), we would stop by the place every summer. It shocks me that it’s still in business. One thing that annoys me about it is that there are signs everywhere: don’t swing the club, don’t bounce the ball, no cursing, don’t touch the windmill, etc. The people who run the place are Christian fundamentalist militia survivalist libertarian types: they have a box of free bibles in the lobby of the main building and there’s a don’t tread on me snake flag on the front lawn… they seem genial enough, though.

  4. Hi!

    So now you’re basically trying to “normalize” the script enough to satisfy ARTE’s needs without ruining your initial vision for the whole project. It’s really saddening and maddening that you constantly have to deal with this (“normalizing”, I mean), especially because – as you mentioned – it’s slowly but surely taking away all the initial pleasure. I hope ARTE will at the very least say yes to your new ideas and meet you halfway.
    I must agree with you about Elias. After the show and his stage persona, I was very surprised when I talked to him. Pleasantly surprised, of course. I hope I get to see them again soon!

    With my festival visit on Thursday and Friday, I had a long weekend which means that… I really didn’t feel like going back to work this morning, haha. After my shift, I went to see the woman who asked me to translate that esoteric book about 200 years ago. Apparently, it took this long to actually get the book or something. It’s tiny and only about a hundred pages long.
    I think I’ll take it with me to work every day and I’ll work on it when we don’t have customers. This seems like a feasible idea.

    I guess you already knew I was gonna say this but I’m in so, SO much love with today’s post! The very first photo is my favorite. I have it in one of my ultimate scrapbooks. And the first “Unknown” pictures are from a (web- ?) series called ‘Drug Addict Male Prostitute – Brian on the Boulevard’. Here’s the first episode, if it’s of interest: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqldDHvIs9c

    How was your weekend? How are you?
    Have an amazing week, Dennis! I do hope the TV project doesn’t eat you alive!! I can’t wait to talk again soon!

  5. Hi. Long time follower / fan, and first time poster. Great theme, as always. I just felt inclined to post about https://denniscooperblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/maleprostitute.jpg to make the artist go from unknown to known; I’m pretty sure it’s by Anthony Friedkin since I’ve read his (art)book “The Gay Essay” last week, which had about 25 photos combined alone of that guy in the same dark room. He must’ve been good. But yeah that’s it haha. I’m honestly not used to this sort of communication, yet.

  6. Dennis, It was between the Honda Civic and the Toyota Prius. The Prius has less pep, and I need that on the Beltway here. You eventually have to replace the big battery too. But it is considered the most dependable car on the market, the Prius. The higher end ones can get right pricey. I get all the goodies with this Civic and not that much worse gas mileage. It’s supposed to be a dependable car too.

    So they gave me this offer. I accepted. I get in with the finance guy and things just aren’t adding up. He’s trying to charge me $1,500 more. I’m like, “Look at the offer sheet.” “Um, there was a mistake, the rep didn’t realize it had the ‘appearance package.’ ” “And?” Then they tried to get me to split the appearance package price. I just said, “If I don’t get the original offer price, I’m going up the street and getting a Chevy Cruze.” I got the original offer price. Always be prepared to walk away, especially if you have a little leverage. And I would’ve done just that. The Cruze, though smaller and less peppy, is, like, the second-most reliable car on the market.

    Yeah, the novel chugs along, thank God.

    Well, there was nothing on the external hard drive that wasn’t on the PC hard drive already. I’m just using it as a backup. So I just backed everything up again on this new one.

    Our electric range, btw, is under warranty. There’s a guy coming out next Monday to look at it. It’ll be toaster oven for me for the next week. 😀

  7. Hope you’re not inconvenienced by the big parade, Dennis. Was a grueling day, so this was a welcome sweetener at the end of it. It was pretty funny to see the long list of Unknown’s, ha.

    The Ohm Phanphiroj selection makes him look like a Thai Philip Lorca diCorcia. The photos on his website are a lot more diverse and pretty interesting (though the site is not fun to navigate…)

    Bill

  8. where do all the old street hustlers go

  9. Corey Heiferman

    July 17, 2018 at 8:44 am

    This post got me thinking about how it seems like “hustler” is increasingly used to refer to a male prostitute rather than a small-time gambler or dealer in illicit goods. Johnson only gives a verb definition of “to hustle” as “to shake together.”

    The Google NGram seems to indicate that “hustler” had a peak use in 1920, then took a huge dip until 1960, then came roaring back hitting a new peak in the early 70’s, and has somewhat declined since then. Of course this is according to nefarious Google…

    https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=hustler&year_start=1800&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2Chustler%3B%2Cc0

    The word “straight” has also sexualized, with a switch in meaning from “not hip” to “not gay”. I also think that when “Damn!” was the most common exclamation it can kinda be said that people had damnation on their minds, whereas nowadays when people say “Fuck!” or “Shit” they have fucking and shitting on their minds. All this feels like it’s part of the dumb-down of English that worked Orwell into such a tizzy.

    Between Pussy Riot and the Trump-Putin meeting I thought I couldn’t miss a pretext to link to the “Satisfaction” video that took Russia by storm in January:

    https://vimeo.com/251411670

    I was also speculating about what kind of people would buy nice prints of these photos and put them on their walls and whether I’d like to meet them and see them the prints.

    And given your post-punk dialogue with Steve, what’s your take on c86 and Sarah Records and the jangle pop they’ve spawned? What was it like when it was first coming out?

    I’ve enjoyed your back-and-forth with Caitie about the purpose of the blog. Thank you so much for all of your hard work. I appreciate this blog even more now that my day job is teaching me that most of the internet is written with the primary goal of getting Google bots to send people to a site so that they can be more or less explicitly convinced to buy stuff.

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