Creative Loafing and Me
I’ve been trying for some months to get Creative Loafing, an “underground” paper which publishes printed editions in Charlotte, Chicago, DC, Atlanta, Tampa, and Sarasota, to feature some of my posts in the Sex & Love portion of its websites, which features about 20 bloggers and commenters on sex, including Dan Savage. They have about 20 contributors, including at least one swinger, a married female. They also link to about 10 sex-related websites.
CL is a “progressive” paper, but I didn’t think it was that much of a long shot. Their Tampa edition features dozens of ads from escorts, massage parlors, and even premier “escort” review site, The Erotic Review, and CL’s website has a entire section devoted to escort ads. I figured the my perspective as a payah would be unique to that type of publication and a natural-tie with their escort and massage parlor advertisers, and that my perspective as a single-guy swinger would be a great complement to their married female swinger.
I’ve emailed, I’ve called, I’ve sat in the reception one of their offices, I’ve tried different personnel. Nothing.
No reply email, not even automated. No return call. No “your blog sucks, go away.” Nothing. Silence.
Obviously intended silence.
Obvious shunning.
By a stroke of luck, I happened to be in a meeting with someone who I learned was CL’s attorney, and decided to reveal my true identity to the attorney in a risky hail-mary attempt at at least getting a chance to make my case. Earning my eternal gratitude, the attorney, who is himself now a fan of The Monologues even to the point of suggesting article content, duly facilitated communication as an intermediary. I followed the attorney’s instructions, and, on February 13, duly emailed the contact person he suggested.
No response.
Like Sandra Bullock, I found out about it through the media, from Creative Loafing itself.
On March 2, CL’s Scott Harrell wrote a column essentially telling me to go away. He didn’t merely reject my column – rather, he called for religious fundamentalist overthrow of the United States in order to shut me – and guys like me – up. Harrell wrote,
“… I sense nothing less than the creeping encroachment of a New Puritanism.
…
A whole new and formidable attempt to repress sexual expression is coming.
And, while I firmly believe “abstinence-only education” is idiotic and that anybody who wants to should be able to walk around naked and hammered without being violated, I’m kind of looking forward to it.
I’m sick of listening to my male 35-year-old friends detail their exploits like 18-year-olds. …
… at least until you’re asked, please, shut up about who you did, and how you did them. And what you’d like to do to that person over there. …”
Scott, would it make a difference if you knew I wasn’t 35 but that I’m 47?
Harrell finished his missive with a humorous flourish, “Oh, and will somebody please make a porn film with at least a cheeseball patina of narrative, that’s neither a parody of a regular film nor five minutes in what could be my neighbor’s kitchen? I could totally rub one out to that.”
Scott, get the tissues and the Stroke 29 ready. Vouyer is in the production with a parody of Taxi starring, among others, Ron Jeremy and Jenny Hendrix, who once wanted to fuck me. Production started last week.
Remember, Taxi wasn’t a film: it was a TV program.
See how much I can contribute! Now will you start running some of my damn posts?
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