still working my ass to the bone for the big porn show...
just got off the phone with a reporter who said that i didn't exist. not that he hadn't heard of my name before or thought that i had moved on to another job but that i did not exist. evidently the editor of adult video news told him that my name was actually a nom de plume (or nom de guerre depending on how you look at some of the stuff i have to do) for someone who's really much cooler and wealthier than i am. but that's really fucking strange because i talk to/e-mail said editor on a regular basis. and i'm fairly confident that i exist as an individual and not as an alter ego to some mystical magical figment of the porn biz.
for those of you that bothered to click as you read, you may have recognized that hurried trumpet playing from tarantino's kill bill flicks. said song is really the theme from the green hornet television show from the 1960's. now the green hornet has a secret identity as the newspaper publisher britt reid (were there ever more WASP-y sounding names than in TV heroes of the post war era?) but his faithful manservant kato was always kato. sure he threw on a mask when he was driving the black beauty (that's the green hornet's g ride for the uninitiated) or kicking everybody's ass (cause the hornet always needed his ass rescued) but he was still freakin kato. i guess the white man didn't pay him enough to afford an alias. or was kato the general term that was used for every slant-eyed houseboy back in the day? like one of those brand names that became universally applicable like kleenex or chapstick.
it must've been a family thing about repressing your loyal ethnic (but positively inferior) friend because rumor has it that the green hornet was the great nephew of the lone ranger. and while the lone ranger had a 'real name' when the mask came off, tonto was always tonto.
ain't that right, kemosabe?
just got off the phone with a reporter who said that i didn't exist. not that he hadn't heard of my name before or thought that i had moved on to another job but that i did not exist. evidently the editor of adult video news told him that my name was actually a nom de plume (or nom de guerre depending on how you look at some of the stuff i have to do) for someone who's really much cooler and wealthier than i am. but that's really fucking strange because i talk to/e-mail said editor on a regular basis. and i'm fairly confident that i exist as an individual and not as an alter ego to some mystical magical figment of the porn biz.
for those of you that bothered to click as you read, you may have recognized that hurried trumpet playing from tarantino's kill bill flicks. said song is really the theme from the green hornet television show from the 1960's. now the green hornet has a secret identity as the newspaper publisher britt reid (were there ever more WASP-y sounding names than in TV heroes of the post war era?) but his faithful manservant kato was always kato. sure he threw on a mask when he was driving the black beauty (that's the green hornet's g ride for the uninitiated) or kicking everybody's ass (cause the hornet always needed his ass rescued) but he was still freakin kato. i guess the white man didn't pay him enough to afford an alias. or was kato the general term that was used for every slant-eyed houseboy back in the day? like one of those brand names that became universally applicable like kleenex or chapstick.
it must've been a family thing about repressing your loyal ethnic (but positively inferior) friend because rumor has it that the green hornet was the great nephew of the lone ranger. and while the lone ranger had a 'real name' when the mask came off, tonto was always tonto.
ain't that right, kemosabe?