from Andrea Dworkin's reference files (attn. M. Palmer)
Lee Rudolph
Institute for Advanced Study's Arthur and Elizabeth Schlesinger Library
on the History of Women in America. (And why, oh why, does the RIAS
not have a building named Radliffe Hall?)
http://oasis.lib.harvard.edu/oasis/deliver/~sch01051
o Subseries C. Novels
+ 117.3. Abused by Animals, Paul Gable, 1979
+ 117.4. Abused: Tied & Tormented, 1982
+ 117.5. Animals and Black Women, Ted Margo, 1981
+ 117.6. Bad-Ass Pimp, Black Fantasy Books, 1984
+ 117.7. Beast Rape! by Carl Ross, 1980
+ 117.8. Bestiality: Girls & Their Pets, 1979
+ 117.9. A Bitch, 1979
+ 117.10. Bitch In Heat, 1979
+ 118.1. Bizarre Case Studies: Kinky Degradation, 1979
+ 118.2. Black Fashion Model, John Wilson, 1978
+ 118.3. Black Lips, Ted Mann, 1980
+ 118.4. Bondage Fling, Samuel Mixer, 1977
+ 118.5. Bound Black Beauty, Black Fantasy Books, 1984
+ 118.6. Broken Boy, Lance Rig, 1976
+ 118.7. Carnal Collie, 1982
+ 118.8. City Slut, William Karp, 1978
+ 118.9. Convent Canines, 1982
+ 119.1. Daddy Likes 'Em Young, Percy Peckering and Her Passionate Pop ,
Barbara Bellay [Beeline Double Novel], 1980
+ 119.2. Diary of a Submissive Wife, 1979
+ 119.3. The Diary of: Monique's Battered Slave, 1978
+ 119.4. Dog Day Afternoons, 1979
+ 119.5. Doll Face, 1979
+ 119.6. Dominant Bayou Bitch, Black Fantasy Books, 1984
+ 119.7. Emmanuelle, Emmanuelle Arsan, 1971
+ 119.8. Emmanuelle II, Emmanuelle Arsan, 1974
+ 120.1. Erotic Fantasies: A Study of the Sexual Imagination,
Drs. Phyllis and Eberhard Kronhausen, 1969
+ 120.2. The Erotic Imagination: Sexual Fantasies of the Adult Male,
William J. Slattery, 1975
+ 120.3. Family Sex Affair, Marshall Favori, 1980
+ 120.4. A Father's Lust, Harry Best, 1978
+ 120.5. Flaming Faggot, Justin A. Derwent, 1969
+ 120.6. French Whip's Stinging Kiss, 1973
+ 120.7. The Girl at Goldenhawk, Violet Winspear, 1975
+ 121.1. Girl's Best Friend, 1979
+ 121.2. Heated Bitch, 1982
+ 121.3. Helpless Bitch, 1979
+ 121.4. The Homosexual Handbook, Angelo d'Arcangelo, 1968
+ 121.5. Hound Dog Girl, 1982
+ 121.6. How to Write Erotica, Valerie Kelly, 1986
+ 121.7. I Love a Laddie, Greg Anderson, 1970
+ 121.8. Introduction to Incest, Alex Hargrove, 1980
+ 122.1. Janet's Big Promotion, Mary Pardo, 1979
+ 122.2. Lesbian Captive, 1978
+ 122.3. Lesbian Playmate, Susan James, 1979
+ 122.4. Lesbians: Hiding From Their Husbands, 1982
+ 122.5. The Lewd Stepfather, Susan Duncan, 1978
+ 122.6. A Man With a Maid, Anonymous, 1968
+ 122.7. Mary Jane, 1979
+ 122.8. Matilda and Uncle Charles, Buck Haight, 1977
+ 122.9. The New Lesbian, Jane Drapeman, 1980
+ 123.1. No Gentle Possession, Anne Mather, 1975
+ 123.2. The Nuns of Satan, n.d.
+ 123.3. The Nun's Secret Sex Diary, 1978
+ 123.4. Panther Girl's Passion, 1982
+ 123.5. Parisien Bondage, Steven Etienne, 1979
+ 123.6. The Pearl, 1968
+ 123.7. Pretty Pussy, 1979
+ 123.8. Puppies, John Valentine, 1979
+ 124.1. Queer Worship, Jonathan Ervine, 1969
+ 124.2. The Ravished Girlfriend, John Stanton, 1977
+ 124.3. Road Girl, Tina West, 1979
+ 124.4. The Secret of the Phallic Stone, Raymond R. Lang, 1977
+ 124.5. The Shamed Beauty, 1979
+ 124.6. Silk Bondage, 1979
+ 124.7. Slaves of the Kremlin, 1981
+ 124.8. Snake Charmer, 1982
+ 124.9. Spanking: The Training of Mrs. Pritchard, 1978
+ 125.1. Striped Bottoms, Bruce Castle, n.d.
+ 125.2. Stud Horse, 1982
+ 125.3. Suffer Little Sister!, Manuel Marr, 1978
+ 125.4. Sweet Mistress, 1979
+ 125.5. Teacher Susan, Roger Grey, 1977
+ 125.6. Teenage Prison, George Lagrange, 1977
+ 125.7. The Teenager's Beast Orgy, Paul Gable, 1979
+ 125.8. To Catch a Unicorn, Sara Searle, 1975
+ 125.9. Tricked Into White Slavery, Edward Baker, 1978
+ 126.1. Twin Tease, 1979
+ 126.2. Up Daddy: A Love Story, Karl Flinders, 1971
+ 126.3. Violent Stories of Lesbian Incest, 1980
+ 126.4. Watersports Fetish: Enemas & Golden Showers
+ 126.5. Whip Chick, Jessie Miller, 1972
+ 126.6. Willing Slave, 1979
Lee Rudolph, wondering whether Arnold Zwicky's work on porn-star names
has led to any similar investigation of porn-author names
Ellen Evans
Lee Rudolph <lrud...@panix.com> wrote:
>As catalogued by the beneficiary of her _Nachlass_, the Radcliffe
>Institute for Advanced Study's Arthur and Elizabeth Schlesinger Library
>on the History of Women in America.
To quote a panda: oh my stars and garters.
--
--
Ellen Evans If my life wasn't funny, it would
je...@panix.com just be true, and that's unacceptable.
Carrie Fisher
Arne Adolfsen
> As catalogued by the beneficiary of her _Nachlass_, the Radcliffe
> Institute for Advanced Study's Arthur and Elizabeth Schlesinger Library
> on the History of Women in America. (And why, oh why, does the RIAS
> not have a building named Radliffe Hall?)
It's a pity they don't, but having worked for many
years in a Stoner Hall (hey, dude, like how's it
hangin'?) which was right next to Hall Hall, I have
to say that the names of university buildings don't
tell you much about what goes on inside.
> http://oasis.lib.harvard.edu/oasis/deliver/~sch01051
>
> o Subseries C. Novels
> + 120.2. The Erotic Imagination: Sexual Fantasies of the Adult Male,
> William J. Slattery, 1975
Perfectly illustrated, for me, by the YouTubers
thingie where Kenny Wormald shows young Ethan
Stiefel how to *sell* that thang in a bravura
variation from _La Bayadere_:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3RFjHFZqsQ
I think that's the URL, anyway. I would have
watched it over and over. And over. And over, if
not for other things I had to do. Like brush my
teeth. And, um, eat and stuff.
Wormald, someone I was completely unfamiliar with
before now, is not only cute and faggy, but he's
also one of the most technically accomplished male
dancers I've ever seen either live or on
film/video. And no, I don't think Kenny is really
Dennis Lewis's type. I think he'd be more drawn to
the Edward Villela around the time of the premiere
of "The Prodigal Son" or maybe to some of those
burly Bolshoi guys who show off their muscles.
Arne
Max Vasilatos
news:4B3C653F...@earthlink.net...
> Lee Rudolph wrote:
>> As catalogued by the beneficiary of her _Nachlass_, the Radcliffe
>> Institute for Advanced Study's Arthur and Elizabeth Schlesinger Library
>> on the History of Women in America. (And why, oh why, does the RIAS
>> not have a building named Radliffe Hall?)
>
> It's a pity they don't, but having worked for many
> years in a Stoner Hall (hey, dude, like how's it
> hangin'?) which was right next to Hall Hall, I have
> to say that the names of university buildings don't
> tell you much about what goes on inside.
I lived in Strong House at Vassar for three years.
Robert S. Coren
My brother lived in New Hall at Columbia. It (the hall) was in fact
new at the time, and has since been renamed, but I'm too lazy to ask
Google what its real name is.
My mother was endlessly amused by the fact that my freshman dorm at
Harvard was (and is) named Wigglesworth, although in my time at least
nobody ever called it anything but "Wigg".
--
---Robert Coren (co...@panix.com)------------------------------------
Greg: Andy's missing a glove.
James: Yeah, that accounts for his piss-poor attitude.
Greg: That, and he don't like most people. --_NYPD Blue_, 1/28/97
Max Vasilatos
news:hhiih7$msl$1...@panix1.panix.com...>>> Lee Rudolph wrote:
>>>> (And why, oh why, does the RIAS
>>>> not have a building named Radliffe Hall?)
>>> It's a pity they don't, but having worked for many
>>> years in a Stoner Hall (hey, dude, like how's it
>>> hangin'?) which was right next to Hall Hall, I have
>>> to say that the names of university buildings don't
>>> tell you much about what goes on inside.
>>
>>I lived in Strong House at Vassar for three years.
>
> My brother lived in New Hall at Columbia. It (the hall) was in fact
> new at the time, and has since been renamed, but I'm too lazy to ask
> Google what its real name is.
>
> My mother was endlessly amused by the fact that my freshman dorm at
> Harvard was (and is) named Wigglesworth, although in my time at least
> nobody ever called it anything but "Wigg".
Barbara Walters goes on about having lived in Titsworth at Sarah Lawrence,
and even sings a song about it, something about getting your money's worth.
synthi...@yahoo.com
Hogg Hall?
Nils
Tim McDaniel
Arne Adolfsen <adol...@earthlink.net> wrote:
>I have
>to say that the names of university buildings don't
>tell you much about what goes on inside.
Or even describes the halls accurately.
<http://www.hmc.edu/campusmap/> may amuse you.
According to
<http://www.hmc.edu/studentlife1/housing1/housingoptions1/dorms.html>,
they built East first, then West:
W E
then built a hall to the north and named it North Hall
N
W E
Then they added one more. I suspect that the Harvey Mudd students
were the ones who considered it only logical to call it South Hall.
S N
W E
--
Tim McDaniel, tm...@panix.com
Arne Adolfsen
> In article <4B3C653F...@earthlink.net>,
> Arne Adolfsen <adol...@earthlink.net> wrote:
> >I have
> >to say that the names of university buildings don't
> >tell you much about what goes on inside.
> Or even describes the halls accurately.
> <http://www.hmc.edu/campusmap/> may amuse you.
I didn't click on the URL you so thoughtfully
provided since my only USENET access is on an old
'puter and it would have taken me until the next
Blue Moon to see what you were referencing. Oh,
wait. What makes you think I worked at Harvey
Mudd? And what makes you think I've ever even
ventured out there to visit any of the Claremont
colleges?
Disclosure: Where I actually did toil for years,
"Stoner Hall" is really Stonier Hall, but it was
always called Stoner Hall during my two decades
there; "Hall Hall" is really Hall Financial Services
Building, which is where squadrons of mean spirited
bill collectors spend their days on the phone
harrassing parents at their workplaces for overdue
tuition payments or, when the parents show up in
person, badger them into sobbing heaps of goo; that
building was usually referred to as Hall Hall.
Arne, proud veteran food service provider (i.e.,
student slave laborer) at UCLA's Ackerman Union
cafeteria (truly horrible hours and hours of my life
that I relive every now and then and shudder), North
Campus (where I'm proud to say I once made a roasted
turkey breast sandwich with mayo and Swiss on a
French roll for Jackie DeShannon), and North East
Campus; I'm only sorry I never got to work at the
Bombshelter or Kerckhoff Hall's coffeehouse; I'm
sure all the dining facilities are completely
different now and have different names, but remember
that my experiences of all this was 30+ years ago.
P.S. Howard Faye would have been 50 on Wednesday
(Ken has a big tribute thing up on his Facebook
thingie); the bf (who I met 14 years ago) and the
ex-bf (who I met 32 years ago) and I had a really
superfantasticorgasmic lunch together on Tuesday.
Expensive as hell? Yes. Rock star and three groupies
on one side of our table? Yes. Four Japanese
tourists who cellphonephoto-and-videographed
everything and everyone incessently on the other
side? Yes. But the food, the sangria, the company
were just perfect. (Better than the microwaved
mashed potatoes I heated up for my New Year's Eve
dinner tonight, in any case.)
P.P.S. I just read the expose' in the current New
Yorker about Whole Foods's co-founder. It must have
been pure instinct on my part, but I always smelled
a rat and I can vouch for the fact that I have
never, ever shopped at one of his stores. (As a
union baby, of course I don't and won't cross picket
lines no matter what the cause. But it goes WAY
beyond that.) This guy is a freak.
JTEM
Arne Adolfsen <adolf...@earthlink.net> wrote:
> I didn't click on the URL you so thoughtfully
> provided since my only USENET access is on an old
> 'puter and it would have taken me until the next
> Blue Moon to see what you were referencing. Oh,
> wait. What makes you think I worked at Harvey
> Mudd?
This immediately brought to mind Harry Mudd, the
repeated (once) character on the original Star Trek
series:
http://scifibr.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/harcourt_fenton_mudd_2266.jpg
> Disclosure: Where I actually did toil for years,
> "Stoner Hall" is really Stonier Hall, but it was
> always called Stoner Hall during my two decades
> there; "Hall Hall" is really Hall Financial Services
> Building, which is where squadrons of mean spirited
> bill collectors spend their days on the phone
> harrassing parents at their workplaces for overdue
> tuition payments or, when the parents show up in
> person, badger them into sobbing heaps of goo; that
> (where I'm proud to say I once made a roasted
> turkey breast sandwich with mayo and Swiss on a
> French roll for Jackie DeShannon),
I trust that, Diva or not, the mayo had to come
from a jar...
> (Better than the microwaved
> mashed potatoes I heated up for my New Year's Eve
> dinner tonight, in any case.)
NO!
> P.P.S. I just read the expose' in the current New
> Yorker about Whole Foods's co-founder. It must have
> been pure instinct on my part, but I always smelled
> a rat
Whole Foods is the single most expensive "Super Market"
around these parts, those Shaws is rivaling them in
some areas.
It's not the sort of place where normal people shop.
It's great for finding things that you can't find
elsewhere -- like Miso paste or Goat's milk butter --
but if you're buying suburban staples at Whole Foods
then you're throwing away thousands of dollars a year.
Arne Adolfsen
> Arne Adolfsen <adolf...@earthlink.net> wrote:
[about UCLA's North Campus Food Facility where I
worked a lot of years ago]
> > (where I'm proud to say I once made a roasted
> > turkey breast sandwich with mayo and Swiss on a
> > French roll for Jackie DeShannon),
> I trust that, Diva or not, the mayo had to come
> from a jar...
Maybe it did originally, but the liquids (mayo,
ketchup, mustard, relish, who remembers what else)
were in aluminum trays set before us. All the
cheese was sliced in advance. I remember two kinds
of cheddar, swiss, two kinds of monterey jack and,
um, what else? Oh, a little thing of processed
"Parmesan" cheese-food crumbles. And the meat
slices were sliced in advance for us also. Roast
beef, ham, turkey. Oh! And we had the most
disgusting prepared tuna salad junk ever, in the
history of the universe, that we were supposed to
sell sell sell!
> > P.P.S. I just read the expose' in the current New
> > Yorker about Whole Foods's co-founder. It must have
> > been pure instinct on my part, but I always smelled
> > a rat
> Whole Foods is the single most expensive "Super Market"
> around these parts, those Shaws is rivaling them in
> some areas.
Bristol Farms around here is even more expensive,
but at least their owners aren't extremist
right-wing anti-Semitic Ayn Randians. (BTW, wasn't
Ayn Rand's birth name Alisa Rosenbaum? Hmmmm. What
would Freud say about that?) The Bristol Farms
prepared foods stuff like chicken breast milanese
are really pretty good, in any case, and I don't
feel like a Nazi when I buy from them.
> It's not the sort of place where normal people shop.
I shop at the grocery store a couple of blocks over
-- Ralph's -- where to my dismay they've stopped
carrying Indian stuff (curry pastes and chutneys and
so on) and instead have decided that what we've all
been crying out for is another TEA BEAN AND COFFEE
LEAF place that proffers stale pastries to
too-fat-for-still-being-alive women who have cell
phone growths on their ears. Eeew. Ugh.
Arne
JTEM
Arne Adolfsen <adolf...@earthlink.net> wrote:
> I shop at the grocery store a couple of blocks over
> -- Ralph's --
Wow!
$1.99 a pound for the tri-tip? I'd braise that baby.
Beef on the east coast is ridicules. I've gone whole
months at a time without once intentionally buying
any, the prices are so obscene. With chicken and
pork as ready alternatives, I just see no reason to
bother.
I mean, why pay obscene amounts for the shittiest
cuts of beef, when I know I can find the best cuts
of pork or chicken for a lot less?
And 69 cents a pound for a whole chicken there, when
Shaws regularly puts them on sale for over a $1...
> where to my dismay they've stopped
> carrying Indian stuff (curry pastes and chutneys and
> so on)
Well their website shows tens stores within 4 miles
or so of you, from Sunset Blvd to W Pico Blvd. Maybe
one of the others still carries it.
Arne Adolfsen
> Arne Adolfsen <adolf...@earthlink.net> wrote:
[about my nearby grocery store]
> > where to my dismay they've stopped
> > carrying Indian stuff (curry pastes and chutneys and
> > so on)
> Well their website shows tens stores within 4 miles
> or so of you, from Sunset Blvd to W Pico Blvd. Maybe
> one of the others still carries it.
I live within easy walking distance of two of those
Ralph's stores, but both have been TEA BEAN AND
COFFEE LEAFed into compliance with someone's master
plan. (Did I mention that the nearby Ralph's now
has a sushi bar? Hey, what's better than a
mochalatto and California roll when you're shopping
for toilet paper and cans of Hungry Man chili?) And
the sorta nearby Alpha Beta that I used to shop at
25 years ago is now a <cue the horrifying organ
chord> Whole Foods. I've found that if I want to
buy Indian ingredients these days I have to take
public transportation for hours each way and pick
them up in Artesia at, say, Ambala Cash and Carry.
So, the plan today is that the ex and I have lunch
at his favorite restaurant from when he was an
overgrown zygote and then we see the movie about
Fascist cannibal German kids who are mean to people
(directed by Chuck Channukah, I think). That flick
is showing at the mall that is devouring West LA. I
hope I survive to tell the tale.
Arne
JTEM
Arne Adolfsen <adolf...@earthlink.net> wrote:
> So, the plan today is that the ex and I have lunch
> at his favorite restaurant from when he was an
> overgrown zygote
"Friends With Benefits," or what?
> and then we see the movie about Fascist cannibal
> German kids who are mean to people
Unless you mean Avatar...
> (directed by Chuck Channukah, I think).
That's /almost/ "James Cameron."
Ken Rudolph
>> German kids who are mean to people
>
> Unless you mean Avatar...
>
>> (directed by Chuck Channukah, I think).
>
> That's /almost/ "James Cameron."
No, he's talking about Michael Haneke's WHITE RIBBON, winner of the
Palm d'Or at Cannes. Of course hardly anybody has heard of this
film so it's likely that very few are in on the joke. It's a great
film, sort of, in a serious black & white way.
--Ken Rudolph
Arne Adolfsen
> Arne Adolfsen <adolf...@earthlink.net> wrote:
> > So, the plan today is that the ex and I have lunch
> > at his favorite restaurant from when he was an
> > overgrown zygote
> "Friends With Benefits," or what?
Andre's Town and Country cafeteria. It's
Italian-American food 1950s style. The ex's father
took him there weekly from the time he (the ex, not
his father) was around 2 years old and JFK was still
in the White House. The food at lunch today was,
well, it was what it was. Eating there is really a
blast-from-the-past since I don't think they've
changed a single recipe since 1957.
> > and then we see the movie about Fascist cannibal
> > German kids who are mean to people
> Unless you mean Avatar...
> > (directed by Chuck Channukah, I think).
> That's /almost/ "James Cameron."
The ex and I did intend to see the movie about
Fascist cannibal German kids who are mean to people,
but the 2:00 screening was sold out. (You've got to
keep in mind that the Landmark Theatres at the
Westside Pavilion -- all 83 screens -- caters almost
exclusively to old, old, old, old Jewish crones who
stumble around slowly with canes or walkers. *Of
course* they'd want to see a movie about Fascist
cannibal German kids who are mean to people.) But I
was fated not to see Chuck Channukah's "White
Rabbits" today. (FWIW, I'm not really interested in
seeing James Cameron's "Aviator", a remake of
"Coming Home", starring Leonardo di Caprio and
Angelina Jolie in outer space with Angelina as Jane
Fonda and Leo as Angie's Dad.)
We ended up seeing "L'Uomo Vogue". I liked it a
lot, but didn't really *love* it. Colin Firth was
great as he almost always is -- my favorite of his
movie performances is still in "Apartment Zero", but
he's really very, very good here -- and Julianne
Moore is as dazzlingly wonderful as always. (I just
saw her again in "Far From Heaven" the other day on
the TV thing; it's amazing how well the movie holds
up on the tube vs. on the moompitcher screen. I
still think the art direction in that film rivals or
maybe even surpasses anything Douglas Sirk ever got
out of his ADs, and that's saying something. When
you're talking about lurid technicolor, anyway. For
greatest art direction ever I still vote for the
fags who sweated bullets pulling together "Marie
Antoinette" starring Miss Norma Shearer (only the
head boss's cross-eyed wife) -- the single most
fantastically fantastic queen's wet dream of set and
costume design ever committed to celluloid.) But
"L'Uomo Vogue" was nicely...composed, I guess the
word is for the look. Lots of tightly cropped
closeups of eyelids and eyeballs, and minute after
minute of slo-mo footage of a nekkid man floating
underwater. I guess those things were metaphors for
something or other. Maybe for possibly physically
violated English maidens in Indian caves or
something.
Arne
Chris Hansen
>In article <1dKdnVh5V64C9KHW...@earthlink.com>,
>Max Vasilatos <vasi...@gmail.com> wrote:
>>"Arne Adolfsen" <adol...@earthlink.net> wrote in message
>>news:4B3C653F...@earthlink.net...
>>> Lee Rudolph wrote:
>>>> As catalogued by the beneficiary of her _Nachlass_, the Radcliffe
>>>> Institute for Advanced Study's Arthur and Elizabeth Schlesinger Library
>>>> on the History of Women in America. (And why, oh why, does the RIAS
>>>> not have a building named Radliffe Hall?)
>>>
>>> It's a pity they don't, but having worked for many
>>> years in a Stoner Hall (hey, dude, like how's it
>>> hangin'?) which was right next to Hall Hall, I have
>>> to say that the names of university buildings don't
>>> tell you much about what goes on inside.
>>
>>I lived in Strong House at Vassar for three years.
>
>My brother lived in New Hall at Columbia. It (the hall) was in fact
>new at the time, and has since been renamed, but I'm too lazy to ask
>Google what its real name is.
>
>My mother was endlessly amused by the fact that my freshman dorm at
>Harvard was (and is) named Wigglesworth, although in my time at least
>nobody ever called it anything but "Wigg".
New Hall was renamed for Dean Harry Carman of Columbia College in the late
1960's. I lived in it for three years. Then Furnald for a year.
I stayed in it one night last year for my 35th reunion. The only improvements
were keycards (rather than keys) and Ethernet in the rooms. I had to fork out
for an Ethernet cable.
Note: Sorry I've been away: a combination of Live Journal, Facebook, Twitter,
and being hospitalised militated against posting. I'll only be an occasional
visitor from now on, I suspect.
According to the foot doctor, the "meaty bits" in the 2" x 1" ulcer on the
balls of my right foot are filling in nicely.
Chris "It sounds like they've been packing the wound with dog food." Hansen
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