25 Years of the work of Photographer Steve Diet Goedde

What brings The Filthy Book Reader back to the blogosphere?
A Three Volume set ,comprising the body of work by Steve Diet Goedde, celebrating 25 years of beauty and art in fetish photography!
Wrap your head around 25- TWENTY FIVE- years of this artist's work and it's impact on the adult, fetish and fetish fashion world. Work starting in Chicago, shot of film, to digital and iphone images of late created in his homebase, Los Angeles...

As I started creating corsets 13 years ago under an exquisite moniker (long story... I'll tell ya sometime), I had the pleasure of meeting many of the best fetish photographers and loaning my corsets to them. I have been extremely fortunate and have always loved knowing I was a small part of fetish photography history. I met Steve formally through raconteur and guy-about-town Clint Catalyst and "So Hip It Hurts" latex creator, Molly McGee.... I worked with Molly in another industry at the time (creature effects.. long story. One day.) Clint liked my work and believed in me.

If your work is good, you get to keep working with good people... I'm so proud that my corsets were beautiful enough to be included in the imagery created by some of the best west coast fetish photographers. I hope to speak more of greats like Christine Kessler and Carlos Batts, among others, in future blogs... but back to Steve!
Donate! Get in with the crowdfunding and help create his seminal volume of 25 years of his work. Imagine the best photo you saw of Midori, or Kumi Monster, probably wearing latex, and I bet it was a Steve DG photo.

Here's images from his photoshoot with America's Next Top Model, Lisa D'Amato, wearing my corsets. Orchestrated by Clint and Molly, Make-up by Catherine Crump, All around great guy, O'Shea.

Steve's Instagram, cuz he's really prolific.

Hope I Die Before I Get Old...

... and even That Guy hasn't!

Getting old is a crazy, weird thing. I'm halfway through my life. I regret not doing all sorts of things with my body when I could...More exercise, more running, hiking, swimming, without feeling knees creak and be out of breath. I regret looking so different now, but feeling like the same person I was in my 20's. Know you understand body dysphoria- the outside doesn't match the inside.

Being unmarried and single doesn't help.  When I drive down the street, my head will jerk around for a cute guy walking down the street... then I realize I'm old enough to be his Mom.  There's a crazy new mix of chemicals that happens at this age.  You don't need sex constantly, but you're old enough to own up to your lechery. I hate the term "cougar," and I seriously couldn't fathom dating anyone under 30 (Demi and Ashton?) but I so totally lust for the body, energy and youth that comes with a young guy. And I miss my nubile body. Let's not go there. I've entered that new demographic- the invisible, at least to guys younger than me. (And shit, most guys my age! I live in fucking Hollywood... there's always something better, hotter and younger around the corner.)
And I remind myself that I should set my sights differently... I'm also looking at men in their 50's.  The Viagra Guy with the cool car is looking good. Get used to it. That's who you should be dating, I tell myself!

I own up to my lechery... and I have to own up to being old.
Cougar Alert: I have no idea where I got this pic...hell, I stole it. Off the internet. Just like you do.  We're fast becoming an Idiocracy of pictures, no words. I used to love 2-dimensional images and had serious scopafilia. I wanted to be a photographer.  Now we are a nation of Tumblrs and tiny pics on a mobile device- not text. I can't even write anymore like I used to!! My brain is going to atrophy... but all my visual stimulation needs are met! Hurray!
Amid his junked up tattoos I see "1987..." aw sheesh. I sure hope that wasn't the year he was born!!!!

I own up to my lechery:

Reading: "The Zombie Survival Guide: Recorded Attacks," by Max Brooks; just finished "Mockingjay" by Suzanne Collins

If I put "binder" in the title, how many will find my blog?

     It's October 19, post 2nd Presidential debate... I won't actually talk about that. Hahaha!
I'm desperately wanting a place to rant and write like I used to on Myspace all those years ago. And I don't want a new Word Press. And I don't want a new Tumblr. And I like being the Filthy Book Reader.
     Facebook threw up this book for me to notice on their Ad Ravaged Right Side Bar (Facebook with advertising... who was naive to think he could create it withoug monetizing?!! Oh yea..)... The Skin You Live In.  This book will help you "... become more comfortable when reaching across racial and cultural lines." Wow. Just wow. But at least someone's writing about it if someone needs help with this dilemma. Hard to believe... but many need help relating to someone of a different color or culture.
    Speaking of books, this is the part where I do not talk about "50 Shades of Grey".... at least not yet.  I gotta wait till my Mom finishes and sends me the copy she borrowed from my Aunt.  Um. I turned 50 shades of green when my Mom told me she was reading it and immediately started shitting on the book. Then I realized, how can I censor my Mom when she never censored me.  Hell, when I was 16 she had no idea I was reading "The Story of O" and "9 1/2 Weeks" along with my best friend.  So I have ordered Jay Wiseman's "SM 101" and "Screw the Roses, Give me the Thorns" for a nice tutorial when I visit my family... not that it matters.  But it's kind of neat that I will get to share with them the self-taught sexology I've acquired for years and can explain how bad "50 Shades" is.

Cougar Alert: the "Almost Famous" kid got tall... and good looking as hell. He's in that zoo movie with Matt Daman and I didn't recognize him.
Ladies and Gentleman, Patrick Fugit looks better than Russell and Jeff Bebe combined:

Egg and a Sperm walk into a bar....

Getting on the internet just reminds me of shit I can't control. Seriously, unless you are a Senator, Representative, Lobbyist, judge on a circuit court or Supreme Court (and that is not order of importance or power... the Lobbyist probably has the most power), you aren't passing any laws or policy. We all run our mouths but what do we affect? I know, I know... dismal and pessimistic. I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing till they gotta hold of me!

Birth Control, Sex and Abortions.... oh my. I found a listing by a friend on Facebook for a film called "October Baby" about an abortion survivor. (My friends are many-variegated and of many types and belief systems.) Something like this just opens a whole can of worms for me: did God make that baby survive the abortion? Did God make that sperm and egg get together to make a baby? Is Kirk Cameron in this movie? When does the spark of life happen that makes that group of cells have a consciousness, a SOUL, and be "Human"... because we used to hear about this more in the early '90s. I swear. I didn't imagine it. If a pregnant woman miscarries, did God cause that? Why didn't God make her not miscarry if God hates abortion? Why do only women get pregnant? Am I supposed to be limited by my biology? What if I don't want to be pregnant at this time? If I had never been born, what would I even know about what I'm missing?

They (the anti-abortion people) always use the "Beethoven Argument" for abortion... you would have killed Beethoven or [insert some other brilliant person here] if you had an abortion. I'm not even qualified to deal with this argument. I had promised myself logic and reasoning lessons, but it hasn't happened with my copious spare time. No worries. There are plenty of people who deal with fallacious and bad arguments. Richard Dawkins has scratched the surface for me, and I credit atheists for helping me think more critically... and I still believe in some sort of Creative Force, God, if you will, in the universe. Go figure. It IS possible to think for yourself and be open to other peoples' ideas and beliefs!

Like I always say, when shit goes down, when the zombie outbreak happens, or WWIII, I'm throwing my lot in with the athiests. We'll Macgyver some shit and stay alive, not sit around and pray for help to come. The masses like messiahs and cults of personality, especially religious ones.... keep me far away, thanks.

I read a a little on the web about "October Baby" and the film is supposed to "show what happens in an abortion clinic." Oh, really? Show me. And show me all the forms of abortion. Because I bet you won't. http://www.usanewsfirst.com/2011/11/03/movie-october-baby-presents-truth-about-abortion/


Rick Santorum (...mmmm... santorum...Bless you, Dan Savage) says that even though rape is horrible, a child concieved during rape is still a gift from God. So if God made that egg and sperm meet up during such a horrible event, why couldn't God prevent the rape?
I'm glad Rick has found a woman willing to stay in an almost perpetual state of pregnancy. I'm glad her uterus, her life and her time are ready willing and able to make lots of babies. More power to them. If I had the willing partner, money and time (which is essentially money, too), I'd have a few babies. But this just further proves my therory that there is no Great Sisterhood of Women. I don't have solidarity with Rick's wife just because both of us were born with a uterus. But again- more power to them. They are free to do what they want. Funny, but I can't imagine Rick saying the same for me.

The uproar about Susan Fluke, Rush Limbaugh and birth control are pretty damn funny. Well, they are! A friend (another in my many variegated world) posted this Mother Jones Birth Control Calculator : http://motherjones.com/politics/2012/02/calculator-birth-control-expensive-really-cost
And of course, Are you a Slut? : http://motherjones.com/mojo/2012/03/flow-chart-are-you-slut
Slut, like the word Nigger, has of course, been taken back but a lot of people didn't get that memo:
The classic book, The Ethical Slut : http://www.amazon.com/Ethical-Slut-Infinite-Sexual-Possibilities/dp/B001TK45QU/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1331068176&sr=1-2

The birth control calculator doesn't provide for me. I mean, it doesn't list my methods: a year of celibacy, then non-hormonal methods - condoms and spermicide. So I get by cheap. Man, I am FRUGAL. I haven't been on the pill in over 20 years, and I'll stick a foreign object in my uterus "to irritate the uterus lining and prevent egg implantation" (an IUD, kids... look it up) when men have the equivalent. Which means I won't be getting an IUD anytime in this lifetime or even the next. The year of celibacy is strictly accidental. Maybe I shouldn't list that. You know what I found out? You can return unopened condoms at Rite-Aid!!! My last partner used Magnum XL and those bitches are $15 a box. I was very egalitarian. He bought the first box, so I bought a box for my place. Never got to the second box (or my place for that matter)... attempting to keep XL condoms around is just a cosmic joke... and I needed the $15 for lunch money.

Are Viagra and Cialis covered by most insurances? Please don't tell me they are. I don't even want to research and find out... I just don't want to know. Remember.... things I can't control... breathe.... breathe......

Digging away, the moments that make up a dull day...

You know who's cute?
Young David Gilmour AND Old David Gilmour. Cute.

He looks like he could be strolling through Silverlake and Los Feliz right now... cuz EVERY STRAIGHT GUY IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD LOOKS LIKE JOHN TAYLOR CIRCA 1974. Seriously. It's getting old.
But young David Gilmour is cute. Just want to put that out there while I'm enjoying my sunny Cali Saturday afternoon.


I'm here on a Saturday, working on a giant corset order, watching "Which One's Pink?" on VH1, wondering if I could actually find the time to start blogging again.
I feel like I need a Tumblr for this because I love photos. But then, I always have something sexual, political, topical or rock 'n ' rollah to write about. And I also want to write things for viewers of "Is This Normal?", our internet talkshow produced by The Center for Positive Sexuality, http://positivesexuality.org/
I don't want to write notes on Facebook, because my page is more for family and work people, but I sure do wish Blogger posted a thumbnail image when you post a link, like Facebook. I really, really like that.
So we'll see if I can get to this and get back to some kind of writing... it used to be fun, even if it was pretty lightweight and of no substance... substance to me!


I found a bookstore.
Let me repeat: I found a bookstore. That's important in this day and age when the book store is an endangered species. It's Alias Books in Atwater... I was strolling, going to Starbucks, procrastinating on getting back to work. I was floored and almost thought I was going to start crying. It's a used book store, heavy on art, sex and politics. Heaven, right?
www.aliasbookseast.com   I walked right up to a Shere Hite book and that was it....
Women as Revolutionary Agents of Change: The Hite Reports and Beyond... let me see if I actually get some reading done and be able to blog about it. I'm only posting the Amazon listing in case you're interested, but by all means, get thee to a real bookstore. Since it was used, I bought the last one at Alias Books East.  I almost bought a book called "Female Masculinity" right next to it, but I gotta save sumthin' fer later. I will be back.

I can say that there is never a dull day in my life. There are lonely days, stressed days, uneasy days, but never bored and dull. I can think of something good and constructive to do every minute of every day and the only thing keeping me from most of this is work, work, work, to pay bills, bills, bills... it's still my goal to gain my freedom from the indentured servitude to debt. I'm thinking my goal should be to have a life like a 17 year old boy in 1967 with a copy of Kerouac's "On The Road".... why not? I'm not buying a house and I will not- I repeat- not be getting a cat or any other pet.

We've created a Facebook page for "Is This Normal?" in order to promo more and get viewers.
I'm having a hard time finding the correct URL to paste here, but it's possible that a search of "  IsthisNormal PositiveSex " may get you to it.

In closing, I'd like to point out that in view of Rush Limbaugh's recent comments about wanting all women who get free birth control to submit videos of themselves having sex (because "they are getting paid to have sex"), Rush likes to watch. Rush is a freak. That doesn't come out of your mouth so easily unless you are... regardless of how inflammatory you think you are. That sort of thing is on your mind and part of your lifestyle.
I can think of a few choice things I'd like to do to Rush that involve him being tied up, restrained, and the letters C, B and T and we film it... but the problem is, he would probably love it and that's not fun.

Some old bitch, bitchin' about Feminism...

Frank Miller has consequently let me down (like George Lucas)::: http://frankmillerink.com/2011/11/anarchy
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Below is  something from my MySpace (yes!!) blog from April 17, 2010 ....
And the Bill Ward I reference in it is this guy:::

Not Sabbath drummer.... which would be cool, too.

Diablo, help! "Feminism" needs to Trans-ition!

I've always had a hard time calling myself a "Feminist" because it sounds like it excludes my Dad, my brother, my guy friends,my cool exes, Bruce Willis and Frank Miller. I've been hobknobbing with "academia" a bit more in the past year and heard the term "Womanism," which kinda sounds like what "Feminism" should be. I, myself, have preferred the word "Humanist," even though I think it means a bit more than I mean... but somehow the college kids and profs still like that "Feminism"... even in a big LGBT and Genderqueer environment.
Found this quote last night by author bell hooks [sic] that was attached to a Genderqueer Survey: "simply put, feminism is a movement to end sexism, sexist exploitation, and oppression." Ok, but why the exclusionary moniker.... like only women can do it better than men? (If I throw in that great college word "exclusionary," one hopes I get to "privilege" with a describing adverb at some point, right?) Sounds like ALL humans need to help and need help in ending sexism, exploitation and oppression from where I sit.

I finally watched "Juno" last night. Full discloure: I was not ever going to see this movie. I was so pissed upon hearing a line in the trailer about, "We were bored after school so we had sex."
Really? And teen girl gets pregnant? So sweet. Cute. The only thing this movie is missing is Mandy Moore, hit single by Ryan Adams and Whoopi Goldberg as the wise cleaning lady. Teens are curious and are fucking without birth control? Only girls get pregnant... can we call it Girl Pregnancy instead of Teen Pregnancy.... Please? That's not too exclusionary, right?

And in the past year I've been reminded that yea, kids are curious, don't know a lot about the mysteries of sex and they experiment- without condoms, birth control pills or contraceptive foam (do people still use that?) Myths about getting pregnant still abound.
Why didn't I fuck as a teen? No mysteries. I knew eggs-zactly what went where, the mechanics, and fear of getting caught and pregnant were foremost on my mind. Shit, not even God, Jesus, Grandma and the threat of eternal damnation were involved.... I had grown up with "books....oh!" and "magazines..." you know the kind I mean. I'm pretty sure I got a healthy dose of the ins and outs, with lots of Bill Ward and Heavy Metal thrown in for good measure. But other kids, not so much. I guess I gotta calm the fuck down and cut them some slack, right? My Teen Abstinence (and abstemiousness) was based on yeeeeeaarrrs of experience.

So, back to "Juno." Once I get over the fact that Juno is preggers, its too late, and she decides not to abort but give the baby to a cool couple she finds in The Pennysaver, Acceptance, here I am. Calm the fuck down Simone...
Until...
Juno is visiting the couple in their Stepford Gated Housing, and sees that the husband has a guitar... she and the husband start chatting.
He says, "Yeah, Vanessa let me have a room for all my stuff."
Juno, "Oh wow Man... a whole room... in your house."

THATS IT FOR ME! FUCK FEMINISM!
Because this fucking shit happens more times than I can count, more times among people I know, more than I care to even hear about anymore: Mark, why the fuck did you marry her if your band opened for The Melvins in '93? Was the pussy that good? Who sold you this false bill of goods, that everything would be fine when you married the chick who didn't really like your music... and all those old band posters and flyers you had all over your apartment before you married her... and those, ewww, horror movies with all that violence, I don't know how you can watch that.... and your guy friends who "just won't grow up" and still play music and consequently you don't hang out with anymore because you're finding you and Vanessa spend a lot more time with Other Couples (and the guy friends have girlfriends who are all tatted up and probably play in their own band and do their own, thing, and Vanessa just really didn't get along last time you tried to go out with them as a couple), HUH MARK?!!! HUH?!!

Yep. I want to punch Mark in the neck for letting himself fall for it. I can't even get pissed at Vanessa, because frankly, any male lifeform would have done in her Life's Production with a perfect house and the perfect color swatches for the baby's room.... God, could it be that her and Mark can't get pregnant because they don't actually fuck? Or, and here's some hippy-dippy mystical shit I actually believe in- his soul knew he shouldn't be there and the sperm subconsciously swam the other way, thereby preventing reproduction with Stepford Vanessa.

(Silly. Sperm don't have a CONSCIOUSNESS! You only get consciousness when the sperm unites with the egg!)

So is getting pissed in defense of Mark's "male" qualities and the "male" things he loves Feminism, then?
I hope so... I hope defending anyone's right to be what they are and live out their dreams falls under the rubric of ending "... sexism... oppression."
It's Juno's love of all of this "stuff,"too and that jogs his brain and kicks his ass... but how sad that it comes across so selfish- Mark decides to leave, possibly fuck up Juno and Vanessa's plans. (Women- plottin' n' schemin')

Seriously, can I find out WHY he married Vanessa? Was he not taught to hold out for a chick like Juno in 1995? It's not like they didn't exist. Juno is the voice of writer Diablo Cody. Cody was that chick in 1995. So was I, to an extent. I now love Diablo Cody and could only let myself watch "Juno" after reading "Candygirl, A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper." Because Cody gets it! Juno wasn't a victim! She seduced Pauly Bleecker! Juno listens to The Stooges and is free to say Sonic Youth is just noise! She loves the life of the baby in side her, but is free to not give up her dreams as a very young 16 year old. Saying Juno is wiser and more selfless than the would-be parents is just too obvious.
Mark was sold the idea that women are "other." Women are taught that men are "other," too, and Pottery Barn is right over there. And that's fine, for some people.

Mark pulls out a comic book to show Juno... I can't count the number of times I've pulled out a comic, or some guy's pulled out one for me. Yea, he whipped it out. There are times when comic books, music,books and movies are just as exciting as sex. In fact, I'd posit that most of that is great foreplay. Hell, this movie had Mark and Juno totally mushy around each other for these reasons.

Like I really need some Feminists to tell me what is male, what is female, and I can't watch some good car explosions, gore, and listen to death metal that sings about dismemberment. Puh-leeze. But that's what they do, those good old Feminists. "Women aren't violent. The world would be better if women were in charge. Little boys shouldn't play with guns." Bitches, please. You've had 40 years. The Humanists are here to take over.

So now you better stop, and rebuild all your ruins...

Currently reading: Radical Ecstasy by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy

    I feel like I'm coming out of the tail end of a purgatory I didn't ask for. Felt guilty for so long for something I never wanted to happen, but now it's ending. I mean, not immediately, like overnight yesterday, but it's been in the works this past year. And it wasn't anything horrible or some grand drama.... it was me being unhappy, not the person I should be. It didn't  substances or any great trauma. Or a relationship, for that matter, because it's certainly been over a year since I've been involved with someone. It just was-- I've had a couple of unhappy years. I'd like to blame Bush, and I'd like to give Obama credit for making things swing in a positive, upbeat direction, but aaaahh... don't think that will work this time.
    For 5 years I was taking a small dose (25mg) of Zoloft and last year my doctor suggested I didn't need it anymore. That may very well be the trick... I could have been taking something that I no longer needed and it was affecting me in ways that weren't so great.
   I'm losing weight and anyone who's lived with a ton of weight knows what I'm talking about. How much it affects your self-esteem and things you believe about yourself. It makes you so much more appreciative of your body. You feel sexier. You feel hopeful. This past summer I went swimming and did calistentics in a pool everyday for 15-20 minutes to jump start it. Now that it's a couple months into winter, I'd like to take credit for the continued loss, but it may be hormones and genetic thryroid issues.... that's ok. I'll take it as it comes, and losing weight is absolutely the best thing for my health on all fronts. My suspicion is hormones because I have more energy, more desire to get out (I feel like I had some sort of social anxiety the past couple of years) and I can handle less sleep. I was a big ole baby who needed 8 hours or felt cranky, like I had a hangover. No mas.
     My suspicion- besides the hormones- is that the Zoloft certainly caused me to need sleep (it's an Endocronology thing... Serotonin is a neurotransmitter involved in all good things, especially sleep. Zoloft works on Serontonin.) And I think it gave me a bit of social anxiety about going to parties and groups of new people I didn't know. Not anymore this year. 
      And I have all this new hair on my head, fast approaching Golden God territory, but I think I had to be in the right mindset to accept the great responsibility that such hair entails. Anyone with hair, or without hair, knows how hair can affect your demeanor and personality.
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    Still mourning the loss of my old version of this blog... damn, but I thought I wrote some cool stuff! The anti-rape condom in South Africa is in the news again, and I had blogged when it came out.
http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504763_162-20008347-10391704.html

I railed against the women representations in Terminator Salvation, and sung the praises of feminist James Cameron.
I went on to praise "The Hurt Locker," while "Avatar" could go suck it.

I got super excited about Patti Smith's "Just Kids" when it came out, filling in the life Jack Fritscher never spoke of in his Mapplethorpe bio.

Ah, me.... stop pining for things lost!
Onward and upward.
For Christmas, I would like Santa to bring me tons of time, because I have so much to accomplish.
I need to get back into the swing of things with "Is This Normal?", the internet talkshow I co-host with Emily Prior for The Center for Positive Sexuality, http://positivesexuality.org/
I want to pick up my camera and so some photography.
I have to get busy on a Corset Lecture that I can start giving to groups and schools. I hope to enter academia soon.
I am taking drum lessons.
I want to keep reading, learning, growing and getting the hell outside and being active, no matter how much money I don't have. I need lack of money to no longer take up my time and attention.
I want to be out and about with Friends and Loved Ones and make this the best Christmas and Holidays ever.

I won't lie. I'm feeling pretty good about myself and high on life right now. It's the feeling where everything looks beautiful.There's a bounce in your step. You keep music on and sing in the car. You air drum... or at least I do. You get very excited when you unexpectedly get phone calls that make you happy. Electricity goes out for almost 24 hours and you're excited to used candles, batteries in a jambox and finally read some instead of sew.
You feel so much joy about Trent Reznor's kick ass cover of "Immigrant Song" being released to radio stations (even though the "leaked" trailer was a few months ago).  You go on Facebook to talk about it like it's the next day at school::: enjoy while it's still on The YouTubes
(and somehow I can't get the "embed" to work)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRonBXRYe7k