nude strippers audiobooks
Thursday, September 25th, 2008Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper by Diablo Cody
This is a fun book.
It’s beautifully written, lively, uninhibited, the very best of what anyone expects from a good ad agency. The next time you see a mouth-watering ad for a Mickey D burger, think of this book; it’s women sold as a chunk of meat, and this time the “secret sauce” is the wet spot between their legs.
It has every cliche one expects from the ‘Pretty Woman’ format; it’s every man’s fantasy come true, as in “See, there really are some intelligent, witty, perceptive, thoughtful women who are incredibly erotic.” But don’t get the idea these women are “easy”, they have nothing but contempt for every man who goes to a strip club. It’s the ultimate male fantasy, uplifting a woman from sin to a life of purity and virtue so she will have utter devotion for the man who braves the disdain of strip clubs to rescue a really fine woman at heart.
In Cody’s words, “On one hand, bed dances made me want to retch. On the other hand, sixty clams could buy a lot of Zappa records and vodka Cokes.” If stupid sex-starved men want to pay her $60 for nine minutes of in bed fantasy, she’s glad to take the money. It’s what the whole book is about – - – not free sex, not sex for sale, but women who cleverly “GET MONEY” from hopelessly pathetic men.
It’s anonymous fantasy; the chance to be as naughty as one wants without Mum or the nosy neighbors knowing. Think of the women who bare their tops during Mardi Gras parades to get strings of beads tossed from the balconies along the route. In New Orleans, the only goal is lots of beads; in ‘Candy Girl’ the only goal is lots of $100 bills. That’s bad?
It’s the perfect ad agency mentality. There’s not a shred of intellect; it’s simply an ad agency package designed to push every suitable emotional hot button. The book reads like the product of a conference table review in which a dozen people make sure nothing is overlooked. Every ad agency presentation comes with donuts and coffee; this book is just as complete, tasty and perfect.
It’s a thoroughly liberated attitude: customers pay to look at naked bodies, but never get a glimpse of intellect as in, “If you want to know who I am, stop looking at my chest and say something intelligent.” Otherwise, “Here’s an interesting body to look at, museums and the movies charge to look at the nudes, and so do I.”
But, like every romance novel, the book ends with redemption, reason, virtue and a moral. Just like ‘Pretty Woman’. Every sex worker really has a heart of gold; and if men are stupid enough to throw good money away on fake Hummers and fake sex — Diablo Cody is willing to haul it away and buy really useful things like bright red Corvettes.
More power to her. Here’s hoping she writes more books. Her attitude, like Michael Moore, is irreverent enough to be always interesting and provocative. As for the fake sex, what else can you expect from people who live in stucco houses, drive Escalades and chase 38-D girlfriends under the delusion that it is all real.
“… a strip club once, in Chicago. It was a somber nude juice bar run by the Russian mob, …”
The Lady is a Stripper by Dusty Summers
This lady isn’t merely a stripper; she’s a class act all the way. What a horrific childhood; to have survived such abuse was a miracle in itself. This was during the time when children were still considered their parent’s property, to do with as they wished. State intervention came late and was woefully incompetent.
Dusty came through all of this, amazingly, with a determination to be a success. Husbands come and go, and Dusty is the force driving them all. This book could be a case study of how an abusive male parent can shape a woman’s attitude toward men and what to expect from relationships. Fortunately, Dusty was strong enough to break free of her past–but to know more you’ll have to read the book.
I could NOT put this one down, and neither will you!
“… try showcasing, I thought the likelihood of someone needing a nude magician/stripper seemed a bit far-fetched. The only burlesque shows in town …”
The Stripper’s Guide to Looking Great Naked by Jennifer Axen and Leigh Phillips
This book is a hoot! It has some great tips on everything from hair and makeup to costumes, music and scenarios. Shoot, if I worked as a professional stripper I would definately follow these tips. Since I bought it for private use, let’s just say some of the techniques I’ve learned have put a smile on my bf’s face
Couple of tidbits – ‘To get a quick buff on, take 5 lb. weights, hold them at shouler level and pump towards your ears. The effects will last for hours’. Also, how to take socks off sexily, and stripping in jeans. Good stuff









Margherita Pratico – The Italian Girl by Iris Murdoch
Thursday, September 25th, 2008Edmund Narraway, an engraver, is the narrator in this stunning novel by Iris Murdoch. One day he returns to his family house in northern England for the funeral of his recently deceased mother Lydia. Otto, Edmund’s brother, a stone mason, still lives in the house with his wife Isabel and daughter Flora, along with Maria Magistrelli – Maggie – the nurse whom both Otto and Edmund consider as their second “mother”. She is the Italian girl who brought up the two boys since neither their father John – a “nonentity” – nor Lydia – an intensely mean woman – took any part in their upbringing.
Their childhood passed in an alternate frenzy of jealousy and of suffocation from their mother and Edmund feels that, although he didn’t return to the house for many years, he never escaped from Lydia, that she got inside him, into the depth of his being and that there was no abyss and no darkness where she was not. And soon Edmund discovers that the remaining relatives still living in the old house are entangled in a web of deceit and false pretence. Flora is pregnant by David Levkin, Otto’s apprentice, who is now having an affair with Isabel whereas Elsa, David’s sister, is Otto’s lover. Edmund quickly realises that his brother Otto, a violently tempered man, has become an alcoholic and he wonders whether he isn’t himself rapidly becoming part of “the machine”. Soon he feels agitated, exasperated and confused. He finds the whole situation “too scandalous, too outrageous”. Edmund is constantly on the brink of leaving, not wanting “to be inside such a circle of hell”. But due to his sympathy or weakness, he feels that his presence is needed by both his sister and his niece. But little does he know about the outcome of his stay at the old family house…
Mrs Murdoch has been compared to Tolstoy and Dostoyevski for her literary skills and certainly “The Italian Girl” proves her capacity to show that being in love provides joy but can turn otherwise decent individuals into monsters of cruelty and blindness.




Ventriloquism audiobooks
Thursday, September 25th, 2008Ventriloquism Made Easy: How to Talk to Your Hand Without Looking Stupid! Second Edition by Paul Stadelman and Bruce Fife
As someone who got interested in ventriloquism (and eventually dumped a 20 year newspaper career to work with WOODEN dummies) I was often frustrated reading how-to-do-ventriloquism books. Most were either amazingly boring, unknowingly pompous, or filled with cutsey-comments that seemingly padded an explanation of what I believe is actually a relatively easy “art” (if you are nutty enough to practice in front of a mirror until you perfect the “hard” letters). This is one of my FAVORITE now to do ventriloquism books — and to this day it remains the funniest. I still do a routine in my show based on the structure of one of Paul Stadelman’s classic bits (I have long since replaced the actual jokes). The late Paul Stadelman was a “classic” and I believe underrated vent who performed, taught and was on television for many years. And this book is worth it’s price just for the zippy routines with Stadelman and his dummy Windy Higgins. These don’t go on and on with long set-ups but are punchy, quick pay-off bits (and if Stadelman used a pun it was seldom groan-inducing). Stadelman was clearly more influenced by vaudeville and comedy teams than by other ventriloquists (which I think is GOOD). At the least these routines help readers understand routine construction and setup-joke structure. The late, wonderful Col. Bill Boley (another performer who deserved a higher national profile since there are zillions of ventriloquists running around doing bits of his published work and others who painstakingly “emulate” his original routines) was the only other ventriloquist whose published routines came CLOSE to doing this. And to TEACH you vent? This book has it all. It gives you the substitute letters (to say for the hard letters) and words to practice to perfect them. It also tells you how to make a puppet out of your hand, gives you performing tips, has some great ventriloquism-related photos, and and list of suppliers and organizations (some of this is outdated now). If someone was interested in “vent” and had this book, George Schindler’s Ventriloquism: Magic With Your Voice and the in-its-own-class Maher Studios correspondence course they’d have it all. Plus, if they have this book they’re going to also have some BIG laughs while reading it. Paul Stadelman is truly ventriloquism’s unsung hero!
How to Become a Ventriloquist (Try Your Hand at Ventriloquism) by Edgar Bergen
Edgar Bergen takes us on a personal voyage through his world and beyond, Ventriloquism. Bergen tells us “there is no deep, dark mystery about Ventriloquism” and exposes the secrets and Illusions of Near and Distant Ventriloquism, figure making as well as the start of his showbiz companion Charlie McCarthy. A book well worth reading and a history worth knowing.
Better Living Through Ventriloquism (Running Press Kits) by Ronn Lucas and Chris Clobber
The book is just what I needed. Prompt delivery. The book was in great condition.
Dumbstruck: A Cultural History of Ventriloquism by Steven Connor
I enjoyed this text, recommended by a colleague, for other reasons, but thought of it immediately when the possibility of George W. Bush’s use of a wire and “ear” during the first debate with John Kerry began to surface on the internet in the last day or so. Talk about the “vocalic uncanny”! Is “wiregate” merely(!) a part of the trend of increasing technological possibilities for problematizing the relation between voice and body?
Are you talking to me?
Is this thing on?
Steven Connor should write the next chapter. Meanwhile, read his deft connections and analysis of diverse phenomena associated with “cultural ventriloquism” and think about the (allleged) voice in our president’s ear, and what that does to the (alleged) significance of his speech as he (allegedly) addresses the citizenry.
Is ventriloquism more acceptable if we are in on the trick?
Are we in on this (alleged) trick, anyway? I mean, we all know how packaged and predicted and rehearsed the responses to the questions posed in the debates are anyway–but a line has been (allegedly) crossed here, and that’s the line Connor’s book charts. Good stuff, and timely.
“… to issue from elsewhere than their source: the practice of ventriloquism. We are going to see that ventriloquism has an active …”
Ventriloquism Made Easy by Kolby King
Ventriloquism Made Easy, by Kolby King, is a well written book, which “covers it all”! This is a MUST-HAVE for anyone who is seriously considering taking up ventriloquism! Kolby takes you through the basics of ventriloquism, in a well written, fun-filled book, that is WELL WORTH READING!!
Ventriloquism for Dummies: Life of a Comedian by John Wing
For anyone interested in what the life of a standup is really like, this is an excellent book. The stories of John Wing’s development as a comic are both entertaining and interesting. His assessments of others involved in the business are very frank, sometimes brutally so (did I mention it was interesting?). This book will also be of interest to those starting out in the standup field. Although it’s not written as a how to book, it contains excellent advice. A thoroughly enjoyable read from one of the top working standup comics today.









Nude Geisha
Thursday, September 25th, 2008Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
This artful, veiled look into the hidden life of the geisha is incredibly captivating. The realism grips the reader instantly, as we read of a young girl’s coming of age in a world where she must compete with her beauty, skill, art, and conversation in order to be a worthwhile companion to men. Our geisha correctly reminds us that her art is really no different from what many women practice, this careful battle to be a man’s companion and mistress is just applied to the rigid rules and careful beauty of the society of which she is a member.
Realistically, Sayuri guides us through her training, shows us her fears and hopes. Her hopes are the simple hopes of the poor – she hopes to have enough food, money, and shelter to be comfortable. She does not dare to hope to buy her freedom, nor does she know what she would accomplish with this freedom. After a chance meeting with the only man who ever treated her kindly without hoping for something in return, her hopes expand to include being a geisha for this man – the only interaction she can imagine with him. Her fears are more complex – she fears the tyranny of the people who own her and live with her, she fears that she will be a failure as a geisha and will be forced to become a prostitute, she fears that she has no worth or value.
How much of this is real and how much is fiction? It is difficult to say. Certainly, the glimpses inside Sayuri’s world ring true. It is hardly a stretch of the imagination that upper-class mistresses would be frequented by rich gentleman – certainly, this phenomenon has been a normal part of many societies and there is no reason to assume that the practice could not be generalized into a rigid business. I think that it misses the point, however, to belabor the “truth” of the story, though, for such a question posits that there is only one truth to be had. I think that this story is true for Sayuri, and that there are other stories, just as true to their tellers, which would show a different image to us.

The Naked Truth: A Working Woman’s Manifesto on Business and What Really Matters by Margaret A. Heffernan
Author and executive Margaret Heffernan fearlessly declares that decades of advice telling business women to act like men, follow traditional rules and cleave to heartless stereotypes are wrong. Breathe a sigh of relief. It’s not you; “It’s the system, stupid!” In her eyes, the business world inherently does not welcome, respect or value women. Refreshingly, instead of blaming women, the author conveys the advice of hundreds of female survey respondents who say men hold the aces in the business world and don’t want to share. Honest, funny and sometimes disconcerting, she offers advice, inspiring examples and helpful stories. She explains how to find or create a humane, cooperative, supportive workplace that fits your principles – and how to make a realistic appraisal if you are at the change-it-or-quit stage. The one shortcoming is the author’s absolute unstated assumption that women are innately, inevitably more cooperative, honest and caring than men. This stereotype is a two-edged sword, wounding those men who do have sound values, and reinforcing the typecasting that women ought to be sweet and nurturing because it’s in their genes. That aside, we recommend Heffernan’s clear view of the hurdles that block a woman’s path to business success and work-life balance. She confronts painful realities and adapts them, or adapts to them, even if in nontraditional ways. If you have to be one person at work and someone different at home, her dynamic vision can help you pull it all together.
“… GEISHAS, BITCHES, GUYSÂ-AND THE INVISIBLE WOMAN 31 as long as we …”

Sex Secrets of an American Geisha: How to Attract, Satisfy, and Keep Your Man (Positively Sexual) by Py Kim Conant
I had heard about Py Kim Conant’s, “Sex Secrets of an American Geisha,” and bought it as a gift for my wife. Well, I took a peek inside the book and could not put it down. I finished it in just a few days! I was struck by the sincerity and fearlessness of Kim Conant’s words and her ideas on femininity and sexuality. Guys should also read this book if they would like to honor their ‘Good Woman’. Py Kim Conant speaks with frankness and clarity on subjects that can be awkward for couples. With Conant’s insight these subjects suddenly seem much more approachable. Thank you Py Kim Conant for writing with such integrity and daring!

“… And they love our feminine beauty so much. The Asian Geisha works, first, on the beauty of her total body, literally from head to foot. The naked skin of the ankle above her tiny white socks in …”
Geisha : A Life by Mineko Iwasaki and Rande Brown
Most people outside of Japan do not realize just how exclusive and secret the world of the Geishas is. Connections and wealth buy a seat in an Ochaya, and on the streets of Gion in Kyoto catching a glimpse of a Geiko (Geisha in the Kyoto dialect) is as rare as Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster. Geiko move fast down the streets and alleyways, and a sighting is something to tell your friends about.
With “Geisha : A Life,” Mineko Iwasaki lifts some of the veils of this fantasy world and shows that, underneath the make-up and fancy hairstyles, Geiko are just women, with the same thoughts and feelings and pride and emotion as everyone else. In some ways, this destroys the fantasy, being able to see “behind-the-scenes.” The life of a Geiko is very difficult and somewhat…boring. Like a dedicated ballet dancer, the bulk of their life is training and practice, trying to achieve a near-impossible idea of body and movement.
“Geisha: A Life” is not compellingly written, nor as fascinating as the sexualized and fictional account “Memoirs of a Geisha.” It is not as academically insightful and full of details as Liza Dalby’s “Geisha.” But it is honest and real. Mineko’s account of her life is straightforward, without much decoration. After reading it, you will know what it is like to be a Geiko.
Woven into this account, perhaps unintentionally, is the loss of Japan’s disappearing past. Mineko doesn’t bat an eye when telling the story of how she leveled their 100-year old Geisha residence, in order to build a modern night club and hair salon because she thought it would make more money. She talks with hope of her artist husband someday becoming one of Japan’s legendary Living Treasures, but doesn’t see how she should belong in the same category. She feels loss for the fading world of the traditional Japanese arts, but keeps destroying them along with everyone else.

Rivalry: A Geisha’s Tale (Japanese Studies Series) by Nagai Kafu and Stephen Snyder
In a typically well-written Japanese novel from the early half of the last century we find out – between the lines rather than between the sheets – just what it meant to be a geisha and to live in the geisha world. And if anybody knew about this world, it was Kafu.

Autobiography of a Geisha by Sayo Masuda and G. G. Rowley
While Minebo Iwasaki’s remarkable autobiography ‘Geisha, a Life’ portraits the education and brilliant career of a top geisha, Sayo Masuda’s recorded biography (she is illiterate) shows us a more than grim picture of the ‘working’ conditions of the vast majority of geisha, who were not educated to reach the top.
In fact, as a top geisha, Minebo Iwasaki could resist all her clients’ sexual advances with the saying ‘we sell art, not bodies’. But for the other ones the maxim was ‘we sell bodies, not art’. As G.G. Rowley states clearly in his excellent introduction, the bottom line was ‘sex for money’.
A geisha was a high class prostitute, who was owned by those who bought her and financed her education and kimonos. As a counterpart, they collected her fees until the total investment was paid back.
One of the most influential words in this biography is ‘sold’, beginning with the poor parents who were forced to sell their female children for sheer survival, over the geisha’s virginity (here remarkably sold 4 times) to the milking of her protector.
This unvarnished book gives an appalling picture of the condition of the poor (the greatest part of the population) and more grimly the female poor in Japan up to the nineteen fifties of the past century. Life was a bitter struggle for survival on a diet of white rice, which many could not afford to buy every day.
This heartrending life story of a still more or less top class sex worker (there were lower ones) portraits us dreadfully that ‘geisha were not considered to be human beings’ (p. 76).
Nonetheless, Sayo Masuda told us a very ‘human’ story.
Not to be missed.

Not A Geisha: Being Young and Female in Japan by Kimberly Palmer
‘Not a Geisha’ was a fascinating read that kept me turning pages late into the night. The author weaves an interesting tale about being a young, western, female reporter in Tokyo, which makes for an incredible lesson in Japanese culture. I recently saw the movie Lost in Translation and really liked it, but also felt like I was only getting a superficial picture of what life is actually like in Tokyo. ‘Not a Geisha’ fills in the holes in a genuinely entertaining fashion.
I recommend this book for anyone who plans to visit or work in Japan or just wants to learn more about the country.

Butterflies of the Night: Mama-sans, Geisha, Strippers, and the Japanese Men They Serve by Lisa Louis
This book is the result of a limited sociological research of nightlife (mizu shobai) in Japan by an American woman who knows the business well because she worked in it.
As she states ‘… supply the material for a man’s dreams and desires. Being able to keep a man believing that he has a chance, a possibility of making love, and yet always tactfully turning him down in such a way that he enjoys his time, is a hostess’s true talent’. (p.50)
It is a lively and very interesting inside look into this more or less hidden part of the Japanese society.
This book covers all the strata of the Japanese sex/entertainment business: from ‘top of the bill’ geishas to heroin hookers. As Lisa Louis states ‘the mizu shobai stage reflects a bizarre mixture of humanity, including top company executives, power-wielding gangsters, ranking politicians, Buddhist monks, preservers of ancient tradition, curious Westerners, third-world economic refugees, desperate women, and lonely men.’ (p.206)
But it also gives indirectly a good picture of the Japanese society in general: lonely men, lonely wives, women who work at night for their parent’s old days, the subordination of women.
Not to be missed by those interested in the Japanese society.
For a more general vieuw of the erotic aspect of the Japanese society I recommend ‘Pink Samurai’ by Nicholas Bornoff and the books of Ian Buruma.
“… Young geisha wear pure white makeup and wigs in imitation of their …”

Women of the Pleasure Quarters: The Secret History of the Geisha by Lesley Downer
To those who are not familiar with Japan’s traditional “flower and willow world”, the geishas are inhabitants of a secluded and mysterious realm, one which provides a link to Japan’s past way of life. Yet, these ornately garbed women also seem to be stuck in a time warp and are apparently becoming increasingly out of touch with modern Japanese society. Author Lesley Downer has succeeded in prying into the world of geishas (quite a feat by itself, as described in the Introduction) and given us a intimate and highly readable account of this vanishing species.
The book is divided into 3 parts. The first, and the longest, traces the checkered but colourful history of geishas against the backdrop of the Shogunate, the Meiji Reformation , the Pacific War and its aftermath up to the late 90s. This amusing historical account is further spiced up from time to time by romantic tales of legendary courtesans and geishas of the past. In tracing the development of the geishas, Downer also touches upon the shirabyoshi dancing girls, the tayu courtesans and the taikomochi (male geishas), which were early models of the breed. The interesting narrative also charts the waxing and waning of the fortunes of the various licensed pleasure quarters and geisha districts in Kyoto and Tokyo, each having its own distinctive atmosphere. This part should have now become a classic account of the history of geishas.
The second part deals with the everyday life of the maikos (apprentice geishas) and geishas of the present day and those of the more recent past. Besides descriptions of their distinctive way of make-up, their awesome kimonos, wigs and other accoutrements, as well as way they conduct themselves in tea-house parties, the author has also persuaded many geishas and maikos to talk about their past experiences, including the delicate subject of mizuage (ritual deflowerment) and their relationships with customers and dannas (principal patrons). Many of these women have spoken with unwonted frankness through which the reader can obtain deep, and sometimes startling, insights into their world.
The final part of the book examines the relationship of geishas with men, their lovers (if any) and the wives of their clients. In fact, throughout the book, one can obtain much insight about the Japanese attitude to love and sex, which, as the author noted, was untouched until recently by either the European notion of romantic love or Christian sexual morality and the role of women in Japanese society and putting the geisha into its proper social context.
It is evident that the author is fascinated by the subject matter of her research, entranced by the arts and aesthetics of geishas and intrigued by their rites and training. Throughout this very well written book, she discusses her subject matter with a sense of admiration, understanding, compassion and, above all, respect. There are also quite a number of amusing episodes concerning the author (such as her discovery that using the right form of speech and buying the right kind of cakes can make a world of a difference) which makes the book a lively read.
Comparisons with Liza Dalby’s “Geisha” (which this reviewer has also read) is now inevitable. While Downer may lack some first-hand insight on the everyday life of geishas which Dalby can provide by virtue of her stint as a geisha in Kyoto, and that Dalby’s book can offer more detailed information regarding the various arts of geishas and the atmosphere in Kyoto’s Pontocho geisha district, Downer’s book scores in its excellent account of the history and development of geishas as well as its in-depth discussion of mizuage as well as the relationship between geishas and their patrons. On the whole, Downer’s book is also structurally more organised and up-to-date. As such, this new publication is highly recommended to those who are interested in this exotic subject.
“… and prematurely wrinkled from having it applied every day. Sometimes young geisha died from the poisoning. …”
