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Date: Sun,
08 Dec 2002 02:40:52
From: poisonivynu@hotmail.com
Well you've
got me, you've made your point Officer Partridge,
we in the industry are swine, we are pigs happy
to wallow in the proverbial filth that is our lives;
oh well, at least we can admit it. I have just one
question for you: Does our perversity give you any
reasonable excuse for yours? If you're disgusted
by the john, do you have a picnic lunch there every
afternoon? I guess you do. Ah yes, a slice of pizza,
and a peeper full of pooper, oh what joy! We are
objects and prostitutes because you choose to make
our lives easier by paying to stare at our bungholes.
Hey at least it's earning its keep! Oh sure, (the
bunghole) does that whole waste product removal
thing, by the way, maybe you should have yours checked,
there seems it be an awful lot of shit left in your
system, maybe you have a blockage or something.
So, while
you're in the bar paying greasy dollars to stare
into our assholes, where is your wife? I'm sure
she's exactly where you would have the rest of the
female species. Do you feel superior as she grovels
in the corner begging your forgiveness for daring
to be born with a pussy? We all know your dirty
secret; you dream of forbidden assholes as you jerk
your pathetic little stinky underdeveloped dick
until you fully wake up and remember: Oh shit! Stop
that! They're nasty whores! I hate them, really,
I hate them! Keep telling yourself that and maybe
you'll manage to convince yourself. Oh what's that?
You don't have a wife? No life either? Imagine that,
I wonder why that is? Oh by the way how's your mother?
What she's a dirty whore too? Excuse me sir, but
your issues are showing.
I can't speak
for every one but I know that after a long day of
drugs and asshole exhibition I come home to my husband
and kid and I have a life. I certainly don't lay
awake at night wondering, "Gee, I wonder if that
sweaty weird little man with the grimy one dollar
bills thought I was a disgusting whore?" Truthfully
it never once crossed my mind. I won't give it any
more thought either. If Exotic feels this
letter worthy of printing (it's obviously not that
hard to meet their criteria), don't expect a reply
to whatever witty scathing remarks you make next
month. You're not hired! We would rather hear from
all the opinionated bigot editors in the world than
one measly pompous reject like you. You thought
you could bait us into getting into an ongoing repartée
with you? Perhaps convince the magazine that you're
worth a monthly column so all the last hard-line
woman-hating faggots could have their say somewhere
in the world? Well maybe once. But I'm not playing
twice. Anyway, thanks for the laugh asshole.
Date:
Sat, 7 Dec 2002 22:02:11
From:
rocksirocks@yahoo.com
Subject:
Rebuttle: DEC 2002 #113
Attached
is my rebuttle to Officer Partridge's article
this month titled "Hard Justice." I think you
will find this amusing, and I HOPE you decide
to print it.
Men who
frequent strip clubs are garbage. Not special.
Not unique. Just more tricks. You boys have all
kinds of ideas about things, but you're just another
dumb sucker. Prove me wrong.
Asshole,
I don't care if you drive a Mercedes, if you're
a rock star, or if you are some rich tycoon in
your spare time. Why would I? To me, you don't
have a personality aside from your wallet. Now
that's interesting! Obviously! Tell me why I would
think otherwise. Why would an intelligent human
being assume that a man who pays money to see
a woman's genitals has anything important to say?
I mean, come on! That's one step up from a trained
monkey! What, do you have some magic "inner goodness"
about you? Yeah right! You're nothing but another
dollar sign in my eyes buddy! I've fucked customers,
I've hung out with customers. Assholes. They use
drugs as if the comet hits tomorrow. They get
drunk and tell you all about their pathetic lives.
They're artists, and "thrift store owners" and
"worth something." Uh, excuse me, could you get
your fucking life out of my way and give me some
money? Oh yeah, and while you're looking up my
asshole here's a stinky old fart right in your
face. Thanks. Here, take a look at the place where
my shit comes out of. Fuck you and you're worthless
dollar you cheap ass bastard. And you have feelings?
I can tell by the drool on your chin and your
hand whacking the underside of the table. I've
tried, believe me. I've tried to listen to you.
But I just can't seem to get my head around the
idea that you pay money to get your jollies. Can't
you get laid because of your good looks and charm?
What's wrong with you? Is your dick broken? Now
you can't get enough of exhibitionism with the
hard hats at work, you actually go to bars and
pretend to be some wealthy charming gentleman
in your spare time. Really. That's not interesting,
that's stupid. That's like me thinking I'm Madonna
just because I get paid to be on a stage. Cut
it out. Smell my farts asshole. Oh yeah, and give
me your money. You're a servant. Low-class. A
slave to the sex industry. You spend your dollars
on looking at assholes. You're an asshole connoisseur.
You pay money to look at the place where women
shit from. If you thought I was going to rub against
the seat of your pants just once you'd give me
all of the money in your wallet. Yep, you sure
would. I don't care if you like to watch me take
my clothes off for money. Do whatever you want,
it won't be important. I'll never care. It just
frustrates me that you assume I respect you, because
I don't. Do you think that just because I show
you my tits that I might suck your cock for say
69.95? No, better yet...I must want to fuck you
for a hundred bucks because, who wouldn't want
to fuck you right? You and your irresistible polyester
wearing, balding, Old Spice stinking cock. That's
disgusting. I would be ashamed to be seen in public
with you, let alone have your fat ass touching
my temple. I think it's clear that the majority
of women in my industry feel the same way. They
are not ashamed of their God given form, they
realize that we are all naked beneath our clothes,
and they have learned to make an honest dollar
in a money-hungry society instead of going on
welfare and foodstamps. Consequently, the woman
who feels no shame, the woman who actually dances
around naked is decidedly independent and free
of working for "The Man." While you lowly, pathetic
slime spend your week's paychecks looking at our
assholes. We bend over, smile, scoop up half your
week's earnings and think to ourselves, "What
a fuckin' sucker!" Obviously! So boys, keep making
that money, keep slaving away for that boss who
lives high in his mansion while you fret about
making next month's house payment...Oh yeah, and
keep frequenting the businesses where us pathetic
whores bend over, fart in your face, and then
take all of your money. It only costs a dollar.
Sucker.
Hey,
wait a second...I'm a man that frequents strip
clubs...Now I'M offended. --Publisher
Date:
Sat, 14 Dec 2002 21:17:35 -0800
Subject:
Ricki's note to officer partridge
Mr.
Trick (oops) I mean Officer Limp Dick, aka
Partridge from the loser side of town, I'm not
gonna waste my time with belittling you as that
would be far too simple. I just feel as though
people like you who are full of judgement and
opinions are very hateful and don't like themselves.
Opinions are like assholes and I'm sure you have
a big swool(sic) ass, that's probably where your
issues begin and end. You hate women only because
you have issues about your own sexuality, men
with tendencies that are in the closet hold this
deep resentment towards women, especially beautiful
women who have men bowing down to their every
command! After reading your so-called article,
I've made my own observations--they go like this:
You fit the profile of a serial rapist who's been
fucked by his mom or dad since very young. You
need to see a psychiatrist and be hospitalized
before women come up missing in Portland. Please
seek HELP!!!!!!! Thank you.
Wasn't
that one of the plots for Law & Order:
Special Victims Unit? --Publisher
To the
hypocritical idiot who wrote that
I would
like to start by telling you the entire stripper
community has come to the obvious conclusion that
you have been burnt terribly by a fellow stripper.
We dedicate this to that Goddess. We love her.
Good job!
Thanks for the laugh! You have no idea what you
are talking about. I don't know how you think
you can classify a whole group of people by their
profession, but you can't. Yeah, what you said
may apply to a lot of people; especially the idiot
strippers who would ever talk to a jackass trick
like you, or fuck you! (So you claim)--By the
way, do you want a brownie button for fucking
a stripper? Do you have any idea how many strippers
there are in Portland? People fuck every day,
what's your fascination with strippers?--Yeah,
people will suck your dick for some E tabs, that's
just human. Someone that works at Taco Bell or
Target might suck your dick for them also. I bet
a cocktail waitress or bartender might too--What's
your point genius? You're either scandalous or
you're not. I know it's not just because they
are strippers. I have friends in and out of the
industry, and quite frankly, my "square" friends
have been involved in just as much scandalous
shit. I personally, and many like me, have never
done coke or E. I have been stripping for 4 years,
own my own home and car, and paid off more that
$20,000 of debt along the way. I choose to strip.
I have had many corporate jobs, 8-5. This is a
choice, not a last resort. You openly admit you
sit right at the rack and look at our assholes.
That right there sounds like a personal issue
to me. You don't have a girl at home to look at
her asshole, or in your case, maybe a man at home.
You say you blow on clits! How exciting! Have
you ever had a beer "accidentally" spilled on
you? (That was for the blowing by the way.) There
are two types of customers: The ones who we actually
enjoy entertaining and appreciate coming in and
having a good time. You can bet your bottom dollar
(which will be my dollar by tomorrow) that on
my nights off you may find me at another club
looking at my friend's asshole because I like
it! Women are gorgeous and we all like to look
at them, you, me, all of us, get over it! And
then there are customers like you, who have bitterness
coming out of their pores; we can smell you from
a mile away! We just throw on our fakest smile,
piss in your ear, and enjoy taking advantage of
your wallet! You want to talk shit about how we
show you anything for a dollar--well at the end
of the night we go home with about 5 or 6 hundred
of your "DOLLARS" and fuck our hot girlfriends
and/or fine-ass men! So who's the idiot? I'm not
a prostitute by the way, or I'd be a fucking millionaire--
nice try. All I know is you go to work, wherever,
no one cares where, and time and time again spend
your paycheck on me. So you are my whore Biaaaaatch!
Don't get it twisted! And no I don't have a problem
showing my genitals. I have a bomb ass tight pussy
and it looks good. I was born like this, God didn't
invent clothes, some jackass (probably with a
small dick like yours) did. You who have problems
with the naked body are the twisted ones. Again,
at the end of the day, you go home broke and lonely,
that's why you're so mad! You don't have any more
money to take out some square pencil-pushing bitch
that might actually give you some pussy because
you gave it to all of us whores. Luv ya.
I
never got MY brownie buttons... --Publisher
Date:
Fri, 6 Dec 2002 18:52:20
From:
maxi@mytvdinner.com
Subject:
fucking hilarious
Hello,
I just finished reading "What's With All The
Lesbians?" ( Exotic, Feb 2002 #103) and
laughed really hard. I did a search for "boring
lesbians" because I am a lesbian bored with
most of the lefty lesbian victimology crap.
Your article made my day. Rock on.
See,
some people still love us, and a lesbian at
that! --Publisher
The
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EXOTIC section will be running every month,
featuring all the emails and letters we receive
hating and loving Exotic both. Please
let us know if you want your name printed
or not. The proper addresses for submissions
are:
MAIL:
Exotic, 818 SW 3rd Ave. #1324, Portland, OR
97204
In
case anyone missed any of the 17 thousand flyers
we sent out last month, here's what they said...
FROM
THE PUBLISHER &
STAFF OF EXOTIC MAGAZINE
An
Open Apology To Everyone In The Adult Industry:
Please
accept our apologies regarding the article
in the last issue of Exotic (December
2002) on page 84.
In no way does the article reflect the views
of anyone on the staff at Exotic magazine.
Although we have no good excuse for the
act of publishing this contemptful writing,
believe us when we say that the system we
have for placing articles was severely compromised
last month when this article was submitted
at the last minute before going to press.
Since it was so late, the usual, proper
reviews of articles never happened and this
piece was published with no review. If,
in fact, it had been reviewed properly it
would have immediately been rejected for
content.
Although we at Exotic support somewhat
controversial and contentious articles for
the sake of satire and amusement, the article
in question went way too far in it's context
and had no business being printed in our
magazine.
We are very sincere when we say that articles
like this will not be allowed in the magazine
in the future. And once again we relay our
sincerest apologies to anyone offended.
We value and respect dancers as the lifeblood
of our industry.
Sincerely,
Frank
Faillace & the entire Exotic staff
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