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“Prohibition will work great injury… for it attempts to control a man’s appetite by legislation, and makes a crime out of things that are not crimes. A Prohibition law strikes a blow at the very principles upon which our government was founded.”
If you don’t know who said that, I promise I’ll tell you later.
Friday night was the Center for Sex and Culture, run by the one and only Dr. Carol Queen. It was Sex Worker Literati Night It was kind of a preview from the anthology that we just sold to Soft Skull Press called Ho’s, Hookers, Callgirls and Rentboys: Prostitutes and Sex Workers Writing on Life, Love, Money, and Yes, Sex. It was a fantastic lineup. DR. CAROL QUEEN sexy ho, DAVID HENRY STERRY golf ho, MELISSA GIRA GRANT techno ho, RJ MARTIN badass and co-editor ho, LORELEI LEE absolutely fabulous ho, SCOTT UPPER hunky ho, CARLA CRANDALL heart o’ gold ho, SAM FORMO sassy ho, ALVIN ORLOFF fashion ho. Most of whom are in the anthology. It was so great to get to watch all these amazing writers perform after having been reading their words for several years now. It gave me such hope for this book. To see the book come to life, right before my eyes. It was such a diverse evening. So many different colors of so many different rainbows. Funny, sad, tragic, inspiring. I’m really going to mount a Sex Worker Literati tour with this new book, this anthology. I want to do it at colleges and universities. In bars and nightclubs. Again, we drew a big crowd, without one scrap of advertising. Nothing. And I feel like this is also my job as a writer. To be planting the seeds for the promotion of my next book, even as I’m actively promoting the one that just came out.
Master of Ceremonies: a True Story of Love, Murder, Roller Skates and Chippendales Diary October 15, 2008At this point, from a diary perspective, things fell apart badly. I have some scribbled notes on napkins. A couple of incoherent sentences in the back of my Empty Book. A random rant on some hotel stationery. As I indicated earlier I approach every tour with this ridiculous idea of going to have so much time do so many things. I never cease to amaze myself with the sheer level of my stupidity, even in the face of overwhelming evidence.
I never forget how exhilarating it is to be on tour, but I always forget how exhausting it is. I always think I’ll be able to do a lot of stuff when I’m on the road. Like write this diary for instance. But clearly I have been completely delinquent in that regard. fact is, by the time you eat, and do your business, it’s time to take a little rest before the show, and you have to get there a little early, and all of a sudden it’s SHOWTIME! I don’t like to eat before a show, it makes me sluggardly. So then I’m all jazzed and buzzed from the show and ravenously hungry, and I like to go out with my friends, so all of a sudden it’s 2 a.m. and I’m trying to fall asleep. Then you get up and do it again. Amen.
David Henry Sterry’s Master of Ceremonies: A True Story of Love, Murder, Roller Skates & Chippedales is written with punch, heart, and so much energy, that there’s a virtual jolt on every page. Sterry tells the story of how, during the 80s, as a green, new-to-NYC actor, he finally found a job– as Master of Ceremonies at Chippendales, of all places, a glamorously sleazy gig which didn’t sour until the brutal murder of his boss. From Brooke Shield’s party to behind-the-scenes glimpses at the “men of Chippendales” and the women who hoot and holler at them, Sterry chronicles a world that is as seedy as it is fascinating. A tough-talking book with a tender heart, Master of Ceremonies is moving, real, and a whole lot of fun.
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Truth or Fiction: Voting By Memoir
Memoirs have been a source of raging controversy. Seems some memoirs are more true than others. A memoirist makes a deal with the reader: what I tell you is real, and you judge me by my stories. I think about this way too much because I’m a memoirist. So when it came time to choose the next leader of these great United States, I dove into the wordpools of these memoirists who would be president. I started with John McCain’s The Way to Bravery. First off, McCain didn’t even write his memoir. And the book reads like it was written by the captain of the football team who had the smart kid do it for him. The facts are all there, but it’s generic as a can of beans with the word BEANS written on it. The book’s peppered with war stories, and he talks about America watching the Iraq invasion with shock, awe and a thrilling pleasure. It dawned on me as I read this book that the John McCain in this book is the archetypical American John Wayne male. A man who’d rather fight than talk.
I got a Harley Davidson soft tail for my 50th birthday. A deluxe custom with the two twin headlights on either side and the big headlight in the middle. is silver and white, two tone. It has a soft rumble that is very pleasing, it goes right through your balls, up your spine, down your legs, in your heart and settling in your pleasure center. It’s not too loud. I don’t like to be intrusive. But everywhere I go on that bike, people admire it. And they admire me. Tourists, drug dealers, corporate business tycoons, sex workers,rock ‘n roll stars, farmers from the countryside, and everything in between.
I am proud and pleased to announce that my essay was broadcast on NPR Monday morning. I’m very happy with the way it turned out. If you have a moment, check it out. it’s only two minutes long. Thanks, David
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