When Holly Randall suggested I pose for one of her photographs, I was at first very nervous."I'm not talent," I said. "I am merely America's Only Porn Journalist. There is nothing I can contribute to your body of work."
"Oh yes you can," she purred, rattling off a list of woes that would culminate in her never being able to work again unless she got this picture. "Just stand next to the unsmiling Lurk Ford to give it some erotic contrast."
I asked her for motivation.
"Just be yourself," she said. "You've just returned from Las Vegas where you had a glass thrown at you. You're late. You missed all of the readers at the book signing but one. You just asked Acme Andersson an awkward question. You are going to give the ladies a wide-on with this pose; I guarantee it."
"Well," I said. "If you believe in me."
Her hands trembled around the camera. "Something is happening inside me," she cried.
"Let it happen," I commanded. "Take the goddamn picture."
posted by Gram the Man
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Friday, October 21, 2005 
- jd
Besides, you're shifting the focus from Gram, which is of course where all the glory belongs.
- "ms." jd
Thanks for the kind words (Terry Southern and the Fire Witch ... hmm, might this be a booth girl from 2003?) but please use this forum, such as it is, for more constructive pursuits.
Thanks
Anyway mate, just wanted you to know that the insults aimed my way are no skin off my nose at all.
King Crimson, I'm a little pissed with xpt right now. My checks quit coming.
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