Debbie Harry reduced to being a fluffer Do you have any regrets?: Debbie Harry reduced to being a fluffer

By J on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 11:06 am:

    I met her a couple of months ago,she,s 54 years old,on the radio today,they said she was going to be a fluffer for porn movies,I didn,t know what a fluffer was but they told us what it meant.Man,thats pretty sad,to go from being a diva,to doing movies,and then getting fat fat fat,and she must need $$$ pretty bad to have to get porn stars hard on the side.They don,t even film her,guess they don,t want to get a bag of flour.It,s a sad world.

By Patrick on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 12:34 pm:

    that can't be true, thats a joke

By Derek on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 12:38 pm:

    What?? She's _not_ fat, and she's definately not "fat fat fat", and what's this fluffer stuff? The Blondie (well, at least it had one really good song - "Maria") album that came out last year went Platinum, and was a worldwide hit. They had a number one single ("Maria") in England last year... The album sucked - so I'm not a simperin' syncophant - but the 1999 Blondie tour was actually quite good, and Debbie sounded and looked great. What with the last album/tour, royalties from airplay, back catalog, all the compilations - she isn't hard up for cash! I think u are mistaken about her fluffer career. Don't believe everything u hear on the radio...

By Leper con on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 12:41 pm:

    i heard martin short say that on a talk show, once--that he wanted to be a fluffer. big joke with the stars now, that one.

By Patrick on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 12:44 pm:

    thanks to howard stern, the airwaves are much much much freer now....I hear ally mcbeal is going to have a big girl-girl kiss scene tonight. Howard always said lesbians equal ratings.......he did that years ago.....i am tuning in

By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 01:13 pm:

    girl girl schmerl

    when are we gonna see man man?


By J on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 01:13 pm:

    I,m sorry Derek,but I saw her,and met her,she is very short,and VERY fat,her hair was grey,her face is still pretty,she sounded great,the only new song she sang was Maria,and I think it was Simon,but I might be wrong,said it was probably an old song they never recorded.Her band rocked though. Why are men so wild about lesbians? Even my gay friend Bruce is.I don,t get it.

By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 01:13 pm:

    Oh, and btw, "Maria," is an AWESOME record.

By Patrick on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 01:19 pm:

    i guess you are stuck with will and grace and only then will you *may* get lucky there jim....i'm for all kinds of kink on tv, but the titilating nature of girl girl is easier for the church going masses to chew.......god doesn't look down so hard on "lesbianism" as it does wild hairy leather butt sex

By Rhiannon on Monday, November 1, 1999 - 01:24 pm:

    i was just thinking about that. I found an old New Yorker magazine and was looking through it, and there was a poem in there about this woman's experience as a young girl, when she'd have sleepovers with her friends and they'd "practice" kissing each other and then fall asleep with their fingers entwined in each other's hair....and the whole thing was given an aura of sweetness and innocence, and I was wondering how this scene would have been played out / received if it had been boys doing it.

By Agatha on Tuesday, November 2, 1999 - 03:08 am:

    j, i have not gotten your package yet, but i did get semillama's and heather's and patrick's.

By Jim aka PajamaBoy on Tuesday, November 2, 1999 - 08:38 am:

    "god doesn't look down so hard on "lesbianism" as it does wild hairy leather butt sex"

    wild hairy butt sex

    la titty ah

    fuck a moly


By J on Tuesday, November 2, 1999 - 09:06 am:

    Agatha,I hope I put enough stamps on it,I used 4 stamps and it didn,t seem heavy,I put $2.00 in the art gallery book.I guess I,ll have to start rubbing Rogain on my ass,I like the sound of wild hairy butt sex.The more I thought about it,I don,t think Debie Harry is a fluffer,I hope she hears about that and sues.

By Gee on Tuesday, November 2, 1999 - 09:25 am:

    Here's where I feel it. Funny how it's here where I feel it. Funny how it's here.

    My boys were on Open Mike last night. John grew hair! I can't say I approve. I like the way he looks bald. Geoffrey was a whiz on his little pipe thingy. Vince told a joke about Cher and Stalan and Mike bobbed his head up and down laughing approvingly but the audience kept quiet. Freaking Canadians. If I'd been there I would have clapped and clapped and clapped and stood up. They're so boss.

    They're going to be playing tonight, so I'll be back later to tell you all how wonderful it is! You lucky lucky people!! Tom Waits the guy you all like? I notice they have something of his in the school library, and I thought I might take it out.

By Rhiannon on Tuesday, November 2, 1999 - 12:23 pm:

    Tom Waits is my teen idol! I worship him and his broken ashtray voice! He is a lyrical genius! He is a god among men! I love you, Tom Waits! Ohhhhh.... *sigh*

    What album of his do they have? I finally got Bone Machine this week...the four song block of "In the Colosseum," "Goin' Out West," "Murder in the Red Barn," and the awesome "Black Wings" is 18 minutes of aural ecstacy.

    I'm kicking myself, too, for making poor MoonUnit's Tom Waits tape without sticking these and other songs off of Mule Variations that I hadn't heard in a while. Like "Eyeball Kid" and "Take It With Me." What a sweet song that one is.

    Gee, get your narrow behind over to your library and check him out!!

By Rhiannon on Tuesday, November 2, 1999 - 12:24 pm:

    (Hey, has anyone ever heard of a band called Calexico? I'm listening to them right now and loving every minute.)

By Gee on Wednesday, November 3, 1999 - 02:47 am:

    I don't remember the exact name of it, but I'm pretty sure it was some kind of early work thing. I don't remember. Does that sound like anything?

By Bk --being dumb cause i can on Wednesday, November 3, 1999 - 06:10 am:

    ORAL ecstacy. you meant to say Oral.

By MoonIt on Wednesday, November 3, 1999 - 10:57 pm:

    I'm still working my way thru Tom.
    I've got halfway thru making your tape Rhi, but theres so much I want to put on it.... I'd love to find a haka to stick at the beginning to freak you out a little (if you've ever seen a New Zealand rugby game played the haka is the maori chant/dance they do before the match to scare the opponents... I hate rugby but love the haka!)

By Rhiannon on Thursday, November 4, 1999 - 12:32 pm:

    That sounds cool!

By Gee on Friday, November 5, 1999 - 08:53 am:

    From Me to My Boys:

    I must be sending this to the wrong place, but I don't care.

    Thank you very much for coming to York again. You did a wonderful job.

    There's so much I want to say, but it would only bore you. I just think you're all really swell. I look forward to seeing you the next time you're in Toronto.

    I sound so darn formal. I must have been standing too close to Hugh. You know I think I actually saw him smile once or twice. I can't be sure, but I Think...

    PS-Poor Hugh. I really like him, you know. He's always so intense when he's playing, I'm sure he must be a raving nutball off-stage.


    Hugh here - thanks for your kind (?) words. You have sent this to the right place - all the email ultimately comes to my desk...

    Thanks again from all of us.

    written on a distant galactic plane, yours sincerely -

    Hugh McMillan.

    I feel so proud. I love my boys.

    I'm going to go to one of those shops that lets you put pictures on tee-shirts on monday. I plastered some pictures together that I'd really like to get put on a tee-shirt. I mixed together pictures of my boys, and Moxy Fruvous and Morrissey and somewhere in there it says "Any fool can think of words that rhyme." which I thought was kinda funny in an ironical sort of way. You know I don't know if there's really such a word as "ironical" or if someone just made it up cuz it sounds funny, but I like it. Anyway, that'll be my new Concert Going Shirt. I can't wait.

By Rhiannon on Friday, November 5, 1999 - 09:51 am:

    I feel so happy for you, Gee! It must have been so exciting for you to get a reply to your message.

By Gee on Saturday, November 6, 1999 - 04:53 am:

    You're so sweet, Rhiannon. I was very pleased. That's the third e-mail he's sent me. I keep them all in my hope chest. (just kidding. about the last part.)

    I think I'm going to get a picture of David Lee put on a tee-shirt and send it to my friend Jerry. He's the one who sent me the tape of David Lee reading, and the autographed book. I figure he can wear this tee-shirt when he goes to see David Lee read and it will make David Lee laugh, which will make Jerry happy. I just need to find a picture of David Lee.

By Swine on Saturday, November 6, 1999 - 09:19 am:

By MoonIt on Saturday, November 6, 1999 - 08:58 pm:

    you are one sick puppy swine.


By Gee on Sunday, November 7, 1999 - 01:32 pm:

By _____ on Sunday, November 7, 1999 - 01:47 pm:

    i can't read poems that are longer than 6 or 8 lines. anything longer than that is self-indulgence. this is why the only poet i've ever cared for is brautigan. even his longer poems don't seem so long.

By Rhiannon on Sunday, November 7, 1999 - 01:56 pm:

    Leonard Cohen has some nice short ones. So does W.S. Merwin:


    Your absence has gone through me
    Like thread through a needle.
    Everything I do is stitched with its color.

By Rhiannon on Sunday, November 7, 1999 - 02:03 pm:

    Ooh, I forgot. The poet A.R. Ammons has a whole book of really short poems, called "The Really Short Poems of A.R. Ammons."


    I found a
    that had a

    mirror in it
    and that

    looked in at
    a mirror

    me that
    had a
    mirror in it.


    "Time Spans"

    What lightning

    in an
    instant the

    boulder hums
    all year


    or my favorite:


    A day without rain is like
    a day without sunshine

By Rhiannon on Sunday, November 7, 1999 - 02:05 pm:

    Oh, damn. That last verse in "Reflective" should read:

    me that
    had a
    weed in it

    Sorry for ruining the whole poem like that.

By Swine on Sunday, November 7, 1999 - 02:08 pm:


    -Muhammad Ali

By Jane on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 12:51 am:

    Another short poem (Stephen Crane)

    A man said to the universe
    A man said to the universe:
    "Sir, I exist!"
    "However," replied the universe,
    "The fact has not created in me
    "A sense of obligation."

    Hard to believe he was born in the late l800's.

    I liked the Ammons poems.

By Gee on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 01:15 am:

    Sometimes long poems are good too. I don't see them as self-indulgent. It's like a short story vs. a novel. Some things just take longer to say. Look at "The Raven". That's a darn long poem, but really really good.

    "Ugly" is a good long poem. The ending is great. David Lee has been described as a "pig poet" but that's irrellivent (sp). It's just because he writes about pigs and farm animals alot. He's got a great one about a black pig that I'd really like to type up when I have time.

    Here is a short poem by Auden:
    Nothing can be loved too much,
    but all things can be loved
    in the wrong way.

By Gee on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 01:17 am:

    I forgot about this. I Love this. It's a poem by Archee the Fuzzpaw.
    - Footsies -

    My feet are so good,
    My feet are so fine.
    I know you want to sniff them,
    but you can't, 'cause THEY'RE MINE!

    hehe. He's a puppet on a kids show. He's so cute.

By Cyst on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 02:18 am:

    another short poem (stephen crane)

    In the desert
    I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
    who, squatting upon the ground,
    held his heart in his hands,
    and ate of it.
    I said, "Is it good, friend?"
    "It is bitter--bitter," he answered;
    "But I like it
    "because it is bitter,
    "and because it is my heart."

By Droopy on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 02:31 am:


    Razors pain you;
    Rivers are damp;
    Acids stain you;
    And drugs cause cramp.
    Guns aren't lawful;
    Nooses give;
    Gas smells awful;
    You might as well live.

    - Dorothy Parker

By Rhiannon on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 08:39 am:

    Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote a poem like that, too, and put it in a collection of other poems she wrote for children. I always admired her for that.

By Droopy on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 09:47 am:

    death was a big theme with edna. i do remember one poem called "lament" that begins with "your father is dead, children" and ends with "life goes on, i forget why."

By Rhiannon on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 10:44 am:

    I especially liked her poem called "Elegy," the end lines dealing with what would be missing when the person in question is dead, and they go something like "only the light from common water, only the grace from simple stone."

    Some of her stuff I find kind of forced, but she can be beautiful when her heart is in it.

By Cyst on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 03:55 pm:

    hey, droopy, do you know if the title of that dorothy parker poem has french aigu accents over the e's?

    oh, wait, I just looked it up in my d.p. book. it does.

    I thought it did, but I sort of liked the idea of it being called the english word "resume."

    you know, just forget about it and go on.

By Cyst on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 04:15 pm:

    some good d.p. four-liners:

    Prophetic Soul

    Because your eyes are slant and slow,
    Because your hair is sweet to touch,
    My heart is high again; but oh,
    I doubt if this will get me much.


    Some men break your heart in two,
    Some men fawn and flatter,
    Some men never look at you;
    And that cleans up the matter.

    Thought for a Sunshiny Morning

    It costs me never a stab nor squirm
    To tread by chance upon a worm.
    "Aha, my little dear," I say,
    "Your clan will pay me back one day."

    Two-Volume Novel

    The sun's gone dim, and
    The moon's turned black;
    For I loved him, and
    He didn't love back.

    The Flaw in Paganism

    Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
    Love, the reeling midnight through.
    For tomorrow we shall die!
    (But, alas, we never do.)

By Cyst on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 04:17 pm:

    and her best:


    Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
    I'll not be left in sorrow.
    So long as I have yesterday,
    Go take your damned tomorrow!

    Ornithology for Beginners

    The bird that feeds from off my palm
    Is sleek, affectionate, and calm,
    But double, to me, is worth the thrush
    A-flickering in the elder-brush.


    My land is bare of chattering folk;
    The clouds are low along the ridges,
    And sweet's the air with curly smoke
    From all my burning bridges.

    Faute de Mieux

    Travel, trouble, music, art,
    A kiss, a frock, a rhyme --
    I never said they feed my heart,
    But still they pass my time.

By Nate on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 05:14 pm:

    i was talking to a moth
    the other evening
    he was trying to break into
    an electric light bulb
    and fry himself on the wires
    why do you fellows
    pull this stunt i asked him
    because it is the conventional
    thing for moths or why
    if that had been an uncovered
    candle instead of an electric
    light bulb you would
    now be a small unsightly cinder
    have you no sense
    plenty of it he answered
    but at times we get tired
    of using it
    we get bored with the routine
    and crave beauty
    and excitement
    fire is beautiful
    and we know that if we get
    too close it will kill us
    but what does that matter
    it is better to be happy
    for a moment
    and be burned up with the beauty
    than to live a long time
    and be bored all the while
    so we wad all our life up
    into one little roll
    that is what life is for
    it is better to be part of beauty
    for one instant and then cease to
    exist than exist forever
    and never be a part of beauty
    our attitude toward life
    is come easy go easy
    we are like human beings
    used to be before they became
    too civilized to enjoy themselves
    and before i could argue him
    out of his philosophy
    he went and immolated himself
    on a patent cigar lighter
    i do not agree with him
    myself i would rather have
    half the happiness and twice
    the longevity
    but at the same time i wish
    there was something i wanted
    as badly as he wanted to fry himself


By Jane on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 08:07 pm:

    Who is Archy? Great poem. Reminds me of the beat poets. It has a manic quality I like, too.

By Leper con on Monday, November 8, 1999 - 08:21 pm:

    every night you can call me archy

    (click the little archy icon at lower right to get to homepage)

By Gee on Tuesday, November 9, 1999 - 12:58 am:

    Good boy, Nate. Archy is swell. I like "Cheerio My Deario", but I get the impression that one is more common. Not that that's a bad thing.

    The worst part about showing someone an Archy poem is having to explain who Archy is. It's a cute story, but it takes away from the moment.

By Cyst on Tuesday, November 9, 1999 - 01:03 am:

    more, longer

    autumn valentine

    in may my heart was breaking --
    oh wide the wound, and deep!
    and bitter it beat at waking,
    and sore it split in sleep.

    and when it came november,
    I sought my heart, and sighed,
    "poor thing, do you remember?"
    "what heart was that?" it cried.

    the searched soul

    when I consider, pro and con,
    what things my love is built upon --
    a curly mouth; a sinewed wrist;
    a questioning brow; a pretty twist
    of words as old and tried as sin;
    a pointed ear; a cloven chin;
    long, tapered limbs; and slanted eyes
    not cold nor kind nor darkly wise --
    when so I ponder, here apart,
    what shallow boons suffice my heart,
    what dust-bound trvia capture me,
    I marvel at my normalcy.

By Rhiannon on Tuesday, November 9, 1999 - 12:51 pm:

    The Room

    I think all this is somewhere in myself
    The cold room unlit before dawn
    Containing a stillness such as attends death
    And from a corner the sounds of a small bird trying
    From time to time to fly a few beats in the dark
    You would say it was dying it is immortal

By Margaret Atwood on Tuesday, November 9, 1999 - 12:59 pm:

    You fit into me
    like a hook into an eye

    a fish hook
    an open eye

By Rhiannon on Tuesday, November 9, 1999 - 04:16 pm:

    BTW, W.S. Merwin wrote "The Room," not me. Ack.

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