Goth Pepper Pink Sock

So Scar 13 and I wanted to blow off a little steam in a chill environment after work. We listened to Loveline as we rolled over to Boardner’s in my Town Car. We were not actually going to Boardner’s, but Scar had checked her camera at Bar Sinister the preceeding Saturday and tipsily forgotten it there, so she needed to pick it up. Fortunately, they were able to find it. Yay! She keeps her camera in this little pink sort of chamois slipcover. She mentioned to me that Bradical, who has been kind enough to loan us his house and his lemons (don’t ask), for photo shoots, calls it a pink sock. Pink sock is one of those awful phrases, like Dirty Sanchez, which you must learn the meaning of if you are going to successfully use the internet in the future. Apparently Bradical had run into Dr. Drew, of Loveline fame, backstage at some KROQ event and had decided to ask him impertinent questions about how Scar should run her sex life. He then dutifully reported Dr. Drew’s answers back to Scar, along with the definition of a pink sock.

So we listen to more Loveline on the way over to the gothic club night which is our destination. The guest is advising the best way for a woman to orgasm during heterosexual intercourse is to only insert the guy’s dick about a third of the way in and rub her clitoris. A third of the way in? How enormous is the penis we are talking about here? Anyway, I’m pretty sure the answer is a bit more varied than that and I think I could have helped the caller out way better. Loveline’s guest was embarrassed to actually say clit and Dr. Drew had to help her out there. Anyone have a good contact at Loveline because they need to have my awesomely helpful and well-educated advice on there some night. I’ll even avoid saying fuck and that is a big concession because I love to say fuck.

Scar and I both kind of phoned in our makeup that night and I have a little black eyeshadow swoosh over each eye and Scar has a little black eyeshadow swoosh underneath each eye. We didn’t realize until we were ready to go that we had done kind of upside-down mirror images. Anyway, we’d managed to communicate gothic well enough, apparently. Because this cute Vin Diesel-looking guy hangs out the window of some huge black Range Rover or Escalade type vehicle, next to us in traffic, and made the universal sign for goth by tracing imaginary tears down each cheek and waving for us to follow his car. We went to the club anyway.

We arrive and Bradical explains to me that a pink sock is when you are having anal sex and the giver pulls out with some intestine inverting over the invading item. Thanks so much, Dr. Drew, for sharing this factoid with Bradical. Now neither I, nor anyone I come across, is going to be able to escape the mental image of inside-out ass on cock. We discuss how Dr. Drew is incredibly down on anal sex and generally advises all practitioners to go to their physician. I’m actually not really a fan of anal myself, but this doesn’t stop me from giving Bradical a hard time about his anal experiences. He explains that his girlfriends never want it in the ass because his penis is enormous. Maybe he’s been sleeping with the chick on Loveline?

Then Bradical tells me a funny story about gettng pulled over which I can’t repeat here. He then says he once got pulled over and taken to jail for the night when he was on his first or second date with a girl. Los Angeles clubland photographer Tim Sinn was apparently in the backseat and was kind enough to drive both Bradical’s car and his date afterwards. Ouch.

Tim Sinn explains that he is much more mature now. Tim needs to really connect with a girl on a certain level at this stage of his life. Fortunately, he points out, the special connection can be something like a pretty pair of eyes. Everyone I know is going to Hell.

As the evening progresses, I run into Perish, who has been kind enough to let me photograph naked people all over his house and vehicles (note the recurring motif here and feel free to drop me a line if you have a cool-looking house you’d like naked people photographed in.) He is hanging out with The Virgin Sister Bones who does the Lucifer’s Party comic zine, issue two of which included an extended sequence having to do with having sex with, or trying to have sex with, Perish. I have not asked if it is autobiographical or artistic license. We run into a guy in a Dallas goth-industrial band who has Scar on the cover of his new CD.

It is basically a chill pleasant normal evening out with cool people until, right in front of everyone, three bouncers chase down this one little guy, punch him repeatedly and pepper spray him about two inches from his eyes. I take a photo of this, then think I should really shoot video for it to be in proper focus and all, and then notice that some of the pepper spray is drifting and irritating my mucus membranes and that I really don’t want to be all that close to violence like this. I’m not going to say what club we were at because I don’t know what heinous crime this beat-down little dude might have committed and the promoters have never done anything bad to me personally and they may not have known what happened. But the bouncers themselves certainly believed they had done wrong because they went around the club afterwards looking at people’s cameras and deleting photos of what happened.

I like that digital photography allows me to document a random fun night out without the crazy expense and time-consumption of film. But is digital photography turning America coast-to-coast into a shame culture? A guilt culture is one where the people internalize right and wrong and feel they should do right, whether or not anyone is watching. A shame culture is one where people only feel bad when they get caught. I think people should do the right thing, whether or not nightclub patrons may have gotten a picture of their behavior. I also don’t want a pink sock. I guess I’m just old-fashioned that way.

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Posted by Amelia G on October 17, 2007. Filed under Blue Blood. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can leave a response or trackback to this entry