Hi from Kaos Beauty Klinik

Hello. I’m Richard Kadrey, a writer and photographer in San Francisco. I’ve written articles for places like Wired and Salon, and published stories in a number of science fiction and fantasy stories in print and online magazines. I’ve also published four novels. My newest, a fantasy novel entitled Butcher Bird, came out this month from Night Shade Books. It’s just gone into its second printing.

I’m also a photographer and digital artist. My fetish photos have appeared on a number of sites. Recently, I did my first pinup shoot for a calendar featuring hot models and electric cars. You can find my work on the portfolio site Model Mayhem, the artsy site DeviantArt, as well as my KaosBeautyKlinik home site. I hope to get a chance to shoot for Blue Blood sometime. In fact, I just submitted my first photoset. Fingers crossed.

Hey, I've read your stuff. Good writing, man. Welcome to Blue Blood.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Kadrey!!!

Welcome indeed Mr. Kadrey, it's really good to see you here. I've always enjoyed your creative works, in all the forms they have taken. And now, thanks to you, I can't get the image of a a naked, greased-up Dennis Kucinich out of my head...

Greets :) Groovy site. So where's the Kucinich porn? Link us!

JT

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Originally Posted by Jackie T.

Greets :) Groovy site. So where's the Kucinich porn? Link us!

JT

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It was actually just a reference Richard had made in a recent blog posting, but the image stuck with me.

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Originally Posted by ForrestBlack

It was actually just a reference Richard had made in a recent blog posting, but the image stuck with me.

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ah that's cool. I just wanted the visual. :1orglaugh :thumb:

JT

Here's the blog entry that Forrest referred to:

My MRI Adventure
8/22/07

My left arm remains lunch meat, so today I got an MRI in one of the old-fashioned enclosed models. My previous MRIs had been in comfy open ones. The enclosed ones seem to be where you get sent when you've really pissed off a radiologist.

The fun started when I walked into the MRI room. The first words out of the tech's mouth were, "I don't know if you'll fit." (I'm not a giant guy. I'm 5'10", 230 pounds.) I looked and saw a big white machine, like HAL in 2001, only it had a hole into the middle that might, on a good day, accommodate a naked, greased-up Dennis Kucinich. Who was this machine made for? Was it constructed in the 14th century when people were the size of baby ducks?

The techs tried stuffing me, feet first, into the MRI rabbit hole from two or three angles. None worked, and the last had me clawing my way out in a premature-burial-claustrophobia freakout. It finally occurred to all involved that since it was my elbow that needed imaging, I could try lying face down while they slid the top half of my body into the machine like man toast.

That worked. My left arm hurt because I had to straighten it, since the whole purpose of the MRI was to see how much bicep meat I'd ripped from the bone. Straightening my arm hurt a lot, but it hurt a lot more after being jammed in that goddam machine for 40 fucking minutes.

What's it like being in a creaky, steam-driven, WPA-era MRI? Noisy and weirdly rhythmic. Imagine lying facedown in a cement mixer while some methed-up Abu Ghraib prison guards pump hardfloor techno into your jittery metal tomb. Now imagine it with your obese, retard cousin, the one no one lets into the group photos at your family reunion, standing on your left elbow. For 40 minutes.

I only went in for an MRI, but by the time they pulled me out of the machine, I confessed to masterminding 9/11, running guns from Iran, knocking up Jenna Bush and canceling Veronica Mars.

This was not my best day ever, but now I am home with my cat, my girlfriend and leftover dim sum.

Seriously, though, who designed these ridiculous hobbit-size machines?

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Here's the blog entry that Forrest referred to:

My MRI Adventure
8/22/07

My left arm remains lunch meat, so today I got an MRI in one of the old-fashioned enclosed models. My previous MRIs had been in comfy open ones. The enclosed ones seem to be where you get sent when you've really pissed off a radiologist.

The fun started when I walked into the MRI room. The first words out of the tech's mouth were, "I don't know if you'll fit." (I'm not a giant guy. I'm 5'10", 230 pounds.) I looked and saw a big white machine, like HAL in 2001, only it had a hole into the middle that might, on a good day, accommodate a naked, greased-up Dennis Kucinich. Who was this machine made for? Was it constructed in the 14th century when people were the size of baby ducks?

The techs tried stuffing me, feet first, into the MRI rabbit hole from two or three angles. None worked, and the last had me clawing my way out in a premature-burial-claustrophobia freakout. It finally occurred to all involved that since it was my elbow that needed imaging, I could try lying face down while they slid the top half of my body into the machine like man toast.

That worked. My left arm hurt because I had to straighten it, since the whole purpose of the MRI was to see how much bicep meat I'd ripped from the bone. Straightening my arm hurt a lot, but it hurt a lot more after being jammed in that goddam machine for 40 fucking minutes.

What's it like being in a creaky, steam-driven, WPA-era MRI? Noisy and weirdly rhythmic. Imagine lying facedown in a cement mixer while some methed-up Abu Ghraib prison guards pump hardfloor techno into your jittery metal tomb. Now imagine it with your obese, retard cousin, the one no one lets into the group photos at your family reunion, standing on your left elbow. For 40 minutes.

I only went in for an MRI, but by the time they pulled me out of the machine, I confessed to masterminding 9/11, running guns from Iran, knocking up Jenna Bush and canceling Veronica Mars.

This was not my best day ever, but now I am home with my cat, my girlfriend and leftover dim sum.

Seriously, though, who designed these ridiculous hobbit-size machines?

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hahaha I'm groovin' it. Haven't had an MRI in a bit. Hope you stick around :)

JT

Good to see you here, Richard. How'd the surgery go?

The surgery went really well, and have the coolest S-shaped scar on my left arm. You can see a shot of it on Flickr. I can't post urls yet, but if you go to Flickr and search on "Saint Gomi" in Users, you'll see a shot called Richard's Sexy Scar. It's fresh and meaty, so don't look if you arent a medical/surgical fetishist.

Welcome and I love the background on that photo LOL

kreepykooll. hang around, well be sure to give a bit of mental scar tissue to add to your collection :)

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kreepykooll. hang around, well be sure to give a bit of mental scar tissue to add to your collection :)

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I look forward to it.

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The surgery went really well, and have the coolest S-shaped scar on my left arm. You can see a shot of it on Flickr. I can't post urls yet, but if you go to Flickr and search on "Saint Gomi" in Users, you'll see a shot called Richard's Sexy Scar. It's fresh and meaty, so don't look if you arent a medical/surgical fetishist.

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http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1231/...e84f529563.jpg

:)

Welcome! Glad to see you here :thumb:

You are also a pink college-ruled post-it stuck to the side of my monitor.

Please PM me your mailing address when you get a chance.

I think scar's are VERY sexy!!!

Nice to see your doing well and glad to see that it didnt look like it killed your tats! Nice clean job.

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I think scar's are VERY sexy!!!

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Sometime, I'll let you feel the crease in my skull from when I went through a car windshield.