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Full free gallery of photos of everyone’s favorite Vegas pixie at the Blue Blood Boutique.

Due to Kellie’s influence, the Blue Blood Boutique now offers badass doggie tees for adorable doggies like Pika!

amelia_g‘s Halloween party:

_xyla_ didn’t even show up and doesn’t get any candy.
alexandrial dressed as Jennifer Lopez.
antisocial dressed as a bottle of Burshatrul.
blackchurch dressed as a Indiana of Sylvester MeadowInc. employee.
bosatsu91 dressed as a third baseman for the Rockies.
butterflytblue dressed as Monica Lewinsky.
chadu dressed as the King of Egypt.
disco_cowboy didn’t even show up and doesn’t get any candy.
edmironiuk dressed as Mary-Kate Olsen with her very own conjoined Ashley.
fathersebastian dressed as a data entry department chairman, and it suited them disturbingly well.
funkatron dressed as Chekov from “Star Trek”.
geitia_levamp dressed as Ted Williams, though it looked more like a first baseman for the Pirates.
isobelmarion didn’t even show up and doesn’t get any candy.
los_diablo dressed as a wind, and it suited them disturbingly well.
marrionette dressed as someone called “Leon Boyt”, but you’ve never heard of them before.
mzkittie didn’t even show up and doesn’t get any candy.
neph dressed as Bugs Bunny.
plasmatrixxx dressed as Zachary Taylor.
pyrotech_c3h8 dressed as the Governor of Indiana.
rumhann dressed as Harry Potter.
sarahdope dressed as the Bouncy Power Ranger.
selfmadefreak dressed as the Vicount of Lower Eudy.
sherilyn dressed as a new superhero: Madame Zero.
subtlesabotage dressed as a fullback for the Giants.
swankorama dressed as a skeleton.
tequilazaire didn’t even show up and doesn’t get any candy.
the_dodger dressed as a disturbing self-made character called “Gidget Pottychunks”.
todiefordesigns dressed as the love child of Joe Montana and Anna Kournikova.
unseelie23 dressed as your sister.
xerametinx dressed as Jimmie Carter, and it suited them disturbingly well.

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Anyone else stressing about Halloween when it should be your very favoritest day of the year.

Alex and Kelly had a pumpkin carving party.

Kelly is building cool stuff in his backyard.

Alex made spooky snacks. Let’s hear it for severed finger sugar cookies and conglomerated munchie tarantulas (plus damn yummy ginger cookies!)

What creepy dessert goods will you be eating this Halloween season?

Fleshbot got excited with me about the Eros Zine feature!

Eros Zine stays up for a “late-night chat on horror and hoochies, porn and perversion” with Blue Blood mistress Amelia G, who shares her thoughts on horror smut and explains some of the inspirations behind her stable of altporn and fetish sites: “I have a huge monster-fucking fetish … I think the notion of something which is so powerful it could destroy you—but chooses not to do so—is very sexy. Really it is a paradigm for love and I find that very hot.” (Which doesn’t really shed much light on the accompanying photos of various Blue Blood beauties dripping with stage blood. But we think they’re pretty hot anyway.)

CLICK KELLIE’S LOVELY ASS WITH ANDY TO SEE A FULL DIGITAL PREVIEW:

Sometimes I find working on my Big in America column for Marquis really really hard. I mean, I love when the magazine comes out, but I find working on the project super tough.

Just added some new t-shirt designs to the Blue Blood Boutique, in both regular, as well as super hot baby-t styles. I’m really pleased with the new designs and it’s really cool to see folks out rockin the new stuff out on the street and in the clubs already.

Whoo-hoo! An interview with yours truly is the lead feature on Eros Zine today!

The interview was conducted by the fabulously witty Thomas S. Roche. Here is his intro:

I first encountered Amelia G through Blue Blood, the magazine she and Forrest Black published starting in 1992 — in other words, when dinosaurs roamed the Earth. In those days, the idea of combining horror, goth, sci-fi, comix, firearms, gaming, pornography and fetishism was just about unheard of. In fact, there were only a few dozen of us doing it.

Back then, I had like two professional publications plus a couple dozen pseudonymous porno novels and a substantial wad of published gay leather porn. The latter two categories I rarely bothered to tell anyone about, mostly because I kept writing porno books and stories and then forgetting about them as soon as I’d cashed the checks. I was far from being a high-profile writer. But the fact that I was so quickly welcomed into the fold — despite my dorky eyeglasses and the fact that disks by Billy Joel sat between Jarboe and Joy Division on my CD shelf — was testament to the fact that the goth/fetish/porn/BDSM/sci-fi/horror crossover community, in those days, was a very, very small world.

To be sure, sci-fi/horror and sex had enjoyed a long, lush flirtation, as had goth and horror — the phenomena would explode over the next ten years precisely because fetish, fashion and fantasy are so undeniably right for each other. The BDSM community — in San Francisco, at least — was already overrun with comic-book-obsessed freaks of all genders whose pasts included frenzied adolescent wanks spurred on by everything from John Norman’s Gor novels to Ziggy Stardust to Boris Vallejo to the Borg Queen to Frank-N-Furter to Darth Vader’s erect syringe to Japanese anime to Philip Jose Farmer’s Flesh. But at the time, the explicit connection of perversion, counterculture and science fiction/fantasy/horror drew puzzled looks from some fans — and quivering streams of drool from others.

Blue Blood, along with Cecilia Tan’s Circlet Press, Lisa Palac’s Future Sex and Nancy Kilpatrick’s The Darker Passions, among others, paved the way. Following close behind in a hurricane of mouth-breathing fanaticism were about ten bazillion pervy nerd boys and saucy geeksluts secreted after hours behind the gates of Ren Faires everywhere and locked in basements trying to rewire their N64s to shock their nutsacks. May the dark gods of science fiction fandom and eternal safe, sane and consensual torment just, oh, shower love upon you all. It makes me misty.

Anyway, screw the visit to the old folks’ home. Let’s talk monsterfucking.

Nowadays, horror porno is de rigeur, baby, de freakin’ rigeur, but Amelia and Forrest are still crankin’ out high-class commercial erotica with a countercultural edge and the flavor of damnation. In addition to Blue Blood, their sites include Gothic Sluts, Barely Evil, Rubber Dollies, and Scar 13, among others.

I caught up with Amelia for a late-night chat on horror and hoochies, porn and perversion.

You are going to have to visit Eros Zine to read Thomas’s hysterically funny questions and my answers to ’em. Go there now.

PS The free photo gallery shot by me and Forrest Black which is featured with the interview is exclusive to Eros Zine for this fine holiday season, 2005. You gotta go there to view it.

Whoo-hoo! An interview with yours truly is the lead feature on Eros Zine today!

The interview was conducted by the fabulously witty Thomas S. Roche. Here is his intro:

I first encountered Amelia G through Blue Blood, the magazine she and Forrest Black published starting in 1992 — in other words, when dinosaurs roamed the Earth. In those days, the idea of combining horror, goth, sci-fi, comix, firearms, gaming, pornography and fetishism was just about unheard of. In fact, there were only a few dozen of us doing it.

Back then, I had like two professional publications plus a couple dozen pseudonymous porno novels and a substantial wad of published gay leather porn. The latter two categories I rarely bothered to tell anyone about, mostly because I kept writing porno books and stories and then forgetting about them as soon as I’d cashed the checks. I was far from being a high-profile writer. But the fact that I was so quickly welcomed into the fold — despite my dorky eyeglasses and the fact that disks by Billy Joel sat between Jarboe and Joy Division on my CD shelf — was testament to the fact that the goth/fetish/porn/BDSM/sci-fi/horror crossover community, in those days, was a very, very small world.

To be sure, sci-fi/horror and sex had enjoyed a long, lush flirtation, as had goth and horror — the phenomena would explode over the next ten years precisely because fetish, fashion and fantasy are so undeniably right for each other. The BDSM community — in San Francisco, at least — was already overrun with comic-book-obsessed freaks of all genders whose pasts included frenzied adolescent wanks spurred on by everything from John Norman’s Gor novels to Ziggy Stardust to Boris Vallejo to the Borg Queen to Frank-N-Furter to Darth Vader’s erect syringe to Japanese anime to Philip Jose Farmer’s Flesh. But at the time, the explicit connection of perversion, counterculture and science fiction/fantasy/horror drew puzzled looks from some fans — and quivering streams of drool from others.

Blue Blood, along with Cecilia Tan’s Circlet Press, Lisa Palac’s Future Sex and Nancy Kilpatrick’s The Darker Passions, among others, paved the way. Following close behind in a hurricane of mouth-breathing fanaticism were about ten bazillion pervy nerd boys and saucy geeksluts secreted after hours behind the gates of Ren Faires everywhere and locked in basements trying to rewire their N64s to shock their nutsacks. May the dark gods of science fiction fandom and eternal safe, sane and consensual torment just, oh, shower love upon you all. It makes me misty.

Anyway, screw the visit to the old folks’ home. Let’s talk monsterfucking.

Nowadays, horror porno is de rigeur, baby, de freakin’ rigeur, but Amelia and Forrest are still crankin’ out high-class commercial erotica with a countercultural edge and the flavor of damnation. In addition to Blue Blood, their sites include Gothic Sluts, Barely Evil, Rubber Dollies, and Scar 13, among others.

I caught up with Amelia for a late-night chat on horror and hoochies, porn and perversion.

You are going to have to visit Eros Zine to read Thomas’s hysterically funny questions and my answers to ’em. Go there now.

PS The free photo gallery shot by me and Forrest Black which is featured with the interview is exclusive to Eros Zine for this fine holiday season, 2005. You gotta go there to view it.

I love this time of year, but I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. I know I should just be happy, but it is a little too much. We sold out of the new Blue Blood Boutique hoodies the first week. I had to reorder everything and hope I get everything in time to keep people whose orders I haven’t been able to send yet happy. I’ve got a deadline this week that I really don’t feel like making. Actually, I’ve got four deadlines this week and one of them is cleaning up the mess made by someone else’s shirking their responsibilities and one I just don’t feel like doing in the midst of everything else. Had a great time bowling Friday. Was fun seeing Kellie while she was in town. Love my comfy hoodie. Have some great photos I just need to post. Am bleeding like a CSI episode. Had a nightmare last night which was sort of a cross between Martha Stewart: Apprentice and Ilsa She-Wolf of the SS and when I used to do contract design work. It sounds funnier than it was to experience. Started my day off-kilter. A bunch of people I like are having their relationships break up right now and I feel sad for them, even though, in some cases, I’m sure they will make positive new beginnings from the lemonade. Went to too many parties last night. Have too many parties and shows I want to go to this week and more work than I feel like I can do. Feeling overwhelmed is making me lower energy than I would otherwise feel I think. That and bleeding like a CSI episode. (I just had to say that twice.) There is just so much going on both workwise and funwise that I feel like I am always dropping the ball right now. I’ve got friends helping me with stuff and that is awesome. I should really just chill for a day and try to recharge. But I probably won’t. Fuck I have a lot to do, but I just spent precious work and fun time freaking out in type instead. Blargh.

In honor of the season, I just posted this set I shot on my balcony in Portland to Blue Blood’s GothicSluts.com.

Second, even more NSFW (unless you work with me) shot at this link.

I might be young, but, baby, you’re a bit obscene.