I loved The Young Ones. I actually thought they were an MTV creation and the existence of that show was one of the many reasons MTV was awesome. I rarely saw my people represented in film and, despite its over-the-top comedy, The Young Ones reflected my real life experience far more than most…( Read more )
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For years and years, the only person I knew who died was my dad’s dad. Now it seems like a more regular ache in the heart.
It is not like I wasn’t expecting to see an obituary for Thistle some time sooner, rather than later. I stopped following him on Twitter and suchlike because helplessly watching him slip away was painful, and he was surely not listening to my suggestions. But somehow expecting it doesn’t make it not suck.
Blue Blood has taken care of Thistle’s site for Putrid Sex Object, ThistleHarlequin.com (remarkably NSFW) for years. I have no idea what should be done with it now. For those who did not know him, Thistle Harlequin was probably best known for an art film he starred in called Putrid Sex Object. He was also the voice of the Blue Blood MySpace, so, if you ever messaged or commented to Blue Blood on there, it was probably Thistle who answered. Also, I liked him.
I find myself wishing for an afterlife in the hopes that there is someplace Thistle can be fabulous yet serene. I hope you are rocking designer gear and fucking animal skulls in heaven, Thistle.
by Amelia G : March 12th, 2010
Sometimes it makes me sad that our society has become more receptive to a kind obituary than to giving props to the living. Then again, I think people who are hostile to the grieving deserve a special place in Hell and I do think it is extremely important to honor the dead when they pass.
I found it surreal how many of my friends recently posted that Corey Haim was their first celebrity crush. He wasn’t my type, but his work obviously touched a lot of people. Yet the main feedback he got, while he was alive, was pretty negative. Somehow the way Corey Haim’s accomplishments peaked early made it acceptable for people to mock him when he was down. TMZ never runs an article about how someone who couldn’t hold down a job as a fry cook looked like death warmed over when they went to the supermarket the other day. But, if someone has a few accomplishments under their belt, then rumors of their marriage failing, details of their special sexual needs, and unflattering photos of them double-parked outside the Pinkberry for a yogurt during their time of the month are all fair game.
I am not a public figure, but maybe I wanted to be . . . before the internet came along and gossip media wildly outpaced more traditional entertainment journalism. I sure as heck have no desire to be a public figure now. I know absolutely nothing about Brad Pitt’s creative process, yet it is a challenge to avoid finding out when he is rumored to . . .
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David Aaron Clark took me to my first genuine serious BDSM club.
Whether we were checking out a new K-pop singer, attending a medievalist wedding, or standing in line at a book signing, David Aaron Clark was always kind to me. He was not a self-serving fair weather friend or a hater bad weather friend; David Aaron Clark was a real friend to me.
David Aaron Clark is one of the last people still fighting the good fight who really knew me, not my digital persona, not some press, not some rumors, not the guarded self I now present to new people, but the real me. Was one of the last people, not is. Damn it.
David Aaron Clark wrote the first big feature review of Blue Blood magazine in print.
Later, Blue Blood wrote up David Aaron Clark’s first video project which he directed, wrote, acted in, and literally spilled his own blood for.
David Aaron Clark was a brilliant writer. He had a knack for turning even the most mundane video review into something truly entertaining and readable. He was my labelmate at Masquerade/Rhinoceros with his novels The Wet Forever and Sister Radience and the Ritual Sex anthology he and Tristan Taormino co-edited. He and Charles Gatewood collaborated on the blood fetish book True Blood for Last Gasp. DAC was a prolific writer and his talents were seen in many venues from magazines and newspapers to screenplays. A lot of people will probably remember him for his porn video writing and directing, but he created a diverse body of work.
Things were really looking up in 2009 for David Aaron Clark. Evil Angel had actually given him the creative freedom to show some of his true artistry with the Pure movie, produced by Aiden Starr and starring Asa Akira. He used to joke that AVN created a Best Asian Feature category just so they would have an award to give him every year. I think he won for Best Screenplay too and they didn’t invent that award only for him. He was a good person and would really give himself to what he made and I always felt he deserved even more recognition than what he got. David Aaron Clark always deserved an award for his creative work across multiple forms of media because of how much he put in.
David Aaron Clark and I have known each other for approximately sixteen years and ten months. He welcomed me into his home when we lived far apart and I had to travel to see him. We live so close together in Los Angeles, I wish I’d made the time to see him more. Lived so close, not live so close. With the internet, it is so easy to keep up moderate communication and, being an adult, it seems like it just gets harder and harder to make in-person time.
The last thing I said to him was the trivial thought that I wish there was going to be another season of 4400. I wish there was going to be another season of the notorious DAC.
I keep wanting to add details like how he played a non-sex role as a pirate in Joone’s Pirates II: Stagnetti’s Revenge, but I could go on all day listing cool interesting bits and pieces about his life. He lived an adventurous and interesting life, dated wild women, had unusual sex, went cool places, and left behind a significant body of work. That is more and better than a lot of people, and I know this is trite, only I wish he were still here; I feel he got taken way way too soon.
When I can stop crying for any extended period of time, I’m going to look for some photographs Forrest Black and I took of him and post them.
Rest in peace, David Aaron Clark. You are missed.