Category Archives: Blog

I’m so happy F was there to meddle. I wanted to reach out earlier this year but I could see from the internet that you were busy with hugely important political work. I was afraid of introducing turmoil into your life when you seemed already swamped. When F came up and asked if I’d likeContinue reading "Friend Love"

We’d just returned to my apartment from a museum. They turned to me and asked “If you could do anything you wanted to right now, what would it be?” I didn’t even have to think about it. I would go to Belgrade and walk in a spiral. Belgrade makes me vibrate. There’s no other wayContinue reading "Belgrade, I Love"

Apneatic was in my kitchen the other day. She’s a human nude model, not a personification of sleep disorder. She was describing a shoot she’d done recently, and Steve Prue said he didn’t realize she’d started shooting porn-porn (as opposed to soft-porn, art-porn, sort-of-porn.) Both of us turned to him all like “That isn’t reallyContinue reading "But What is Porn-Porn?"

Before I installed a sufficient buffer in between myself and the comments section, I noticed some things. The most topical being the way that my smiles and laughter during sex scenes resonate with some people as “not how real women have sex” or just “fake.” The thing is—I tend to be even more giggly offContinue reading

Steve Prue and I made a book… …called Stoya x Team Rockstar… …published by and available at Bad Books Ltd. Limited run of 500, and I’ll have special editions with the original instant photos available in Chicago at Exxxotica. xo Stoya  

Before Wonderlust started I had most of a day with nothing scheduled in Helsinki. Mitcz sent me a couple of lists of things to see. A Finnish burlesque performer named LouLou D’Vil reminded me that walking can be fun by pointing out how walkable Helsinki is. Steve Prue (my platonic domestic partner) emphasized the TemppeliaukioContinue reading "Are You There God? [...]

A long, long time ago, in an internet that was… um… this exact one, there was a troll. They seemed to keep to instagram, and devotedly told me whether they had been able or unable to fap to each of my posts. It was impossible to figure out what would be fapped to and whatContinue reading "boop"

I’m guessing you read Ashley West’s tribute to Radley Metzger at the Rialto Report. I’d love to tell you about meeting Radley. It’s sort of a saga though, so I’ll start in the middle. …of this party celebrating Catherine Robbe-Grillet and Toni Bentley, where a well-groomed British man walked over and asked if I’d likeContinue reading "Radley, for Russ"

Almost a decade ago, another lifetime entirely. When we met he asked if I was old enough to drink. I responded by sucking a mouthful of well whiskey through the tiny straw, spitting it in his face, and then licking it off. I wasn’t old enough to drink. We both kept the same late nightContinue reading "Mitcz"