Maneater

hall and oates

some mothers sing traditional lullabies to their babies. my mother? she sang "maneater" to me. sometimes, i wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that my longest "relationship" (which is a very generous label) to date lasted a mere three months.

meg

Guest DJ: Meg

This weekend’s Guest DJ is my pretty Meg—teacher, slut and pain slut extraordinaire. Oh wait, did I use the word “slut” twice in that sentence? Consider it appropriate added emphasis. Slut.

In deference to my submissive slut, I’ll keep intact her disavowal of upper-case letters. For more on Meg, take a peek at her slutty slut slut sex blog slut.

the tales of a teacher . . . and slut

Guest DJ: Tilda

This weekend, we hand the Smut Turntable over to Tilda. Expect a steady groove from the woman who showed up for a sex date in a Joy Division t-shirt and a smile. You should’ve seen the smile when I handed the shirt back to her. I was sore for two days. I was impressed she could still walk.

Guest DJ: Desire

This weekend, the DJ booth is manned by Desire, a young rocker, sex rebel and dumpster-diving chef from down D.C. way. I was eager to get her mind between the ‘phones, given that she’s a musician with a fine flair for smut. She's also one for getting her naked self painted, which goes over big around these parts.



Desire

She’s easy on the eyes, sure, but let’s see how she is on the ears.

Guest DJ: Molly

Molly and Marcus
Barbara Nitke
Molly takes to the DJ booth to spin the music that moves her to the dance floors and concert venues of London. She’s got a fine musical ear—she tuned into my frequency rather quickly and began to introduce me to new music that resonated in all the right grooves.

She’s just as easy on the eyes as on the ears. So take a peek and then take a listen to this weekend’s guest DJ.

Guest DJ: Madeline

This weekend, Madeline dusts off the VHS to get you bopping to the tunes that had her dirty dancing back in junior high school. A few surprises are thrown in the mix that might just take the tease from your perm.

Turn up your Walkman as her vee-jay juices flow like wine.



Your DJ, age 13