I met Jules when I was on a bike ride on North Seattle along a beach called Ballard. It was a gorgeous summer day and the vibe could not be better. Being a Southern Californian and a lapsed surfer I was happy to see a surf shop amid the boat docks and made a beeline to it. Jules was at the counter talking to customers and after they left she commented on my minimalist sneakers. Turns out she’s a runner and I’d had these shoes for about a year and she was the first person to recognise the style. A couple of days later we met at Alki Beach at her suggestion. It was low tide and the pebbly beach was relatively wide. Alki Beach is an historic location because it’s considered the “birthplace of Seattle” with million-dollar teardowns lining the main street along the shore. I also took some photos of the Space Needle from there the night before we met because it’s where the Seattle skyline is prominently viewable. To the west are breathtaking views of the Olympic Mountains.
Jules has eight tattoos, all traditional blueish-black ink, but she planning more, including a left arm sleeve in full color from shoulder to elbow and a stomach piece that is heavy with local and family symbolism that will feature Mt. Hood. Members can click the Video link below to hear this fine Seattlite’s story. If you’re not already a member please join us.
testimonial from a formerly underground weed commerce worker
reposted from Amanda Pemberton aka Apneatic
(originally on her Instagram @apneatic)
Yesterday was 4.20 🌬I was given this shirt in 2012 by a vendor when I worked at a dispensary for 3 weeks in Seattle. When Chase and I were making @wmrtwo we ran out of money from our investor during post production and I had to move to Seattle and grow medical marijuana to finish funding our movie. I went and worked at a dispensary to make sure I was completing my first grow cycle properly. This was back when I could sell my hydro flower for $240/oz or $640/qp at farmers markets around Washington state. I got out of it soon after weed was made recreationally legal and the prices growers could get dropped really fast. But we got all the money we needed for our movie so I quit growing and selling it. Then I moved to Portland to study physics 🌈 instant photo of me studying organic chemistry by @tmronin
Or, Why The Stormy Daniels / David Dennison Saga Really Matters: She May Do What All Those 2016 G.O.P. Candidates Could Not…
by Bob Yunger
Stormy Daniels sure is good at what she does. She only had to have sex with him one time, and after she got her hooks into him she never let go. What a pro! You’ve gotta admire her for the dedicated professional she is: only fucks Donald Trump ONE TIME in a hotel room and now, like a chump, TWELVE YEARS LATER HE’S STILL PAYING FOR IT! Ha. Ha ha. Nice work, Stormy Daniels, niiiiiiice werrrrrk.
With all the criticism the adult entertainment industry has to put up with on a regular basis, it’s really amazing. Today it’s still the ultimate tenderloin district for law enforcement due to the fact that so many of the people in it are young and naive and have something to hide. The ones who survive and carry on for a number of years have to develop real skills to deal with the constant parade of nonsense.
Stormy Daniels reportedly began her career in the stripper business at the age of 17 in her native city of Baton Rouge. So by the time she met Donald Trump she had been working the traps for ten years, AND she was starring in porn films by then. She was a veteran who had seen it all. She’d heard it all too, from every pathetic loser with an “I’ll make you a star” story and walked into the club thinking he’d find a dumb blonde to suck his dick on the false hope that he’d be The One to save her and whisk her away from this life.
Well Stormy liked her chosen life and she saw right through this rich guy’s bullshit I’LL PUT YOU ON MY TV SHOW lies. When he backed out as expected that was okay. She had a fallback plan, one that would turn her personal Donald Trump experience into a payout for her. No amount of shaming would turn her back, because, as they said about her in print, ‘shame isn’t especially useful to a porn star’.
So finally Donald Trump, after a career as a philandering shark, one ripping off contractors and investors left and right with his fast talking salesman spiel, it may be a woman who takes him down after all. A woman who is just as ruthless and without pity as he is. A true top-of-the-food-chain apex predator.
Below is a younger pre-breast augmentation Stormy Daniels. While her boobs may not be big here the same can’t be said about her pupils. lol
Pamela Des Barres, Nicole Byer, Michelle Tea, Siel Ju, Kayden Kross, with Venus and The Moon, and host Trish Nelson
IN THE MASONIC LODGE AT HOLLYWOOD FOREVER
SEATED SHOW IN THE MASONIC LODGE
*** DO NOT PARK ON THE STREETS OUTSIDE THE CEMETERY ***
Calling to order all women and fierce allies of women!
Commencing on the full moon of every month in the glow of a candlelit room, The Secret of The Sisterhood invites some of the most prolific, iconic and diverse women of our generation to come together in front of our intimate audience, and share personal stories surrounding the topic of the evening.
The theme for March 1st is “I thought I was going to die!”.
Proceeds will be donated to Planned Parenthood (plannedparenthood.org)
by Reviewer Rob
“The Secret of The Sisterhood invites some of the most prolific, iconic and diverse women of our generation to come together in front of our intimate audience, and share personal stories…”
So said the promo email. All I saw was the photo of Kayden Kross. The names at first were irrelevant but afterward I saw Pamela Des Barres and realized I wanted to see if not meet the author and former rock groupie.
It looked like a great show. I wanted to attend and cover the event but hadn’t found out about it until the night before when I got the email from their press agent and impulsively bought a ticket.
I’m still based in San Diego as of this writing but have been groaning to take another roadtrip. Even one as short as up to L.A. for the day. Just anything to get out of this sunny peaceful town. I’ve been thinking about Vegas again, which I was at only five weeks ago for AVN and InterNEXT. Or maybe Portland or Seattle when the weather warms up a bit more. Even Dallas or NOLA. Hell, I’ll drive to D.C. just to visit the National Gallery this summer. I need a roadtrip so badly.
But then an hour before setting out for Hollywood Forever I realized that my mini Reviewervan, the Safari, had yet to be smogged and tagged for 2018, and it was the day before it was due and when the registration fee would go up. I’d been lagging. So I opted to try and get it to pass smog and then registered at a place where I can do both and pay extra for the tag before trying to make it to the show 100 miles to the north in Hollywood. On a good night I can make it in an hour and a half to the Rainbow bar,
I eventually foregoed the ride to stay in town and take care of this detail. My van needed work. I’m so responsible.
No refund I guess on the ticket I bought. I’ll just consider it a small donation to the cause of women in Hollywood’s Secret Underground Society Of Hotties.
Plus there’s that photo of Kayden Kross, omg. Kayden Kross. So obscenely hot. That sly smile, that turned ankle, that blonde hair and perfect skin… ungh.
Due to our weather and fine economy San Diego and Southern California’s wedding season is all year long.
words and photos by me, Reviewer Rob
As you may know, dear reader, we here at Reviewer Magazine will do pretty much anything legal for money. If you can be paid decently to do it and and not get in trouble, then hey, this is 2017 and we’re all about meeting those bills.
I began shooting photos in my early twenties back in the late-1980’s and was asked to shoot weddings from the start. Over the last ten years I’ve elevated my event coverage and portraiture to world-class levels and include wedding packages that combine artistry and journalistic techniques in a very unique style.
I’ve had mild but persistent migraine headaches since my late teens. They’d usually start upon waking in the morning but end as soon as I’d get out of bed and have coffee. I used to get them throughout the day too. They’d exist as a kind of background noise when I was tired or under stress. One day in my late twenties I discovered taking an analgesic stopped the low-grade throbbing pain, but you can’t live on Motrin or Tylenol, and I learned to self-medicate with alcohol instead. It’s more social. Then over the years I started gradually having my deteriorated silver fillings replaced with crowns. As you know, dear reader, silver amalgam was a popular form of dental treatment for 150 years up until the 90’s or so. Looking back, this is when my daytime headaches began subsiding. It was in exact concurrence with the gradual removal of the amalgam. Recently I had my last silver filling drilled out and porcelain set on the molar. I’m sure there’s a slight chance it’s a coincidence but the next morning I woke up headache free for the first time in a while, and I haven’t had a morning migraine since. Looks like that girl I was seeing when I was 26 and living in Mission Beach was right. Having me open my mouth for a closer look she told me to have those silver fillings taken out and I’d feel better. I thought it was weird at the time, but I should have listened to her.
So I went to Aiken, South Carolina, last August to see the total solar eclipse and it was sunny the whole time except for the hour before, during and after the eclipse event. That’s when it clouded up as if on cue. The clouds kind of broke up a little bit during the peak eclipse moments, and when it got darkest out all the night-time insects in the woods began chirping, buzzing and chirping at once in a cacophonous chorus of nocturnal alarm.
That was cool. But still, the sky could have been clear, or at least clearer.
I was originally planning a trip to see the event in Eugene, Oregon, and had even booked a hotel room there as a launching pad to drive out to Salem where the path of totality was expected to be fullest. Then I remembered I had a nephew on the East Coast and change my travel plans. Word is that the Oregon sky was cloudless. So it goes.
Below is one of the photos from Aiken as the sudden drop in temperature caused the afternoon thunderhead to thin out. Heavenly objects in alignment!
“There is no art without magic, and there is no magic without art.”
story and Reviewer TV video by Reviewer Rob
As you may know by now, dear reader, I have a thing for shooting art nude photos and video. The females that model for these are by definition exceptional but sometimes you meet one that distinguishes herself from the rest. Hannah Haddix is one such distinguished woman.
I had originally come to know of this art model and performance artist from her work as a magus in the Coyotel Church, a Seattle religious organization that she describes unashamedly as a “cult” and because she was posting nude art photos of herself on Facebook of all places from rituals in this cult.
Sometimes you meet an art model who is more than a pretty face and body. You find out they know some interesting things that you don’t. This woman is such a unique figure.
Hannah is actually quite a teacher-type and was very generous with her knowledge of “sex magic” (sex magyk?) and while driving on the Pacific Coast Highway through Los Angeles County from Malibu to Santa Monica between art-video shoots she was willing to describe the proper ceremony ritual technique for Reviewer TV (i.e. my camera).
Watch the videos and learn something, and if you want to see more of Hannah you can catch her on Facebook or at her new website, hannahhaddix.com.
Visiting the historic old mining town of the Wild West with our favorite cartoonist witch as your tour guide
story and pictures by Dame Darcy for Reviewer
February 12, 2017
Perhaps named for the killer bees whose honey is as infamous as it is delicious. They are sturdy little desert creatures with long creepy legs. They will take over any dwelling in a matter of days.
They can kill a 150-pound peccary, an indigenous feral pig that runs in the desert biting things with its huge fangs. And if you leave even a little watering can out in the yard the bees will nest in there. They’re the spirit animals of the locals: creative, resourceful, weird.
Bisbee is the real deal. Bisbee, Tombstone, Saint David, and the little border towns, these are the Sky Islands. My witch sister just moved here.
I feel nostalgic. And this is only my second time in Bisbee. It reminds me of Bone Idaho where I lived as a kid on a ranch in the 70’s and 80’s.
I think this is the appeal for my sister too. She used to live in Idaho but is Jewish and from Philly, L.A., and even India.
So she fits in well with eclectic Bisbee. In big sky country the view is epic. Swirling massive clouds forever.
You can see the snow on the blue mountains miles away then closer another layer of jutting red and orange rock formations with some cactus and scrub brush. A primordial Vista that hasn’t changed in millions of years.
A timeless capsule. In the 1880’s The reign of the Copper Queen exploded the red hills into massive steps to rival ancient Egypt, and with it exploded the population of Bisbee.
Once 150,000 it was a bustling town of miners, cowboys, of all kinds, White, Mexican, Native American, black, Jewish. Not to mention the strange cults still operating in secret to this day.
And the booming brothels to accommodate everyone and cheer things up. Fences made from Victorian bed frames abound in this place showing where the old West brothels were.
Sold as souvenirs, we found tokens used by the ladies. The cash register in the store is from the 1800’s and originally only went up to $10.
This shows what a deal the miners got when for “$3 all night you could screw 8 ladies including 2 squaws!” Quite a claim for the copper coins, and horrifying in so many ways. All I know is the miners had a lot of energy.
Then Bisbee went bust and typhoid fever broke out. Diminishing the population of Bizbee to 5000.
Now there are beautiful decaying Victorian doll houses , steps leading to no where, past an art deco statue of a handsome man.
The use of corrugated steel and Tiffany stained glass both used to build a charming janky home built on what was once an ancient Indian burial ground then a haunted whore house.
Also you can live in a home literally made from a cave with a hot water spring in your backyard. All on the same winding little road, paved with a mix of cobblestones from re-purposed brick.
The miners, cowboys, and probably ladies of the night (or early evening, Bisbee closes early) are still here!
Along with artists hiding out and selling local hand made everything to themselves and visitors.
Everything I’ve seen here is re-purposed, home grown, vintage or hand made. It’s like an Old West version of Cuba.
Old cars from the 30’s, 50’s, and 70’s are parked randomly next to the barber with a red and blue pole with the hand painted sign. Same goes for all the food, clothing, furniture, and everything else.
Art, music, and weirdos of every stripe and age live here or drift through town.
Vintage is worn by Everybody here. Ladies in prairie bonnets for reals. I met about half a dozen folks who own ranches.
My theory is it’s because so much vintage and Victoriana was left over that now it’s just the usual fare of the general population.
I once thought my style was Japanese Lolita and random vintage. But I now know it’s homemade couture and Victorian cowgirl garb of Tombstone, Arizona.
I’ve been in Bisbee a week. The weather during the winter is very erratic. Because of this is the desert temperatures have gone from 80 degrees in the day in early February to below 40 at night.
This is a dry heat. And I highly suggest visitors stay hydrated. Many of the locals are at the median age of 60 and although they are spry, svelte, and rocking amazing white hair very trendy with today’s millennials, they are dried by the sun.
Being raised in the high desert of Idaho it’s a familiar feeling. Though one I will admit I had forgotten.
It’s raining now. And the sound of the rain on this large 100 year old house is very soothing. There was snow on Christmas and no other day.
The man who built this house was murdered in a water balloon fight across the street at the biker bar. And this house is haunted by him.
Basically he was a carpenter and transformed this beautiful old house into a duplex with skylights , stained glass, and interesting hardware.
It has its own cave under the Adobe veranda inlaid with ceramic Valentine hearts.
He died tragically, from a water balloon fight. Apparently, he was down the street when someone fired a water balloon from the balcony of what is now the art gallery into the biker bar.
A drunk biker came out of the biker bar, looking for the water balloon culprit. Seeing the carpenter the biker wrongly assumed it was him and stabbed him in the street. He died in 1980 and the place was full of bees until my witch sister moved in.
There were no maids to help her clean so she hired the local miners.
When I arrived in Bisbee my witch sister had her twin here visiting. They had met on the set of Carnival a decade ago.
My sister’s twin is a Hollywood actress and the daughter of a very unusual 60’s rock star. The reason they are twins and why they met is because Witch sister played the stunt double for the actress.
The role was a lady who was working as a carnival girl and ended up getting attacked by ghost miners.
My Witch sister is a fire eater, circus performing clown and contortionist. But now is a self made success story making hats and show girl facinators.
Hard core feminist as she is, she did a Jewish act during the Xmas season with a flaming menorah headdress. Also incorporating contortionist into her performance art act by eating light bulbs and lit up a florescent tube with her vagina.
Anyways she was the stunt vagina for the actress who in the Showtime TV series flipped upside down naked on stage before running off right before she got attacked by Ghost Miners.
Now seeing the two of them together in this ghost miners setting as a reunion location is two perfect. #twinning & #winning
When they drove me in the convertible to the border of Mexico in their identical floppy black hats and sunglasses I felt like I was in some wild West version of a Fellini film.
I was referred to the Mexico dentist by my friend Mark Hosler who invented the experimental music group Negativland.
The cost of a crown quoted to me in Savannah is $1200-$2600. And I needed 2 crowns and a filling totaling $6000.
In Mexico I got the work done for $1200. Total.
So the other main reason I came to Bisbee is to get my dental work done over the border in Mexico at a fraction of the price in America.
That is if you can handle parking in back of the Walmart, walking about 5 blocks up the long dusty path by the freeway through the border, and wait on the other side where all the signs are in Spanish.
The adorable young lady dental assistant came to pick me up in a little beat up 90’s Mazda. But Dr. Tostado does amazing work and has a beautiful fountain in the reception area.
I needed 2 days of 5 hour jaw bending and needles in my face to take care of the crowns and fillings.
Dr. Tostados dental work made my teeth look amazing and perfect. All porcelain! No metal mercury fillings for this Bitch!
Finally i had to go to Mexico to get my dental work done right with my new white privileged teeth. Because I certainly can not afford American white privilege.
Anyways, the toothless locals of Bisbee need to get hip to Dr. Tostado. He’s only a 20 minute drive away. If I lived here i would seriously go to Mexico once a week until all my teeth had glimmering veneers and every little flaw was fixed.
In Bisbee about a third of the population lives by squatting for free in the abandoned chipping Victorian doll houses and caves.
Then they eat for free every day where gourmet organic vegan meals are served in the court yard in front of the stock exchange. So they really should take advantage of the fact their busking money could easily fix a filling or two.
Dr. Tostado is a kind and patient dentist who apparently is also a nice landlord. Said the lady who I bought home grown squash from I met at the farmers market who rents from him.
I was showing off my new teeth there and apparently Everybody in town knows my dentist. He also owns a cattle ranch.
Dr. Tostado’s dental work comes highly recommended by yours truly. It’s much better than the work of Dr. Burrito, Dr. Gordita and Dr. Nachos. Though equally delicious.
Then we went to see Adam Ant in Tuscon. But that part of the story is so epic and emotional, that it needs its own whole other lengthy tome. Besides, it took place in Tuscon which is nothing compared to Bisbee.
Now the stars are out, the full moon lights up the gully. I shut my eyes and still see the endless sky as a owl echos in the distance. The dream of Bisbee is the same as the reality of Bisbee, epic and endless.