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THE BOOKS

Johns, Marks, Tricks and Chickenhawks

ISBN-978-1-59376-507-1

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Publication Date: April 16, 2013


Johns, Marks, Tricks & Chickenhawks: Professionals & Their Clients Writing about Each Other is the follow-up to Hos, Hookers, Call Girls and Rent Boys, the groundbreaking anthology that appeared on the cover of the New York Times Book Review. "Eye-opening, astonishing, brutally honest and frequently funny... unpretentious and riveting — graphic, politically incorrect and mostly unquotable in this newspaper." It is a unique sociological document , a collection of mini-memoirs, rants, confessions, dreams, and nightmares by people who buy sex, and people who sell. And because it was compiled by two former sex industry workers, the collection is, like its predecessor, unprecedented in its inclusiveness. $10 crack hos and $5,000 call girls, online escorts and webcam girls, peep show harlots and soccer mom hookers, bent rent boys and wannabe thugs. Then there's the clients. Captains of industry and little old Hasidic men, lunatics masquerading as cops and bratty frat boys, bereaved widows and widowers. This book will shine a light on both sides of these illegal, illicit, forbidden, and often shockingly intimate relationships, which have been demonized, mythologized, trivialized and grotesquely misunderstood by countless Pretty Woman-style books, movies and media. This is hysterical, intense, unexpected, and an ultimately inspiring collection will challenge your idea of who buys and who sells sex. Everyone in this book is someone’s brother, or mother, or father, or cousin, or uncle, or sister, or grandchild. When two people exchange sex for money a window to the soul opens. Come take a peek.

Pathos From A Mental Enema
by Jesus Acevedo, Jr.

ISBN-978-1-304-96216-4

 

Publication Date:  July 4, 2015

 

"Pathos From a Mental Enema" is subjective fiction with an avant-garde flair at times as a response to the absurd. A personal 'La Mancha' set on paper from setting one's own brain on fire.  I hope more than a cackle is exuded from your spirit as you read it.  I sure as hell put all I could into it during its formation and care not to reenter those trenches of thought anytime soon for fear of my sanity's dissolution.

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