Writers Wanted

I’ve decided I’d like to feature and promote other writers on phicklephilly. I have one running now once a week but I’d like to help other bloggers promote their blogs and get more followers.

Do you write about something really unique? It doesn’t have to be like my blog. “Dating and Relationships.” But that would be a plus.

I want all voices, all races, and all genders. 2019 could be a game changing year for us all.

Love, Sex, Erotica, Health, Movies, Art, Music, Lifestyles, etc. Comment on this post if you think you’ve got something I could share. I think we should mix it up and have some really interesting content that my readers and your readers will love.

I have one great lady’s blog already scheduled for every week in 2019, but let’s get some more writers on here and build our following together!

 

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Ambria – Chapter 10 – Matinee Day – Part Two

I have the tickets. I’m ready to roll. I don’t want to see this film at 4pm. Uber, be earnest in your trek.

I go outside and smoke a cigarette because I’m stressed. I can’t be late for anything, especially not a film.

I’m out there standing in the courtyard looking out on 2nd street. There is a tap on my shoulder, and it’s Ambria. She’s here!

I grab her and usher into the theater. The girl tells us the movie is just beginning but we can go in now. We scramble town the dark hallway and into the theater.

“Tonight on Dealbreakers”  I say.

Ambria gets a fit of laughing because she gets the joke. The bit I just said is my father talking. It means, if you are late for a film I may dump you and date someone else. But I’ve done it in an ironic sarcastic way, and baby loves it. This way Ambria is such a good match for me. I can rip and she is tantalized by my jokes. She gets it and giggles for 10 minutes straight.

I climb into the darkness to find some seats in the back. There’s 5 people in the theater and I love it so much. I love film and cinema so mush when I am in a theater and It’s empty I am so turned on.

It’s quiet. You can sit wherever you want. No children. Empty. Just that beautiful presence in the dark that unfolds before you and who you’re with.

A handful of film lovers or old people who will remain quieter during the film. No cell phones. No texting. Just watch a big beautiful movie in a theater and feel the power of the art in the darkness. It’s glorious. I wanted this with Ambria.

She loves it. She’s ready. We’re up in the back. I don’t know what this film is about bit I don’t care. It’s Monday. Everybody is at work hating their lives and we are about to watch a great film together and we’re off.

Off.

Off is so good. She’s so sorry she was late and I’m a very forgiving because I like her and it’s not her fault and she killed herself getting down here. I ask her if she wants anything. she says she has some sort of spicy crunchy snacks which is awesome if you’ve snuck chow in. she asks me I’d want anything and I tell her I would love a small popcorn with extra butter and a medium diet coke. I’m checking and wondering and she says she’s going to get it.

I tell her it’s ok but she insists because she says she was late and I paid for the tickets. Ambria is so hot I don’t give a shit about any of that. But… greasy buttery popcorn and soda would be pretty awesome right now.

she insists and goes to the snack bar. I sit back and try to absorb ‘ My Cousin Rachel” (Great movie by the way)

Baby returns with a small buttery bag of popcorn, a medium dite Coke which is so huge I can’t lift it and a straw and napkins. I’m going to go ahead and say good girlfriend at this junction.

If you’re having any doubts about Me Cousin Rachel, let me tell you the film is amazing. Great story that will leave you guessing. So good you’ll watch it and not molest your date during it.

After the film we walked up to Market street and I showed her the Independence Beer Garden. Best beer garden in the city.

Check it out: http://www.phlbeergarden.com/

Yea… it’s God.

I showed it to her but didn’t want to hang.

Don’t worry, I’ll meet up with her there in the next episode.

The weather wasn’t murder so we walked back to center city to find a cool spot to stop.

Of course we stop at Square 1682 on a Monday, because my boy Roman is there and I know we’ll be secured. I of course go with chardonnay with a side of ice and Ambria goes with something from the cocktail list that is light.

We’re tight at the bar, chatting, laughing and talking to Roman. But when she had to go to the Ladies room, I had the opportunity to show her where is was. We went up the back stairs that brought us two the second floor. I took her into the front banquet room which is empty and dark. This is was just an opportunity to make out with her like a teenager.

I knew it would it would be empty and quiet an I knew I could rip into my love.

Her lips are that of a girlfriend. Her tongue of a lover. Yt’s like our mouths were made to kiss each other.

I can’t get enough of her. Ambria is hungry and ready, I know I have to wait. But the kettle is about to explode.

 

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Ambria – Chapter 9 – Matinee Day – Part One

“Everyone wants that which retreats from them.”

I finally was able to make a date with Ambria to go to the movies. We’ve been trying for a bit but mitigating factors have intervened and kept us apart. But we’ve worked out the staffing issues at the salon for the moment.

Ambria works at the hospital Saturdays and Sundays, and I work at the salon Sundays so it’s hard to meet up. But I like this new world where I am in complete control. My time is limited and valuable with my girls. My female friends crave brunch and drinks with me, my male friends are lost without me and my girlfriends are clawing at the door.

I couldn’t be in a more valuable position. I love the demand. My time is limited for the first time in my life and the key to an exciting social life is being unavailable. You give them a time and a date, and they snatch it like a worm on a hook. Everyone wants that which retreats from them. It creates value. I’ve been taught in all of my sales jobs to sell the value. I don’t really have to do that anymore. The value is me and my time is limited. Give them a good show and they’ll crave more, and keep coming back to all of your shows and buy all of your albums.

Ambria and I are going to the movies for the first time. She loves film and so do I. Turn me on, dear. Well done. We agree on a film. My Cousin Rachel. I have no idea what it’s about. I threw a few choices her way, and that’s the film she chose. I’m good with that. It’s a Ritz theater showing so I know it’ll be cerebral. I don’t care. It’ll be good. I love anything the Ritz theater does.  Always art. Always a quiet theater. extremely comfortable chairs that recline. The staff is nice and love the art. No children. Ambria hates children and so do I. I have a beloved daughter, but I never took my crying daughter on an airplane or to a movie theater. Lorelei has always been chill and a delight. She doesn’t count. My theater major and four octave soprano respects art and theater. Boom!

We text the day of and it’s on. I’m looking forward to seeing Ambria. She’s a beautiful delicious baby, and on this hot June day, I look forward to giving her kiss in the back row like a teenage boy.

My daughter Lorelei had ordered some hair extensions that weren’t the right kind, so she asked daddy if he would take them to the post office and return them for her. Of course he said. She’s my beloved.

So I do that, and take a picture of the picture of the package going back to Seattle so she can get new platinum hair. Whatever baby wants. I know my way around the Post Office. I walk down 16th Street and head to Market Street after I send the Parcel off.

I’m waiting for the bus to Old City with a singular Muslim girl and a nice looking black couple. The 33 bus arrives and I step on and drop my token in the box. I always greet the driver as I have since riding the bus in the late Seventies going to high school in Philly.

The bus is packed and I cling to the metal bars rather than the hanging straps because in middle age I no longer have the upper body strength to swing in the aisle. I look at my watch and I know I’m cutting it close. Normally, I’m at the theater 15 minutes before the film starts out of respect. But I’m on a bus heading east on Chestnut Street and there is so much traffic.

I’m getting nervous, but I know she’s on a train coming down, and Amb has been on point so she won’t blow it and I’ll be there 10 minutes before the goddamn previews start. Again, it’s a crisis for me because I must always be early for films.  I’m standing on the bus. like all busses it empties out as it reaches its destination. I grab a seat. But still sweating and panicking about the clock. I’ve cut this too close. Not cool. I’m the clock guy. I have to be early and settled for the art to start!

I hop off the bus at 2nd and Market and head south on second street to the theater. It’s between chestnut and walnut back in a little area that no one would ever find. I hope to God Ambria didn’t go to the wrong theater. But she’s a really smart girl who does her research on ever date we go on so I’m confident she wont fail me.

I’m stressed.

I never want to be the guy going to the theater late. Ever. My father taught me well but I am obsessed. I text her I’m there. it’s 12:50.

I buy the tickets for “My Cousin Rachel”.  It’s so dead that the box office isn’t even open. It’s just a fat kid behind tha snack counter that generated my tickets . He’s really sweet and we chat about my situation. I tell the boy that my date is on her way.

Her train was 30 minutes late and she is now in and UBER en route to the theater. We are in crisis mode and I ask the fat kid if she blows the showtime, can we use these tickets for the 4pm show. He smiles and says yes. I love that kind of flexibility.

I’m on the phone with Ambria and I calm her. She says she loves the sound of my voice which I find hot but I want baby down here now. She’s doing her best and pushing hard and I think we can make it. But I like Ambria so much I would let her blow it and we can go to the 4pm show and I’ll be fine with it. She’s so beautiful and sexy I’ll make an exception for her.

Beauty always wins with me. The boy tells me that the show starts at 1pm but there are 10 minutes of previews so if she gets here at 1:10 we can still make the show.

Come on Ambria. Get here.

 

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phicklephilly – Making Some Changes

Based on traffic and readership I may shift posts a bit this week. Just to see how it works. It could be a total fail but based on some data I’m going to try a couple of different release times. Please bear with me. Things could get better or worse. I’m just trying this.

I’m hoping it makes it easier for you all to view my content. Let me know if it’s easier/better!

Than you!

 

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Tales of Rock – David Bowie and the 15-Year-Old Girls

The surprise news of David Bowie passing Sunday night caught everyone off guard, and there has been a massive outpouring of emotion and support for a man whose music and art touched many (New Times has published two such pieces). Those tributes are well-deserved. Bowie leaves behind an incredibly diverse and impressive body of work, and he has inspired millions. David Bowie was many things — rock ‘n’ roll hero, queer icon, fashion superstar, a man unafraid to make daring artistic choices. He was also the type of man who, in his mid-20s, allegedly would sleep with two girls not old enough to drive themselves to his hotel.

Consider the story of Lori Maddox and her friend, Sable Starr.

In her teens, Maddox (often spelled “Mattix”) was known as Lori Lightning, a barely post-pubescent model who became known as a groupie in Los Angeles’ Sunset Strip nightclub scene. Raised by a single working mother with little time to care for Maddox, Maddox befriended a girl her own age, Sable Starr, and the two would eventually go on to party with just about every major rock star that came through LA. Most famously, Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page kept Maddox as a hidden girlfriend for two years while she was underage.

But before Page, there was David Bowie.

Maddox has repeatedly said in interviews that she met Bowie as a young teen and he asked her up to his hotel room. She was 14, and Bowie was in his mid-20s. Afraid, she declined. But five months later Bowie again propositioned her, and she and Starr went to his room.

Maddox has since told the story several times, including once for a VH1 documentary that curiously omitted her age at the time, but she most succinctly told it to Thrillist just a few months ago.

Next time Bowie was in town, though, maybe five months later, I got a call at home from his bodyguard, a huge black guy named Stuey. He told me that David wanted to take me to dinner. Obviously, I had no homework that night. Fuck homework. I wasn’t spending a lot of time at school anyway. I said that I would like to go but that I wanted to bring my friend Sable. She was dying to fuck Bowie. I figured that she would sleep with him while I got to hang out and have fun.

So the two girls went to Bowie’s hotel, where, according to Maddox, she had sex with Bowie, which later turned into a threesome with Sable.

We got to the Beverly Hilton and all went up to Bowie’s enormous suite. I found myself more and more fascinated by him. He was beautiful and clever and poised. I was incredibly turned on. Bowie excused himself and left us in this big living room with white shag carpeting and floor-to-ceiling windows. Stuey brought out Champagne and hash. We were getting stoned when, all of a sudden, the bedroom door opens and there is Bowie in this fucking beautiful red and orange and yellow kimono.

He focused his famously two-colored eyes on me and said, “Lori, darling, can you come with me?” Sable looked like she wanted to murder me. He walked me through his bedroom and into the bathroom, where he dropped his kimono. He got into the tub, already filled with water, and asked me to wash him. Of course I did. Then he escorted me into the bedroom, gently took off my clothes, and de-virginized me.
Two hours later, I went to check on Sable. She was all fucked up in the living room, walking around, fogging up windows and writing, “I want to fuck David.” I told him what she was doing and that I felt so bad. Bowie said, “Well, darling, bring her in.” That night I lost my virginity and had my first threesome. The next morning, there was banging on the door and it was fucking [Bowie’s wife] Angie. I was terrified of her. David said not to worry about it. They were already at the point where they had separate rooms. She probably knew he’d be in there with girls… or boys. He was totally bisexual. I saw David many times after that, for the next 10 years, and it was always great.

So far as I could find, Bowie has neither confirmed nor denied Maddox’s account of that night, and there don’t seem to be any pictures of Bowie and Maddox. That said, Maddox’s relationship with Page, which — again — began when she was 15, is universally accepted as fact by now. Rolling Stone even confirmed it. Getty Images has archived photos in which Page drapes an arm around an obviously juvenile Maddox.

And to be fair, Maddox has not once indicated that she found the experience traumatic, though the encounter under today’s laws would be considered statutory rape. Quite the contrary, in interviews in the past few years, Maddox seems joyous retelling the story. Thrillist asked her point-blank if she saw any problem with how Bowie, a powerful older man supplying young teens with drugs and alcohol, slept with her that night.

“I was an innocent girl, but the way it happened was so beautiful,” she replied. “I remember him looking like God and having me over a table. Who wouldn’t want to lose their virginity to David Bowie?”

She later added, “I feel like I was very present. I saw the greatest music ever. I got to hang out with some of the most amazing, most beautiful, most charismatic men in the world. I went to concerts in limos with police escorts. Am I going to regret this? No.”

Of course, statutory rape laws are in place for a reason. And it’s up to Maddox to define whether her sexual encounter with Bowie was traumatic. Many have dismissed Page’s and Bowie’s actions as par for the course for famous rock stars, dirty misdeeds overshadowed by their contributions to the pop zeitgeist. Many are crediting Bowie’s being an androgynous role model with saving the lives of queer children worldwide. Statutory rape seems destined to be a footnote in Bowie’s legacy, because maybe that’s how we as a society evaluate our famous people: We don’t let singular acts overwhelm the legacy. We measure people’s value by what they contribute to society, and if a man happens to act unethically on the way to selling millions of records and being an overwhelmingly positive force in the lives of millions, so be it.

 

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