Do The White Thing

7/24/01

Frequent l-keford.com contributor Johnny Scorpio (johnnyscorpio@hotmail.com), who used to write frequently for High Society magazine and other Crescent publications as well as other porn papers, writes in the current New York Press weekly:

I now live in Kenai, AK-"All-America City," the town's sign says. I moved here because I like being in a white environment; I like living among white people, and I like working-class white people; I think they are overall very decent people. Not that we're having cookouts together-I didn't really come here to socialize and make lots of friends. I just came here to live freely and not be bothered by crime and urban social problems.

I'm married to an Asian, but being married to an Asian woman is a typical white thing. White guys often get Asian wives-whether from being in the Navy, from overseas dating services or by going on trips to places like Bangkok and the Philippines. A lot of these girls are really charming and make great wives, and white guys know this, and take advantage of it.

My last place of residence was San Francisco; I met my wife there. We lived together there for about 10 years and then made the big move up here.

I was destitute when I first lived in San Francisco. I had to stay in homeless shelters or sleep outside. The homeless shelters, I'm sure, are better than the ones in New York. I lived in New York City for 13 years, by the way, existing on a hand-to-mouth level. I never quite had to rely on a homeless shelter. For years I worked as a street bookseller. Maybe you bought a book from me.

Anyway, the homeless shelters in San Francisco were pretty safe. There are staff and security people to help you. But the potential for danger is definitely there-especially if you're white. The shelters are full of mean black ex-cons, some white ex-cons and a sizable number of Hispanics (some ex-cons, some not). There are some blacks and whites (like me) who are not ex-cons, too, but guys without criminal records are the exception. You have to carry yourself like a man or you will get torn to shreds. Carrying yourself like a man doesn't mean acting tougher than you really are. Your phoniness would quickly be intuited and they would call your bluff. You don't act friendly toward others (except your friends), but you don't act hostile, either. You always say, "Excuse me," you don't step on someone's foot, you don't sit down in someone's chair. Any of those things can be cause for violence. You mind your own business. You don't speak unless it's necessary, unless you're talking to one of your friends.

I was able to survive the experience, get on my feet and move on to a better life. I worked as a bicycle messenger while living in a shelter. I applied for General Assistance (welfare) and got it. In San Francisco it only takes three weeks before you receive money, and right away they give you a voucher to stay in a hotel for one week.

I met my girlfriend (now wife) and moved in with her, in her studio apartment at 8th and Market Sts. I was elated to have a girlfriend and to live with her in an apartment. But we wanted to get out of San Francisco. She wanted a bigger place, maybe a place with a yard where we could have a dog. The housing in the Bay Area is unaffordable, and my girlfriend was lucky to have a good deal on her apartment (because she'd been there for six years); but downtown where we were, there are so many bums and crack addicts and drug dealers. They especially come out at night on Market St. You cannot walk there safely at night.

My girlfriend and I got attacked by a crazy black fellow (I feel justified in using the N-word here but I won't, okay?) when we were walking home with a pizza. He was standing on the sidewalk at 7th and Mission Sts. with his woman. I didn't know what hit me. It felt like a truck hit me. Because all I remember was everything went black and I was lying on the sidewalk, face down on the pizza box, and my head felt messed up. I really didn't know I had been hit by someone, or even what had happened to me. My girlfriend said, "He's the one who did it," and she pointed at a figure standing farther down the block.

Now I came to my senses and realized what had happened. He had unleashed all of his force on me, punching me in the side of the head, blindsiding me as we passed by him, walking home with our pizza. He did it out of pure malice, as far as I can tell.

The scumbag and his girl were standing down the block ahead of us, so we would have to pass by him again. My girlfriend walked toward him. "That was him?" I asked her. "He's the one who hit me?" She nodded. "Be careful, I think he's crazy," she said.

I confronted him. I said, "What was that about, guy? You hit me in the head? What did you do that for?" Then I punched him three times, boom-boom-boom, with my right fist as hard as I could in his face. He returned a punch, saying, "You wanna fight me?" Sounding surprised. I punched him again and his nose started spurting blood. He then grabbed me by my jacket collar and slammed me into a parking meter, then slammed me into the sidewalk. There were no more blows exchanged, just scuffling. My girlfriend tried to grab him and get him off of me. "Leave him alone!" she cried. He grabbed her and groped her tits and then smacked her face a few times. He took our pizza and threw it on the ground, and squashed the slices on the sidewalk. Then he stalked off with his bitch.

We called 911 from the nearest payphone. A patrol car came and I explained what happened. I could spot my attacker in the distance, lurking in the shadows of a building. I wanted to get in the police car and have the cops pick him up and arrest him. The cops didn't go for it. "Oh, he'll just run away before we get there, soon as he sees us coming," one said. Thank you, SFPD. I said, "He committed assault on me, didn't he? Is that just a misdemeanor?" They claimed it was and said the most they could do would be to write him a ticket.

"Do you know this neighborhood?" cop said. "You shouldn't be walking in it." We said, "Yeah, we've lived in the vicinity for a while and we were just getting a pizza." Cop said, "Next time get it delivered," and they cruised off in their patrol car.

It's beautiful in Kenai, AK. The housing is cheap, and work is available. We have a nice one-bedroom house, with two acres of woods around it; we have a wood-burning stove, five cats and two dogs, and a baby on the way. And being white here does not make me a target of racist violence. I've had more than my fill of big-city living, and I'm glad to get away from it all.

The Best Of Johnny Scorpio

Johnny writes Luke 8/8/00: "Here's something I'd like to see done in a porno, which I've never seen done before. Have you heard that expression, "I'd drink her bath water?" Well I'd like to see a girl in the bathtub (no soap, of course) and a guy dipping up a cup of her dirty water and drinking it down. That'd be a nice way to open a film, wouldn't it? Porn directors out there, you're welcome to use my idea."

Here are some other Johnny Scorpio emails I've received over the months we've corresponded:

Chaim [Amalek], you think you're such a "citizen of the world" because you live in New York. You ride the subway with niggers and spics--big deal!

Saw Devil in Miss Jones and Deep Throat over and over again because I slept one night in a Las Vegas dirty movie theater (age 19). In Times Square in the 70s when I was 15, I met a guy who took me to his place to show me dirty 8mm films, in case I wanted to buy any. He showed me one film in black and white (a group sex film), and one in color which was a girl masturbating with a salami and then getting f---ed by a grocery delivery boy. These were the first porn movies I'd ever seen. The guy had gay movies and wanted to show me them, and he wanted to blow me, and he also talked about kids performing in movies, but I said no to everything, except for buying the color film (five or seven dollars--I don't remember). I watched the film several times on my father's film projector, then threw it down the sewer.

Lisa, wives have to be taken care of financially? Can't it be fifty-fifty, if both partners are working? The girl is entitled to sit on her ass and watch TV, and screw the mail man while the husband slaves for her? In order for a guy to be eligible to marry someone he has to own a house? Any woman who expects all that has a very high opinion of herself? Do you think you are a goddess or something? Luke makes about 50,000 per year. That's not enough? Gosh, you are greedy.

Pat Riley is obsessed. I just skimmed his movie reviews, but he is obviously disturbingly obsessed. I guess that's a good trait for a reviewer. Pat has a day job? I was just wondering, because I know (from what I read here) that he watches an awful, awful lot of porn.

Jenna, get screwed. Big deal, you have to wait one or two days, or a week for your check. You make so much money, what difference could it possibly make? You act like you don't know where your next meal is coming from.

What about the conquistadores killing the Indians all throughout Mexico, cntrl. Amer. and S. Amer? I agree that most murderers are not regular church or synagogue goers, but I think the guy is right about catholic school students sometimes being wild. I don't know about jewish private schools, but I bet their students are pretty straight.

About what Beavis said: I think porn stars work harder than mainstream celebrity movie stars, who are so overpaid for doing almost nothing. Porn stars are at least taking their clothes off and doing nasty things for our enjoyment, so they do earn their paychecks.

Luke, thanks for posting Dr. William Pierce. Thanks for your comments that white nationalism is as valid as any other, and that if people want to live and work in a solely white environment they should not be considered "evil." Pierce is intelligent, and you will not read his comments in the censored mainstream media. Who cares if his PhD is phony?

Chaim Amalek writes Luke: Actually, my opinion of the world comes from earlier and much more varied experiences had elsewhere, about which I have never written a word to you, Luke. I readily acknowledge that my current home is in one of the most racially segregated - and SAFE -neighborhoods there is, with minimal "street level" contact between the races (not counting doormen, nannies, or servants). That's how Manhattan is these days. Very very segregated, both by race and by class. And the subways of New York are pretty safe these days, too.

2/6/01

Luke says: I was just reading the July 19, 1999 issue of Screw magazine which featured this satirical article by Johnny Scorpio about his days working at High Society magazine, owned by Carl Ruderman's Crescent. Here are some excerpts:

The vice-prez [Carmine Belluci] was a tall fellow named Guinea, and he wore a silk shirt, unbuttoned to show off a bunch of gold chains and his graying chest hair. He wore diamond pinkie rings on each pinkie and he spoke with a lisp...

When we filed out of Guinea's office, a weirdo wearing a bathrobe and pajamas almost ran me down, and didn't even say excuse me. He was unshaven and muttering to himself like a shizo; he reminded me of some nut you'd see feeding pigeons in the park. He walked into the VP's office and slammed the door.

"Who was that?" I asked Morty, our editor-in-chief [Ken Kimmel]. "Oh, that's Mr. Rutterman [Carl Ruderman]," he said. "He's the owner of the company. He's a little eccentric. He comes by every so often to see how things are going."

So now I was admitted into the inner circle of the porn magazine's hierarchy; I had gang-f---ed a chick with the vice president and the editor-in-chief. That's when I was invited to take part in a kind of Satanic virgin sacrifice hosted by the reclusive executive editor, a man with a shaved head who rarely left his office and was allegedly a High Priest in the Church of Satan (I'll call him Chuck). [It's Vivid's Bob Johnson.] It took place at Chuck's Park Avenue mansion. Chuck comes from money and just works in the porn field for kicks.

...Each guy chose a girl and proceeded to tear her clothes off, and once they were naked Chuck began uttering some cryptic incantations and dousing their bodies with goat's blood...

JohnnyScorpio@hotmail.com writes Luke: I worked for Crescent as associate editor of CHERI in '95-'96. I heard that Marc Medoff used to work there, and I know that he knows a lot about the business... He writes and takes photos for lots of men's mags, or at least he used to. (I read on your site that he has his own business now, dealing with photos and editorial material. I wasn't clear what it was. Does he supply men's magazines with material? Is he like an agent who receives photos and stories from others and he markets them?) Once I met Medoff when he was editorial director for Gallery and Fox--he interviewed me for a job but didn't hire me. I've written porn freelance for SCREW and others for about ten yrs. But I only heard gossip when I worked in the Crescent offices. I sat in meetings with Bellucci and Chew, and Ken Kimmel was my Ed-In-Chief, and Bob Johnson was Executive Editor of all the mags. I am still writing stories for Live Young Girls (a Crescent pub) but maybe that's over after this big shakeup at the company.

BTW, I met Seth Warshavksy. in Seattle when he flew me out there (from NY) to interview me for a vacancy for executive editor of Club Love (in '96). Scott Schalin (who used to be with Hustler) had the position and was leaving. Seth promised to hire me and I quit Crescent. But then he ignored my phone calls, leaving me high and dry, without a job, 'cause I quit as associate editor at CHERI. He hired someone else for executive editor.

Crescent had 200 employees when I was there, and editors there went to different mags at different companies. Rick Hall was managing editor of High Society. He went to Hustler's Leg World when they started it, and he was ed-in-chief. He's not there anymore, he left 1 or two yrs. ago. Mike McPadden worked at Crecent and he went to Genesis and was its managing editor. Then Genesis was sold to Swank about 3 or 4 yrs. ago, so everyone there lost their jobs. Originally, McPadden was an editor at Barely Legal, when that magazine was still pretty new. The art director of SCREW worked with McPadden at GENESIS, then he went back to Screw. So it's a lot of the same people working at different publications. McPadden wrote a bunch of porn scripts for Gregory Dark, too. I like the world of porn magazines, it's interseting. I currrently contribute articles and stories to a funky San Francisco sex newspaper called YANK. It' s sold in street boxes in the Bay Area for one dollar and 25 cents. Mostly it has hooker ads in it, but it also has writing in it. Does L.A. have something similar?

Four or five years ago Crescent started with the young girls mags, because they noticed that Barely Legal was selling really well. So they changed LIVE magazine to LIVE YOUNG GIRLS. Then they put out a few other young girl titles--purely 18, candy girls, finally legal. And like you said, lately I noticed that CHERI is doing hardcore and raunchy stuff, penetration and pissing. Do they sell that in Canada, I was wondering? I attributed it (the ever raunchier content) to their trying to compete with the Internet. From what you're saying, that High Society's sales figures are way down from five years ago, it sounds like this may be the last gasp of men's magazines. Do you think that they are going to die out before too long?

You're welcome for the Screw story. The sex part was just bs (mostly). The Japanese amateur girl was true, but I did not share her with the rest of the guys. Colleen I think was an ex-stripper, but she didn't give bj's to the staff. Screwin' the woman on the conference table was made up--but the ed's would get girls (potential models) to strip down in the conference room. Never heard of any actual banging on the table. A couple of parties they threw I went to were pretty good. One was a bachelor party, for the art director. Took place on a Saturday afternoon, in a rented space on East 14th Street (NYC). About a dozen porn chicks and models doin' lap dances, getting nude, doing lezzie stuff. But no out-and-out f---ing and sucking. Maybe some guys got a blow job, but I didn't. X-mas party had a girl named Bella (I think she uses the name Sasha Sweet in X-vid's) dressed as Santa claus, and I was dressed as elf. China Lee was there, and another familiar chick (can't think of ! her name). This party was in the office. The girls strip down, there's a band playing, etc.

Morty in the story is Ken Kimmel, who was ed-in-chief of CHERI for a long time. Mr. Ruderman--no, he didn't walk in with a bathrobe. He would drop in occassionally. Once I happened to ride up in the elevator with him. He seemed a little nutty. He was with this middleaged lady who is like his assistant or something. They were communicating through signals in the elevator.He was dressed all in denim garb--jacket jeans cowboy boots and hat. Maybe bolo tie too.

Guinea is Carmine Bellucci (VP--but while I was there he got his title changed to Sr. VP). David Bernstein is the guy who signs the checks (CFO).

Reclusive exec editor character is Bob Johnson. But it's not true that he came from money and was working in porn for kicks. While I worked there he lived in Staten Island. (That's one of the five boroughs of NYC, the most suburban one.) He was pretty nice to me. When I moved into a new apartment he gave me some furniture-- a nice couch, an ottoman, a lamp, etc. I went by his house on a Saturday when I moved and loaded the stuff into the moving van. He showed me around his house; his wife and daughter were out at the time. He actually wanted me to stay and hang out for awhile but I told him I should be going because I had hired a van and two movers and I was being charged by the hour. In his office at Crescent he had a framed certificate that said he was a priest in the Church of Satan. That Church of Satan thing was no big deal. He was a regular guy, it wasn't like he tried to project an evil character. He told me that Satanism is basically Social Darwinism. I read the Satanic Bible but put it down halfway through. It's a common sense kind of book, it doesn't have to do with casting spells and magic. I read Johnson's Anton LaVey article and thought it was pretty good. Johnson seemed smart about the magazine business. He was aware of the big picture I think. He was very good at coming up with catchy coverlines. He knew the finer points of punctuation--editors would ask him questions and he knew the rules. The comments he made in meetings were insightful. Originally he was editor of HAWK magazine. I think he started Hawk. I noticed one time that the H in Hawk on the cover of the mag had an eagle figure on it--the German eagle that the Nazi's used as an insignia. I pointed this out to Bob and he said, "That's scary--you're the first person who ever noticed that." I had nothing against Bob Johnson, I thught he was basically a good-natured guy. Others seemed to resent his position of authority (executive editor), and were perhaps jealous of his paycheck. When I was there he was getting $86,000. The Satanic party in the story is all made up.

The dildo sucking photo shoot in amsterdam was true--it's called the "CHERI SUCKATHON" and it was an annual feature (this was before they started showing hardcore) in which models sucked on dildos. This was Carmine Bellucci's idea. BTW, many of the photo sets come from Europe.

Luke, I got the word today that I cannot write any more freelance material for Crescent, the reason being that I wrote about them on your site. I didn't think I said anything so disparaging about them. I was also banned from writing for Crescent after that Screw Magazine article came out, but about one year later I was asked to write some stories again. If there are any porn magazine people reading this who want any stories or articles written, I can be contacted at: johnnyscorpio@hotmail.com

7/25/01: I'm doing great, Luke. Having a nice summer working in fish canneries here in Alaska. My wife and baby are fine too. I did not see NY Press article yet (the link on the web site didn't work) but I am real happy they used it. I'm thinking about writing a book about over the counter drugs (and other legal substances) you can use to get high. Been doing research on that subject since last winter.