A classic Ed Fox photo, capturing the whole model, but starring the feet.

Ed Fox, one of the marvelous photographers who has exhibited work in the Speakeasy Gallery, has just released his first book, Ed Fox: Glamour from the Ground Up, edited by the living legendary Dian Hanson, published by Taschen.

Back in pre-HBO days, Ed helped with lighting a few of my TV shows, participated in a couple of our world-famous Foot Fetish Salons, and displayed some of his awesome photography in our gallery.

With Sara Sioux at Taschen Book Party for Ed Fox… Photo: George

So last week, I ventured out of the Speakeasy and met up with Sara Sioux Robertson for Ed’s book party at the elegantly kinky Taschen Bookstore on Beverly Drive.

Congratulating Ed … Photo: George

Ed is a brilliant, very original, erotic glamour photographer, and the book looks like an awesome compilation of his work thus far. Since he is a devout foot fetishist, most of his photos include sexy feet, shot in numerous fetishy, provocative ways. But unlike so much foot fetish photography, Ed’s photos don’t obsess over the model’s feet. Feet are just a part of the whole picture, an important part, but there’s so much more…

Ed Fox at wor

Most of Ed’s work celebrates the whole erotic woman, from her pretty head to her twinkling toes.

Sara and I talk with Ed about his HOT back cover… Photo: George

His photos are striking, sometimes electrifying studies in light, movement, whimsy, audacity and sensuality. They are also incredibly hot. Sara finds them “raw.”

Publisher Benedict Taschen

Ed was one of the first photographers to shoot Dita von Teese (who also appears in our Bettie Page section of Dommes & Hollie), as well as Valentina Vaughn, Tera Patrick, Brittany Andrews, Jill Kelly, Kelly Madison, Temptress, Tall Goddess, Aria Giovanni, Jewel De’Nyle, Belladonna, Terri Weigel, Penny Flame, Jenna Presley, and Ginger Jolie, all of whom appear in the book.

Dita Von Teese by Ed Fox

Ed Fox is a treat for anyone who appreciates the female form in action, and a must-have for the fetishist who doesn’t mind playing footsie with a whole woman.

Designed by Philippe Starck, the Taschen Bookstore is a great place to loosen up with literature… Photo: George

Mae Madness
HOOKER: A Beautiful Madness author and porn star Mae Victoria came over to the Speakeasy the other night for a sizzling RadioSuzy1 Interview, a few penetrating orgasms, and an evening we’ll never forget.

Mae rides the Monkey Rocker … Photo: Mar

We took calls and talked about how playing Queen Vashti in our recent Porn ‘n’ Purim Bacchanal had “changed her life.” Then Mae stripped down to nothing but her headphones in the RadioSuzy1 studio, and rode the Monkey Rocker (with a condom, of course), plus a little extra horsepower from a good old-fashioned Pocket Rocket, to two lovely, airwave-shattering climaxes.

Mae takes off with a Pocket Rocket on RadioSuzy1 … Photo: Mar

Mae was super-nova hot, attributing her high level of horniness to ovulation. “The egg has landed!” she declared with delightfully nymphomaniacal glee. Her fantasy was to be gangbanged by several hot studs. I offered her more dildos, but she wanted “real men, real cock.” She went on the hunt through the Speakeasy, eventually discovering several assorted Speakeasy boys in the commissary solemnly assembled around the dining table as if conducting a men’s support group meeting. With my approval, Mae interrupted this sober gathering by throwing her delectable self right on the table, with all the guys sitting around her, dumbstruck, as if Venus Herself had fallen from heaven through the Speakeasy ceiling onto the dinner table.

Mae lays herself on the table … Photo: Mar

Nevertheless, it didn’t turn into a gangbang, or even a bang. The one guy who was eager to do Mae right then and there turned her off. Even in her state of high horniness, she could be discerning, and just couldn’t stand the way this guy (who will remain nameless to protect his manhood) was drooling over her. “Don’t be so nice to me, Man-Boy,” she hissed while surveying the rest of the specimans.

Mae teases George … Photo: Suzy

The other guys didn’t drool, at least not in an obvious way, but they were all kind of nervous, for one reason or another, the main reason being that we were filming them. Mae loves the camera, and the camera loves Mae, and if she wasn’t going to have sex with these guys, she was damn well going to have sex with the camera, with the guys as “extras.” She sat on their laps, rubbed her bare boobs in their faces, bellydanced, tickled and teased them into a frenzy. She said she wanted a lot more than teasing, but though all were appreciative, none rose to the occasion.

Lust is Blind…Especially with Maes boobs on your face … Photo: Suzy

With a lesser woman, all this display might have seemed pathetic. But not with a dazzling burgundy-tressed, quick-witted sex goddess like Mae. Indeed, Mae was more than a goddess about the whole thing; despite the lackluster performance of the men in the room, she was charming, funny, honest (sometimes brutally), yet sweet and feminine. She may not have gotten gangbanged, but she did manage to seduce us all, again. And we could not stop talking about her for hours after she left.

I was glad to have at least provided Mae with the Monkey Rocker & Pocket Rocket … Photo: Mar

So next time Mae is in the mood for a consensual gangbang, I’d love to be able to “provide” one for her. This would not be a business transaction in any way, despite the title of Mae’s book (which, btw, is a fabulous read), just the realization of a fantasy for a very special woman who is becoming a friend. I’m not sure when or even if it will come to pass; all I’m saying is that we are taking applicants. Send a note to Mae@blockbooks.com, letting us know why you want to participate in Mae’s Speakeasy Gangbang (or possibly just one-bang) and whether you are prepared to provide recent STD test results and/or use condoms. Do attach a recent photo, and NOT just of your genitalia; Mae is interested in the whole man. Oh, and remember, like the revolution, this will be televised. Or at least, filmed and filed away in our humongous archive of unedited erotic cinema. So if you’re a governor or running for president, you might want to wear a mask.

The After-Mae After-Math: Everyone gets Condomania condoms for when Mae returns… Photo: Brandillio

Big Pharma vs the New American Pot Dealers
I received a house call from my doctor the other day. Well, one of my doctors. I have had a few since that little episode where I almost died last year. And yes, my doctors sometimes make house calls, at least with me, they do. If you had me as a patient, you’d make house calls too. After all, my house is the Speakeasy.

But this was the first doctor that’s ever visited me with an entourage. This was a medical show-on-the-road. This was Dr. Roger A. Barnes of the MediMar Clinic, retired anesthesiologist turned MediMar physician, with the ability to write prescriptions for medical marijuana. . With him came an affable guy carrying a printer, a lawyer who resembled a Creole shaman, and the business brains behind the operation, Nathan.

They don’t usually do house calls, unless you’re “housebound,” and though I rarely leave home, I’m hardly housebound. But when we described the Speakeasy to Nathan, he said the doctor would be over in a couple of hours. I thought it would be one guy, maybe two. But four guys? It was a MediMar team. Or actually more of a party.

First, Dr. Burke and I went into the bar and discussed my Near Death Experience, as well as a bit about my radio and TV shows and “what goes on here.” He took my blood pressure. I filled out a fairly standard medical questionnaire. We talked about sexology and hemp, why we both do what we do, to help people find the pleasures in life and heal the discomfort and pain.

While we chatted in the bar, Nathan talked on his cell, the guy with the printer set up the printer and the lawyer chewed the fat with the bonobos. Next thing I knew they were signing up people, printing laminated licenses to inhale. Not that they didn’t have legitimate ailments that sometimes require medication, but it was starting to feel like a membership drive. It was cool though; it’s a excellent cause. We the People should be entitled to make personal use of the healing power of hemp, just like we are free to take aspirin and grow our own organic tomatoes, without legal harassment.

With MediMar @ the Speakeasy Bar

We fed the MediMar team lunch, and let me tell you, working in the pot business must give you the munchies; these guys were hungry. Then damned if they didn’t fire up a big doobie right there of fine strawberry flavored ganja with some of that cool transparent organic rolling paper, to celebrate our first legal puff on a jay.

So here I was getting high with my doctor and his entourage, the New American Pot Dealers, except that they weren’t actually dealing pot. They were dealing in prescriptions so that law-abiding citizens can enjoy their pot without persecution.

We all gathered around in the commissary and talked about the joys of smoking Afghan, and the way William Randolph Hearst brought the Yellow Peril into our lives. Before that, our forefathers grew it as a crop like tobacco or corn. The Declaration of Independence and The Constitution are rumored to have been written on hemp paper (though other experts say it’s parchment). I would venture to guess these great documents were also inspired by the smoking of it. Don’t tell me Tommy Jefferson didn’t puff on a little homegrown, maybe to ease some ache or pain, in bed with Sally Hemings, while debating democracy with Alex Hamilton, or perhaps to loosen up a little writer’s block on that Declaration. And what could be wrong with that?  April Showers features Dr. Suzy’s Squirt Salon Star Annie Body: The Miracle of Female Ejaculation in Dr. Suzy’s Speakeasy 2008 Calendar.

The New American Pot Dealers are anathema to Big Pharma, the folks who freely dispense Prozac and Vicodin, but don’t want to let you heal your pain with a little herb. Why not? Because it cuts into their profits, of course. Pain is big business. Got pain? Whatever pain you’ve got – mental or physical – have they got a costly pharmaceutical for you.

Anyway, now that I’m legal, I just want to “come out” with my hemp smoking, to lend more personalized support to decriminalizing it. As long as we’re not hurting someone else, it should not be a crime to heal ourselves when we’re sick, or relax ourselves when we’re stressed, or inspire ourselves when we get writer’s block.

Thank God and Goddess that our laws are evolving. It’s happening a little too slowly for sick people who need medicine now, such as my friend with a rare form of cancer who has a Hawaiian medical marijuana license, which is great while he’s at home in Hawaii; the problem is that he can’t buy pot legally while he’s getting his treatments in California. Now how inhumane and ridiculous is that?

Change Is In The Air!… Photo: Georg

We’ve a long road ahead of us before full nationwide decriminalization. But Dr. Burke’s house call is a sign o’ the times. The New American Pot Dealers are on the rise. Change is in the air, and it’s intoxicating.