More Pegleg Memories

Pegleg's sister, Leila, just sent me these two pictures of him from an earlier time. What a FOX. Please forgive me, Gene, for posting these, but I just can't help myself. I hope you don't mind. I also hope any old pals of yours who stumble across this spot where my brain-droppings land will get in touch so we can swap Pegleg stories.

And Another One Bites The Dust - Dammit

Oh, Pegleg, my PAL - Capt'n Flicks - master of the video-capture, edit, and post - Road Warrior emeritus - sage, wit - true friend to those who earned and deserved it, fierce opponent of injustice wherever you met it; you brought so much joy and enlightenment to my life. Whatever shall I do without you? There was not a subject upon which you could not offer insight. And nothing was so awful you could not find some humor in it - even your own dreadful battle with the so-called medical care system. I guess you just got tired of messing with it. I can understand that. But, oh, I shall miss you so much.

Gene Hansen, known on the web as Capt'n Flix, was known to me, and a host of his pals, as Pegleg. He chose this nickname because of his injured leg that caused him constant pain. I met him on MySpace. He collected the "G-rated" clips of my flims and put together a YouTube page for me. He also compiled them into a CD and created the packaging for it which you see in this - the most current photo of him that I have.
He asked to read my manuscript before it was a book. He like it so much, I asked him to write a short "review" for the "pitch page." He did, and I'm very proud to have it there. If you haven't seen it, you can in the book's preview - go to page 3.

I know he's now tearing down the open highways of the next coil.
And I'm sure that he and another biker buddy of mine, Mike Cirigliano, who made the leap last June 11th, have or will meet up and discover they have a mutual friend in Georgina.

Big Thrill - Interview for the CBC

Big Thrill
Last Saturday (11/8) I met the amazing Raymond Saint-Pierre, a noted war correspondent who, with his cameraman, Sylvain Cordanguay, was in a tank that was blown up in Iraq a year or so ago. The CBC sent them to ask me how technology had changed the porn world - like I, who have trouble using a cell phone, would know. We spent the morning talking about just about everything else. I'll let you know as soon as they let me know when and where the interview can be seen. They said it would be near the end of this month. Be still my heart. What makes Frenchmen so sexy? Is it the accent?
That's me, getting the
garden looking good for
my honored guests.

Book Orders from Afar
Good grief. The Internet constantly amazes me. Requests for signed books are coming in from Europe, Australia, and even (just yesterday) from Brazil!
I know there have been many different "procedures" tried at Lulu to facilitate these requests and I apologize for the confusion. If you want a signed book, email me at georginasworld@gmail.com. The book costs $18.50. I'll let you know the shipping costs depending upon where it's going.

Book Readings
If you have a favorite book store that might be interested in having Georgina Spelvin in the flesh read passages from The Devi Made Me Do It - her spicy, pithy, memoir - please let me know how to contact them.

Our Pal

Annie Sprinkle just sent me this picture of Jerry - taken the day after his big birthday bash.

Long Live the King - Gerard Damiano

Jerry's son, G Rock, called me last night to tell me the greatest director of sex films ever had hopped that luxury express to Paradise. Boy am I glad his kids threw that great party for his 80th birthday last August and I got a chance to hug him and kiss that sweet face one last time. Thank you G Rock and Christar and beautiful Barbara, ex-wife and still best friend for all those years. I know you're gonna miss him, as will we all.
(Pictured from left, Ms. Annie Sprinkle, Ms. Veronica Vera, Mr. Damiano, Ms. Spelvin.)

Sex is Alive and Well in San Francisco

I'm sure that comes as a big surprise.

The operative word here is WELL. I found a community of serious scholars, dedicated to the preservation of their freedom to explore the subject of sex on an academic basis. Many were therapists. Many were couples. All ages (over 18) were represented. I was humbled by the recognition and homage paid to the antique vehicle that rocketed me from oblivion to unanticipated notoriety in 1974: that enduring porno, The Devil in Miss Jones.

Oh Annie, Annie, Annie Sprinkle, my beloved Mermaid. How can I ever thank you adequately for instigating and facilitating this trip?
The stores: Good Vibrations (on Valencia Street in San Francisco, and in Berkely), and Jennifer Islas' wonderful, fanciful, emporium in San Rafael, Pleasures of the Heart, were clean, spacious, and tastefully appointed. My heartfelt thanks to Jennifer. And a big thanks to the amazing Carol Queen, who not only set up readings at the Good Vibration stores but a great screening, reading, and open forum at The Center for Sex and Culture - sort of a porn museum. Another such venue exists at the Institute for Advanced Study of Human Sexuality. My thanks to Dean Howard Ruppel for hosting me there for a reading and lecture. If you were present, I would welcome your comments and critiques at my email address georginasworld@gmail.com. And, of course, if any of you who purchased a book (which was, thankfully, just about everybody) have had a chance to read through it, and have any questions or comments, I would love to hear from you, as well.

A special thanks goes to David Nahmod who got me to every gig on time and managed to give me a grand tour of the most fascinating city in the world inbetween gigs. He even managed to talk Henry Tannenbaum of KRON-TV into interviewing me. Henry confessed that he had never met a porn star before. That's hard to believe in that town, but I do - believe him. He strikes me as a totally honest man. AND an utterly charming one, at that. I was surprised that he was willing to interview me and promote my book, The Devil Made Me Do It. The appearance on his show Saturday morning brought a slew of interested parties into the lecture that afternoon and many more to the reading/signing event that evening at the Good Vibrations store in Berkley (2504 San Pablo Ave.) Though I didn't clock it that closely, I think just about everybody who came to a reading bought a book! Well, that was the idea, of course. Many, many thanks.

The highlight of the trip was having my co-star from The Dancers, Howie Gordon (Richard Pacheco) materialize in the shadows at the back of the auditorium during Saturday afternoon's lecture. What a great blast from the past! Fortunately, I had a disc with me of clips from old movies and our big scene was screened. He then appeared again at the bookstore that evening. Bless his heart, he sat through the reading a second time, then took us to his house - which is a work of his visual art. Jeremy, his wife, had been right on the set during the shooting of his and my sex scene, incidently, was as welcoming and warm as she had been when I met her that day long ago. What an amazing woman. She's been in practice as a family and children's therapist for years. Their oldest son was a babe in arms the day we first met. Their third and youngest, now a grown young lady, was down with a cold, but we got to say hello from a distance. After ogling open-mouthed at the wall to wall, floor to ceiling (and all over that), array of his creations, we were treated to a great Mexican dinner at a nearby restaurant. It was the best topper to a grand time anyone could have ordered.

On To San Francisco

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