#sleaze merchants

[grindhausu]

the gorgeous cave girls of Dinosaur Island 🦖

📷 The Sleaze Merchants (1995)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨 - ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰

[zombiegirl-blog]

I have absolutely no idea I am afraid.

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

Hello!! I’ve been really struggling to find affordable oop lesbian books, it seems like they’re all crazy prices and it makes me wonder if I’m looking in the wrong places.

If you had any tips and would be willing to share them I would appreciate it plenty!!

(Also merry late Christmas!!❤️❤️)

Merry late Christmas!!

So 100% so many of them are wayyyyyy overpriced. I will admit I’ve paid an embarrassingly hefty price on someone them (thank you Afterpay and PayPal pay in 4 ahaha) but I’ve also been super lucky to live near (sort of near lol it’s like over an hour and half via the train ) a second hand bookstore that had HEAPS of OOP lesbian books for $1. So that absolutely helped me and gave me an up.

I find looking on Facebook marketplace place really good. I got a whole haul of books from this older lesbian woman getting rid of her collection. So looking on places like that is always a good idea. EBay is a good place too for similar reasons, though they also have a lot of people up selling things. Sometimes instead of searching certain titles searching keywords like “gay, lesbian, vintage , old , lgbt , sleaze and pulp” can get you some cheaper results. I got a massive collection of pulp because there was a charity place doing an auction for them on eBay and all in all it was pretty cheap aha.

Sites like thriftbooks, Abebooks etc can be a good place but it can be a long waiting game to one, get the book, and two have it be a reasonable price. I waited like 4 years for one book lololol.

Also check your local op shops / thrift stores and their online stores. I no joke got a copy of stone butch blues for like $5 or something off that.

I’m lucky in the sense that even if I’m not looking for a particular book I often just scroll through book sellers because it’s something that calms me down. So I’m on there a lot just looking and it leads me to finding treasures.

If you are from Aus (he might do international shipping I’m not sure ) this guy is super good for OOP gay books. Lots are super expensive but deals do come along !

Also world of books is also great.

I think mostly it’s just a waiting game to see if things are there.

If you are from Aus or NZ though you can DM me and I’ll give you my Depop link. I’m selling a couple lesbian books and a lesbian pulp on there.

I hope I was able to help a bit. Happy book hunting ! I hope you are able to find some good deals 😊 thank you for popping in, I hope you have a wonderful day ♥️

[oscarwetnwilde]

[Winnipeg Free Press, October 16 , 1995]

When one of his home-made cassettes falls into the hands of an impressed London talent scout, Jed finds himself exposed to the sleaze and corruption of the big-city music industry. Will he make it to Nashville before his new agent self-destructs on cocaine, crime and sex? That agent, Adrian Lynn, is played to perfection by James Wilby, despite Wilby's genteel reputation in Merchant-Ivory-type costume dramas like Howard's End. His blond Edwardian elegance has had a grunge overhaul with the addition of rumpled sleepover suits and a three-day growth of beard.

[starleska]

I remembered something you said, that you tended to like fellas with super iconic voices, and it just hit me a minute ago! How about the Merchant from RE4? The remake's is nice, but the original had a very distinct accent and hoarse kinda nice voice. Up your alley? 👀

ohoho this is a great suggestion, thank you sweetie!!! 👀👀 i've never played RE4, but i was just getting my weekly dose of James Stephanie Sterling's The Jimquisition and it seems absolutely hysterical. they start talking about The Merchant at 15:58!! the voice is. oh my god what is even going on there??? he's some weird blend between West Country, Cockney, Australian, and straight-up pirate 😂 having a listen to the comparison voice lines and honestly they're both awesome...you're right, the original is so gravelly and aggressive, but the remake has this smooth kinda sleaze to it...i'm a fan 😳 fantastic suggestion - let's allow this fella to percolate for a while, and i'll get back to you 😉 i already have a terrible crush on his buddy The Duke...perhaps this guy will just be a matter of time 😖

[eug3n362]

‘A sleaze merchant’: very credible witness- former attorney on David Pec...

[the-firebird69]

There's a couple more things to report they're fairly big they have a pretty good impact

-people are actually vagrants and bums and they've been living like that forever and they kind of enjoy just sitting around and crappy spots in nature and trying to hide and we will pull him in all the time doing it and it was the old people and we get all the information and we had surprised that we're green and then and the pseudo empire is doing it too they used to be the merchant marines the empire speak and they arrested these guys a lot for piracy and we're going to start going to town on them I can't stand them come f******

-another thing is we have a huge army it's a messing up in Georgia no they're missing it and they're not in Alabama and they're evacuating and that's what we want to talk about. We said this morning they're like 25%. That's about right and that would be the Macklemore lock no that's all the more luck and that's a low number because in the populace of Earth or higher but if you look at it in relation to off Island it was about right at 35% is actually a little high so now they're going and getting reduced and they are evacuating and it's no fun camping with them they're a bunch of assholes they burn so much firewood you can't breathe at all and they're half dead already and they do suffer brain damage and hallucinate I mean they're a bunch of winners they really are very very stupid people and this guy is saying you can hear him he can't he's a f****** loser and there's a lot of that going on just a whole bunch of f****** many p**** b**** f**** s*** sleaze ball low life belly crawling stuff and I'm insulted who cares he ignores it because everybody insults them they insult each other all the time they do it all day and night and they're disgusting right now we've seen the evacuation reach about 4% and John remillard wants him to say it's good and we don't care you don't do anything for him you're mean and everybody sees you doing it and they hate you for doing it any piece of s*** out of you after you leave is there a sleaze ball f****** huge f**** ass homo and yeah he can hear it

So at 4% they would drop it to 21% now it said 2% more this morning and it's increased people up north are leaving even Tallahassee and that area they're fed up with the invasion tired of people invading to the South and coming north and they have to leave you can't sit for a minute and there's no area to do anything in no work can get done and they have lost control of Florida and they're leaving they're they're going out and they are going to find another place to go to so our son is saying we should be rating his houses while he is out here and people are doing that while they see him sitting here. It's not us though it's a whole bunch of other people and they're taking his rigging out but that's 21% left for the whole state in Charlotte county people are crushing in here some are leaving because they can't stand it anymore and they've witnessed probably about a few hundred of these waves several hundred and that's a lot of stuff to go through. There's a few other things he's selling the tires and the brand names are Chinese and he thought the tires were decent the nabi tires lasted a long time and they're telling Chao Yang he was impressed with it but he just doesn't want to ride on the nobbies and he might do it later but now he doesn't have the money and he was thinking of changing the tires out and he might get new tires and rims and even the motor and just put it on there but put a thousand watt and they're saying that's good and you know you figure out how to do it and fit it out for dirt biking and people think it's not a bad idea with him when you think he'll need 2000 and something other than his mountain bike so he's going to have to think about that but they're mad because they keep saying mean something and our son wants to sell the tires and says doesn't mean anything because you bunch of poor sons of b****** who can't buy four tires if someone saved your f****** life you're a bunch of pukes and you die so often it's impossible to do anything with you and it's true. These people are leaving any way they can no they have campers and they have cars at the same time a lot of them have RVs a lot of them like 50% almost and have trailers with cars that carry the whole thing and they put their stuff in the car and I waste too much but okay it's not bad and they head out and they do okay and they have to leave during the day if they leave now they go past Alabama they're fine it's still kind of packing there it's a little late in the day they say and they're getting ready for tomorrow morning so today will be about 3.5% and tomorrow will probably be 5% bringing it to 16.5%, and people will feel it here and all over they will not be able to get stuff they won't be able to heal very easily they're going to be yelling and screaming stuff and it won't do anything and yeah we're sick of this homo and it's homo son if he doesn't move so asking zigzag and we're going to get them out and we're going to try and do it

-he is and his wife

-there's other stuff to hear today and he thanks him for the tire it's on the way it's a wonderful tire is a little bit fat and he has to watch cornering when he's loaded up and stuff so he gets that and it's a nature of the type of tire but really it's not the greatest design but it is nice it is nice it goes fast and has deep tread you think that's true too cuz it is we are also going to try and get funding to our son using this horrifically huge maneuver to do it and we're hoping it won't continue that way it's ridiculous you're trying to put one guy in a pinch point is a waste of time they're saying it's all of our people and it's not they're insane we have other things going on but we're going to publish

Thor Freya

-we are pleased to help out there's a few things we can do I'm going to try and move them if we can't we're going to have to have a meeting cuz it should not be this hard

Zig Zag

We know it's very hard but they're right we're going to see what happens and it will be interesting

Olympus I'm trying to get in position and they can't and it's taking them forever and they getting clobbered right there in town and a lot of them it's just going to continue and so our son is going to sit there he says

[metalshockfinland]

MIDNIGHT Unleashes 'Nuclear Savior' Single

Photo by Hannah Verbeuren Cleveland’s favorite filth metal merchants, MIDNIGHT, today unleash “Nuclear Savior.” The latest single comes by way of the band’s forthcoming Hellish Expectations full-length set to drop March 8th on Metal Blade Records. MIDNIGHT has been slaying the metal/punk underground with their own addictive brand of lust, grime, and sleaze dating back to the band’s inception.…

[parfumieren]

Borneo 1834 (Serge Lutens)

Much like fire fights fire, it seems the only remedy for Serge Lutens is more Serge Lutens. One need only look to his back catalog to find a treatment for Miel de Bois. (Did you think I meant L'Eau Serge Lutens? Good lord, we want to revive you, not autoclave you.)

The conventional myth surrounding Borneo 1834: Lutens found inspiration in the historic use of patchouli (genus Pogostemon) as a moth repellent for textiles. Asian merchants scattered patchouli leaves on lengths of costly silk before rolling them up into bolts to be shipped west. The alien/alluring fragrance of such cargo turned heads upon its arrival in European ports (a date apocryphally set by Lutens as 1834). Only the wealthy could afford to adorn themselves with these sumptuous fabrics; thus the scent of patchouli became synonymous with 19th century luxe.

If you visit a modern sari boutique and stealthily sniff the air, this historical fact comes alive under your nose. A silk salwar kameez I purchased some years ago retained that heady, transporting scent for ages. I regretted its slow fade, and even today, I remember with pleasure that every garment in the shop was imbued with the same.

It's too bad that the West abhors smells like patchouli. Fixated as we are on soap-and-water cleanliness, we usually associate such odors with poor hygiene or alternative lifestyles which set the wearer beyond the pale. (My father, himself an ex-beatnik in the know, used to joke: "You're wearing that hippie crap again.... you holdin'?")

I'm not going to even try to refute the patchouli stink factor (though I will have you know, Dad, that I stopped smoking that shit years ago. Really.) But I will say that the main culprit is cheap patchouli applied neat and unadulterated. Certain scent elements cannot perform well unless used in reasonable (read: miniscule) amounts, embedded among other olfactory notes so that they do not hijack the entire fragrance. If you, like me, cringe at the difference between a "touch" of rose and the full-force wallop of rose absolute, you understand what I mean. But whereas pure patchouli behaves like the Borg, ruthlessly assimilating all weaker scents, patchouli-in-miniature tends to play nice-- though you want to keep an eye on the friends it makes.

In Borneo, Lutens arranges a playdate between patchouli and cacao, with camphor as a referee. The result: simply happy. True, the resulting accord is nearly identical to that which underpins Thierry Mugler's Angel, stripped bare of all the sleaze. Some may find it monotonous, even severe. But Borneo's herbal-chocolate accord possesses more elegance and credibility in its birthday suit than Angel has in all its Lady Gaga shock frippery. It stands alone in perfect dignity despite (or maybe because of) its nakedness.

(All this confirms my suspicion that it's not Angel's foundation which is defective, but the cassis-floral funhouse structure built atop it. Because here, one finds its bare bones isolated-- and it works.)

This is not to suggest that Borneo lacks flesh to go with those bones. After applying Borneo to my clean, freshly showered body, I notice that I no longer smell exactly clean or fresh-- but neither do I smell unpleasant. I smell alive. This is the friendly scent of a warm-blooded animal, with no flower-and-herb concoctions to camouflage it. I feel unmasked for the mammal that I am-- natural and, as Jon Lovitz famously put it, "nude as a bee" underneath my clothes.

And I love it.

In Patrick Süskind's 1986 novel Das Parfum (Perfume), the antihero Grenouille creates an exaggerated "human" perfume for himself to conceal his lack of personal odor from the people around him. From a hell's-grocery-list of loathsome ingredients, he devises a fragrance he hopes will allow him to "pass". Today he wouldn't need to go to such trouble; he would fit in perfectly with the rest of us who have been denatured, rendered scentless and sanitary and safe. And if you think that's a crime, go find yourself some Borneo 1834 and get back in touch with what a human ought to smell like. It might come as a pleasant surprise.

Scent Elements: Patchouli, camphor, cardamom, labdanum, galbanum, cacao

[onlyhurtforaminute]

BLOOD FREAK-GRINDING UP THE DEAD

CAMPY, GORY OLD SCHOOL DEATHGRIND

[mfi-miami]

Richard Bey: From TV Sleaze Merchant To Suburban Facebook Troll

Richard Bey: From TV Sleaze Merchant To Suburban Facebook Troll

Richard Bey: From 2nd Rate Misogynist TV Sleaze Merchant To Leftist Delray Beach Facebook Troll If you are under 45 years old, you probably don’t remember Richard Bey. In the late 1980s and early 1990s, Richard Bey had a syndicated TV show called, The Richard Bey Show.  Bey tried unsuccessfully to create a hybrid of Jerry Springer and Howard Stern. It was the epitome of sleaze and misogyny that…

[trashmenace]

The Gladiator 1: Hill of the Dead by Andrew Quiller

The Gladiator (AKA The Eagles) Hill of the Dead by Andrew Quiller (Laurence James and/or Kenneth Bulmer) 1975, Pinnacle

Starts off with some gladiator game sleaze. Criminals have their intestines ripped out by wild animals as noblewomen fap in the stands amongst pissing slaves. Flavius the gladiator thinks back eight years to when he was known as the Roman soldier Marcus Julius Brittanicus. Marcus' father was involved in some scandal and committed suicide, and he carries the burden of the family shame.

He escapes being killed by Jewish Zealots with the help of Samuel ben Ezra, and the two form an unlikely friendship. Marcus fights a gladiator slave for the entertainment of wealthy merchants, defends against a Zealot raid that could have been lifted from a Western novel, and eventually is assigned to run a reconnaissance mission at the fortress at Masada.

After some rock climbing, Marcus runs into Samuel, and Marcus is able to just wander back and forth between the Roman camp and the Jewish fortress relaying messages. Not a lot happening plot wise, but some brutal nastiness in the meantime.

I'm assuming Laurence wrote this one as it has what's become his trademark - introducing the main character by having him murder an innocent prostitute to keep her quiet. I'm assuming Bulmer wrote the second as the story went in a completely different direction. The second installment had Marcus on a quest of vengeance, taking out the men who disgraced his father. Here in the first, it's just character background.

Paperback from AbeBooks

[seattlemysterybooks]

greenleafclassics

aka Harlan Ellison

1959 Nightstand paperback original

cover art by Harold W. McCauley

Seattle Mystery Bookshop

[a-h-li]

I wanted to design a character around the phrase “elf merchant.”

Some rambles about their character below

Uelier puts on an image of being an aloof and ‘stereotypical’ elf to potential customers but the people who are close to them know better then that. (It’s actually just another way to get someone interested enough to consider buying something from their stock)

At their worst, they’re a sleaze who scams their customers out of their money. Their greed is almost palpable. At their best they can be witty person to talk with and surprisingly wise.

He has a tiny problem with gambling, but he's trying his best to save enough to money to buy and captain his very own ship. His dream is to live on the ocean. He’ll sail back to his homeland when he does to find survivors like him. (7,500 gold coins to make it happen. He doesn’t have nearly enough.)

They may be looking for someone too, but who knows?

wip colorized stuff :]

Uelier uses they/them he/him

[mercurypilgrim]

D&D Shenanigans - Continued

So where we left off last time, the party had been dragged off to a reformation camp, except the warlock who ended up weaseling his way out of completely deserved trouble again with his stunning persuasion rolls.

The poor DM is now doing a solo session with me (the shifty half-elf archfey warlock who is a lying liar who lies), and we start off after the other two had been carted off in a prison cart and the Warlock is now alone in front of the paranoid Burgomaster.

The Warlock decides to put the sleaze on and kiss ass, which he does a decent job of.

The Burgomaster decides the shifty hedge-witch looking dude should probably prove himself, which he does by demanding he get information on a political rival.

The Warlock of course agrees to this, and sets off with some more slimy compliments and promises.

Promptly leaving and making sure he isn’t followed, he decides that the best thing to do is to start a revolution.

So, he puts that ridiculous persuasion skill to good use and rounds up some disgruntled merchants and sets off to the political rivals house, intent on becoming the double agent he was always born to be.

Skipping past a section in which he crit fails on a perception several times but still gets himself in with the newly founded resistance, he’s on his way back to the Burgomaster with news of a false rebellion brewing in another village. The Burgomaster, believing him and absolutely horrified, sends half his guards to quell the imaginary rebellion.

The Warlock, laying on the charm with a shovel, gets the run of the place and immediately decides to go snooping.

He finds a closet, a snazzy book, and a man tied up in a room.

After interrogating the man, making use of the closet and his disguise kit, he sends his new buddy off to join the resistance and merrily walks himself to the Burgomaster’s sons room, who it has been hinted is responsible for several horrible incidents of magical experimentation.

The door is warded, but with a liberal application of Minor Illusion, the emo hellion of a son believes his father is calling for him and opens it.

Darting inside, the Warlock finds a veritable treasure trove of magical nonsense, including several skeletal cats, some life-size dolls carved to look like children, and a creepy rug.

Rifling through the desk yields some notes on advanced spells, which he pockets, but before he can pilfer anything further, the son comes back.

Hiding behind a bookcase, the Warlock decides that now is the best opportunity to put on a bit of a show.

Many applications of Minor Illusion later, the son is shivering in his drawers as a Ghost of Christmas Past style phantasm (the Warlock with a barely-scraping-by performance roll and some dramatic smoke) is asking him about his crimes.

He confesses, and this ends the string of good luck the Warlock has been riding on.

The son begins to systematically roll high enough to shred each layer of bullshit the Warlock tries to lay on him, ending up with the son losing patience and going invisible, about to enter combat.

The Warlock decides this is some bullshit, and runs away.

He rushes to the Burgomaster who he has now proven himself to, and rolls high enough to convince him that his son has turned traitor.

Fully getting on board with this, the Burgomaster decides to take the word of this stunningly untrustworthy individual, and decides his son needs to be confronted.

Which is helpful, because the son bursts into the room to see the Warlock whispering into his fathers ear like Grima Wormtongue to King Theoden.

Rightly pissed off, the son ignores his father accusing him of betrayal and, with a hand wave worthy of a Jedi, uses Suggestion on his father to convince him he’s been lied to.

The Warlock whips out Counterspell, only to find his Counterspell is also Counterspelled. After a few moments of completely deserved bafflement, the warlock realises he is now in deep shit.

Panicking now that this 9th level spellcaster is about to obliterate him, the Warlock pulls one last gambit out of his bag of tricks.

With his final spell slot, he casts Crown of Madness on the son who, by sheer luck, fails.

The command is given to attack one of the guards and the son dutifully is compelled to obey, and the Warlock decides to add one last twist of the knife by rolling for Persuasion and shouting about how the young man is working for Strahd.

The guard takes a small amount of melee damage from the skinny wizard, and promptly crits on his return swing.

Two more guards join in the fray, and a final one rolls a crit and separates the sons head from his shoulders.

Completely horrified, the Burgomaster is released from the Suggestion when the caster dies, and rushes to his son.

In a moment of complete callousness, the Warlock goes to comfort him and gains his complete trust by spinning another tale of revenge, after which he sneaks up while the family are grieving and raids the sons creepy lab.

All but one of the skeletal cats are dead now, but with a only-just-made-it roll on Animal Handling, he gains the trust of the last one. It follows him as he makes a speedy exit, and the DM and myself are left shell-shocked at the turn this supposedly gentle evening has taken.

We’re still not sure how to explain this to the rest of the party.