Pulp, “The Professional” (b-side, “This Is Hardcore” single, 1997)
“I’m only trying to give you what you’ve come to expect.”

09 April 2001 (originally uploaded to beautifultoxin.net)
hardware: 3Com HomeConnect / boyfriend’s pc software: Webcam32We all learned from each other, and the woman I learned the most from was ana voog, who figured out how to push the limits of Webcam32 before anybody else. (There was an explicit camgirl site, IsabellaCam, that was also quite good at expanding what could be done to the image live.) These are, as all of these, what went out directly from the camera to the computer to the server. I onion-skinned myself, pulling in the webcam frame 90 seconds before the realtime capture, layering on and on. This is that whole time: a hand slid between my legs, a hand reaching for the keys, a hand adjusting the monitor to see what I’d become, which was nothing that different from any other girl in any other bed.
Jarvis instructs us on how to pose for photos like a (6’2”) famous person. (via me/commonpeople)
Elastica, “S.O.F.T.” (Elastica, 1995)
Another (sweet, dirty, etc.) summer victory for Team Suede[1].
[1] (Yes, in the case of Justine Frischmann, Team Suede being Team Blur couldn’t be more obvious.)

03 March 2002 (originally uploaded to anaiscam.com)
hardware: iBot/PowerMac G3 (the turquoise one) software: OculusThree things. 1. I killed ‘shakti,’ the name I performed/lived under on beautifultoxin.net, at the end of November 2001, during an academic conference. I gave a paper on camgirls, and in the finest postmodern parody, webcast the whole thing, and pulled the plug when I got to the end of my presentation. Then I started anaiscam.com. 2. By this time, I had a lover who was almost okay with being on the camera, sometimes. Even people who have sex are boring when you put them in front of a computer. 3. I also ran with multiple live views whenever I was online. One here is from a FireWire webcam called the iBot (when everything was an iSomething) and the other shows what my desktop was at that moment. The desktop camera was inevitably more naked-feeling than anything I did. Mostly you just got to watch me write papers (and admire how narcissistic my desktop wallpaper of the moment was).
Suede, “The Sound Of The Streets” (Sci-Fi Lullabies, originally b-side with “The Beautiful Ones,” 1996)
A little sweet, sweaty, summer dystopia, kids: “inside her, there’s no future… so many ways to pass the time.”
