A much better story was missed by The New Yorker.
While the writer, a bus-and-truck Janet Malcolm, claims she spoke to my friends, that is simply not true. The writer did not want to hear about my friendship with Lois Smith, which dated to 1990, and which included her arranging interviews and seeing me with many of the subjects who are in the book and on the blogs. But writer didn’t care about that: she wanted Lois to respond to gossip and lies, so Lois refused to cooperate in what she labeled a “vendetta.”
Then there’s Lusia Strus. Ah, Lusia. Attached you’ll see some fun Lusia and I had joking around, but she got serious when I told her I got through bad times imagining that Michael Avenatti was waiting for me in another room. (Lusia gets through bad times thinking of lovers who have scars. A fun gal! No, really!)
In November of 2019, a reporter claiming to write for Drudge, and another from the New York Post, reached out to me to ask if it was true that I was using funds raised via GoFundMe to pay for escorts. No, I said, so my lawyers provided documentation of my actions against GOP members and operatives. (I was under no NDA at the time.) I also hosted a gathering at my apartment for people to look over my documentation. None of these people were contacted for the profile, which is curious—I had posted about the gathering and had tagged those who attended. However, that would have helped me.
The reporters did provide the name of the source for their interest, and it was a friend of Lusia Strus! Wow, what a tiny, sewage pool of sources the New Yorker writer swam in! Cozy!
DMs between Lusia’s friend (an actor/escort who once arrived at an audition carrying a feral squirrel) and an acquaintance of mine who is also an actor/escort who quotes Esther Perel and poses a lot in his underwear, were revealed. I shared them with Lusia, who said her friend was often “sleuthy,” because he couldn’t get work and was “troubled.” And the squirrels, of course. So the reporters were appeased, I enjoyed the conversation between two escorts, and had a laugh with one of the reporters who revealed that the squirrel whisperer would cry and scream upon penetration and was known on Grindr as “Cry Bottom.” Now, isn’t THAT a better story?
But Lusia doesn’t want to judge me too harshly. Oh, no. Lusia just thinks I operate in a certain way in the world. Right back atcha, Lusia. We did have fun.
Enjoy the captures.
(The movie rights are mine!)