October Slut of the Month: Nako

I am: therefore, I think.

By Day: I’m a tech geek. My field of specialty is hard to explain to peeps who don’t know about online advertising, but I deal with programming code, a variety of these languages. I graduated college with a useless literature degree but someday, my knowledge of late Anglo-Saxon is going to be useful, I swear.

By Night: I DJ every chance I get. I live for music. I prefer to spin vinyl and it’s harder to find places with working turntables. Finding broken Technics (they spin but they’ll change speeds on the fly) makes me cry and curse silently at Serato.

My Vices: Records, especially limited edition. Somewhat related – all these remastered re-releases of my favorite albums are really fucking me up.

My Virtues: Records. I pay for them and order through the label if possible.

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Photo: Hawa, 2012

The Present: I am trying to find shelves sturdy enough to hold vinyl. I mean “find shelves” literally – I’ve been driving around at night looking for furniture left out on the curb. I have been in a code super fucking red alert for months, crates and bags of vinyl taking over my living room and I’m getting too used to walking around them.

The Future: Preparing to be a commuter, I’ve never had to do an hour commute to an office before, I’m guessing I will see some great examples of road rage.

Favorite Flavor: Fruit flavors, or red flavor. I do not like chocolate.

Favorite Feeling: Being able to share happy news with a friend. The best feeling is when someone you sincerely love needs you.

Favorite Fabric: SILK – Silk knit jersey, silk crepe, silk/cotton blend. Modal fabrics, especially micro modal (stockings!). Cashmere. I’m particular about clothing, if the fabric doesn’t feel good against my skin, I don’t give a shit how amazing the clothing appears. Being uncomfortable will show on my face and I do not want my outfit to wear me.

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Photo: Dave DeLuxe, 2001
Dress made by Akemi Okamoto (as Velvet Rose in 2001)

Substance is: living life as yourself, your true self. Staying intellectually curious, unafraid to ask about what you don’t know, accepting what you don’t understand. Keeping an open mind when speaking to other people. Staying humble because there will always be someone better and worse than you in everything humanly possible.

We’re in the midst of the Information Age clashing with a very surface definition of literacy and the result is supremely frustrating. Substance is NOT spending an hour finding the hidden meanings in a brief text message from a person you just met. Separate yourself from your online profile, recognize the difference between messaging and actual conversation, admit that “too busy” is a feeling not actuality. There are thousands of self-appointed and self-centered experts on life out there and they make mass homicide seem perfectly reasonable.

Style is: This year, I’m dressing like a “look but do not touch” call-girl (my idea of one anyway). I adore fashion and worship at the altars of St. McQueen, Anna Wintour and Uncle Karl. I’ll find current trends I like and incorporate bits that suit my style. I prefer black clothing, black everything. Sometimes, I get irritated that the color black isn’t broken down into specific shades,

When I dress to go out, I want part of my outfit to appear “dangerous”. I prefer 4 to 5″ stiletto heels, large, heavy rings. Red lipstick is a warning, the “do not touch” part. For real, look at porn actresses – only labia-colored gloss on their faces, not a dark red.

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B&W photos: Kristin Cofer, 2011
Outfit by Actual Pain

Slut is: Slut can apply to anyone that requires a large amount of love, power, and positive attention BUT slut is usually used to shame ladies who have sex, dress “too sexy”, blah blah sex. Whether or not you’re affected by being labeled as a slut depends on you. I have no sense of shame or moral compass, if other people think I’m a slut, that’s fine. Agree to disagree. Those same people won’t know what to say if you call them “prudes”.

I recently had an experience with a cabbie who angrily preached about abstinence to me, completely unsolicited preaching. Maybe the passenger before me was dropped off at Planed Parenthood because he was on a Catholic bender regarding the pill. I do know the tenets and details of Catholicism and fucking hate when peeps say, “…maybe she shouldn’t have spread her legs.” Um, no, no and fuck no. Made the cabbie describe Viagra, told him God would punish him because boners are meant for procreation only. He kicked me out of his cab.

Mary Magdalene was a slut turned saint, the most beloved saint, and she herself NEVER APOLOGIZED for her past actions. She fell in love and turned all her sinful actions into virtue because she focused those same actions on one man. Women are full of mysteries that no man will ever figure out, that’s the way it is. Being socially labeled as the worst of the worst is actually a great thing. No one expects much from a pariah. Slut is freedom.