Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Does This Blog Make Us Seem Vain?

If not:



Our newest ways to make Lust & Gore Hardwear the biggest adventure is can be. Fuck big girl jobs. We ain't never going back. Nothing but roller derby, hardware, hats, and an uncensored creative flow from this point forward. Well, those things and working in our underwear, listening to The Meat Purveyors during our afternoon "bored meetings", having liquid lunches, and partaking in random acts of Lust and Gore (but mostly Lust).

Our website is imminent. It is the ultimate example of what happens when rollergirls do retail. No rules. Full contact.


Heavy metal, hardcore, and hot like fire. Sometimes it hurts to look this good.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Feel Bad? Feel Better.

It's been a bad week. In the midst of tragedy and relentless bad news I have tried to hold on to Lust & Gore as a slice of the good things life has to offer. Like the perfect song when you need it, or wearing a hoodie when you want to feel surrounded, but alone ( I love hoodies). I think with all the sad shit that goes down, life is about finding a way to feel the way you need to feel. If you can do that without stepping on someone else's feelings, that is good living. So, I feel thankful to be a part of a business that offers unobtrusive, desirable feelings. Heavy duty hardware offering solid steel solace. The cold then warm weight of metal making me feel powerful. The totally unique designs of the cowboy hats are attention grabbing, but standoffishly scary in that hardcore, don't-fuck-with-me way. The pimped military caps have enough bling to grab the limelight and enough attitude to make me nearly unapproachable. It is a beautiful combination to be lusted after and feared. It is another way to be surrounded, but alone. Beautiful to me. It could be to you too.

Lust & Gore Hardwear. If they aren't staring, it's just because they're scared.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Cowboy Hats and Heavy Metal Jewelry To Die For . . . or Kill With

You've seen custom cowboy hats before. Normally the customizations are in the form of fur trim, airbrushed graphics, or maybe even rhinestone designs. Nice try, but these hats make me think of 50- year old women in Vegas just letting their hair down and bein' 50-year old crazy. These custom hats don't say rock 'n' roll as much as they say Elvis impersonator. Western stores also carry some less classically country styles in the form of spray painted straw or harder-edged-but-still-mass-produced hat bands. All well and good if you are feeling mainstream, mass-produced badass. Same goes for jewelry. There are some pretty cool designs out there, but when you boil them down to the construction and the pieces they are made up of, they aren't as deviant and alternative as you would want them to be. With jewelry more than hats, there are exceptions though . . .


and of course . . .

http://www.lustandgorehardwear.com (http://myspace.com/lustandgore until the website is live)

At Lust & Gore we use pieces of power. Real heavy duty, heavy metal, industrial strength hardware to create designs that make you feel powerful, indestructible, hardcore, and badass. Other than the stripped down hats we build on, the elements of the designs we make are atypical from the hooks on the necklaces to the hat bands on the cowboy hats and military caps. And, because the materials we create with are meant to assemble, support, and bear weight, they tend to be sharp, strong, heavy, and, sometimes, hot. Although the process we use to incorporate these materials into a completed design is less robust than the materials themselves (This means if you roughhouse with your Lust & Gore, it might get damaged. Hey, this is art. Take care of your Lust & Gore design, though, and it will take care of you.) it is not to say that a Lust & Gore design couldn't inflict some bodily harm. The Lust is in the wanting. The Gore is built right in. You be careful now, you hear?

All Lust & Gore designs are made by hand, making every piece absolutely unique .

Friday, October 17, 2008

I Could Gore You With My Hat but Then I'd Have Blood on My Beaver

The newest Lust & Gore cowboy hat could poke your eye out. The real bummer with that would be that you would only have one eye left to admire the hat with. Chain and screws for a hat band and 1 1/2" screws (of substantial girth) up through the black fur brim. The Lust is in the wanting and the Gore is in the design. A couple of new ideas in our rock star/roller derby minds promise more danger and "Fuck you" fashion in the near future.

I am Aurora Gory Alice. I will make you better or make you cry.

At the writing of this post, Lusty Crush was unavailable for comment. She is building an octagon in the basement. This blog would be longer but one of my hands is secured to the chain link fence of the octagon with the same twisted link chain that is used to make our cowboy hats and jewelry. We don't just sell Lust & Gore, we are Lust & Gore.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

I Hate the Renegade Rollergirls

It was amazing. First time out skating Renegade, and Lusty and I did not look out of place. Me thinks no rules is what we were born for. We held on to a few of our old habits (such as knocking people into next week with a solid shoulder) knowing once they slip they will be hard to recover. But, all in all, I think, if you had known no different, you would think we were Renegades all along. No turning back now. Thanks to Angelethal, T Wrexxx, Hellbent Heather, Mayhemily, Magnum, KC Karnage, NightMar, Gina Dentata, Kat A. Strophic for poppin' our cherries. We will always remember the first time . . .

And, thanks to Man-Gina and Hellbent for rockin' a Lust & Gore cowboy hat last night. Western-style never looked so good. And, thanks to Angeletahal for making military look so deviant. Lust & Gore cloth caps done derby style from the queen of reverse whips.

Today = football, Octoberfest, candy corn, and making Lust & Gore cloth caps. Military style without the discipline or commitment . . .

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Countdown to Renegade Initiation

The clock is ticking faster and faster as the day approaches. Saturday is our (Lusty's and mine) first bout as members of the Renegade Rollergirls. Holy shit! When I think about it, I am nervous, and I am thinking about it more and more. First time always hurts a bit, but rumor is, after that, it's all we will ever want to do. Here's hoping that our experience in Albany has broken us in a bit. I suspect that Renegade is a bit more adventurous and well-hung. We'll know in no time now. Last bout got cancelled, but I think this time we're going to get a go at it. Once again, I repeat, Holy shit and Lord help me be the best Aurora Gory Alice I can be . . .

We had photo shoot take 2.5 yesterday. We had the first photo shoot 3 weeks ago. We had the "Keep your girl on girl cooties off my camera," photo shoot experience last week, and, this time, Mondo Art Photography did us up really nice. Check out our photos going up on Myspace in the next couple of days. The real deal fo' sho. Shots of us and our products. Check out the bits and pieces on our naked hats. We are talking full frontal. Our finished cowboy hats are hung like stallions while giving off the va va voom of pin-up girls. And, well, Lusty is as jaw droppping, tongue hanging, eyes popping out of your head, smokin' hot as you could ever imagine her. But you don't have to imagine. You can see ...


Those photos should be up no later than this weekend. If they are not up when you first visit, check back. You won't regret it.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Who can wear Lust & Gore?

Sixstitch. Our good friend Angelethal is friends with Sixstitch, a Phoenix metro based rock band, and it seems that Sixstitch is interested in adding some Lust & Gore to their lives. Metal meets metal 'cause these guys are the real deal. No half-ass, they'll be donnin' Lust & Gore cowboy hats as they rip the Southwest apart with their hardhitting beats and screams. We couldn't be happier. Big thanks to Angelethal and Sixstitch. We'll do you proud.

So, on the way into the city today I tried to take in more than usual. I wanted to sort out in my mind, who I thought could wear Lust & Gore and rock it for all it was worth. Who could wear a Lust & Gore customized cowboy hat or military cap, or an original jewelry design and not look like they were "trying"? Well we know Sixstitch could. No fuckin' doubt. Rock 'n' roll, rockabilly, psychobilly, and metal bands have the attitude to represent the spirit of Lust & Gore. Rollergirls and rodeo riders. Harley and custom motorcycle riders. Tattoo artists. See the theme here? It is about having attitude and opinions and the guts to put them out there. But then I saw a middle aged man driving an El Camino. He looked like Sam Elliott, and I thought, "He is Lust & Gore." I saw a vintage scooter, pale green, parked on the street downtown. I think the rider of that scooter was Lust & Gore, too. Lust & Gore is comic books, and afternoon in swinging door saloons (I'll be the villain at the bar). It is "King of the Road" truck drivers, and "World's Fastest Banjo Player" bluegrass. Lust & Gore is extreme for the extreme. We are not bedazzled, faux fur trimmed, airbrushed accessories. We are the fuckin' real deal, too. Heavy metal for heavy metal. It is sharp, and heavy, and hot. And it is all put on hats a real cowboy wouldn't piss on if they were laying on the ground, or laugh it if he saw them on your head. The jewelry is industrial and dangerous. It's kinda scary, but, hey, you are what you wear.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Lust & Lust & Gore Too "Edgy" for Self-Proclaimed Edgy Photographer

Aurora says:

Ok. So here's the story. We had a photo shoot last weekend with our Renegade teammates. It was good and fun. Cowboy hats, military caps, and jewelry. Beer, music and rollergirls. Grrrreat. But we didn't get all the shots we needed. We still need studio shots of our products, and some sexy shots of me and Lusty for our About Us page. Not wanting to pack up and haul our products and our asses all the way to the other side of the city, we tried to find a more local photographer to finish up our work. And we thought we had found one. Prompt, professional responses, good website, nice photographs. We scheduled a time with her and everything. Here is the problem. During Lusty's phone conversation with the photographer, she explained that we needed our shots to convey "Lust" and "Gore". To this, the photographer expressed some nervousness about our "scary" (Gore?) shots. She said that she wasn't sure about the scary shots and the nervousness stemmed from her love for Jesus . . . Ok. Lusty explained that we were looking for sexy, edgy, and attitude which seems to clear things up, and then the shoot was scheduled.

Later that evening, at the Hall of Justice, we were laying in bed talking about the day and the Jesus comment came up. Hey, we love Jesus too, but (until now) we leave it out of our work. So we started thinking maybe our gayness/gaiety/lesbian status was going to be a problem for the photographer. The decision was made to come clean with the photographer so that the shoot could go down without surprises or akwardness. . .

It turns out that the shoot will not be going down at all now. The photographer refused to do any shots of us that may suggest a relationship. She would do "best friend" type shots, but nothing that might insinuate girl-on-girl action. Funny, I think one of my criteria to even be able to refer to someone as my best friend is the willingness to press their boobs against mine, or at lest let me ride them around like a pony (bareback of course). Somehow, I think the photographer wouldn't understand the type of relationships I have with my friends. I could be wrong, though. In her email she mentioned that she had many gay friends, and loved to dance at gay clubs. She also suggested she had a somewhat wicked and sordid past. Maybe she would believe me when I said that I like to lick the necks of all of my friends. I could show her the picture of me and Dottie on the motorcycle during the Albany All Stars New York Rider magazine photo shoot. Witness exhibit number one . . .

I am gonna pass the torch now because Lusty wants a piece of this blog action.

Lusty says:

This is my first blog ever. Computers aren't really my thing, but I'm going to have to comment on this one. First of all, let me just say, that having lived in the great State of New York my whole life (besides a brief stint in Paris), and I've never really had my sexuality come up as a problem. Except for that one time, a group of kids threw glass bottles at me, but maybe they just didn't like my shirt. Anyway, living here in Arizona, it's not uncommon to see homophobic billboards and commercials. It's highly disturbing...

So, as Aurora mentioned, we were looking for a photographer. I won't re-tell the story, because she explained it perfectly. But I will give you my reactions, as they happened. I cried. I cried so hard. I know, you're thinking, "Wow. What a pussy". Yeah, I guess I'm sensitive. Believe me, I certainly wasn't expecting such a strong reaction to this lady's email. But, there I was, sobbing. I was so insulted. How could someone say they "have lots of gay friends", and they "dance in gay clubs all the time", and they "aren't judging my lifestyle", and they "are sure you (I) love her and desire her", and that "it feels totally natural to you (me)"???? AND THEN, they turn around and say that they're uncomfortable taking pictures that would suggest any sort of relationship between the two of us, other than "best friend" shots. That's not what her work "on Earth" is for. Hmmm...So, her work on Earth doesn't involve taking pictures of Love? What does she have against Love? I guess we should take a look at the Bible. I've been reading it for several months now, because it's been around a while, and I was hoping I'd be able to find it's contents useful (and I'm a wicked slow reader). So here we are. Perfect situation. For those of you who don't know, Leviticus is the portion of the Bible where God talks about His rules and regulations.

"Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable."

Ok, so the Lord doesn't want people to have gay sex. I get that. (But it doesn't say that you can't love a man as one loves a woman, but that's not my point. I'll get to my point shortly)

"Do not wear clothing woven of two kinds of material."

So, for this one, I'm interpreting the meaning as, you're not supposed to wear blended fabrics. No cotton-poly blends allowed, at all.

What I'm getting at here, is that if people are going to live by the rules of the Bible, they shouldn't get to pick and choose which rules they are going to live by. It's either all or nothing as far as I'm concerned. So, if some hypocritical asshole is going to hate on my lifestyle, they better be fucking sure they're wearing straight-up cotton.

By the way, I wonder if her "gay friends" would still be her friends if they knew about this situation. But then again, gay folks just aren't that judgmental.