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Credit: Courtesy Serge Sorokko Gallery/Glitterati Editions
Unseen photos provide a sensitive look at America's early 'working girls'
Dita Von Teese is a burlesque performer, model and author. This is an edited extract from her foreword to "Working Girls: An American Brothel, Circa 1892" by Robert Flynn Johnson.
Women in sexual professions have always distinguished themselves from other women, from the mores of the time, by pushing the boundaries of style. The most celebrated concubines and courtesans in history set the trends in their respective courts. The great dames of burlesque -- Sally Rand, Gypsy Rose Lee -- boasted a signature style on- and offstage, reflecting broader-than-life personalities.
Dita von Teese on the eternal allure of a well-dressed gentleman
Given that photography was still an emerging technology, an emerging creative medium, when these "working girls" posed for William Goldman in the 1890s at a Reading, Pennsylvania brothel, the entire exercise transcends their initial business liaison. The instantaneous concept of click-and-shoot was still decades away. To be photographed required sitting very still. The women featured in Goldman's collection obviously caught his eye. Not just anyone is asked to be the subject of artistic documentation.
Courtesy Serge Sorokko Gallery/Glitterati Editions
The local photographer and his anonymous muses appear to straddle an artful titillation, at times striving toward Degas nudes and at another, more in the spirit of a strip and tease. There is a beauty in even the most mundane moments.
Among Goldman's models, my own gaze zeroed in on the striped stockings and darker shades of their risqué brassieres. These ladies of Reading, Pennsylvania, might not have had the wealth of Madame du Barry, celebrated mistress of Louis XV of France, or the fame and freedom of a silver-screen sex goddess such as Mae West. But they sought to elevate their circumstances, to feel lovelier and more fashionable, with a daring pair of knickers.
Courtesy Serge Sorokko Gallery/Glitterati Editions
To feel special is fundamental to the human condition. Few opportunities outshine a sense of specialness than when an artist asks to record your looks, your beauty. Under the right circumstances, to be the object of admiration -- of desire -- to be what is essentially objectified is not only flattering. It can also provide a shot of confidence and a sense of strength and power and even liberation, however lasting or fleeting.
Courtesy Serge Sorokko Gallery/Glitterati Editions
For these working girls who were already going against the drudgery of toiling in a factory or as a domestic, who were surviving in a patriarchal world by their wits and sexuality, the opportunity to sit for Goldman was very likely not only thrilling. It was also empowering.
One can only imagine the mutual giddiness prevailing among them all, too, at the possible outcome from all these lost afternoon shoots. In a singular image from this collection appears Goldman striking a pose as proud as a peacock. It's one of stock masculinity in the canons of classic portraiture (though usually in military uniform), and like his muses, presented in all his naked glory. By sharing in the objectivity of the process, Goldman basks in the specialness his models must have felt. By stepping around the lens, he becomes a true confidante.
Courtesy Serge Sorokko Gallery/Glitterati Editions
It suggests a balance of power between artist and muse, man and woman -- at least behind closed doors. Their collective decision to strip and strut for the camera reveals a shared lack of shame for the body beautiful and, in that, a shared, albeit secret, defiance of cultural mores.
Courtesy Serge Sorokko Gallery/Glitterati Editions
By all accounts from curator Robert Flynn Johnson's devoted research on this once-lost collection, Goldman seems to have kept his treasured collection as a personal trove. As a successful photographer of weddings and social events, it was most certainly not in his interest for the public to know about his private creative pursuits.
Courtesy Serge Sorokko Gallery/Glitterati Editions
The brothel was a necessary evil in town, where men with certain desires visited women who would oblige. In this case, it was the desire of a man to capture the beauty and sensuality of the women he befriended. There is much to learn and (most of all!) take pleasure in with this discovery.
As these lost photographs illustrate more than a century later, one period's "social problem" is another's cultural revelation.
"Working Girls: An American Brothel, Circa 1892" by Robert Flynn Johnson, with a foreword by Dita Von Teese, is out now.
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Last Saturday, I finally had a coveted brunch with my new queer friend group, who I have fondly dubbed as the “Five Fabulous Faggots.” Squished up against a window stall at Sconehenge Bakery & Cafe, our conversations quickly devolved into revelations of our darkest kinks and most sinful sexual activities.
“Clock it, there was this one gay couple that would prep for anal by douching with urine. Like, he would straight up piss in his boyfriend’s ass,” one person said, absently pushing around the mound of gloppy pinto beans left over from his huevos revueltos. “Then he would throat-fuck his boyfriend until he vomited. He’d use the bile and mucous to lube up his cock and have his way with that freshly pee-douched butthole.”
My immediate follow-up was: “Holy shit. Would the stomach acid make his ass tingle, though?”
Many view interest in non-conformist desires as a negative reflection of an individual. Society thinks bad people have “sick” desires or vice versa. Those who act on desires of pedophilia or vorarephilia demonstrate those fears to the extreme extent: some unconventional sexual obsessions can become incredibly dangerous to others and oneself.
But not all sexual desires are rooted in something twisted or unorthodox, nor are they completely unexplainable. Just like Cleopatra and the fake legend of her bee-filled gourd vibrator, exploring interest in these unconventional fetishes can also contribute positively to our psyches, both sexually and in our everyday lives.
I remember when I stumbled upon what is notoriously known as “the most disgusting story on the internet.” I was in my early teens, and I devoured the blog of “ Blowfly girl ”, a woman who described her obscure, “filthy” fetishes: she would dumpster dive for maggots, seek out roadkill and rotting garbage, and use them to stimulate her erogenous zones.
When I first read her stories in my early teens, I was completely repulsed and persevered in my readings simply to demonstrate that I was strong enough to digest “disgusting” content such as this. Years later, after a reread in my adulthood, I realized that my distaste transformed into curiosity — as someone who struggled with self-hatred and self-harm, I was interested in why Blowfly girl continued her dangerous lifestyle.
Initially, her body too was repelled by the trash she inserted into her body. As I read more, I understood that when Blowfly girl finally allowed herself act on her desires, she acted on a self-hatred: she saw herself as “dirty” and believed she deserved to be polluted.
When I revisited her page nearly a decade later, rather than focusing on her visceral stories, which were already seared into my mind, I examined her profile description. She’s from Illinois, is currently working as a transcriptionist , and has a public email. Being able to find the accessible humanity within these otherwise taboo tales allows us to examine our preconceived notions of what is “normal” and what is not.
Until the 1980s, homosexuality was classified as a sociopathic personality disturbance in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM) by the American Psychiatric Association (APA)
While the aforementioned brunch time recollection of cis-dick on cis-dick with friends wasn’t particularly surprising to me, the addition of unpleasant bodily fluids easily pushed the casual conversation from gossip to controversy.
Though the idea of homosexuality has been normalized in our collective consciousness, adding descriptions of sexual deviancy which are still controversial and little known continues to repel many. This layering is seen as grotesque, resulting in a general disconnect with sexual minorities. But when speaking with my friends and normalizing this ludicrousness, even for a few seconds, I was able to understand the complexities and dark sides to human sexuality.
Especially in Berkeley, it’s hard to realize that outside of our little bubble, people are still fundamentally disgusted by gay people and others outside of the heterosexual norm. This holds us back from examining further controversial sexual topics.
While I’m not trying to say that every paraphilic desire needs to be vindicated or rationalized, the fact that being gay was associated with sexual assault a mere 40 years ago highlights the idea that behaviors which were once classified as taboo can become part of our everyday consciousness. Even now, some classify those involved in the BDSM as having a mental disorder.
As shown by the evolving perspectives of being a glorious fag, we are slowly getting close to normalizing it as an everyday behavior. Nevertheless, we should not stop there. Accepting homosexuality isn’t necessarily where we end our progression and understanding of sexual deviancy. It is infinitely valuable to delve into topics we don’t understand and may initially make us recoil in disgust. Frequently, after thoughtful examination, finding the relevancy to these seemingly irreconcilable ideas helps us think critically and subvert an oppressive status quo.
I’ve found that my interests in these sexual topics have made me more interested in the unconventional in general. Not only am I more open to negotiating with sexual taboos and how they interact with our everyday lives, but I am also more open to understanding commentary that initially make me feel vulnerable and attacked. I’m constantly fascinated by creepy-crawlies, as well as the mechanics behind why horror stories grip us the way they do.
As Thanksgiving rolls around, I am thankful for all the grotesque kinks I have encountered in my life so far, and I am thankful for how they have made me into a more curious, adventurous person in all facets of my life.

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Last Saturday, I finally had a coveted brunch with my new queer friend group, who I have fondly dubbed as the “Five Fabulous Faggots.” Squished up against a window stall at Sconehenge Bakery & Cafe, our conversations quickly devolved into revelations of our darkest kinks and most sinful sexual activities.
“Clock it, there was this one gay couple that would prep for anal by douching with urine. Like, he would straight up piss in his boyfriend’s ass,” one person said, absently pushing around the mound of gloppy pinto beans left over from his huevos revueltos. “Then he would throat-fuck his boyfriend until he vomited. He’d use the bile and mucous to lube up his cock and have his way with that freshly pee-douched butthole.”
My immediate follow-up was: “Holy shit. Would the stomach acid make his ass tingle, though?”
Many view interest in non-conformist desires as a negative reflection of an individual. Society thinks bad people have “sick” desires or vice versa. Those who act on desires of pedophilia or vorarephilia demonstrate those fears to the extreme extent: some unconventional sexual obsessions can become incredibly dangerous to others and oneself.
But not all sexual desires are rooted in something twisted or unorthodox, nor are they completely unexplainable. Just like Cleopatra and the fake legend of her bee-filled gourd vibrator, exploring interest in these unconventional fetishes can also contribute positively to our psyches, both sexually and in our everyday lives.
I remember when I stumbled upon what is notoriously known as “the most disgusting story on the internet.” I was in my early teens, and I devoured the blog of “ Blowfly girl ”, a woman who described her obscure, “filthy” fetishes: she would dumpster dive for maggots, seek out roadkill and rotting garbage, and use them to stimulate her erogenous zones.
When I first read her stories in my early teens, I was completely repulsed and persevered in my readings simply to demonstrate that I was strong enough to digest “disgusting” content such as this. Years later, after a reread in my adulthood, I realized that my distaste transformed into curiosity — as someone who struggled with self-hatred and self-harm, I was interested in why Blowfly girl continued her dangerous lifestyle.
Initially, her body too was repelled by the trash she inserted into her body. As I read more, I understood that when Blowfly girl finally allowed herself act on her desires, she acted on a self-hatred: she saw herself as “dirty” and believed she deserved to be polluted.
When I revisited her page nearly a decade later, rather than focusing on her visceral stories, which were already seared into my mind, I examined her profile description. She’s from Illinois, is currently working as a transcriptionist , and has a public email. Being able to find the accessible humanity within these otherwise taboo tales allows us to examine our preconceived notions of what is “normal” and what is not.
Until the 1980s, homosexuality was classified as a sociopathic personality disturbance in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM) by the American Psychiatric Association (APA)
While the aforementioned brunch time recollection of cis-dick on cis-dick with friends wasn’t particularly surprising to me, the addition of unpleasant bodily fluids easily pushed the casual conversation from gossip to controversy.
Though the idea of homosexuality has been normalized in our collective consciousness, adding descriptions of sexual deviancy which are still controversial and little known continues to repel many. This layering is seen as grotesque, resulting in a general disconnect with sexual minorities. But when speaking with my friends and normalizing this ludicrousness, even for a few seconds, I was able to understand the complexities and dark sides to human sexuality.
Especially in Berkeley, it’s hard to realize that outside of our little bubble, people are still fundamentally disgusted by gay people and others outside of the heterosexual norm. This holds us back from examining further controversial sexual topics.
While I’m not trying to say that every paraphilic desire needs to be vindicated or rationalized, the fact that being gay was associated with sexual assault a mere 40 years ago highlights the idea that behaviors which were once classified as taboo can become part of our everyday consciousness. Even now, some classify those involved in the BDSM as having a mental disorder.
As shown by the evolving perspectives of being a glorious fag, we are slowly getting close to normalizing it as an everyday behavior. Nevertheless, we should not stop there. Accepting homosexuality isn’t necessarily where we end our progression and understanding of sexual deviancy. It is infinitely valuable to delve into topics we don’t understand and may initially make us recoil in disgust. Frequently, after thoughtful examination, finding the relevancy to these seemingly irreconcilable ideas helps us think critically and subvert an oppressive status quo.
I’ve found that my interests in these sexual topics have made me more interested in the unconventional in general. Not only am I more open to negotiating with sexual taboos and how they interact with our everyday lives, but I am also more open to understanding commentary that initially make me feel vulnerable and attacked. I’m constantly fascinated by creepy-crawlies, as well as the mechanics behind why horror stories grip us the way they do.
As Thanksgiving rolls around, I am thankful for all the grotesque kinks I have encountered in my life so far, and I am thankful for how they have made me into a more curious, adventurous person in all facets of my life.

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