Nocturnal Submissions

Nocturnal Submissions

Moonstruck, 1989

“I know a place. You can fuck me if you want, I like it better than blow jobs and I’m good at it. You have to wear a condom, I’m not putting it in my mouth or my pussy without a condom.”
Scot Sothern
12.23.13
Nocturnal Submissions

A Picture In the Backseat

Earlier, I got paid for a two-week gig as an optical camera operator and now my wallet is full of 20s. I take Pine Avenue up to Pacific Coast Highway and turn left toward the freeway, driving slowly, looking for subject matter.
Scot Sothern
11.15.13
Nocturnal Submissions

Danger Lurks Everywhere

The street lamp is burned out, or maybe it’s just not there. A friendly face, gaunt with brown starlit eyes breaks the surface of shadows and smiles at me. I toggle down my window and pull to a stop. A tall Aztec shemale on long pointy heels. “Mister...
Scot Sothern
10.24.13
Nocturnal Submissions

You Know What

A girl in black stretchy pants and a translucent undershirt holds her thumb in the air. She’s a curly headed blonde, sinewy and angular. I pull to the curb and buzz down the window. She bends at the waist, hands on her knees, and checks me out...
Scot Sothern
10.7.13
Nocturnal Submissions

Too Many Motherfuckin' Ugly People

She’s tall and solid with a Halloween afro and a leopard print mini-dress. Her name is Supreme and she climbs into my Camaro and asks if I’m looking to party. I tell her as a matter of fact I’m looking to party hearty and what’s it gonna cost me for a...
Scot Sothern
9.23.13
Nocturnal Submissions

The Whore On the Floor

In a brothel in the back of a Tijuana bar I find a room with a checkerboard floor and dead-center double-bed that looks like it was designed by Stanley Kubrick. The whore standing outside of it smiles at me. “You want pussy?”
Scot Sothern
9.9.13
Nocturnal Submissions

Sunset and Vine

I see a streetwalker on the southwest corner in front of the Bank of America. She’s between 30 and 60 and looks at me like I’m just another creep. It’s late and there’s not much traffic. I pull to the curb and zip down the window but she keeps her...
Scot Sothern
8.26.13
Nocturnal Submissions

Nowhere All Night Long

She has a sand and cast-iron voice. Last night, she tells me, a big mean son of a b almost raped her. She knew she shouldn’t get into his car, she could feel his bad vibrations like she could smell his bad breath.
Scot Sothern
8.12.13
Nocturnal Submissions

East of the Promised Land

I’m on Sunset coming from downtown, Skid Row. Across Vermont Avenue through a corridor of hospitals I stop for a red light at L. Ron Hubbard Street. The blue Scientology compound sits back a half-block from the street and the world is full of morons...
Scot Sothern
7.29.13
Nocturnal Submissions

Fuckin' Nothing

I'm unlocking my car door when a hooker materializes like a broken fairy princess, looking like she’s been kicked to all corners of the kingdom. I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back. She has a loud voice. "You lookin’ for something, White Bread?"
Scot Sothern
7.15.13
Nocturnal Submissions

The Royal Portrait

When I spot the strumpet I think she’s a he-she but then I see she has the kind of large overripe breasts shemales would die for. She’s older than most Hollywood whores and she walks like she’s wearing Versace on the red carpet. I pull to a stop and...
Scot Sothern
7.1.13
Nocturnal Submissions

Batman with a Wistful Boner

I take Western from it’s uppermost point at Los Feliz down to Melrose then back up to Santa Monica going west to La Brea up to Sunset and back to Western where I start over. I see a girl over by the do-it-yourself car wash and I make a U-turn and ask...
Scot Sothern
6.17.13