Letters from the issue of June 10, 2010

Dominatrix High Jinks

Vanessa dominates: In response to "Magic City Mistress" (Lera Gavin, June 3): I loved this story. I actually read it twice. I knew this is something that goes on here and there, but I had no idea how to even start to look for these kinds of services in Miami. A whole new world — possibly for me to get into. Thank you.




Don't blame the domme: Interesting article. I especially empathized with Lera Gavin's youthful exuberance, "Greyhounding it" to Miami from NY in search of something — and how a crumbling city of turpitude turned you aside, compelling alternative ventures. And to the haters, keep your myopic moralization to yourself; do you blame the gun or the killer? Ms. Gavin provides a service that people seek and pay for.

Cory Minto

Oedipus, anyone?: Not quite investigative journalism, but the writing is refreshingly open and heartfelt. Bettie Page meets Dita von Teese, but with the rawness of reality. Pain, anguish, humiliation, and subjugation, but ultimately the achievement of pleasure and satisfaction as one's objectives. It reads rather like an ancient Greek tragedy.

Mike C.

Sicko: Ew, you're a freak. How can you possibly be turned on by Schindler's List? You are so perverted. That film is a masterpiece about struggles of Jewish people, and you get horny watching Ralph Fiennes in a Nazi uniform? There is something seriously wrong with you. Get help!

Elisa Shvartz

Radar love: Brilliant! Whether the story is fabricated or not, it is very clear that the writer understands how unique and bonding a true dom/sub relationship can be. The idea is for the sub to trust you so completely that he/she knows you would never bring harm, but at the same time you strip away their barriers. With each barrier torn away, the sub becomes more aware of the true desire and/or needs. Usually the need is simple: to serve and please a mistress without reservation.


Clean family filth: Filth. This isn't journalism — its fiction. It's sad that people have become so jaded they can't tell the difference anymore.


Run, weekly, run!: Lera Gavin is one of the few true journalists left today. These are the kind of stories weekly papers should be running.

Matt Caputo

Tunnel of Love

Help the unhealthy: The Port of Miami tunnel project ("Tunnel to Nowhere," Erik Maza, June 3) is a big mistake that will come back to haunt us. The money would be better spent on Jackson Memorial Hospital for the benefit of the poor. We need to remember this during the next commission election.


Remove the funny nose: When you go to the circus, do you scream at the clown about to touch the live wire and get shocked? No, you sit back and watch the show. I suggest we all do the same with these circus clowns as they run around pulling their scams to pilfer money from this project only to be exposed and hauled away to jail like they always are. My biggest concern is: Where will the money come from to build the loser Dolphins a new stadium, and of course the Heat will need a new facility as well. Watch the clown show, people!

Mark Scott

Taxpayers, arise!: Rail is the future of containers, and the port already has a train line. Gas prices will skyrocket. The city could have an entrance two blocks away, a closer freeway entrance. This is political and has nothing to do with wise use of taxpayer money or even common sense. Why do we keep re-electing officials who put self-interest over civic interest?

Ray Fields

Luke Is No Fluke

He made it all possible: The music industry doesn't give Luther Campbell (Luke's Gospel, June 3) enough credit for breaking the barriers of freedom of speech. Today government allows artists to say whatever they want to say on any album they want to make.


Luke gave birth: Having grown up on the streets of Dade County (Wynwood to be exact) in the early '80s, I can honestly say Uncle Luke and 2 Live Crew had a tremendous impact on my life. Their struggles, efforts, and achievements put Miami-Dade County's music on the map. When it comes to the birthplace of Southern rap, there is no other place — it's Miami. Luke's sounds have been imitated, but they will never be duplicated. Now, 20 years later, his music still pumps in the clubs, and one thing is for sure: It will never die. Thank you, Luke, and may you have many more honors coming your way. You deserve them.

Arturo Paula


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