Krakens and crackers, it’s been a long time (years!) since this site’s been updated. We could make up all sorts of reasons to excuse this abysmal betrayal to you, our dear readers, but we’re really just hoping you’re going to forgive us because this update’s so damned special, by gum! That’s right, folks. This update’s going to make your knees weaker than Woody Allen trying to arm wrestle Mr. T. This update’s going to make your eyes pop like a truckload of Orville Redenbacher at ground zero of a nuke test. This update, we’re proud to say, features stunning underground supermodel Scar!

You know you’ve seen her around — the Internet is her bitch! Scar can be found at her official site, BlueBlood.com, BlueBlood.net, Gothic Sluts, Barely Evil, and Rubber Dollies. She’s also been featured on I Love The Devil, but please don’t tell the sweet baby Jesus — he just had a birthday and we’d hate to kill his joy buzz!

Often fueled by a volatile mixture of vodka and tofu, Scar is an artist to the core. Whether she’s adorning herself with latex, trashy lingerie, three-piece suits, or nothing but go-go boots, or dying her hair more colors than Crayola can dream up names for, or designing sets for photo shoots, or painting, or getting a new tattoo, or cooking, or violating the innocent, she’s sure to leave an impression (maybe only a bruise, if you’re lucky).

Happy new year, punk! ‘08 promises to be a good one (unlike Scar, who only promises to be as good or evil as she wants to be)!

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“Santiago misses you, Betty Doum. Santiago misses you!”

Tattooed on the naked left heel of the sleeping drunkard in the dark Montreal alley, these words greeted Betty Doum with cryptic relevance. Ever since fleeing the capital of Chile for a more northern climate those long years ago, she never dreamed they’d track her down. Not here. Not now! She thought she’d thrown them off her trail when she worked as a special agent for the Suicide Girls under the codename of Doumaz, but it seemed someone on the inside had been following her all along. Or maybe they’d just gotten lucky — who could say? In any case, they were on to her now, and she’d have to think fast.

Betty Doum liked to think fast. She was good at it, much to the chagrin of those dullards she’d left choking in her wake, their deaths not swift or painless as she’d twisted her trademark stiletto knife into their guts with the precision of a surgeon. An unwelcome visitor was always charged the same price: excruciating torment before coughing up their lives on a pavement drenched in their own blood. She thought it was as clear a message as she could leave to those who might try and follow her here, but obviously it wasn’t clear enough.

She’d been shacked up with tattoo artist Nicking while taking contracts with City Kittie and Punk Pussy (a couple of global feline relocation outfits, it would seem), keeping a low profile and filling her days with copious amounts of punk rock and pornography. But now that some nosy so-and-so was on her trail, her hedonistic headquarters would have to take a ho-hum hiatus.

The hiatus wouldn’t last long. As it turned out, Betty Doum wasn’t being pursued by agents from her homeland, after all. The tattoo? Just a love note from Nicking. He knew she’d be taking the shortcut through the dark alley when returning home from her job at the cafe, and he wanted to surprise her. Luckily, the beans were spilled before she’d killed half the neighborhood, so a happy ending was ensured (but just barely).

Keep an eye on this space for future news of Betty Doum’s endeavors. Just be careful not to try and sneak up on her. She’s dangerous!

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What’s the solution to staying warm in Canada? By having hot, punk girls like Mia Hush around to melt the snow and tender hearts, alike! This Jill-of-all-trades (and mistress of more) keeps her secrets buried in an unmarked grave at a deserted crossroads just outside Saskatoon, but she tattletales a thing or two when vodka martinis enter the picture.

That is, until she drinks us under the table and she’s got us spilling our guts (in more ways than one) into the wee hours. By morning, we’ve awakened with nary a bus token to get us home, and Mia’s long gone with our wallets and our stories. What fickle youth has pried from us when guessing games net us nothing! Ah, nothing but a glimpse and a glimmer… at least we have the pictures by which to remember her. Have you seen this young lady?

You might spy her on ManicJane (one of our personal favorite sites here at Hotpunkgirl World Headquarters). You might catch a peek of her at MPI Studios (another old friend). You may see her hitchhiking to Lebanon on the side of an obscure Roman thoroughfare with the hint of a dagger’s pommel poking from her pocket. You may hear tales of her in a now-destitute bootlegger casino where no table was left unturned by her exploits. You may just miss the boat that’s left, allegedly carrying her to another haven of mischief that’ll be a den of tears by the time you arrive, once again too late. Don’t even begin the detective work necessary to catch up to this beguiling devil, punk. You don’t have what it takes!

Just enjoy and move along. And smile when you do it, stranger!

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A whirlwind of tornadic perversion, I will twist you, taunt you, tease you, and tempt you into my spiralling inferno of chaos and mayhem. Marked by photographers as a chameleon, I am a sinister, schizophrenic fetish fashionista who chugs Jack Daniels and races around on her motorcycle with the craziest and most rabid of kin. I am perpetually seeking to quench my thirst for adrenaline and to push creative bounds with art. Born to two Eastern European parents from the old country, I was raised to explore and embrace all stimuli that intrigued me. While most girls played with dolls and had sleepovers, I was exploring the chemical properties of ectoplasm and climbing trees to find spore mushrooms. I also really liked balloons, and I don’t mean in a bat-them-around-look-at-the-pretty-colors kids’ kind of way. I liked to stretch them over my fingers, smell them, and rub them all over my hands every opportunity I got.

It wasn’t until the end of high school that I realized I was a latex fetishist, and I knew it was going to be a part of my life for a great many years to come. I graduated valedictorian of my high school class, as well as my college class, donning purple hair and piercings all the way up my ears. I was into Lords of Acid, Thrill Kill Kult, and Sisters of Mercy, and at the same time I found solace in Verdi, Bach, and Vivaldi. I could wield a crop as precisely as I could prepare a tax return, and this dichotomy lives with me till this day.

I am your Bruce Wayne and Batman, your conservative career professional with a maniacal, curious dark side. I change my look from day to day, largely influenced by the sci-fi and horror genres. I wear a business suit to work every day and manage with the highest levels of efficiency. I am also a top who loves to get tied up in shibari, suspensions, and cinched in corsets. Traveling to Europe and indulging in Thai food are two of my passions. Now really, my dears, would you expect anything less from a Virgo? I am also an actress (both film and stage), a performance artist, and a writer who is working on compiling the essays I’ve written over the years into a sequential art book. My infatuation with life is surpassed only by my passion for creating provocative art. It is a part of me that I can not help but live, dream, breathe, and most importantly, feel. Come join me in my playground of perversion. Let me corrupt and confuse your dirty little mind. For this, my darlings, is only the beginning. Get to know the saucy little minx called Gwarskitty…your sinister schizophrenic fashionista awaits.

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When people first meet me, they usually think I am a complete bitch (total bitch if they are American). Later, they often say “then I got to know you and you’re really quite sweet.” Others, well, they just discover I am not their cup of tea. That’s fine, but for the record I take my tea - Earl Grey - with milk and two sachets of Splenda.

All this “you’re a bitch, oh, no, you’re not really” was amusing at first; now it’s just rather tedious. So these days I just punch everyone I meet in the throat so we can skip the whole middle part.

When I was growing up I wanted to be Batman until around the age of 14 when I decided I wanted to be a film director that I forsook for journalism at 18, only to find out that was about as exciting as AA. Eventually, at the ripe old age of 28, I found my true love: computers. Yes, just thinking about FTPs sends a shiver up my spine, and a visit to the Apple store puts a twinkle in my toes. Yes, I am a geek. But a punk rock one at that with a hint of hipster and dash of goth.

I am, if you haven’t noticed from the lingo already, British. I have been living in Los Angeles for the last three years. I love the city passionately but hate the way it brings out the worst in people because they allow it to. But in terms of diversity, there’s nowhere as cool as L.A. It’s the city where no one belongs.

Why am I here? Good question. Still not entirely sure after three years, but I can tell you this much ­ I am happier. I have my own Web site ­ sleazyred.com - which, aside from my own amusement, ego stroking, and exhibitionism is just a place for my creative outbursts. You might not want to hang around too long waiting for them as I am also a terrible procrastinator (which is a fancy word for lazy).

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I’m a 22-year-old queer pixie living in Portland, and my current occupation is Caffeine Goddess (aka barista, which has nothing to do with revolutionary, south-of-the-border freedom fighting, no matter what anyone tells you) at Coffee People. I’m a Virgo with a huge and meaningful — sometimes not understood — connection to the planet Mercury. I have a perpetually manic kitten named Medusa who is really a snake at heart. My passions include tea, cooking (I make the best tiramisu you will ever taste or dream about), cuddling, kissing, and touching for never-ending time spans, genetics (I am hoping to eventually find a cure for Huntington’s Chorea), and aromatherapy. When it comes to things (and people) that smell good, I get ravenous. Oh! You must go to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab to find the best hand-blended oils (Sniff Heaven).

I am in love with life and love, and my cherished community of friends, lots of which are found on That Bird’s Nest. Bird, the photographer extraordinaire, is my bright and shining pink love-star.

I am addicted to the beauty that is body modification and have lots and lots o’ tattoos — the eyeball on my inner arm is the most meaningful, representing my third eye and my spiritual nature. I have 29 piercings, 7 of which are in my sparkly nether regions, and I recently got a corset piercing done (which was excruciatingly arousing, to say the least).

My name is Jasminepearls on Livejournal. Stop by and say hello!

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Fluent in both English and redneck, vegetarian Tennessee native Mychelle Jynx writes:

“I’m just a typical, broke-ass twenty-year-old college student. I’m majoring in journalism and will probaly have a minor in photography. I’m always sarcastic and have a tendency to come off as a bitch to some. Love me or hate me… I really don’t give a shit.

“When I’m not busy trying to keep up with school, I’m either attempting to work on my Web site, playing pool, going out with my friends, or spending time with my wonderful boyfriend and getting drunk. I love music and have a very eclectic taste - one minute I’m listening to Wilco and, the next, Type O Negative or The Damned. My tastes are eclectic in pretty much everything, not just music. More about that, though, can be found on my site.

“In closing, as Mae West said, ‘When choosing between two evils, I always like to take the one I’ve never tried before.’”

In her infinite mercy, Ms. Jinx gives you more than two choices, however. She’s got a Web site, a Yahoo! group, a Livejournal, and…heck. We wouldn’t want to make your job too easy, stalker! You’ll figure it all out. And while you’re giving it some thought, maybe you could get her something nice?

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The highly caffeinated Molly Crabapple isn’t always sketching be-wigged enlightenment-era aristrocrats, vengeful goddesses, and impish bookworms. Forsooth, when she’s not making art, Molly Crabapple is the art. Ah, but here. It is better to let her tell you the story, no?

“I learned to draw in a Parisian bookstore. I now credit my artistic success to a combination of harsh criticism from the proprietor and hours copying “A Tart’s Progress.” Later, I sketched by way through Morocco and Kurdistan — and once into a Turkish jail.

“Back in New York, I’ve made my lucre as a pinup model and burlesque dancer, while turning out Victorian-themed illustrations for SCREW and NY Press. As a fine artist, I’ve hung in staid, white walled establishments, and next to John John Jesse in the notorious CBGB’s 313. Goals? To be a combination of Reginald Marsh and Charles Dana Gibson, with a wee bit of Dita Von Teese on the side.

“If given drink I will be mean. Just like when I’m sober.”

Her sites are sights for eyes sore and wide, and I have no idea why you’re wasting your time here when you could be there! Or there! She contributes to The Asylum, and, heck, she’s even found the time to moonlight as a SuicideGirl!

There. And when you’re done with all that, why don’t you stop with the take, take, take and buy her some books? Her birthday’s not ’til September, but what did you get her last year, punk?

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Heidi Van Horne writes:

“I grew up in Houston, Texas going to punk shows at local clubs from 14 on - my favorite band ever is X, although I love everything from early ’80s punk to old country (Patsy, Hank Sr., DAC, Willie, Waylon, Johnny, etc.) to showtunes to rap.

“I’m in the all-girl classic car club Hell’s Belles and I like vintage rides, although my poor punkass usually can’t afford one - I’m lucky to have an old Ford Truck right now.”I’ve been in Barracuda magazine (#19, cover & centerfold) in Lowrider magazine, and Japan’s Burnout magazine and CK DeLuxe. I’ve had some inconsistent success as an actress - recently on ER as a “sexy female drummer” opposite what is, by NBC standards, the new “punk” doctor (Shane West - who was actually a very cool guy and is psyched to play Darby Crash in the soon-to-be-made biopic about The Germs) and I was an ass-kicking bitch on the first season of The OC.

“When I’m not on set or getting people drunk at work, I hang out with my boyfriend (who plays fast-as-hell drums in his punk band) and my dog and I act like hermits watching crap TV and listening to old Pixies tapes.”

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I’m a gentle giant really… if you can see past my six-foot stature and dangerous curves you’ll see that I am quite soft to the touch and armed with a smile that could make you melt! My biggest goal was to overcome society’s standard of cookie-cutter beauty; accept myself for who I am. Once I did that I decided that I wanted to use what I have to make it BIG in the alt porn industry. The first to discover me and pop my alt porn cherry was NoFauxxx and not too long after, That Strange Girl.

I have pending sets for TheOUTS and the big, beautiful and FREE (that’s right, no charge to see these sexy women) Voodoo-Dollhouse. More about me: Despite birth control and a condom I found a way to pop out on June 8th in Dorchester (read: Dotchestah), MA. It took me no time at all to outgrow both of my parents and the boundaries of society. I’ve spent the last few years buried in books: my favorites being by Tom Robbins, Henry Miller, Anais Nin, Albert Camus, Douglas Coupland, Dostoevsky, Leo Tolstoy, and Kurt Vonnegut. Or buried in between people’s legs be they male, female or both! I wanted to experience anything and everything I could spiritually and physically.

I have no fear of trying different styles and listening to different music; my tastes are an eclectic mix of industrial/indie/punk/emo/classic rock/synthpop/etc., etc., etc. I’ve also been on the move the past few years living in RI, MD, and now settled (for now) in PA. But most of the time my heart just aches for Boston — there is just something about unpredictable weather, bad drivers, and pretentious goth clubs that give me the warm squishies inside!

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