In light of Simp's apparent meltdown, I thought I'd establish a thread dedicated to the discussion and understanding of this timely thinker.

We may also offer further support and suggestions to Simp in his time of crisis.

Simp's writings apparently began appearing on the rec.arts.movies.erotica Usenet group in Fall 1992, attributed to "Harvey Gaul". (Some scholars report reading messages similar in thrust to the "Gaul" posts on the defunct setgo.com message board circa 2002. However, no evidence could be located at this time).

Here's a link to these texts for your perusal, as a supplement to his posts on XXXPT:
Usenet Messages By "Harvey Gaul"

I meant the fall of 2002, not 1992!

"the eigth circle of hell, more commonly known as 'Gag Factor'."

Thanks for the link, its always good to read more Simp material.

he's the king! Here's my favourite from an Ashley Blue thread, it contains several of the themes that become leitmotifs in his later works:

I think you're probably right. And I must say, the thought of her
discarded by the porn biz a few years from now, crippled with regret
and crying her eyes out saying "Oh God! What did I do! Why did I do
it? Now what am I gonna do?!" really turns me on. I'll be jerking off
to her scenes long after her life has completely fallen apart and
she's working in a factory somewhere, fearing every day that someone
will recognize her.
Maybe porn"stars" should get royalties.

Yes, Simp needs our support in this most trying of times. Lets hold hands, clinch crotches and say a prayer for this lovable, conflicted bastard.

That was quite an eloquent depiction of our dear Simp, Ivor. Maybe he's coming down off of meds, I did with Paxil earlier this year and damn near . .

There are two authors I can name off the top of my head who, like Simp, deal with the desperate, sadistic side of sex and porn:

The first and most obvious being the Marquis De Sade

The second is Peter Sotos , who coincidentally briefly mentions JM Productions/Rob Black/etc. in one of his later books, the title of which I can't recall. (In his opinion JM doesn't go far enough in delivering the degradation promised on their box covers).

SHIT!

I'm listening to this John Lee Hooker CD I got the other day. Just after I finished my last post, out of my speakers come these lines from the song "I'm Bad Like Jesse James":

They're gonna tie your hands
They're gonna tie your feet
They're gonna gag your throat
Where you can't holler
And crying won't help you none
They'll sink you in the water
Yellow bubbles coming up...

...and then, a gurgling sound like he's drowning! Man! Why Why Why Why Why indeed!!!