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I'm Laura Leu, a writer living in New York City. I enjoy telling strangers on the Internet my name, occupation and city of residence. If you're an editor who wants to give me work, you can read some clips below or take a look at my resume. If you're a horny old German man, you can watch this video of me playing my accordion while my friend pole-dances.

I'm also one-half of the Navigeaters duo, a couple who blogs about their quest to eat a meal from every nation in the world without leaving NYC.

You can email me at laura.leu [at] gmail.com, or find me on Facebook, Twitter, Vimeo, or standing right behind you. Psych!

stuff i've written

"Abnormal School," Time Out New York
On attending Coney Island Sideshow School.

"Inside the Mind of a Monster," Stuff magazine
A feature profile story on Arthur Shawcross, convicted serial killer and cannibal.

"Love Machine," NY Press
An essay on watching my ex-boyfriend have sex with a robot.

"Conventional Sex," Details
A tour of the nation's sultriest, strangest, and stickiest sex festivals.

"Dating a Dreamboat," Women's Health magazine
A review on dating a male model.

"Bedroom Briefing," Stuff magazine
A recurring Q&A sex advice column.

"Fear of Clothing in Las Vegas," Stuff magazine
An interview with cover girl Nikki Cox

"TONYPD," Time Out New York
A recurring column, in which I dress like a cop and issue tickets to people for various misbehaviors.

"Soul Mates," Penthouse magazine
A regular sex column in Penthouse. In this installment: foot fetishes.

"Pop Vulture," Shock magazine
A parody of weekly celebrity tabloids.

"XXX-posure," Stuff magazine
A first-person narrative on becoming an extra in a porn movie.

"Hot Seat: Richard Simmons," Time Out New York
A Q&A interview with Richard Simmons.

"Why Karma is a Bitch," McSweeneys.net
A McSweeney's list in which I defend the Buddhist doctrine's cattiness.

22 July 10
If you have time I have a small research project for you. Can you tell me if any restaurant serves a Dill Cole Slaw as a salad/side dish in NY? I did see something on travel of such a dish, but don’t know where.
— An email from my dad, who doesn’t know how to use Google but is quite proficient with Leugle. 
15 July 10
Meet Martin, a 5-year-old lady labradoodle who stands on small and/or wobbly things. See her amazing feats of balance here.
Related: Poodle panda.

Meet Martin, a 5-year-old lady labradoodle who stands on small and/or wobbly things. See her amazing feats of balance here.

Related: Poodle panda.

13 July 10
Master cheesemaker Scott Erickson from Bass Lake Cheese Factory gave me a private cheese curd tutorial while he cooked up a batch. That’s like a wannabe rock star learning guitar riffs from Jimi Hendrix.

Master cheesemaker Scott Erickson from Bass Lake Cheese Factory gave me a private cheese curd tutorial while he cooked up a batch. That’s like a wannabe rock star learning guitar riffs from Jimi Hendrix.

12 July 10
Don’t hate, pollinate.

Don’t hate, pollinate.

5 July 10
A bat wakes up for a midday snack at the Royal Botanic Gardens in Sydney.

A bat wakes up for a midday snack at the Royal Botanic Gardens in Sydney.

Tags: pic pick
4 July 10
navigeaters:

It’s National Deep Throat A Hot Dog Day! And in honor of it, here’s a photo of me standing behind Joey Chestnut after he won the 2009 Nathan’s Famous International Hot Dog Eating Competition by mowing a record-breaking 68 dogs. For two years, I proudly served as Chestnut’s “Bunnette,” the girl who counts hot dogs, roots for the eaters and entertains the crowd. In a nutshell, I was a competitive-eating cheerleader.
Sharing a stage with professional gluttons and being sprayed with wiener shrapnel may not sound like an accomplishment to most, but for me, it was a dream come true. I had always aspired to become a competitive eater until an overzealous bite of a hot dog nearly left me dead and certainly left me fearful of chewing massive amounts of meat at a rapid rate. All of my gorging dreams, dashed.
But this is America, the land of opportunity. It’s where hot dogs were invented, where competitive eating is considered a sport and, of course, where dreams are made. And even though I wasn’t shoveling hot dogs into my maw, I was still a part of the greatest eating competition in the world — without having to deal with post-match meat sweats.
So thanks for making my dreams come true, America. Happy Independence Day…and go Chestnut!

navigeaters:

It’s National Deep Throat A Hot Dog Day! And in honor of it, here’s a photo of me standing behind Joey Chestnut after he won the 2009 Nathan’s Famous International Hot Dog Eating Competition by mowing a record-breaking 68 dogs. For two years, I proudly served as Chestnut’s “Bunnette,” the girl who counts hot dogs, roots for the eaters and entertains the crowd. In a nutshell, I was a competitive-eating cheerleader.

Sharing a stage with professional gluttons and being sprayed with wiener shrapnel may not sound like an accomplishment to most, but for me, it was a dream come true. I had always aspired to become a competitive eater until an overzealous bite of a hot dog nearly left me dead and certainly left me fearful of chewing massive amounts of meat at a rapid rate. All of my gorging dreams, dashed.

But this is America, the land of opportunity. It’s where hot dogs were invented, where competitive eating is considered a sport and, of course, where dreams are made. And even though I wasn’t shoveling hot dogs into my maw, I was still a part of the greatest eating competition in the world — without having to deal with post-match meat sweats.

So thanks for making my dreams come true, America. Happy Independence Day…and go Chestnut!

Reblogged: navigeaters

30 June 10
For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity’s affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss — a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity’s mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world’s thirstiest gerbil.
— From the book “The Ghost Downstairs” and winner of the Bulwer-Lytton prize for the worst opening sentence of a novel.
16 June 10
New use for an antique glass urinal: flower vase. Naturally, I put peeonies in it.

New use for an antique glass urinal: flower vase. Naturally, I put peeonies in it.

Tags: Potty humor
9 June 10

I know Conan O’Brien already replaced the Masturbating Bear with the Self-pleasuring Panda, but if there’s room for more genital-stimulating characters, might I suggest the Autofellating Walrus?

8 June 10
I searched “punch” on Flickr and discovered the world’s most adorable fistfight.
Via Flickr, Ninja M.

I searched “punch” on Flickr and discovered the world’s most adorable fistfight.

Via Flickr, Ninja M.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh