About
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
"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.
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.
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.
Don’t hate, pollinate.
A bat wakes up for a midday snack at the Royal Botanic Gardens in Sydney.
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!
New use for an antique glass urinal: flower vase. Naturally, I put peeonies in it.
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?
I searched “punch” on Flickr and discovered the world’s most adorable fistfight.
Via Flickr, Ninja M.