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.
The only way I’m ever going to be interested in a show about little people is if the little people are also hoarders or self-destructive alcoholics. When is TLC going to realize that well-adjusted midgets are no different than regular people—in that they’re just as fucking boring?
Diane flippin’ Sawyer interviewed me and Adam about Navigeaters (video above)! And here’s the ABC News article that goes along with it. I really hope this means Ms. Sawyer will consider eating cow dong with us.
If you haven’t started following Navigeaters on Tumblr, now’s your chance! We’d also very much appreciate you recommending us for the food blog category in the Tumblr directory—even if you’ve recommended us before. (They take new votes every week, and we need them to surpass all meme-overloading “Fuck Yeah [FOOD ITEM]” blogs.) Come on, people! Help us pulverize the FuckYeahCilantro blog into a fine guacamole.
We ate this. Go on over to Navigeaters to see how sensitive Adam’s gag reflex is!
The chain of events that led to the disappearance of my Q key: I slipped on a magazine, which made me fall into my desk, which made the desk shake, which made everything on it come crashing down onto my computer, which caused my Q key to dislodge and disappear into the nether. I worry how this is going to affect my online Boggle scores.
The thing I love about my super, aside from his backhanded compliments, is that his passive-aggressive notes lean more towards the aggressive side. In case you can’t read it, it says:
Notice! The person who is smoking in the public hallway—flicking ashes on the steps and putting out cigarettes on the landing—STOP! You don’t want me to post who you are in public. Crap in your own house. —Tony
This video is one of the culinary adventures from Navigeaters.com, a blog in which Adam and I document our quest to eat a meal from every country in the world without leaving New York City. (4 down, 190 to go!) If you’re on Tumblr, would you do us a solid and follow us and maybe re-blog a post when you like it? Also, would you be a lamb and recommend us for the food category? And then, will you help me move and also tell me if this mole looks funny? OK, now I’m just getting favor-greedy, but really, if you could give Navigeaters some clicks and eyeballs, we’ll be ethernet-ly grateful.
Within two days of each other, and apropos of nothing, I received these items in the mail—the Hot Dog Bubble Gum from my sister, and the Corndog Lip Balm from my friend Dave. Both came with a note saying “This made me think of you.” It brings me immense joy to know that when my friends and family see a hot dog novelty item, I pop into their heads—probably following the thought, “Who the hell would buy this crap?”
Novelty or not, they’ll be a great additions to the Corndog Day Party this year!
At Pig Butchery 101, we also learned how to make a ham. The recipe is as follows:
Ingredients:
1 pig ass
1 baseball bat
Seasoning
Directions:
Beat ass with bat until tender. Season and let sit for 20-27 days, and then hang in cool, drafty area of your apartment for 16 weeks. If anyone asks why you have a bloody pig stump hanging from your ceiling, just tell them it’s art noir.
Adam and I went to the Brooklyn Kitchen’s Pig Butchery 101 class tonight. The first step was easy: crack open a beer.
My friend Phil is getting married, and in celebration of his impending bethrothal, the lovely Rebecca started a blog to display our favorite Phil moments. This one is mine. Christa, Phil’s soon-to-be missus, is one lucky lady.
This video is part of a series of stupid videos Phil and I took in one night, after going to Crazy Legs’ birthday party and then spending half the night on subway platforms because we got on the wrong train. It just goes to show that you can have fun anywhere with this guy. Someone should send him to Darfur to test this theory. —Laura
