E-book word count: 74,299 words (304 pages)
Blurb: The Kundalini Code is a post-modern novel that weaves together four artists who are reaching for the stars: a singer, a film director, a writer and a hipster. We follow their sex lives, awakenings, lessons in life manifestation, and growing self-assertion.
Sabrina is a reserved goth tomboy who dreams of being a singer, of becoming more feminine – and losing her virginity. She dodges catastrophe twice and finds a haven in L.A., modeling for artistic nudes. Will she triumph by fronting her band, Clitorisaurus? Ziggy, a lonely professor, moonlights as an S&M director. Some outrageously ballsy scheming catapults his fun, X-rated reality shows into notoriety. A conflicted Palestinian peacenik feels assassins drawing near, but his world-changing shamanic book must get published first. And Todd, the slightly famous boozing hipster, finally swims free of creative block into a global spiritual adventure.
These four entrepreneurial creatives will cross paths in serendipitous, revealing, and even healing ways, amid the clashing of incompatible world subcultures. And one of them won’t survive…
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A Chopin CD sets a sweet mood in the white expanse of Engleton’s New York art studio. Joanna and Donnis joke with each other while Sabrina pours herself into an elaborate costume and sips from a champagne glass.
A translucent phallus stands on the table by the door. (Of course.) Along the right wall, rearing up under a chandelier, is a life-size sculpture of a tiger by Swahili Industries. A long whitish scroll of backdrop paper hangs from the rafters, bisecting the room; piles of equipment and props are strewn in all directions.
Bob Engleton, the renowned B&W art photographer, has at last finished dressing the set. Very period costumey. With mad yet steely eyes, he makes his first request of the shoot.
“Alright, my pretties, come on over and stand right here, right next to that column. Donnis, I want you to feel like a god, that’s your character, you’re the Pharaoh, baby, you’re sexy, you’re powerful, you’re a beast. Great. Can you get hard under your loincloth?”
Donnis shoots him a quizzical look. “Already?”
“I’m so sure you can,” Bob winks. “Now reach up to the sun, great. Both arms. Great. Lovely, lovely. Now, Joanna. Look at this poor Pharaoh. Give him a hand. No other hand, silly, just grab him by his… whatever. Isn’t it hard yet, Joanna dear? Oo, I think you are going to have to do your thing. You know. Be mischievous, spontaneous, sweetheart! Take us wherever you wish to take it.”
Donnis is sporting a pharaoh’s crown from the costume rental down on Fairfax. Joanna strikes a devilish pose, hanging off of Donnis’ shoulder like a satanic ballerina. Sabrina emerges into their midst, resplendent, in a stylish treat from wardrobe.
“Lovely, lovely cleav-ahj-j,” the photographer encourages.
Joanna bends down and slips down her bikini straps. She then strikes other poses, caressing Donnis’ feet with her blond hair. Biting his ass. Falling on her back and arching her spine playfully like a dog who is wanting to play fetch or get belly-rubbed.
Ah, how Bob Engleton loves working with Joanna. A couple shoot can be much trickier than a solo nude shoot, for some models. It’s more psychological. It’s a stretch from the physical. But Joanna? She is a very versatile model, especially now that she’s stripped down to a bikini bottom and scuba mask! Both these professionals are humble about their own beauty. Bob is thinking up a prayer to thank the Creator for having the opportunity to work with such imaginative Talent.
But what about this new girl, Sabrina?