Author Archives: Christa Faust

In the years since Money Shot was released, there have been a lot of really passionate reactions about the character of Lalo Malloy. I’ve got a few things I’d like to say about him, but I’ll be addressing an issue… Read More

My Birthday Month may be over, but the vintage shoe porn never ends here in the Haus of Faust. For your coveting pleasure, a pair of lovingly worn QualiCraft heels from the 1950s, black leather and red suede with clear… Read More

My short birthday vacation up the coast was plagued by all sorts of crazy bad luck, but I’m just gonna pretend it was perfect. All problems aside, it was still pretty amazing. Photos here.

I’m not the type to blog daily about my pets. Everyone who reads this blog knows my dog Butch, because he’s a ham who loves all the attention, but not that many people know his girlfriend Emma. That’s her on… Read More

I went back and forth with myself over whether or not to publicly remark on the anniversary of my friend Edith’s death. To post about it seemed morbid or maybe too self-centered, too much about me and oh my woe… Read More

It’s vintage shoe porn time again. Why yes, I am a Spring-o-later slut. This is a knockout pair of 1950s black suede Spring-o-laters with rhinestone encrusted  heels and teardrop-shaped accents on the toes. Cha-cha-cha!

Okay, Faustketeers. As you all know, the Royal Birthday Month is about to begin, and there’s only one thing I want this year for my birthday. That’s right, kids. Artist Glen Orbik has put the original Choke Hold painting aside… Read More

I suck at blurbs. If I really love something, I feel woefully inadequate to say anything meaningful and if I don’t love it, well that’s a whole other world of suck. Unfortunately, blurbing is not optional in this business. We… Read More

In a recent LJ post author Chesya Burke talks about how much she hates having strangers touch, or even ask to touch her hair. Go read it. I’ll wait. I may not be black, but I can’t tell you how… Read More

I live alone. In fact, I’ve lived alone for so long now, that I’m beginning to seriously doubt I’d ever be able to cohabitate with a fellow human being, no matter how sexy and/or unobtrusive. Last night I finally watched… Read More