Cincinnati Goddamn is a documentary which focuses on two of the 15 black men who were killed by the Cincinnati Police from 1995-2001, the Cincinnati Riots and the reforms that eventually transpired. The reforms included an opening of dialogue between the CPD, ALCU, Black United Front and the community called the Collaborative. It also led to to Community Problem Oriented Policing which is a process that aims to be proactive in problem-solving vs. having the police exist as a hostile entity.
   Police were instructed to use less lethal weapons. A Civilian Review board was established.
   Obviously, the past couple of years have seen deaths involving the police which has led to both protests and riots throughout our country so the relevancy of Cincinnati Goddamn is obvious.

I interviewed two dominatrices, Mistress Eve Minax and Miss Theresa. Each have over 15 years of professional experience. Asking them about their profession, providing insight on what makes a good client. They were asked to answer the questions they preferred, not all questions are answered by both women.

1. How did you start working as a Dominatrix? What flicked the switch for you, from enjoying being a top to getting paid for it and having clients?

EM: Long story, mostly, post 9/11 no work for literary people and yet clients lined up from afar.

Let us recall both the political careers of Michael Coleman and Andy Ginther advanced primarily due to their involvement in covering up scandals. Coleman, then an attorney at Schottenstein, Zox and Dunn, stepped forward to aid billionaire Les Wexner’s alleged bribery of City Council President Jerry Hammond. Remember $220,000 was funneled from friends of Les to the Major Chord jazz club in the Short North.  The deal was that New Albany would get water and sewer services extended from Columbus and paid for by city residents and Hammond would get a jazz club.
   When the scheme was busted, Coleman took the lead role with attorney Larry James in explaining how the apparent investment bribe was really supposed to be a non-profit contribution to the Martin Luther King, Jr. Center. Coleman had the paper to prove it and a newly appointed seat on Columbus City Council.
   Ginther was appointed to the Columbus School Board, where he covered up the “data-rigging scandal” by forcing out the School’s internal auditor who was on the investigative trail. This is how Ginther won his chops to serve on Council and become the Council President.

Monday, the Tenth day of August in the Hundred-Score-and-Five-and-Tenth year since B.C.(E.)
  We wanted to see Die Antwoord and we got word the opener, Get Weird, wasn’t worth watching, so DJ and I intentionally showed late just as the wayward warmup got offstage and what we’d paid to see got underway. The LC Pavilion was filled with White people from all walks-of-life and economic backgrounds. But so many White people at a hip-hop show? Why?
  White rappers.
  I played “spot the other non-Whites” and found a total of maybe two-dozen Brown people and ten Black people, not counting those who appeared masked onstage. I may have miscounted, but the multitudes were White. I felt like Ahab, swallowed into the Great White Whale.

Here at the Free Press’s Department of Etiquette and Common Decency, we have been receiving a great deal of inquiries with respect to the propriety of male musicians performing onstage while wearing shorts. It is not entirely clear as to whether these queries are being propounded by the genuinely confused, anticipatory contrarians, or outraged audience members seeking something definitive in writing. Regardless, it is apparent that the wearing of shorts on stage is becoming increasingly frequent, and that the issue needs to be conclusively addressed.

  As a general matter, the answer is that shorts (or cut-offs, umbros, jams, jorts, hot pants, bermudas, footer-bags etc.) should not be worn by any performer who is or might be in view of an audience and is not AC/DC’s Angus Young. Most sources agree on an exception for certain members of thrash metal bands, and there appears to be some support in instances of life-threatening heat (although this is far from universal acceptance). Beyond these carefully circumscribed exceptions, however, there is uniform consensus that wearing shorts on stage makes you look like a fucking idiot.