Raise your hand if you want to see John Waters discuss the ins and outs (har har) of the porn industry! Since we can't actually see any of you, we're going to assume your hands are up, and proceed with part two of the conversation our friends over Bullett Magazine had with the provocative filmmaker (part one here). Some teasers: to be a great pornstar, it helps to have been abused by a child; the internet has ruined the porn business model; never fall in love with a pornstar. Enjoy!

John Waters, the Sultan of Shock, hasn't made a movie since A Dirty Shame in 2004, but he still sure likes talking about them. Our friends over at Bullett Magazine recently got the legendary cult filmmaker in a room and picked his brain on all things celluloid. News flash: "Plot is what makes a hit." That, and a little dog feces. Check out the exclusive video after the jump.

There are few folks' lives I actually envy. Respect and admire, sure. But envy is a whole other story. Not that I'd like to be him (or her) when (and if ever) I grow up, mind you. It's just that the lives have been lived with no compromise, and I can't help getting a little green while I watch from the sidelines. So when I'd heard that John Waters was coming to town for the 27th annual Miami Book Fair International, I got giddy, and then I got busy securing some face time.

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"It's time to bring it, Kara," I say to the radiant Kara Walker, who needs no prodding, as we freak across the dance floor together on the 45th story of a building overlooking Ground Zero, her metallic silver vest and long black gown flowing from side to side. This isn't exactly where one might expect to find the award-winning art legend. She is flanked on all sides by drag queens in furry fleshtones and assless gear. Nearby, James Franco chats with abstract artist Mark Bradford, while Debbie Harry, the words "Art Sells" displayed across her chest, shares a (probably dirty) joke with filmmaker John Waters, who hosted last night's New Museum Spring (Un)Gala.

Last night at the The New York Society for Ethical Culture, Baltimore dandy and film provocateur John Waters performed his scandalous one-man show “This Filthy World” to 600 enraptured ears (that’s 300 people, guesstimating). He spoke of his early days as a guerrilla filmmaker (he once spent ten hours on a farm filming his friend Divine roll around in pig shit while farmer and wife presumably watched from inside, too terrified to come out), his drug of choice, (poppers of course), and how the Broadway revival of his film Hairspray made him richer than all of his films combined. He also spoke of the death penalty (“they should at least let you choose what drug you want to OD on”) and the concept of the last meal. Waters, in a low, defiant voice, claimed that his would be “one leaf of arugula." After the jump, see what some of our most beloved mass murderers chose to nosh on before the switch got pulled.

The man who was once referred to as "The Pope of Trash" by William Burroughs is returning to New York for One Night Only to perform his one-man show, This Filthy World. A war cry for Manhattanite "filth followers," the show focuses on the legendary director's true crime obsession, his satorial choices, and his love for exploitation movies. Tickets for the commando performance on June 26 are available here. BYOMink Stole.

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