About G Filotto
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My first paid bit of writing was done when I was in school at about age 16. There was a competition for best essay, which would end up in the school yearbook and also give the princely sum of 25 Pula (I studied my O Levels in a private school in Botswana) and I decided I would write to win it. Following the unbroken line that has pushed all of man’s technological advancements since the dawn of time, I decided to go with pornography. I began my essay, entitled “The double English” (referring to a double session of English literature) by describing how I spent most of my time there fantasizing about undressing one of the pretty girls in the class (I never said who she was).
Incredibly, I won first prize, to the roaring applause of the entire school when it was presented. An agglomeration of misfits that until that day had done its best to ignore me and I them. After that it was only natural that my next paid bit of writing was for the most scandalous “flesh” mag in South Africa. SCOPE Magazine. They actually showed women’s naked breasts in this obvious communist ploy to destroy Western civilization as we know it. In the 1990s. The scandal. The filth. Keep in mind that television was banned in South Africa until the 1970s.
After that I wrote the Face on Mars (soon to be re-released in an updated version. And by soon I mean sometime in 2011. Hopefully), which is now out of print, and became semi-famous for a little while. My concepts in that book were partially plagiarised by Graham Hancock without his giving credit, which I found a bit irritating (I told him to his face and he apologised back in 1997), and I was interviewed on TV in the USA and UK.
My latest book is Systema: The Russian Martial System, which is currently the only complete manual on Systema in the world. I also have written a variety of articles for some magazines that invariably always go bust and disappear, much like SCOPE, but without the naked ladies in them.
My natural first love though, apart from aliens, human origins, ancient civilizations with the power to destroy worlds, antigravity machines and deadly Spetsnaz ninja stuff, remains high quality pornography. I hope to one day have the time to write my memoirs under a pseudonym so as not to incur death by stoning from various puritanical branches of the family tree, not to mention a couple of husbands out there, which if truth be told should really be grateful for the quality of their current sex lives, and could have at least sent me a good bottle of cognac.
If you thought you were going to find a pompous intellectual here, well, you are in the wrong place my friend. I prefer intelligent and relevant human discourse. Hence the pornography. And no, it’s not a fixation, thank you. It’s art don’t you know. At least the way I do it.
