----- Original Message ----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Tuesday, October 31, 2000 7:42 AM Subject: Fw: Soft Money... > Sascha --- you gotta see this. > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] > Sent: Tuesday, October 31, 2000 7:41 AM > Subject: Soft Money... > > > > > > Kim, > > > > Hi There! > > > > Sorry for taking so long to email you back. I've been really > > busy---not just with schoolwork, either. And, no, I don't have a > > boyfriend. It's practically Election Day! And since this is my > > first time voting, participating and everything has been really > > important to me. > > > > Remember when John McCain visited my campus back in the spring, > > and I thought that his talk about campaign finance reform was > > pretty cool? Well, I've changed my mind. Reform would be nice, > > but right now the most important thing is the election. And this > > election is so close, it could really be decided by which > > campaign is able to run the most television advertisements. > > > > Which brings me to what I've been doing for the past few months. > > Which is, basically collecting soft money for the campaign and > > our candidates --- I call them Our Boys. And if anybody found > > out what I'm doing, there would be hell to pay. So I am totally > > trusting you to keep this to yourself, OK? > > > > Here's how it started: My father was a delegate at the convention > > this summer. I came along. It was amazing --- a whole week of > > partying and flirting. The food was fantastic. But I also > > listened to the speeches, and I really got energized, you know > > what I mean? I really got into the messages. I agreed with so > > much of what the candidate and his VP and everybody else had to > > say---I was totally tripping on the atmosphere. I asked M&D if I > > could give $1000 of my savings account to the campaign, and they > > must have been tripping too, because they said yes. > > > > Silly me, I thought that once you give a thousand dollars, that's > > it. But when I turned in the check, the boy who took it asked if > > I wanted to match my contribution with another thousand dollars > > to the party. That's the "soft money" that McCain was talking > > about. When I told him that I didn't think I could afford any > > more, he said "ok," but that I might want to go out fund raising, > > to see if I could get anybody else to contribute. > > > > This is then when I had my---oh, let's call it a revelation. We > > were at this after-hours party the night before the last night of > > the convention, and lots of people---M&D included---were trashed > > off their asses. Personally, I was soberer than sober. So this > > slick-ass middle-aged man in a suit comes up to me and asks me > > what I'm doing there, who I'm with, blah blah blah. We start > > talking, and he's all impressed with my intelligence and > > education and tan and my Prada minidress. So I tell him that I > > just contributed $1000 and he's all super-impressed with me. > > > > So the guy gets really close to me and murmurs something to the > > effect of: "How would you like to contribute another $1000?" He > > said that he had to contribute $5000 to get into the party, and > > that they were expecting him to contribute another $5000 the next > > day. He said that if I let him kiss me, he would increase his > > donation to $6000. > > > > Wow. > > > > I got all warm and uncomfortable all of a sudden. I'm sure I was > > blushing. I didn't know what to do. And he said, "what's the > > harm? This campaign is very important to you. It's important to > > me. They need my money. I want to kiss you. A thousand dollars > > for our team." > > > > "You would give them an extra thousand dollars, just for a kiss?" > > I said. > > > > "Well, I was hoping that you would also come back to my hotel > > room with me," he said, with a sly smile on his face. > > > > Right. "My folks are around," I whispered back. "They'll wonder > > where I am." > > > > "Fine. A stolen kiss in an empty corner it is," he said. He > > looked pretty disappointed. "$100 work for you?" > > > > I was imagining trying to kiss him. To tell the truth, he didn't > > look that bad. But I felt like he was changing the bargain. "I > > thought you said a thousand dollars." > > > > "Yeah, I guess I did. How about $250?" > > > > I nodded and smiled, and we left the big party and went into this > > little conference room with the lights out, and he flipped me > > over like a movie star and gave me this long, slurpy, oops-I' > > m-accidentally-rubbing-your-tits-aren't-I? kiss. Then he took > > out his checkbook, wrote out a $250 check to the National > > Committee, and gave it to me. > > > > Wow, I thought. That was pretty easy. I felt like I had given > > blood or something---drained but exhilarated. > > > > So the next day, while everyone was all at their little parties > > before the Boys were supposed to make their speeches, this other > > older guy comes up to me. > > > > "Hello," he says, with this little dancing school bow. "You must > > be Xanna." > > > > "Yeah." I say a little suspiciously, because today I'm not all > > tarted up in Prada or anything. > > > > He smiles this weird smile. "You are, I assume, the young virgin > > ready to serve her country?" > > > > I'm thinking, who the hell are you, asking me if I'm a virgin or > > not, and then I get it. "Oh, did Jim tell you about me?" > > > > "He did. My pockets aren't as deep as Jim's, I'm afraid. But I'm > > wondering how much money I could give the Party if you would put > > your hands in them?" > > > > Oh my God, I think. Like my brain can't quite process what this > > all means, but I say, "$500." > > > > He looks at me again. "What if you would. as you young people > > put it.blow me?" > > > > I say, "Spit or swallow?" > > > > He says: "Price is no object." > > > > I say, doing the math, "One-thousand spit. Two thousand > > swallow." > > > > "Spit." > > > > So I do. We go looking around the convention center for a quiet > > place, but we can't find anything. I'm getting ready to give > > up --- perhaps I really don't want to do this --- when he finds > > one of those handicap bathrooms, you know, the kind with a single > > toilet and a door that locks? We go inside, he locks the door, > > and he can barely get his pants down, he's so hard. I mean, he > > almost loses it the moment I touch him. Let me tell you, this guy > > was no different from the undergrads in my dorm. And the guy > > feels so bad about it, hitting my dress, just like Bill and > > Monica -- that he ends up writing a $1500 check to the National > > Committee. (He offered to give me $100 for the dry-cleaning, but > > I told him that I wouldn't take the money.) > > > > At this point I was totally grossed out but filled with, what, > > this kind of patriotic fervor. I can't tell you how loud I > > cheered that night when Our Boys finally got onto the podium and > > accepted the nomination. > > > > The second I get back to school I signed up for the Election > > Events committee, which handles the campus organization, the > > get-out-the-vote, and such. But it was all so removed. So I went > > down to the state party headquarters at the capital. They wanted > > me to stuff envelopes and make phone calls --- until I told them > > that I had raised $2000 in soft money in two nights by attending > > parties and flirting with VIPs. That did the trick. I got added > > as a special guest to all of the mailing lists, parties, and > > special events until the election. It was sort of a tacit > > agreement --- I could go to all of the cool events, as long as I > > could keep the donations coming in. > > > > Now Kim, don't get me wrong --- the state party never explicitly > > endorsed the idea of trading blowjobs or a quickie for campaign > > contributions. They just know that I'm very good at what I do. I > > get to go to all of the exciting parties. I get to taste all of > > the amazing food, drink all of the expensive drinks (nobody cards > > me), and get to meet all of those important people. And they get > > their contributions. There's a reason that our state is up 200% > > over the record that we set in '96. > > > > Some of the guys try to pay me personally, but I don't let them. > > That would make me a whore, you know? And one guy kept calling > > me, trying to see if we could get together again. I told him that > > we couldn't do that, or else people might get suspicious. > > Besides, this is about being part of the political process, isn't > > it? It's my responsibility to get as money from as many people as > > possible, rather than concentrating on a few big spenders. > > > > The sex? I admit I get into it sometimes. A lot of these guys, > > they're really good in bed. You wouldn't believe it. I try not > > to fake orgasms, and what's really cool is a not insignificant > > amount of time I don't even have to. I mean, most of these guys > > act like it's their responsibility to get me off. I wish that > > more of the guys in my dorm felt that way! > > > > I'm really strict about my guidelines. We meet. We fuck or > > whatever. They write out the checks. I leave. At first I was > > pretty naïve and I was willing to go along and pretend that I was > > their daughter's roommate or their son's girlfriend, but I > > finally decided that I just couldn't do that --- not that it > > doesn't stop them from asking. I also won't get tied up, or tie > > them up. And if it's too gross to even mention it here, I won't > > do it either. One guy wanted me to have sex with him in front of > > his wife --- no way, I told him. Remember that line about > > "plausible deniability?" Right. And I got offered $10K to do > > something that I'd never even heard of before. I thought Our > > Boys wouldn't approve, so I said no. > > > > Some guys want to fuck me and have, like, political discourse at > > the same time. They're not paying for sex, they're paying for > > politics, right? And they have to prove it or something? And > > then I was sitting on top of this man who wanted me to answer a > > lot of political questions for him, and every time I gave him my > > opinion he got more and more excited, until finally I said > > something about strategic tax breaks and he.well I won't say it > > here. It's not nice. > > > > Oh yeah. That reminds me. They always have to use a condom. A > > lot of them are so old they don't know about safer sex. And then > > some of them really want to fool around in my dorm room because > > it reminds them of their own politically active college days. > > Like, meet a girl, talk heavy politics with her, then take her > > home and nail her? It's sort of sweet of them, actually. But > > there would be too many witnesses. > > > > And no, I've never fallen for any of my contributors. There was > > this one guy --- a CEO from California who was in town for some > > reason --- who asked me to marry him. I said, No deal---no > > matter how the election turns out. > > > > I had to go through midterms like this. But luckily the > > fundraisers and whatnot are winding down, and honestly, I'm very > > tired. Tired of putting on my best clothes all the time. Tired > > of having them ask me if "Xanna" is my real or my "professional" > > name. I'm not a professional! I haven't made a cent off this! > > But Our Boys have pulled in nearly $100,000 since this summer. > > So every time I see a full-page newspaper ad for my causes or a > > really spiffy TV ad, I know that I've done my bit. > > > > > > >
