[karl butters]

   I read a true story recently about a former mob associate named Sal Polisi. He ran a hangout for the mafia (guys like John Gotti), and various underworld criminals, called the Sinatra Club. Sal arranged for a madame named Jane to provide call girls for high ranking mobsters that came to the club. Eventually, Sal began having an affair with Jane, who was a sexy, blonde, bi-sexual dominatrix. Sal met her through one of her girls he was seeing named Lisa. At first they would have threesomes, but eventually, Lisa was excluded.
  In the book, Sal said he was intoxicated by the way Jane "moved like a cat in that skin-tight black dress: the way she talked, deep and slow and ice cold, with a hint of a southern accent, the way her perfume smelled like gardenias and the way she looked over me and smiled without a trace of fear, like she knew me and found the fact that I was a gangster only mildly amusing."
  Besides running the brothel, she also worked as a dominatrix. Her clients were men, but she didn't have sex with them. She humiliated them, had them crawl around on all fours licking her boots, but she wouldn't let them touch her. Her only sexual partner was Lisa before Sal came along.
  Sal was married to a dark-haired, traditional Italian woman named Angela. Eventually, she found out about the affair when she saw them riding together in Sal's car. In a fit of anger, she tried to run them off the road, before going home. Sal dropped Jane off at her car and went home. Jane, besides being angry that Angela had tried to kill them, was also upset because she thought Sal had left Angela.
  The blonde dominatrix followed them home and crashed her car into the front of their house. Before Sal could react, she charged through the front door. She barged in an attacked Angela, she went for her throat and started choking her. Angela fought back like a banshee, and the two of them were on the floor, pulling hair, and scratching and kicking. Sal enjoyed the fight for a moment, but then realized he needed to break them up. Jane had a bloody nose and Angela had worked her over pretty good. Sal was so impressed that Angela had fought so hard for the family, he broke up with Jane and ran her out of the house.
  I am an avid reader and that was the best account of a catfight I have ever read in a non-fiction book. The fight itself was lacking details, but the buildup of the characters made it sexy. The way he had described Jane in several chapters as being this tough, sexy dominatrix and then for her to get beat up by a housewife was pretty hot.
  Anyone else know of any other non-fiction books with catfights?

[wasteland1952]

I don't know if there's a biography or autobiography of Evel Knievel, but quite a few years ago, I read about an incident where Evel was in some bar, and two women started coming on to him.  They eventually started arguing over who was going to be with him, so they had a catfight in the bar.  Evel just drank his beer and watched the two women fight, according to the article I was reading.

Here again, I don't remember where I read about this, but I'm sure it wasn't a book about him specifically.  It might be worth looking into.  He led a fascinating life, and it would be interesting reading, catfight or not.

[catfightlover40]

   I read a true story recently about a former mob associate named Sal Polisi. He ran a hangout for the mafia (guys like John Gotti), and various underworld criminals, called the Sinatra Club. Sal arranged for a madame named Jane to provide call girls for high ranking mobsters that came to the club. Eventually, Sal began having an affair with Jane, who was a sexy, blonde, bi-sexual dominatrix. Sal met her through one of her girls he was seeing named Lisa. At first they would have threesomes, but eventually, Lisa was excluded.
  In the book, Sal said he was intoxicated by the way Jane "moved like a cat in that skin-tight black dress: the way she talked, deep and slow and ice cold, with a hint of a southern accent, the way her perfume smelled like gardenias and the way she looked over me and smiled without a trace of fear, like she knew me and found the fact that I was a gangster only mildly amusing."
  Besides running the brothel, she also worked as a dominatrix. Her clients were men, but she didn't have sex with them. She humiliated them, had them crawl around on all fours licking her boots, but she wouldn't let them touch her. Her only sexual partner was Lisa before Sal came along.
  Sal was married to a dark-haired, traditional Italian woman named Angela. Eventually, she found out about the affair when she saw them riding together in Sal's car. In a fit of anger, she tried to run them off the road, before going home. Sal dropped Jane off at her car and went home. Jane, besides being angry that Angela had tried to kill them, was also upset because she thought Sal had left Angela.
  The blonde dominatrix followed them home and crashed her car into the front of their house. Before Sal could react, she charged through the front door. She barged in an attacked Angela, she went for her throat and started choking her. Angela fought back like a banshee, and the two of them were on the floor, pulling hair, and scratching and kicking. Sal enjoyed the fight for a moment, but then realized he needed to break them up. Jane had a bloody nose and Angela had worked her over pretty good. Sal was so impressed that Angela had fought so hard for the family, he broke up with Jane and ran her out of the house.
  I am an avid reader and that was the best account of a catfight I have ever read in a non-fiction book. The fight itself was lacking details, but the buildup of the characters made it sexy. The way he had described Jane in several chapters as being this tough, sexy dominatrix and then for her to get beat up by a housewife was pretty hot.
  Anyone else know of any other non-fiction books with catfights?

The artists circle in 1920s-1930s Paris comprising of Dalí, Picasso, Hemingway, and Fitzgerald certainly qualify, and we know more about them, then we truly know about the mob. It is to be understood, that the perceived "worth" of non-WASP Americans has only started to rise after civil rights started to gain a foothold. The Italian American, and even within that the Sicilian community has had very strict social rules, one of them being cheating on your wife can always be a rumor. Omertà covered also the private affairs of lieutenants, capos and above, so only the major high profile issues have ever seen sunlight, like Sam Giancana's girlfriend.

Even by his own account, he admits both women tried to run the other down via their car, so the fight, in reality, was only about confronting their would be killer, not about family, much less about how much a stud he was. He goes out of his way to narrate it that she was a full lesbo until she met him as if that's how sexual orientation and attraction works. Given that is factory setting for the sixties and seventies and some still adhere to it now, confabulation doesn't trump instinctive or intellectual motivation. More often than not, people with power only attract people attracted to power, not to the person who wields it.

Both Picasso and Hemingway were silver-tongued devils who gravitated women toward themselves not just with their own talent, but also with the people they've also drawn into their circles. While the world was busy building autocracies, these artists have offered a nigh idealistic world, where the woman on their side shines as the brightest star (and yes, that too beyond drug-induced jealousy has invoked brawls and catfights).

The single caveat is this though: most of these real fights were not about sexual fertility and manhood, more about the internal social order between and among women.