GQ: In an interview with New York, you said you wanted to achieve a Bieber level of fame. How close are you to that?
ATL Twins: As far as Bieber-level, man, I don't know, that's mania type shit. But lately I've been feeling some of that Bieber shit. Our past trip to New York, was crazy, goin' to a spot and everybody there wants to get a photo with you. Everybody wants a piece of you. I like it; It gives you a wide range of the kind of, you know, pussy you want to pop that night.
You were engaged to the same girl. Did you both propose?
Yes. On Christmas. So we started sharing the same girls, obviously. Our first true love was this badass little cheerleader. She was a blonde chick and we loved her to death but her parents hated us, and she could never face society being with twins. It’s just not accepted.
Are you snuggling in there?
Nah, dog. We always got a bitch in the middle, every night. Let’s get this straight right now: ain’t no fag shit, ain’t no gay, incestuous shit about our gig. Understand that we grew up together… we’re the same person in two bodies. I know, telepathically, what he’s thinking before he says it. We can sense shit. We finish each other’s sentences—we’re that close. The longest we’ve EVER been apart was for two hours when he broke his arm, and once for six hours when I went to jail for a DUI.
When you’re double-teaming a girl is it always double penetration?
No, it’s one after another. And we have a rule: if he goes first one night, I go first the next night. Sometimes, with freaky ass bitches, we DP them. But we got big ass dicks, man. Girls don’t want this in their ass. We’re both blessed with 9-inch cocks. Bitches love us because we know how to fuck. That’s the reason you see us with all the badass bitches—we’re fucking them right. When it first pops off we might both get going on a chick, like she’ll start sucking my dick and he’ll start fucking her doggy. Then we flip it. Or we take turns. Or I might turn over and pass out and he’ll fuck her, and then when he busts that nut I come in. It’s good for the girl—she gets her shit off. She’s getting her orgasm, trust me. And we ain’t the best looking dude. We ain’t got no Ryan Sheckler face, but at the same time I’m charming. I got game. I know how to holler at girls.
They told me they've turned down "a bunch" of reality show producers who want to turn their lives into a cheap footnote of the "Jersey Shore" era. Which networks? "All of them."
As much as they crave the attention, they also think they've been misrepresented by the media. The Twins took turns explaining to me that they felt the first Vice interview made them sound homophobic, when they say that couldn't be further from the truth. They wanted to stress that they understand what it's like to have a sexuality and lifestyle that society regards with skepticism or disgust; they wanted be sure this story would express a kind of solidarity with anyone who might be misunderstood in a similar way. In the middle of making this point, one of the brothers looked down at his phone and said, "Hold on, this bitch is calling us." Bitches, as the Twins would put it, are often calling them.
"Really, this is the best of the web? How so?"
"I feel somewhat degraded even from opening the first link and reading a page of it then closing it."
It is easy to assume that the Twins are liars. They tell stories that sound obviously exaggerated. The events of their lives are hard to fathom. "Liar" isn't the right word, though. The Twins are hustlers. Hustlers like to say what other people want to hear, but, more importantly, what they want to be true, what could be true if you just give them enough time.
I wonder how different these comments would be if the twins were black dudes?
What if they were women? What if they were black women? What if they were blind left handed native american men? What, specifically, is your point? Cryptic statements about hypothetically toned comments are like, the least helpful thing ever.
The ATL Twins are the great American depraved underbelly come to life. Pathological fucktards and whore bangers. They are everything and nothing. They don’t eat food; they only snort drugs. Their hobby is passing kidney stones. They are mystic scumbags of the highest order. Double-penetrating hos is their religion. Neither one of them has ever read a book. Neither one of them has ever eaten a vegetable. They sleep in the same bed and shower together. All they want is fame and pussy. They are America’s greatest degenerates. I admire them both. They are free of all constraints. They will inherit the earth and drive it headfirst into the abyss. They are what makes America great.
This is the part where I realize that there are women who are really happy to be involved with these guys, and that I really just will never understand some people at all.
(I understand the guys pretty well, I think. They're certainly getting some fairly obvious rewards for this whole act.)
I have been known to exclaim HOW IS IT THESE PEOPLE CAN FIND PEOPLE WHO WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM?!?!! HOW IS THIS NATURAL SELECTION AT WORK??!? WHAT EVOLUTIONARY ADVANTAGE DO THEY HAVE?!!???? when learning about this kind of stuff. My family thinks it's hilarious to set me off on this kind of rant at holiday dinners.
Hey, I think the language they use is misogynist, but I think comparisons to Chiron and Demetrius go a bit far, no?
They are free of all constraints. They will inherit the earth and drive it headfirst into the abyss. They are what makes America great.
Interestingly, the most recent example Anwar gives of movies influencing his behavior was an Elvis Presley movie, he talked about dancing out of the cinema and killing happily, drunk not on alcohol but by the cinematic identification with Elvis. This is a film about the effects of denial. About the corrupting effects of denial, about what happens when we build a normality on the basis of violence... I think that Anwar, somehow the real issue then is about escapism and denial and fantasy and how we use stories to escape from our most bitter and painful truths, how we lie to ourselves to justify our actions...
I think there's something interesting in your question, about how the camera might elicit spectacle, and the relationship between spectacle and brutality and terror. The violence that they reenact for the camera has the quality of spectacle, and in that sense it may be more spectacular than the original violence. But that may not make it more brutal. I think the actual killing may or may not have been oriented towards spectatorship. It may have been. In the sense that rape and gang rape is particularly common in violent conflict because it's a performance of one's rape for one's fellow perpetrators. So there may have been a performative quality to the violence at the time of the killing. Anwar certainly used performance after waltzing out of the cinema and killing happily. He may have used performance and the surrendering himself to a delicious role to minimize the horror that was happening at the time...
Most viewers who see the film come away thinking these men were greedy and they were rewarded with money and maybe power and that's why they did it. If you cut past all the lies that they've forced on society and clung to themselves so they can support their actions, why did Suharto take power? For power and for money. And why did the gangsters agree? Not because they were ideologically committed anti-Communists. The people they were killing weren't Communists and they knew that, because they knew some of the people they were killing. Everybody who I filmed who was involved in the killings killed for power and money and I think that's true all the way up the chain of command. Anwar and his friends were killing as hit-men before, not on this scale. In that sense, if you ask someone why they killed, they will tell you, invariably, the excuse they've clung to. The trick is to get beyond that.
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