"Barbi Twins Intervention"
Can Shane and Sia cure Jeff the Vomitmaster?
Moderated by Dan Kapelovitz
Photography by Ken Wahl
After the phenomenal reader response to Double Trouble: The Barbi Twins Exposed
in January's Hustler, we felt compelled to offer you another look at the
identical sexpots. But we also felt you should know that there's more to Shane
and Sia Barbi than just two pretty faces and four large breasts. After battling
bulimia for several years, the pair became health advocates, going so far as to
author a book, Dying to Be Healthy, about how to overcome the eating disorder.
Enter vomit freak Jeff Levy. Levy, who has appeared on Jerry Springer and The
Howard Stern Show, is a self-proclaimed emetophile, a fancy word for someone
who's sexually aroused by puke. We'd been in touch with Levy for more than a
year, trying to think of the best way to showcase his unusual passion, when we
realized, Who better to speak with a barf fanatic than two former bulimics?
(Note: Believing that an attractive young woman will read this interview and
want to upchuck on him, Levy spoke to us on the condition that we give out his
contact information. So, ladies, here it is: WomenVomitOnMe@yahoo.com.)
Our original plan was to act as Levy's phone-sex puke pimp and have the
recovering-bulimic Barbi sisters supply Jeff with rainbow-showers-related
masturbation material. He could fantasize as he listened to the twins recount
eating-disorder tales of binging and purging. Read on to discover how the
ingenious Barbis turned the tables and transformed the call into a two-hour
SIA: I heard you on Howard Stern. I felt bad for you. It's brave of you to come
LEVY: I've been maligned a lot. Nobody appreciates my desire.
SHANE: We're calling you, though, because we want to do an intervention.
LEVY: I would love some intervention.
SHANE: Were you harshly punished when you were a kid?
LEVY: No. There wasn't anything traumatic in my childhood. When I was in the
first grade, I saw my classmate vomiting in front of me on a desk, and I was
very fascinated by that. In junior high, I'd have wet dreams about girls in the
act of vomiting, because I wasn't at the point yet of frequent masturbation.
SIA: When people ask when I started my food disorder, [I tell them] there was no
pinpoint, because it starts with other compulsions. It's not about the food;
it's not about the vomiting. It's about other issues, and the ways that we
medicate ourselves. You want to differentiate between a healthy fetish and an
LEVY: I don't think I have an unhealthy compulsion.
SIA: I didn't think I had an eating disorder.
LEVY: I think I have a very erotic fetish.
SIA: So seeing a girl bent over the toilet is a turn-on?
LEVY: For me, yes it is.
SIA: What people see as disgusting—really dirty and left in the bathroom, not
even the bedroom—turns you on. Does that make you feel shameful?
LEVY: No, it gives me energy. It gives me a form of oomph, a form of adrenaline.
SIA: I'd like to interview the volunteers; they seem worse.
HUSTLER: Jeff has trouble finding volunteers.
SHANE: I guess a blow-up doll has been your only thing.
LEVY: Well, pictures and videos of, for instance, Pamela Anderson—I could
fantasize seeing her throwing up.
SHANE: She never throws up.
LEVY: I wouldn't say that. I'd assume, with all the partying that she does, that
she throws up. Maybe with Kid Rock. Renée Zellweger—maybe she pukes. Everybody
in their lifetime pukes.
SIA: I don't understand why you're not going to a professional.
LEVY: I've had a number of therapists over the years. I spend my sessions
talking about my desire to be among women who are throwing up, probably to a
point where I so disgust my therapists that they want to move on to some other
SHANE: A good therapist would not be disgusted by that. Believe me, there's a
lot worse [disorders] than yours. It's interesting that you want to take this
LEVY: I want people to know I'm a vomit therapist.
SIA: A vomit therapist?
LEVY: Yeah, where I could be with a girl who has a desire to throw up, but who
has a phobia about it. Maybe I could encourage her need to throw up.
SIA: You're a vomit enabler.
LEVY: It's just a kinky turn-on.
SHANE: There's nothing wrong with a fetish, but this is turning into an
addiction. Already you don't mind humiliating yourself or your family.
LEVY: My father doesn't appreciate my vomit fetish. He says, "How could you ever
be with a normal girl?" My answer to him is, "Maybe I need an abnormal girl."
SIA: An abnormal girl has other abnormal issues. She's gonna come with baggage,
not a vomit bag.
LEVY: I pay dominatrices to take Ipecac syrup, a vomit-inducing agent, but I'd
rather meet a true bulimic than have to pay a dominatrix.
SHANE: Don't you care that you will be making that bulimic sicker? You have to
stop and think, Is this destructive or constructive?
LEVY: I'm not a harm to society.
SIA: Is this a cry for help?
LEVY: I find it too erotic to consider that I'm screaming for help.
SHANE: Can I share with you what it is to be bulimic? It's awful.
LEVY: So you're saying there's absolutely nobody out there who actually enjoys
the art of vomiting?
SIA: God gave us the feeling of disgust when we're doing that so that we
wouldn't repeat it. Somehow there's some chemicals missing and rewired in your
SHANE: You're either screaming for help or you're a sociopath, one or the other.
Are you on any medication?
SIA: Wouldn't you want to experience the freedom to get aroused the regular
way—to have a beautiful, healthy sexual relationship with a girl without the
LEVY: I've had normal sex, but I just don't get the same orgasmic feeling.
SIA: Maybe if you just had a list of all the things that you're grateful for,
you'd stop seeking things you can't get.
LEVY: I thought you'd relate to me some interesting vomit stories that you have.
SHANE: That's not why we're calling. Please understand, this is an intervention.
We're trying to give you peace of mind, because we can hear that you're hurting,
lonely and lying to yourself.
LEVY: I bet you never vomited in front of somebody.
SHANE: I've vomited in front of my sister. I was humiliated to do it. I was at
the point of doing it at restaurants. I'd have my sister hold the door closed.
SIA: It was the vomiting that made me want to get recovery.
LEVY: You were just weight-conscious?
SHANE: No. It has to do with control, manipulation, brain chemistry—exactly what
we're trying to share with you.
LEVY: You don't derive any sexual pleasure out of it?
SHANE: Unfortunately, no. As a matter of fact, it took [sexual pleasure] away.
SIA: Whatever you seek in seeing someone vomit you might seek in chemicals that
are missing that could be replaced by medication.
LEVY: Nobody ever said I had a chemical imbalance.
SHANE: That's unbelievable. Anyone who's involved in an obsession or addiction
is lying if they say they are happy.
LEVY: Well, I didn't say I'm happy.
SHANE: Good. At least you're honest about that. If you admit that you're sick,
LEVY: I seem to get joy out of the orgasm. So you don't know any vomit girls
you'll introduce me to?
SHANE: If you found a vomit girl who would vomit freely on you, you'd have to
take it to the next level. God knows where that would be. The good thing is that
you can't find this girl; so you think that's your only problem.
LEVY: I thought that maybe you could tell me some vomit stories.
SIA: All we are to you right now are vomiters that won't vomit.
SHANE: I hope you didn't get excited during our conversation.
LEVY: No, I didn't get excited.
HUSTLER: Are you attracted to the woman or her vomit?
LEVY: It's got to be a good-looking chick.
SHANE: Yeah, but during the process, is it the vomit coming out or the woman
with her mouth open?
LEVY: It's the sound effects she's making; it's the way she contorts her body.
SHANE: She's suffering.
LEVY: I don't interpret it as suffering.
SIA: I've never seen someone in ecstasy vomiting. If you can't see that
someone's suffering and that you get aroused through her pain, then why would
you think that it wouldn't go to a violent level?
LEVY: I have had no tendencies or inklings to commit any violent acts.
SIA: I'm sure rapists and murderers didn't in the beginning either.
LEVY: It sounds like you're trying, in every way, to discourage my vomit fetish.
SHANE: Gee, you couldn't tell?
SIDEBAR: Poetry to Puke By
Here's a request
"The Emetophile Poem" by Jeff Levy
Weird as can be.
Please throw up on me.
You start to retch,
And I get hot.
Vomit, baby, all you got.
Puke it up from
On my skin.
Another hurl begins
Barf between my
And when at last you're
Out of spew,
Lover, let me puke on you.
(This article first appeared in the August 2004 issue of Hustler Magazine)
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