It’s been a while, and you’d think that I’ve been busy, and while I have, sitting at the computer writing on deadline doesn’t really feel like I’ve been doing much of anything. No wild marching band parties, no porn screenings in local bars, no experiments with crazy sex toys (though I have clocked some quality…
After a grueling weekend hunched over my desk and squinting at the computer working on three books on deadline (yes I am crazy), and one night of careless abandon go-go dancing on a chair at 2am in SoMa bar Butter while around twenty members of the Extra Action Marching Band played atop every other spare…
** 7/30 update: Amazon investigated "Jim" and removed his review! Aargh, I am so incredibly blocked right now. I have piles of work to do, pressing deadlines, friends who think I hate them because I’m not returning phone calls, and I find myself balancing my checkbook when I should be writing chapters. Unlike other people,…
This has been a long, horny weekend. Ever since ErosBlog enlightened me to the talk about someone actually possibly funding my fantasy about a three (or four) way with a male and female Real Doll, my mind has been absolutely in the gutter contemplating the possibilities. (Scroll down to the original 6/10 entry for my…
I am a superhero. I have many talents. One of my hidden talents is that I am a painter, as in, brushes and paint and canvases. I keep this fairly hidden, as I don’t particularly care about being a successful painter, I really just sometimes need to get my thoughts out in color and visual…
I’m going to continue to subject you to more of Pride weekend because these movies from Glen Bachmann of the amazing scene in the alley of the Extra Action Marching Band playing vs. the Cal Aggies (where you can see how naked and drunk and oversexed Extra Action was, and how peppy and cute the…
On the day of blowing things up, I think of dolls. Those big, plastic, hard seamed, open-mouthed freaky looking things that adult stores sell. Learn everything you need to know about the unsexy world of blow-up dolls here. We don’t carry them at Good Vibes, and I just can’t believe we’re depriving our customers of…
Okay, I’m really not sitting here at my desk cruising loonerz.com. Maybe I am. Now I’m not — I’m back behind the wheel of the Tiny Log, after a week of abject neglect, while I somehow survived Pride week. A recap: Last Thursday I went to the St. James Infirmary’s anniversary party. This clinic that…