My pal Thomas Roche (who now has his own hilarious online journal so you too can share his Gothic-tinged pain) sent me this link but it was eaten by monsters. That makes me happy, and happy has been far from me lately as I have been suffering through the most voluptuous headcold I have ever had. I have one this time every year. Lots of sleeping, lots of missing work, lots of blown deadlines. Somehow in the midst of all the sleep and Kleenex, I managed to do a big interview with a journalist from the San Jose Mercury News about women as porn consumers (yay!), and bulked up on cold medicine last night to go out to sushi with Anh from WantedList, who’s in town making the rounds for the weekend. Dinner was fun — he’s way cool, and I’m such a geek, I love talking about couples and women’s porn, and now I’m really into their site, and their mission. They’re the only "Netflix" of porn who is actively seeking to provide porn outside the box, aimed at couples, female viewers and including all the usual stuff, too — I know, because I’ve been trying to find a site like this for a long time. I just didn’t know how committed they are to providing a welcome place for everyone to get their porn, and I think I like them a lot. I’m sick of my regular source, which only seems to pick up gangbang titles — I had hoped they’d expand and pick up non-typical stuff that me and my Tiny Nibbles readers like. Anyway, enough about finding the right online rental shop. I’m currently trying to track down a reputable source for buying adult magazines online for a reader — she doesn’t want to go to her local sleazy adult stores for books or magazines, and I don’t blame her. I did discover that Last Gasp has the best online selection of adult books, hands down. And while they’re not the cheapest, you at least support a small business with a great history. If anyone knows where to find magazines (not subscriptions), email me at violet@tinynibbles.com and let me know.
Meanwhile, the deadline for Mark Pauline‘s wedding approaches. I need to find a gift. What do you get the guy who owns a human skin? What do you get the gal who can borrow her fiancée’s Kevlar vest anytime she likes? I’m stumped. I got them a cheese grater for their housewarming, so that great gift idea is off the list. How about a remote-internet-controlled, fire-spewing, sideways-crawling, extremely loud blender made from two jet engines, augers from post-hole drillers and parts from industrial bucketloaders and old farm equipment? Good idea, but I’m running out of time. Next week is the bachelorette party, which I’ve both been invited to and been asked to be the entertainment. That’s right — I’m the entertainment. No, I’m not stripping or lap dancing (oh, scratch that if you read about last month’s bachelorette party). But that might be fun considering the attendees are likely the smartest women in the Bay Area — creators of the most complex code and computer interfaces, masterminds behind the Webby Awards, Cupcake, etc. I’ve been asked to host a Pleasure Party for my friends — a Good Vibes party where the hosts (me and another GV educator, my pal Daphne) literally give the party-goers a store tour in their own home. I don’t usually do these, but this is a special request, and I think it’ll be a blast. What will these brianiac, super-hot geekettes do with boxes of sex toys, drinks, and me? What have I gotten myself into? I don’t know, but it’ll be fun to give a "sex toys 101" to a group of my closest friends.
Now I’m going back to blankets, tissues and books. Friends are offering to bring me chicken soup and porn. What good friends I have. Better yet, I’ll spend the weekend trading vapor rubdowns with the hot new couple in my life, Freddy and Eddy. In my online dreams, anyway — I’m not getting far with anyone in my bunny slippers, flannel pajamas, cotton Barbie panties, and incessant sniffles. Argh!
