Finally, my home office is up and running, and I am rested after a couple of insane work weeks. You all know I work 40 hours a week, right? Then after work I do things like try to work on books to meet the many deadlines I have this year, and I do other non-paying…
Year: 2004
Oral Sex and Mouth Cancer
On Wednesday February 25, 2004, Reuters in London reported findings published in New Scientist Magazine stating a link between oral sex and oral tumors (cancers). The paranoid headline read "Oral Sex Shown to be Linked to Mouth Cancer," and while the opening paragraph explained that the risk is small and more likely linked to smoking…
Hunky Jesus Blowjob Contest
As it turns out, not everyone is happy with the image of Jesus getting a blowjob, as I suggested in my most recent post. Sharp-witted blogger Bacchus at Erosblog posted my rant, and if you take a look at the comments, it has sparked the ire of several Christians who feel I have gone too…
On My Knees Again for Jesus
Where oh where the hell have I been, many emails have been asking… A horrible bout of food poisoning (with fever and antibiotics), having my DSL cut off without my consent by SBC, and moving my entire apartment all within one week had me well off the map. Strangely, the week culminated and ended with…
Charge!
All my web updates have been late, something that really bugs me — but I haven’t been able to stand being at home while all the frat boys are partying upstairs (hate them). I can’t wait to move next week! Hopefully my service won’t screw up my DSL transfer (ha!) and I can get back…
Taboo!
I am so excited I can hardly write. I worked all morning on edits to my next book, Taboo, and was happily surprised to find out that it’s going to press ASAP. Instead of June, it’ll be out in March! But the icing on the cake is the cover, which just went up on Amazon:…
Thier Taste in Music Sucks, Too
I have been off the blog for a while — I’ve been really missing it. Unfortunately, a bunch of creepy frat boys have moved in upstairs, above my apartment, making my life into a living hell of constant loud music, yelling, playing some sport in the living room, and parties that rage into the night.…
Conversations With a Real Doll
I have no problem admitting to having sexual fantasies about RealDolls — you know, those freakily realistic sex dolls made of silicone on a metal skeleton, custom-made from templates of eye color, pussy hair styles… etc., etc. They’re strange and otherworldly, and yet, growing up reading Omni magazine and all the sci-fi and horror books…
Back from AVN!
I’m back home, yay! I had a really great time, and I’ll tell you all about it and post more pics — but I’ve only had three hours of sleep and just want to watch horror movies. Until I’m alive enough to give a full report, enjoy these two sample pics from my four hours…
We Can All Tell She’s Faking It
First, it’s bad, it’s hilarious, it’s the Rotten Dead Pool. Next, I got an email today that is very typical of the type of letters I get (see, they’re not all marriage proposals from oversized Elvis impersonators). I get piles of well-written and articulate letters from oodles of couples (and singles) who are just regular…