I’ve been out of the blogosphere for a week, and what a week it’s been. Mostly I was on a self-imposed editing exile to finish the final *final* edits on The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasies, an exile where I go over the whole thing like a little monkey looking for fleas, finding last-minute typos…
Year: 2004
Making Pris
It’s the fireworks holiday. And following with what must be a centuries’ old tradition here in SF, a huge fireworks celebration is planned for 9:30 tonight, while The City is surrounded by an ominous wall of fog. A juggernaut of fog, a behemoth of fog on all sides, ready to roll in and smother the…
Cabana Pony
Right now, my best friend Thomas is driving to LA. Which means it’s time for me to face the music and blog about some news I got last week, news that I’ve been in total denial about. Thomas is my closest writing pal, the one who (years ago) published my first article ever and encouraged…
Vagina Twain, SF Pride, Meeting Betty Dodson
Last weekend, Pride took over The City, as it always does, with swarms of smiling, happy families, horny LGBT tourists from all over the world and bringing out residents ready to party. It’s a big see-and-be-seen event, and the hot sunny weather had everyone out doing something; sexual orientation doesn’t necessarily even matter, it’s just…
The Other Hollywood Expo
A few days ago technosex femme fatale Xeni Jardin emailed me a special secret link to her pictures form the Erotica LA Expo. Boy did I feel lucky; her photos told a photojournalistic story of the experience that really had me spellbound. Like a photoblog. They also recalled all my strange disconnected and hypnotic feelings…
Bend Over Boyfriend With the Stars
The email keeps pouring in. Got this, made me feel like a 13-year-old-girl (or Mr. Garrison from South Park) at a Ricky Martin concert: "You just made my tool bar. Love your site and have always enjoyed your writings at Good Vibrations. Most enjoyable site on the web." This morning another reader told me I…
Love Mail
Nothing makes you appreciate the finer things in life than a oozy, scary piece of hate mail. I got one this weekend, from a "good Christian" who went on about the "faggot marching band," how I’m "living in sin," and how I desecrate things with "homosexuality, sex toys and who knows what else." So please…
Pinched
I am in pain. A type of back pain for which there seems to be little relief. Anyone who has wished me ill is getting their wish fulfilled, as it feels like someone stabbed a big long knife in my back and left it there, coming back to twist it around a bit every now…
Nervous Squeaks
I may not get to post very much this week as things have gotten a little crazy. I feel like that scene in The Jerk (actually I feel like most of the scenes in The Jerk most of the time) where Steve Martin sees his name in the phone book and says "Things are going…
Tofu Crack
I have decided that I want to work for PETA, because apparently if you work there you get to smoke crack all day long: Bikini Tofu Wrestling *** Superbowl Impotence Ad