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Month: October 2005
Bootyween
I love Halloween — and I’ve got a bunch of pictures forthcoming. But first pull on a costume and treat yourself (or trick out to) Halloween porn: * listen to Open Source Sex 18, with two hot pieces of Halloween erotica (and plenty of oral sex, yum) * Porn Bread never fails to oooh and…
Sex writing madness
Still alive… barely! I wrote over 7,000 words today (that’s about 25 pages, give or take) plus three Fleshbot posts; I feel kinda dizzy. But I can safely say that looking over the book’s content that if Focus on the Family got pissed off about my Ultimate Guide to Fellatio enough to try and ban…
“For the Ladies”
No, I have not rushed out to buy a video iPod so I can watch underfed starlets appear to be 1/8″ thick and gulp down penises shrunk to the size of a sunflower seed. No, I’m saving my money for the USB Volkswagen so I can be the first customer service call about how to…
Another quickie
I really did sleep for 12 hours, yikes. That is, after going out to see Cronenberg’s “History of Violence”, which has sex scenes in it that are hotter than any porn I’ve seen in a long time; when was the last time I saw 69, or people having sex with their clothes on — not…
Phew: 21 Hours In LA
21 hours in LA, a lot to share after I get some rest; 3 hours of sleep Wednesday; a little over 4 hours last night… I’m a zombie. Perfect for Halloween. But the ultra-cool thing I waiting for me when I got back was that sexblo.gs asked me to do a self-interview — seriously, check…
Baby Got A Mighty Wind
New design at sexblo.gs
Just in case you haven’t seen it, I just want to point out how much I love/admire/lust/dryhump the new design my friends have whipped up (!) over at sexblo.gs. So excellent.
A Tour of Apple
I was sitting in the huge Apple lobby, past security, in a big overstuffed chair next to my host. We’d just gotten lattes from the little Apple cafe, after a big lunch in the huge Apple cafe across the green, tree-dotted campus, and a tour of Apple Computer. Across the room were two Emmys under…
My life with the Marching Band
I’m convinced I’d be better off dead than famous. Let me explain. I love music. My penchant for horn players is obvious; if not by my continuous line of posts for the past several years involving Hornboy and other brass boys (and smoochable brass girls, and flag team members), then at the very least by…