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 get the tentacle porn off my car’s hard drive… “Uh, my Jetta is acting *really* weird…”
Actually, no shopping of any kind has occurred since my last post, unless you count my date (Campari) for Saturday’s straight male amateur strip night, “For the Ladies” — and my other dates, bought and paid for in $1 bills. Dancing boys cost money. It’s a lament about modern society. But toss a bill at a boy, and you get some action.
Look at the photos; better yet, watch this delicious QuickTime video of one of the hotties in action. Literally — he and most of the 8 men I saw strip are from Extra Action. Another is a real-life carpenter, one a naked poet from Spain, and the other was delicious Ben, back in town for a bit. Two of the acts were just for me: the hawt Harvey Birdman striptease (I’m a rabid Birdman fan), and the homoerotic arrest scene, yummy! Every time I look at those photos I throw a dollar bill at Hornboy; usually he’s sitting right next to me so it’s getting a little awkward.
I’m overworked, a little depressed and behind in my podcasts… So blogging has been erratic, which I don’t like. And no time off for SRL makes me very unhappy. I’m taking time off from Fleshbot for the next month (and maybe permanently; I’ve been writing, editing and running the site since the hurricane) to get back on my happy porny track. I really enjoy the type of blogging I do for Fleshbot, but the sheer volume and back end work of the daily workload is intense, especially when it’s pretty much a labor of love. Love won’t buy me a new dirt bike, or write my books for me, for that matter.
Wow, I just found out that Hornboy once threw a burrito at Bon Jovi, and missed. That’s hilarious.
Photos: Samatha Wolov
