* here’s last night’s entry: I fell asleep waiting for video to upload! It’s about 2am and I need to go to bed — I’ve been up to a lot of mischief, but I just want to share a few tidbits with you before going to bed. I will explain later — first, at 5pm…
Year: 2005
Delusions of expediency
Mark emailed me this morning about Thompson, and SRL shows: >We already did that. It was delusions of expediency show in 1987. HT >came to the shop and show and the Mitchell Bros shot several scenes >of him… (comment witheld) and running machines. They also used footage >from the show of him watching and commenting.…
SRL mourns
Holy shit — I just found out over the SRL wires, Hunter S. Thompson shot himself, and is now dead. Perhaps our next show will be a la Fear and Loathing. Goodbye, uncle gonzo.
New Maria Beatty
I sidetracked myself from editing for a minute and checked on one of my favorite-est porn S/M filmmakers, Maria Beatty — and I’m tickled to see that she has a new film out that turns me on just to think about it. I must get my hands on a copy of Ecstasy in Berlin 1926.
Lost contact
In case you’ve wondered why I’m so quiet this week, I’m on a rough deadline for this book. Yahoo! dumped all my contacts and I’m desperate to get in touch with an author named Michael A. Gonzales. Michael, please get in touch with me so I can publish your piece! I don’t have much time…
All Lubed Up: Anal Eze Harmful
If you’ve never tried adding lubrication for sex, I insist that you do so immediately. Now. In your cubicle, or wherever you’re reading this. I know that everyone within a 10-mile radius of San Francisco is thinking right now, “Sex sans lube? Barbaric!” But seriously, I really need to make a point out of this…
Need a liver donor
It’s the congratulatory drinks. Carol, Arlo, Chriso, Hornboy, more… My jobless friends are really happy I’m one of them now, and have been plying me with alcohol for the past few days… and lots of email from readers has been coming in gushing with hugs and support — thank you! I’m quite enjoying sleeping in,…
Into thin air
Out front, there are no trees, no patches of dirt, just long wide filthy sidewalks glittering with broken glass, stained with feces, smelling sharply of urine. The flat patchy painted front of the building seems to make the sun hotter, the smell thicker. I am early for my 11am meeting. Inside there is dank old…
Abu Ghriab in Legos
*** 2/8: Links to pics moved to my server and they now work. Fotki didn’t have the bandwidth to handle the traffic! I house sit for a friend a couple of times a year. She’s an older Jewish lesbian mom. A dynamo. With a hot tub and two cute cats, and a quiet house with…
Belle is back!
Hey — did anyone notice that Belle De Jour is back!? And sporting a pretty new book, too! Sassy. Welcome back, Belle! I missed you.