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…

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…

From an email I got an hour ago, “I can still feel the imprint of your knee on my back. Yum.” Fever dreams comprise a strange collage of desires, archetypes, memories, fears and wishes; mine began on Friday night at the Center for Sex and Cuture, for the Everything You Know About Sex is Wrong…

I’m about to drop off to bed; I just put a post on Fleshbot. My weekend was really amazing and out of control — for those of you following along at home, I didn’t get my birthday wish, but some kind of wish definitely came true. After some rest I’ll follow up with a proper…

In each interview I’ve done about Open Source Sex, the journaist always asks me why I started podcasting in the first place. Invariably, my answer never ends up in the final piece; likely because it’s not a neat soundbite. Part of the tech-geek-fetish blame falls squarely on the shoulders of Annalee Newitz, who at a…

Last night’s reading was awesome — we packed the place and had six contribs from Best Sex Writing ’05 read to the full house. Quite fun. I feel all turned around. I’ve been asked to whip and spank (yet another) hot boy tonight as part of an all-male revue for “ladies” and it all sounds…