Month: April 2006

(The post in which I prove to some that I am a bad, bad person, as they really knew was true all along.) A friend emailed me earlier today asking if I’m going to Blog Her. I thought, blog who? Then I dimly remembered, in the wayback fuzziness of my porn-alcohol-Strunk and White-Raymond Chandler-jacking off…

Parents shouldn’t be worried about naughty podcasts or iPod porn — there’s a bigger threat out there… Juice Box Pr0n! Since I can’t seem to get Phillip to let me edit an issue of Naughty Make (he, in fact, pretends not to know me when I bring it up no matter how much blow and…

I’m wading through book edits while squeezing in reading my way through the 250+ submissions I got for Best Women’s Erotica 2007. Jeebus. Horny in a cafe, again. But — two things are really making me crazy-homicidal with the erotica. One: don’t name your male characters “Sire”. Just don’t. Not seriously. And! Don’t! Write! With…

Just landed in my inbox (and I see the EFF’s Staff Attorney is, ahem, all over it) but it looks like “new media” student group Emersive at Emerson College is: a) full of extremely sexy and uninhibited nerdy guys; b) they have made a beefcake calendar; and c) they are donating some of the proceeds…

I’ve gone loco, I mean local over at Metroblogging San Francisco where I’m now an author! Check out today’s post about christian fundies spraying SF with earthquake exploitation AIDS terror in my post terror in the 94114, and my maiden post about kittens and puppies (really!) in her name was Lola, she was a showgirl.