Year: 2007

Update 8/17/07: This post is not my resignation from SRL. It is a rant. I am still a member of SRL, despite the best efforts of rumormongers. /update I tried to write this five days ago. “we all need a giant photo of ourselves radio controlling the end of the world as it all burns…

At the gym, on the monitors they play CNN. Today CNN showed the video of the girl being stoned to death in Iraq. I really wish I hadn’t seen that. I mean, it needs to be seen, but a big NSFW or some kind of text warning would have kept me from almost passing out…

David just emailed me The Celebrity Breast Conspiracy over at (friends) 10 Zen Monkeys, where they try to convince us that there’s a real celebri-boob media conspiracy that makes a whole huge post about celebrity boobies somehow super-justified. Like we care about such petty legitimacy concerns at Fleshbot. Tinfoil bra, anyone? “Public diplomacy” in Hollywood…

Arrrgh, there are too many HOT stories to choose among… That’s what I did until 5am last night (along with agonizing over tomorrow’s column) and my whole day/night today: making final selections on Best Women’s Erotica 2008. I have too many good stories. Too many. It’s interesting to see the themes this year; last year…

There was a gay rights demonstration in Moscow yesterday — all they want is the right to have a Pride parade. Police watched as “neo-Nazis” (and religious people) beat the gay rights demonstrators, but then arrested *the victims*, allowing the people who beat them to go free. So, if they’re allowed to have a Pride…

Fetish dressing, the missing lecture

No, “fetish dressing” does not go on a rubber salad. It’s a lecture — a short talk, really — I give to SFSI students a couple times a year. I was supposed to do exactly this at 2:00 this afternoon when I got over to the Mission District, where the UCSF Annex is, and got…

… Did she leave boob prints on the piano? Free gallery here; the rest of the galleries they sent me are quite boring and full of girls that are creepy-skinny. Hegre used to be so much more exciting; I miss the early days of Luba. Well, I guess there’s always the old Attu Likes Luba…