Marco is a musician and a model. He has long, straight black hair and dark blue eyes that always remind me of the color “blue violet” in a crayon box. He’s sinewy rather than slender, with corded muscles on his arms, a strong back, and a flat stomach that the Baywatch dudes would kill for.…
I’ve always had a thing for musicians. Drummers, specifically. Maybe I secretly wanted to fuck “Animal” from The Muppet Show when I was younger. I don’t know. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve longed to play with the baddest boy in every rock band — the one with the sticks in his…
Duncan buckled his leather belt around her upper arms, capturing them behind her body. Yolanda was sitting up in the bed, her arms fastened and her whole attitude one of waiting. She didn’t fear him, didn’t belong to him, but she would let him use her like this for the night. It appealed to her,…
I love watching Michael play basketball at the Y. It’s the Hollywood Y — yes, act impressed now. This is a place for guys who are too cool to sign up for the expensive look-at-me gym. That doesn’t mean they don’t have the money. It means they’re serious about playing rough. They like gyms without…
Nicole asked me to buy her a feather duster for her new apartment. “Come on,” I said. “I’ll get you anything you want…” We were discussing housewarming gifts, and I’d been thinking of this charming wood cabinet to hold her collection of blue and white antique plates. “A feather duster,” she insisted. I turned to…
Image by Helmut Newton, via. As San Francisco prepares for next week’s joyous parade of gleeful brides and grooms to walk down the aisle — and SF’s flower shops lose their minds — it seems only fitting to dedicate this week’s column to sex and marriage. So as I prep to go to City Hall…
This week’s column is From Sexual Trauma to Sexual Healing, and it’s one of my proudest moments in the world of large-scale sex education and being an interviewer. It’s all about Staci Haines being truly incredible, and having a chance to ask her my burning questions about sexual abuse and trauma, things I’ve always wanted…
I’m buried under deadline and helping a friend gather evidence for a court case (Flickr will have to wait), but check out this excerpt from my *beautiful* interview this weekend with Staci Hanes about her new book: “Sexual trauma is a deep physical, emotional, mental and spiritual betrayal. On a deep level, it has one…
Friday night I was out at a club, and about the time we all were getting tossed out (last call), I ran into that hot little trumpet player that I made out with (and got lovingly molested by), from the Marching Band. We hugged, and she promptly took me to task. "I read your blog…
Okay, I’m really not sitting here at my desk cruising loonerz.com. Maybe I am. Now I’m not — I’m back behind the wheel of the Tiny Log, after a week of abject neglect, while I somehow survived Pride week. A recap: Last Thursday I went to the St. James Infirmary’s anniversary party. This clinic that…