Xeni was here last night; Scott got this great pic of us together; Eddie got this one, too. I finally got all the SRL Chinatown show pics together and posted; half are mine, half are pulled from other (credited) sources. If you click the photos from start to finish you’ll get my off-the-cuff narrative about…
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Tropic of Cancer
Let me tell you about last night. Their nipples were hard dark bellicose peaks perched atop surgically perfected breasts, clearly visible through the filmy cheap pastel colored fabrics. Advertising designed to strike anyone within sight better than any sweaty American ad-man’s wet dreams; stock in trade for the Mexican whores that swarmed around me in…
Whatever Lola wants
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…
Webzinealicious
At 3am friday night (actually saturday morning), I sat in my kitchen over a Camapri over ice listeneing to “Bootylicious” for the thrid time, and I heard drunk, 95-lb. Macki call out from my closet-turned-office, “hey, how do you get this thing into ‘terminal’?” I knew I was in trouble. Well, maybe not total trouble,…
Someday this will make a great book
I’m all extra riled up right now about the whole 2257 debacle. There’s something really, really shady and fishy going on. I read this article and just couldn’t beleive it — it’s like the mafia. Then I cruised over to see what people were having to go through to get a membership to the “safe…
The Swinging Accident
I accidentally attended a swingers’ party last weekend. Even I didn’t know that was possible. I mean, sure, in Hollywood movies, where everything about sexual subcultures is totally misinformed, one might see an unsuspecting Owen Wilson open the wrong door and walk into a wife-swapping orgy. But me? Let me back up for a minute,…
Four Things
First, I won’t be updating my blog again until after the weekend — I’m about to disappear to work on the SRL event this Friday, where you can see scary and amazing things, and I’ll be interviewed as "Woman who operates deadly machines." Unless something *really amazing* happens, for the next few days I’ll be…
Man Seeks Inflatable Sheep
I know, this picture looks really freaky. I was cruising through the Exotic Erotic website looking at last year’s pictures — I was there last year on a lark, snuck in, and also snuck backstage — and found this bizarre photo. But what’s even stranger (than me going to Exotic Neurotic?) is that when I…
Boot Camp for the Female Ego
Every month or so here in SF there is an informal get-together called Dorkbot where a small group of extremely smart computer geeks, machine makers and high tech artists gather to watch informal presentations by peers. It’s where we all learn about new stuff and what each other are up to, and the loose tagline…