June 2005

So I kind of won the kissing contest at the Pride celebration today…! My friend Miss Jessi worked the Magnet booth while I sucked up the margaritas, and suddenly there was an announcement that they’d be giving away free gay porn at the stage. But since the last thing I need is free porn, I ignored it, until Miss J told me we had to go on a mission for porn for the Magnet boys… She led me through the throng up to the stage, and the next thing I knew, I was up in front of a huge crowd with her and a HOT young latino gayboy! Gay male couple were #1, we were “couple” #2, then two lezzies in rainbow halter tops (!), and another gay male couple… being two girls and one guy, I think we had some people pretty scandalized, but… we won by crowd populairty! Crazy. Take a look at today’s pics (begin here) — hopefully soon I’ll get photos of the kissing. And tomorrow I’ll be posting an illustrated narrative of my experience with Dr. Sprinkle (oh yes, there was much more), a la You Can’t Make it Up.

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And a bit of commentary…

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Too drunk and late to post, really… Jack‘s birthday… more pics.

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Even though I called them “potty mouthed boozers,” SFist writes:

“…while you’re still sober enough to read, we’ve been scouring the internets all week for commentary and criticism. First, and most important, is Violet Blue’s “Welcome to San Francisco” guide to Pride. She hits all the right points…”

Different topic, but cool — the LibertyGuys wrote that I am, “Sort of a cross between a brainy dominatrix and Tank Girl.”

Happy!

Oh, and if you’re one of the many readers who follows my Fleshbot expliots, I had no idea we’d have a guest editor today, which is fine, except I want my readers to know that I’m really offended, too. I have nothing to do with it, and it does not represent my point of view in any way.

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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 from the government club” and saw their fee shedule — they’re raking it in right now, giving out those get out of jail free cards. What about all the other people not in porn that this affects? And no, it’s not a law to make sure webmasters aren’t lazy about keeping records, as some people are making it out. It means any site with any picture that could be deemed a sex act (definitions?) must keep records even if it is not their own photo — so you can’t run an ad from a company that has a woman pinching her nipple (or the appearance thereof) unless you have that company’s records on file for that model. I spent wednesday on the phone with my dear friend Thomas, who now edits for Eros Zine (yay!), and he told me he spent the whole fucking day having to go through all of their gallery archives trying to determine if a sex act was being depicted in each photo: “Is she pinching her nipple, or just holding it? Because if she’s pinching it, they’re gonna say it’s a sex act. Is that bottom red from a sunburn or a spanking…? FUCK!”

So thanks for nothing, article in Wired. This issue is much, much bigger than porn, but it’s going unnoticed and getting oversimplified in the media because of their chicken-shit approach to reporting on sex issues — the government will get away with *a lot* this way. This nation’s inherent distaste of, and fear of sex is the ultimate Achilles’ heel. It’s time to be *normal* about sex, people. On the other hand, do check out this great post about the effects of 2257 on local pornographers; nice to finally get a human face on the business side. I like drinking with Jackson, he breaks things.

So I am extremely happy to see things as defiant as this (smooches to Bacchus!).

Meanwhile I’m trying to figure out what to wear tonight — rubber is always a great choice, though the extremes at Studio Gum would just cover a bit too much. Plus, I think some of those items were stolen off SRL machines; I’m sure I left the Inchworm covered with item #BS-FR. Though I’d love to take a bath with one of those kinky little rubber duckies.

Tasty: Sonny Black Dungeon Furniture. Unlike the US, porn censorship is easing up in Japan. If you liked the post I did about the bloggers all having sex with each other (and many of you did), then you’ll love the ultra-nasty roundup over at (hottie) Vivian’s Sex Carnival. Oh, and Waking Vixen sent me a correction, which makes all the sex rather confusing but just gives us another excuse to read about their deliciously filthy exploits over on the East Coast:

> A little clarification on the overlappingness — the One Life, Take Two sex party post you linked to (Gang Green) in your post is not the same rendezvous as the After Party. Jefferson was being a bit slow on updating, so the Gang Green post corresponds to my Introducing.”

Note: I do not have 2257 compliance for any of the rubber ducks in this post.

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