Month: November 2007

… not just for the weekend, but for a whole damn year of dealing with people who are cruel and unwell. This quote in my horoscope this week: Carl Jung: “The foundation of all mental illness is an unwillingness to experience legitimate suffering.”

A smattering of free galleries; I’m super picky and these are good — not out of control, hand in your pants amazing, but quite good. Olga D is in the kitchen — my god, I hope she eats something! Fabi bought her stripperwear at Walgreens by my house, I know it, because all they have…

I pulled a late night last night and recorded an entire book: the audio version of my book, How to Kiss! It was intense but really fun — what a sex nerd gets up to when she’s home alone on a work binge, I tell ya… Congratulations, me! It’s almost exactly the same as what’s…

My nose became a coffee-shooter when I saw this morning’s comments on my SF Gate / Chronicle column about sex toys (note: Sullivan’s Funeral Home is right by my house). Never has my column brought me so much joy! Here’s a snip: shotzyreborn wrote: Well I am too vanilla and too unimaginative to be bothered…

This week’s column, Lube the Halls — also includes my top picks for 2007’s newest holiday sex toys gifts, from the high-end designer vibes to the superb new basics: Maybe I shouldn’t have started mulling over my annual sex toy list after a big vegan Thanksgiving feast. I had barely cracked open the Firefly lube…

Image of pal Dana DeArmond by Chase Lisbon for Supercult, via ponyXpress. Deadline accomplished, yay! Now back to our regularly scheduled sex blog, with some links I’ve been kicking around for the past few days. * Not About Love has relaunched and looks totally fucking hot. Hours of fun; lots of hosted galleries but some…