As my dear friend Chriso aptly puts it, “Run for your life — it’s that Cher song again!” That’s right, this weekend is SF Gay Pride, one of the weekends here where (literally) buttloads of tourists visit to celebrate, drink, get laid, feel really good about the world, feel really sad about the world, and…

Of course, I’m thinking of this. But only because of this. Soon, for a mere $27.95 you’ll be able to wipe your ass with the mental product of two totally batshit women, and one (or two) ghostwriters whose resultant ethical corprophilia surely will make a few New York dominatrixes wealthy. That’s it, Judith, bring everyone…

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Love Craigslist. Oh, yes. Check out the Sexy Podcast roundup I did this week on Fleshbot — there are some really cool shows out there. Lately I’ve been sitting on the computer for hours and hours and feeling totally stir crazy. I’ve been going out every night as a result, whereas usually I spend my…

I wake up, I read sex blogs. When I do the Sex Blog Roundup I read everyone’s personal sex blogs, and I often find that several sex bloggers’ sex lives overlap. Little pockets of sex bloggers that know each other meet and have sex with each other in pairs, trios, and fuck parties — or…

It’s getting ready to hit the stores — the French translation of my Ultimate Guide to Cunnilingus, Le Cunnilingus! I have one of the first copies in hand and it’s so exciting; the first of six translations I’m under contract for. The book is beautiful and I’m super-happy to be spreadin’ the love around the…

Is this week over yet? Because I really need it to be the weekend, now. Well, technically the weekend starts tonight, that is if you live on Marching Band time — I’m going to go see them at the SF Eagle tonight because it might be the last time I get a chance before they…

Every once in a while I have some memories I want to write about here, but they’re not very sexy. I need to breathe them out, so skip these posts if you like. Last night Hornboy ran to the store to get me some wine to ease my cramps, and some Drano for the tub…