When I was in Colorado last weekend I found myself in lovely, beautiful Colorado Springs. By accident I happened to be there for their gay pride celebration, which by SF standards is more like a cute craft fair, but I discovered by Colorado Springs standards is a major leap into the modern era. Why? Because…

My friend Thomas Roche has been in LA for exactly one week. Here is a sample reply to my queries about how things are going: "The one thing I cannot change is the fucking weather, and I hate it. Sunny and beautiful? That is a crock of shit. It is hot, hazy and smells like…

Hooray for free hot smut! Blowfish, those erudite, pervy purveyors with a great toy selection, now have a free online erotica magazine, Fishnet. And like their toy-buying sensibilities, you can expect heavy doses of explicit kink. Updated Tuesdays.

I’ve been out of the blogosphere for a week, and what a week it’s been. Mostly I was on a self-imposed editing exile to finish the final *final* edits on The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasies, an exile where I go over the whole thing like a little monkey looking for fleas, finding last-minute typos…

It’s the fireworks holiday. And following with what must be a centuries’ old tradition here in SF, a huge fireworks celebration is planned for 9:30 tonight, while The City is surrounded by an ominous wall of fog. A juggernaut of fog, a behemoth of fog on all sides, ready to roll in and smother the…

Right now, my best friend Thomas is driving to LA. Which means it’s time for me to face the music and blog about some news I got last week, news that I’ve been in total denial about. Thomas is my closest writing pal, the one who (years ago) published my first article ever and encouraged…

Last weekend, Pride took over The City, as it always does, with swarms of smiling, happy families, horny LGBT tourists from all over the world and bringing out residents ready to party. It’s a big see-and-be-seen event, and the hot sunny weather had everyone out doing something; sexual orientation doesn’t necessarily even matter, it’s just…

A few days ago technosex femme fatale Xeni Jardin emailed me a special secret link to her pictures form the Erotica LA Expo. Boy did I feel lucky; her photos told a photojournalistic story of the experience that really had me spellbound. Like a photoblog. They also recalled all my strange disconnected and hypnotic feelings…

The email keeps pouring in. Got this, made me feel like a 13-year-old-girl (or Mr. Garrison from South Park) at a Ricky Martin concert: "You just made my tool bar. Love your site and have always enjoyed your writings at Good Vibrations. Most enjoyable site on the web." This morning another reader told me I…

Nothing makes you appreciate the finer things in life than a oozy, scary piece of hate mail. I got one this weekend, from a "good Christian" who went on about the "faggot marching band," how I’m "living in sin," and how I desecrate things with "homosexuality, sex toys and who knows what else." So please…