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* Sean Bonner and Wil Wheaton write for Suicide Girls — got a problem with that? Apparently a few people do, for some curiously old-fashioned reasons *like the site’s name*, and Sean excerpts and comments on Wil’s eloquent responses here. And here I thought no one liked SG for being obsessively litigious or for refusing…

I was reading COOP’s blog this morning and totally dug his hyooge post about America staying classy and Evel Knievel — though I know it was only a thinly veiled excuse for him to post this photo — and it made me think of the last time I saw a video with Knievel; really just…

An actual Fleshbot all-staff email received today: Subject: press release from fleshbot central * * * FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE * * * Fleshbot Central, January 12: Fleshbot.com editor John d’Addario today decreed a moratorium on any further posts involving latex, corsets, rubber, bondage, piercings, or any others that could reasonably be described with keywords “fetish”,…

Once, a long time ago, I dated a boy who wasn’t a great date. But I’ll never forget the evening he did something that changed my life. One night we were lounging on my bed, making out a little bit, and he sort of forcibly rolled me over onto my stomach. I thought hmmm, okay,…

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…

It’s been a couple of days, over two dozen hours of sleep and a good bottle of pinot noir since my trip to LA, and I’m still sorting the whole thing out in my head. No, I didn’t get a column or a picture deal, or any bunnies, but my experience with the Playboy TV…

All right: my bags are packed, my last-minute list is on the kitchen table and I’m really wondering if I’m going to get any sleep tonight. Tomorrow morning I leave for LA — for exactly 30 hours in Los Angeles. I get picked up at the airport by a Playboy van, will be whisked to…

A few days ago, an email arrived on my doorstep as SRL crew, from an SRL fan and robotics society magistrate. Asking for help wrangling the Robot Olympics, he wasn’t specific with details as to what he might want me to do, and while I tire painfully of people endlessly asking if SRL is like…

Wow, I’ve been getting oodles of mail lately — yay! I went to a wedding this weekend here in town, where one of my oldest friends married her butch girlfriend of many years. After a week of dealing with that porn industry woman angrily criticizing my upcoming book based on its being geared toward female…