I’m alive again! I had what is now being called at Good Vibes "The Evil" – a flu of devastating proportions. Like a hurricane eats trailer homes, it’s now wending its way though the Mail Order department. I survived on well wishes from you, dear readers, (Thank you! Sniff!), Hornboy’s loving ministrations of barley soup…

I have the flu and promise I’ll be back to blog sexily when the fever breaks. Hopefully I’ll have some weird dreams, like when you eat pizza before going to bed. Meanwhile, these are neat because you can watch all three at once.

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…