I just can’t resist: Oral Sex is a Dangerous and Deadly New Trend. "Oral sex is like playing Russian roulette, but instead of holding a steel gun to your head, you are placing a gun made of skin into your mouth." Love the ad that reads "Accept Christ and get a free Playstation 2."
Sex and Tech
I Am A Gay Man
Hornboy and a friend recently delivered a piece of artwork to a man in LA, who happens to be Margaret Cho’s husband. When they told me about it I said, "I thought she was gay!?" Yet, I was wrong. When I mentioned this "new" fact to my gay friends, they acted like I lived in…
The Elegant Spanking
Well, I guess I had it coming. All my obsessing about upgrading to OSX, my shaky/whiny installation on my iBook, and my willingness to then ignore the laptop and still fumble around on my rocks-and-sticks 9.2 G4. Last night, Hornboy just couldn’t take it anymore. He asked me, "so, have you done any of those…
Sunday Blues
Today I was a bit depressed. That means I was out of sorts — depression is a total stranger to me. I kind of didn’t know what to do. I found myself on my bed at three in the afternoon really unhappy. I had a hideous to-do list of work waiting for me in my…
Ouch
I have just now come to accept that I am going to get little work done today, thanks to my king-sized hangover. My head feels like it’s the size of Texas. But at least I had a lot of fun putting myself in this condition, at a friend’s housewarming party last night. I imbibed in…
A Damn Good Question
Holy cow, I cleaned out my inbox and realized I have over fifty emails from Tiny Nibbles readers I have not responded to — I’m sorry! Get the paddle. I promise that soon I’ll lock myself in my office with a few delicious inebriants and my digital camera, and won’t come out until responses are…
Practical Bestiality
I’m still catching up. Last Sunday I had the sheer pleasure of speaking at San Francisco Sex Information, the local (though national) sex hotline. They are one of the most needed and fantastic resources in the world — you can call or email them with literally *any* question about sex imaginable, and they have a…
30 Hours in LA
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…
Countdown to LA
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…