February 2012
9 posts
John Stossel Interview →
January 2012
34 posts
Eight irrational things you didn’t know about me...
One: Mangos- I love them. I love them in a sick, insidious kind of way. One may think for a moment, don’t worry, it’s fruit, it grows on things, you can pronounce all of the ingredients, of which there are exactly one, and on and on, peppered with additive good terms like fair trade and organic and nectar of the gods. But I can’t dwell on all of the good things mangos can be. I have to focus...
I'm totally signing at the porno convention....
Today: 1:30-3:15pm
Friday: noon-3pm
Saturday: 11:15-2pm
We’re in the booth that says Digital Playground all over it in the VIP area. The show is in the Hard Rock. Now you know.
“Okay.. that was… Okay… Now let’s do it again. Only this time...”
“You’re not a douchebag… You’re just the nozzle.”
– Robby D.
northvayne asked: I been in love with you for over 4 years <3
missavalentin asked: What do I have to do to get your attention & keep it?
dijon32 asked: Would you say it's more convenient to answer questions on here than Formspring?
eluri asked: How would you say it's like, for guy who is not a porn actor, having sex with a pornstar? Based on your experience, of course.
freeglutens asked: Tag, you’re it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tag backs.
stronghotcoffee asked: Thank you, once again, for the writing. Your writing involves and conjures sometimes forgotten (or misplaced) memory and sense of place and time. It is a rare gift you have there. Keep putting your writing out there and I will keep reading. When you decide to publish, let us know.
practice-cactus asked: Saw some pics of you dressed as Supergirl at Comic Con. What's the story there?
WatchNew toy!!!
December 2011
9 posts
This is a duct tape version of an audiobook for...
La Petite Mort
Do you remember the first time? How you found that there was no such thing as empty space, the motion of one body whooshing air over the other, how it pressed the sweat outwards then gathered it in lines when you pulled them back apart. Remember the way the pads of the fingers ignited on your skin, wrote in braille and in cursive and in lace, the stops and the starts and the eventual path of one...