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Monthly Archives: October 2008
As of tonight….
…I have a frenum. Thanks holey1! Photo by boy_cru. Tags: daily photo… Continue Reading
Bonanza = best!
I wish I knew about Bonanza when I lived in San Francisco – It’s pretty much the best work gear shop in the area. I picked up a great pair of boots, a new jacket and a new fetish item. And picked out a new outfit for a special someone. Rawr No tags for this… Continue Reading
Cutting it close….
Empty headed me: I told so many people that my flight arrived at 1pm, I started to think that my flight left at 1pm. So while I groggily puttered around the house this morning, my brain was slow to reconcile the fact that the times didn’t match. Suddenly at 8am a sinking feeling seized me… Continue Reading
You gotta have friends…
… I whinged yesterday and gracious friends stepped forward with offers of assistance. It was wonderful and I’m so grateful. Tags: daily photo, new york in black and white… Continue Reading
Smear…
…as in small and fearful. It may be that after a couple of weeks of rushing around, I’m actually sitting still for a while , or some other reason I can’t fathom, but this morning I feel tired, sad and a little helpless. Like retreat and cry time. Silly, I know. Both of my desks… Continue Reading
Mix and mingle….
Spent the evening as guest DJ at a benefit for the Dieu Donne paper center and studio. The evening was nice enough, the people who asked me to come were kind, but hey, what happened? The art world used to be full of sexy people. Tonight the crowd left my libido unmoved. It was also… Continue Reading
The pleasures of meeting…
This weekend was New York Leather Weekend, and I along with a number of other people volunteered to help the event come off. Which was lucky beacuase once I arrived to work at the Hot Ash Party on Saturday I got to meet the all-so-attractive jefferzephyr. As is polite practice among bloggers, we immediately got… Continue Reading
Tags: daily photo… Continue Reading
Tags: daily photo… Continue Reading