Lazy Bear Pics

Click here for some pics from LBW2002!

It’s just something I threw together last night. Here’s hoping y’all enjoy seeing hot bears feeding themselves.

Lazy Bear Weekend

I’ll be posting my pics from LBW tonight, so stay tuned for lots of pics of bears eating!

I hate myself

and I wish I was dead.

OK, this isn’t exactly true, but I’m just so frustrated right now, I could scream.



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I don’t know how I feel about this…

Gay couple awaits their set of quads

It just seems kinda wasteful, having four kids at once.





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Smelling the roses…

Ever since 9/11 I cry so much more frequently than I did before. It’s not usually sad tears. I find myself tearing up at the lovely things that life shows us, like the love between a father and son, or a particularly beautiful sunset. I try to make a point of talking to my friends more frequently now, and my pace of life has slowed down.

I don’t think about sex nearly as much as I did before. I’ve been reading a story lately about a Russian Orthodox priest who was sent to a Siberian death camp during the Stalin era, and his apotheosis. He lived selflessly, helping others, sharing his meager rations with the sick, and I wish I could be so generous in spirit.

Mostly, though, I feel like I’m wasting my life sitting every day in this cube, churning out clause after clause of computer code. Why haven’t I opened my cabaret yet? Why aren’t I bringing more beauty into the world?

Sometimes I want to chuck my entire life and pursue something entirely different. But I can hardly leave Rick, whom I love deeply, and the life we are building together. I daydream about becoming a starving student, studying theatre production and hospitality. I can’t ask him to dump our beautiful home and follow me into poverty for a few years, can I? Maybe I don’t have to.

What do you think?

Trash and Paint and stuff

Trash Till Dawn was a big success - we had 400 trash freaks show up to the Crest Theatre for the opening of the 2nd Annual Trash Film Orgy! I had a blast, literally, blowing the head off the seance medium and squirting her blood all over the place! And playing the bouncer for the naughty nitey pillow fight was fun, too. About 100 die-hard trash fans made it through to the fourth movie, and they were rewarded with Cereal Killer and milk!

Last Saturday’s installment of the Orgy, John Water’s immortal Female Trouble was another success, and attracted another great turnout!

This Friday’s The Big Bird Cage redefined the whole women in prison genre. Director Jack Hill will be there in person to answer questions.


This past weekend found myself and parnter, Rick, painting the house. We started innocently enough, putting a coat of Moonscape, an incredibly pale yellow, in the kitchen. We then started to get a bit more adventurous, slathering the living/dining room with an unbelievably vivid Brilliance, a yellow-gold of exceptional power, and an accent wall with Mediterranean Blue, a sumptuous deep blue with just a whisper of green. Rick decided that he wanted to paint the family room/eat-in part of the kitchen a beautiful Surrey Beige, but after painting one wall of it, decided that it was too dark, so we went back to the Homo Depot and got a lovely Autumn Mist, another tan but a couple of shades lighter than the beige. We haven’t put that up yet, though, but there’s another weekend coming up. Of course, if it’s as hot as it has been the past two days here (109F yesterday, and looking like hotter than that today), we may wait a while for some cooling relief.


If you are anywhere near Sacramento this weekend, I do invite you to enjoy the TFO. It’s a blast!


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