I'm standing outside of The Anorexic, waiting for Ben, who is half an hour late, to show up.  On my way here, I ran into a poetry acquaintance who'd recorded one of my spoken word shows a few months before.  While most of the tracks are fairly mecentric, there's a couple of tracks I did with Ben, Celeste, and Wiz.  I am in the midst of ( Read more... )

Just because a guy wears a hot pink shirt and leather pants, doesn't mean he sucks cock. But in this case, it was a pretty good indicator ( Read more... )

If I were a gerbil, my water bottle would be filled with Cherry Coke. If Dmitri were a gerbil, he'd be doing commercial modeling for Habitrail. If I were a gerbil, and Dmitri were a gerbil, we could have the kind of hot, kinky gerbil sex that doesn't invoke the urban myth of Richard Gere and an Emergency Room visit ( Read more... )

Dmitri wears Diesel shoes. His shoes match his outfits flawlessly. Not in that pink shirt, pink sweatpants, pink shoes sort of way. His outfits are often from different stores, are different colors, and different styles, but they are, unquestionably, matching styles. They're unquestionably hot ( Read more... )