Life Is A Pigsty

I spent the day at Eric's being his model for a French television segment.


The best dresses, stockings, girdles, gloves, white panties, hats and adult, ladies diapers can all be found in Eric's wardrobe room.


He has the very finest in prosthetic limbs and body braces too.


The interviewer, Thierry, had never seen a house so full of interesting objects.


I let Eric write on my back with shoe polish, in place of his face- sitting idea.


I fucking sucked it in HARD to get these buttoned all the way up my waist. Are jockeys as small waisted as equestrian-type girls?


This evening, Dave and I spent some quality time with my favorite artist, MORRISSEY.


He was, as usual, superb. He sure loves his fans. I actually hate Morrissey fans, even though I am one. That's sort of the nature of his music.


The Palladium blows. I think I'm just getting too old for general admission.