Human Grade

When I get home from a long, tiresome day of doing porno, I just want to throw my smelly clothes all over the floor.


Bambu asks me, "What is that stench? It's all over you and it smells like something I've had at the dogpark."


I'm covered in balls, silly! And ass sweat.


Dave and I went to see an exhibit at the OCMA. I didn't even know Orange County had an art museum and we loved it. They have this rad Charles Ray piece in their permanent collection.


Blood looks so good because it's like living paint.


It looks pretty damn good on Dave too. He's always apt to perv-out on it.


Try to find a good vegan cup of coffee sometime. It's not as easy as one might think. I've always HATED the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for their imitation powder mixes and watered down brews...


But now I have this image of nastiness burned into my memory. This is how they treat soy. It's more like untreated sewage.


Instead of getting angry at life's many disappointments and grossness, Dave has taught me to just take a picture and laugh at it.


Speaking of disappointment, we just got home from seeing a really lackluster Social D. concert.