Ode De Toilet

I wore a toilet seat on my head as a Halloween costume.


I want to be a toilet sometimes.


Blood Hound


Kitty spends her fair share of time in the bathroom with Dave.


She scratches at the door for him to let her in. It's always on her terms.


I'm using my brain again.


It's been seriously neglected and abused for the last five years.


Exercise of the mind is a continuous high.


I hate sitting on my ass though. I'm scared that it will be ten-feet wide someday.


I'm going to be in another art show this weekend in Hollywood.


My confidence is still shaky about showing my paintings to other, real artists.


I am a fan of this one. I can't help but love her new CD.
For closet Britney lovers out there, this album is a just what we've been waiting for!

Feed Bag

Dave took this picture of the deer on in our yard.


A buck, doe and fawn were eating our grass. It was so beautiful.


Dave is looks so good in roja.


I tried to cover my mouth for this sneeze. But I'm sure there was some snot I couldn't catch.


We are a serious couple.


Very devoted.


I brought the camera to dinner. The light was really warm inside.


We found this new, little Mediterranean place next door to Book Soup.


I'm retaining water.


Dave likes me bloated.

Our Love To Admire

Joanna Angel came over today.


We put her boyfriend James Deen in bondage, with Bambu.


Joanna is one of the tiniest girls I know.


I love it when Dave picks out my lingerie. It's sexy to get in this garb. When else does life really allow you time to put on so many lovely undergarments? Hookers and porn stars are lucky in that way.


Never in my life have I felt like an amazon woman. I feel like Godzilla next to Joanna.


Bambu farted the entire time. I love it when he shows our guests such hospitality.


Dave asked both of us to wet our assholes.


Joanna is cool because she does anal.


After the photo shoot, Dave took me to see one of my favorite bands at the Forum.





This is the video of my favorite Interpol song, "Evil." A really talented artist named Charlie White directed it.

Laid So Low

I like to stay home now.


I don't get bored like I used to. It feels so mature.


Every morning, I wake up with a pain in my spine. This is the reason.


Sadly, dogs are not allowed on the bed.


My ass likes to be in the middle.


I like to open the shades on our bedroom windows, and show off how naked we are in the afternoon.


Finally, I've given up the tanning salon. I'm 26. It's time to start caring about my skin.


I don't want to look like a leather bag at 40.


Bambu needs his butt picked. He gets mini-dingle berries trapped underneath his tail.


Dave is sharing the art of Richard Prince with Kitty.


The yard is growing back since it was destroyed by the fire hydrant accident last month.


Kitty gets jealous of Bambu's outdoor privileges.


My Frenchie is over 30 pounds now. He is fucking huge for his breed.


I don't believe everyone when they say they are "so busy." Busy with what? What does that mean? Busy is a word to describe an ugly pattern on a sweater. I don't enjoy busy and it doesn't fulfill me.

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.

Rest

All Ready For Bed


The camera always sits on a chair by the bed.


I just can't resist initiating some bedtime antics.


We both refrained from showering today.


I love to wear his cool, large shirts to sleep.


But, alas, Davey is sick today. He has strep throat and can't kiss me on the lips at all!


Ball contact is allowed though.


I give his balls lots of love.


They are a musky music to my nose.


I think it's healthy to stretch the sack out completely and give it a good once-0ver with a fully wet mouth.


Did anyone else catch that article in Men's Health?


Funny how I could get sick from kissing him, more than eating his cum, with this particular virus.


It doesn't taste sick. It's really good.


Bambu sleeps in his own bed during all this.


Kitty, on the other hand, is right next to Dave's feet.


Bambu is so jealous of her, because only she is allowed on our bed.


It's not fair, I know. But he is a Frenchie. He is smelly and cannot jump as high as the kitty.

Rock Against Ass

We just got home from seeing Turbonegro. This puke outside the Henry Fonda says it all- they were fucking amazing!


My ears really hurt. I'm always too rad to wear earplugs. Dave is the smart one, he never forgets them.


They didn't play "Stroke the Shaft."


Or "Midnight N.A.M.B.L.A." or "Denim Demon." But they still fuckin' smoked!


Last night, I was an out of control, drunken asshole. I accidentally hit myself in the mouth with a heavy canvas.


I managed to kind of see straight enough to draw Victor.


I think I captured his essence.


Davey shot Amber Rain today at our house for Leg Show. She is really flexible and strong. Great legs!


Then he shot me.


I love it when he photographs me.


Bambu and I did some softcore.


I think he's getting very sexy and mature.


We have the finest Frenchie the world has ever seen!


I'm putting this photo into the Frenchie Flicker group.


Dave is so damn sexy when he is shooting photographs.


I love this Eames chair. So slick.


Being Dave's model is such a turn on.


He makes funny noises for me too when he wants a big cheeser smile from me, or the dog. He can get it all.

Sit

Dave is the best model.


He knows quite a bit about what it takes to be a professional model, since he's shot hundreds of them, including the duds.


Why doesn't Petco sell blood stained panties for dogs?


Does Bambu smell just how filthy I really am?

Some Dave Naz Candids

I got home from the gym and Dave shot a roll of me.


I was feeling kind of sexy in this state.


Sweat gives the hair such great natural body.


He told me to sit on the ground.


Girls look good on the ground.


I was trying to be natural.


The thing about forced casualness is that it looks awkward.


Dave loves it awkward.


I don't look like anyone.


Except my dog.


He gets left out sometimes.


We have the same personality too. I am part bulldog.


We certainly enjoy eachother's farts.

Grand Tasting

Before we went out, Dave ripped out my tampon so we could fuck.


It was one of my birthday presents for MY LOVE, that we were two of the two thousand guests attending the 25th Annual Wine and Food Festival.


Everyone rode a tram into the back lot of Universal, into what they call "Little Europe."


It was just lovely there at night. All of the many cobble stone streets and facade buildings were beautifully lit and lively.


Dave's favorite beverage sponsored the event too.


We ate cheesecake lollipops.


Dave was an adventurous eater that night. He sure knows how to Man Up.


I have never seen such an abundance of black truffles. They were being freshly shaved on every gnocchi, croquetta and risotto in sight.


This is a chef cooking this amazing fig and flambe candy shell dessert that was topped with fresh whipped cream.


I love Us.


I did my best to taste every wine each vineyard had to offer.


This was such a fantastic time!


The people who went were smart and joyful wine enthusiasts.


No snotty fuckers in the bunch.


Happy birthday, once again, my love!


We will always have The Best time.