Code Brown

My family is kind of religious.


Dave and I spent the holiday visiting with them.


My cousin Amber is a vegan too. She made a delightful Tofurkey!


I took this on the way to Ventura on Thanksgiving Day.


Tonight we went to see a discussion panel at the Hammer Museum.


It was in their Billy Wilder Theater. The ceiling there has amazing neon lights.


Nina Hartley, Ira Levine, Sharon Mitchell, Jack Kyser and Mariel Garza spoke so intellegently and nicely about porn.


The topic was "Dirty Business: Should the Porn Industry Be Saved?"


When smart people defend the business I'm in, I feel safe.


Dave In Mid-Undress


Kitty In Mid-Distress


Whatever you do, don't go to sleep David!


I will find you.


The dick must be smelled.


Smells good.


Dave has a definite style for asshole spreading.


So far, the winter hasn't been a sad one. The cold has always bummed me out in previous years.


There's plenty of happiness (and a warm kitty) to keep us from any seasonal mood swings.

Attention Earthling

Eric sent over these pictures tonight.


He just started a blog.


He's one incredibly gifted photographer.

Mutilated Lips

Today, we shot at Coop and Ruth's house.


They have a killer house.


And terrific taste in furniture.


It feels stylish to merely bask in the atmosphere.


Polka dots were working in my favor.


Sometimes they can go terribly wrong.


Silverlake Sunset


Coop fires his automatic weapon at me.


My patience has improved so much in the last few months.


I'm learning about how worthwhile things take time


It's easy to get used to expecting instant gratification, when you're surrounded by porn.


I love guys who flex constantly.


These are Philipe Starck dumbells. So slick!


Bathrooms Never Get Old


Toilets Are Forever


Davey bought me these tights to cheer me up this morning.


It feels like there's a rabid dog tearing my insides to shreds.


Period Day One

Erotic Neurotic

Dave and I were inspired to take some art shots the other day.


We hired Dirty Harry to be our male model.


Just some clothed and artistic nudes.


Harry embodies everything that a creepy, older man holds within.


I never knew how creative and beautiful nude photography could be... until, I met Dave. Before then, I would just take the same, tired and generic shots for the backs of porno boxes.


I used to be so impressed when someone used a soft box.


Now I get to watch a real artist at work. Dave uses many lights and takes his time placing them in various spots.


I think Harry cleaned up pretty nice.

Stuck In A Pagoda

Davey took me to see a fucking rad show last night.


The Dickies are the original band that Green Day tries to rip off.


Stuart, the penis puppet sang his lines, "See me. Feel me. Touch me. Feel me..."


There was this little girl there in an Operation Ivy jacket. It was so cute. I used to listen to them when I was her age.


The show was chock full of sexually active teenagers.


Eric emailed a couple of pictures from my art show. Finally.


I am glad to be a part of this handsome couple.


I just rolled out of bed in one of Dave's tee shirts.


He is so good about acting on his inspirations right away.


I'm just glad I can be helpful to him when I'm this groggy, puffy and crusty.


I'm running out of things to deprive myself of.


I'm living off of veggies and sex. They seem to compliment one another.


These faces keep me company when I'm in my work room. I used to stack my stuffed animals in rows in my closet, as a child. They all had names and quirky personalities. Being a weirdo begins early and never goes away.


The main motivation to use my intelligence is to make Dave proud of me.


key stroke value

Taboo

Dave shot me in an a filthy set with my old pal, Dirty Harry.


Harry and I go way back... he played the uncle that molested me in "Girlvert" 7, 9 & 15.


Harry is a natural for these sleazy roles in porno movies. He is a naturally gifted actor.


I shat out little particles of almonds during this milk enema. I drank so much wine that I just couldn't control my appetite for a salty snack.


I wonder if I'm still going to be the 'life of the party' now, that I'm not such a drunk?


I still have yet to shit out a bunch of almond milk and have Dave piss on my face sober. I think it will be better though. I'll get to enjoy it more.


I'm very proud of this layout. Dave is the best and most perverted artist in the world!


It's in the December issue.

This Is It

We've been finding better ways to release stress.


I like to force it out of my butt.


Dave uses his urethra.


Kitty cruises the house for plastic to chew on.


Her hobbies also include; rubber bands and plant biting.


I feel like I'm in high school again. I'm wearing all black and thinking critically.


My child.


Bambu is acting up lately.


He's discovered pouting. He is a butt.


My dog not only looks like me, he also has my personality.


Here's an artsy shot of me and Dave's mom. She is such a beautiful woman.


His grandmother had a little party for her 86th birthday. She is quite a remarkable woman too.


I ate my last dead, rotting carcase for a while. I think I want to try going vegan.


Dave and Kitty in the study.


Since I quit coffee too, I get headaches. Bambu is the strongest pain reliever known to man.

Frankly, Mr. Shankly

This is a shot Dave took with his iphone last Saturday.


Me and Numa Perrier at the art show, which she curated. My work is behind us.


The show was as lovely as those who attended.


We went to see Jeff Dahl perform later that night.


Dave has the coolest friends. I am so lucky to get to know them all too.


I sprayed out an enema for my love.


Dave had a blast.


I am an enema addict.


I've always enjoyed them, ever since I started in porno.


But since I've quit drugs, alcohol, tobacco and fire arms, the enemas have definitely increased in volume.


I spend quality time on the floor with my dog.


He snuggles with me while I hold the water in my guts.


Don't forget Kitty!


I try to hold in the fluid long enough to get through an article in Entertainment Weekly.


Colon hydrotherapy is more enjoyable while learning about the latest news in Hollywood.


Belly Full Of Enema Water


My cat's fur is so soft. She is as delicate as a fresh blanket of snowflakes.


I've never been dependent on a security blanket. The closest I've ever come to that is wearing my warm coat of Kitty.


I just saw Bobbie at AIM. She always wears her gloves. I appreciate that.


My aim isn't very good at AIM. I have to practically shove the cup inside in order to pee directly into it. After all these years, I still am not a pro at urine testing.

Rendezvous With Anus

This is the flier for the art show I'm in on Saturday.


My work will be on display.


Showing my paintings is more personal than gaping.


It's harder than anything I've ever stuck in my ass.


Nothing could ever take the place of sex though.


Once you do porno, it's in your soul, permanently.


I asked Dave to take a picure of us like this.


I'm glad I realized how useful a porno mind can be, before my own image starts to repulse me.


Bambu has learned to snuggle just like the cat.


He mimics her technique of sitting directly on the chest.


I'm scared that we are overfeeding him. I don't want him to end up like one of the fat babies on Maury.


Dave said that will never happen.


I don't need to worry.


I'm putting six paintings in the art show.


I bought this for Dave today to remind him how much I love him.