The Real Story on the Peaceful SundayInstead of a relaxing day of watching movies in coupledom (as we had originally planned), Snow and I went to Venice Beach to hang out with Uncle Milton the Psychedellic Professor. It was a beautiful day at the beach, sunny with not too many people. The money I made on the bath products was just enough to buy a delicious key lime GREEN pie.
Let me back up a minute. I was in a lousy mood when I woke up today which carried over into our Trader Joe's shopping experience in Santa Monica. We've been getting engrossed in a seemingly harmonious rhythm of exercising at the YMCA, working on the Members site, and administering various websites. It has been starting to feel a little too Schtevish for my liking. It isn't that the work isn't interesting, its just that no work and no play make us what? Crazy. Yes, that's it. I also got my first cold in about one year. I should be better in a couple of days. Somebody get me some Tussin.
Despite the rough edges and an endless consumption of kleenexes, Snow and I relaxed into our afternoon and came home to play with two things we both enjoy; sex and the camera. I managed to take a picture of his penis in the webcam. It was the first shot of his male member on the internet. I just love being a modern day porn producer. If you don't know this already, I like to twist the rules a bit. I also like to joke around.
Before I forget, I want to thank Ben Oswald for inviting us to a snazzy art show last night in Chinatown. We went with my friend Angel from Fetisch Music. Unfortunately the party I brought the boys to later was not a good place for meeting unattached snatch. I did see some of the local LA crew; Stevo, Andy, and the Angel Garcia entourage.
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