(shit, I dropped my loofah) Sorry, sweetie, can you repeat that? I took a call from my chubby chaser yesterday. He came after 15 minutes, we said Happy Thanksgiving to each other, la la laa, okay, on to the next one. I...
View MoreFrenchmen Street, October 2014. Photo by Ed Barnas. All year round at the smut stand, people ask me if I can do custom work online. I always say, "Yes, but in person is better." The would-have-been customers never ask for clarification, they...
View MorePeople ask me, out there on the Smut Stand, what writers inspire me. I always feel a little weird about being stumped. I mean, in Sidewalk Smut the customer inspires me. For my plays, other Fringe playwrights/performers inspire me. For my articles, I dunno… all...
View More"I love you," said Bilingual Papi. I'll talk to you really soon, I replied, with a big grin on my face that I know transmitted through my voice. I really was smiling, but I bit back the reflexive response. I love you, too. Why did I pull...
View MoreThis bad boy needs a tune-up like whoa Temperatures in Atlanta have dropped below freezing at night. I have already set aside my denim tour jacket for the faux fur-lined faux-suede coat; I don't think I brought my really BIG faux-fur coat...
View MoreShe keeps me warm at night, among other things...
View MoreThat fence still counts as protection for my back 180...
View MoreI was talking with Bilingual Papi yesterday after he came, which was nice, because he sometimes pushes the time limit and I rarely get as much time with his post-come chat as I like. With some customers, I am happy or relieved when they hang...
View MoreWHEN: 6 hours (8pm-2am), Nov 1, 2014. WHERE: mural fence next to the Art Market, Frenchmen Street, New Orleans.  OUTPUT: eight custom works, including a lamp-lit alley gang bang; a humiliation and anal-rape scene for a guy who could rival Extreme Top for being aggressively...
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