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Muffy and Pearlie Mae in The ‘No — posing in the shitter at Supercuts whilst the darling Gregory gets his hairs cut. That’s a little baby girl whose mother likes to kiss her on the lips!

An enduring image from my childhood. This place is in my ears and in my eyes. Always.

When you are raised poor or in perpetual economic peril, no matter how much money you may ever have in your life, you’re always expecting to have your credit card denied, to have your check bounce, to have your power … Continue reading →

Blanche: “Ah! Look at the shameless way she’s flirtin’ with him. DIS-GUSTIN’!” Rose: “You flirted with him.” Blanche: “I’m from the South. Flirting is part of my heritage.” Rose: “What do you mean?” Dorothy: “Her mother was a slut, too.” … Continue reading →

In saying that I am no longer able to partake of either the pixilated or the “live poon/scratch n’ sniff” versions myself, I am certainly not judging others who do watch porn — or even those who take part in … Continue reading →

Vacuous Muff Fact #98: For the past ten years or so (or, more specifically, when our two daughters entered adolescence), pornography in all its glorious forms has been COMPLETELY ruined for both Gregory and I. Christ, I can’t even enjoy … Continue reading →

This is a stock photo of my Queen Bee Creations purse…which I have had for about a million years — the only difference being that I immediately ditched the record and replaced it with THE MOST AMAZING PROFILE PHOTOGRAPH OF … Continue reading →

And so…the light brings with it even more incomprehensible tragedy and grief. Yesterday evening, two of my oldest, dearest, and most treasured friends from Fresno — Bryan and Cathy Lee — unexpectedly lost their 21 year old daughter, Kassie, to … Continue reading →

“Intelligence is the ultimate aphrodisiac.” — Timothy Leary (SO FLATTERING…because yes, the old bastard DID hardcore hit on me in 1993…back, of course, when I didn’t look like Ernest Borgnine.)

“Most human beings today waste some 25 to 30 years of their lives before they break through the actual and conventional lies which surround them.” — Isadora Duncan