Last month I received a notice from my credit card processor that it was time again for me to cough up my annual fee to Visa. That in itself was irritating, but the fee also went up 25% since last year and that was the final straw. I am so fed up with financial institutions and their endless array of fees and hidden costs that continue to skyrocket for no reason.

Visa charges “high risk” businesses this fee because they anticipate a large percentage of chargebacks and other fraudulent activity. In the four years of running an adult web site I have had no chargebacks and no shenanigans of any sort and they still expect me to ante up? Hell to the no! So I’m shutting down the membership site and converting it to an all third party affiliate affair. I’ll keep some of the photos and bio and to hell with the rest.

Before all of this came down I shot a solo scene in the shower of my place in P’town so I’m going to post that as my final update this weekend. If you have ever wanted to check out my adult site now is the time because it’s going away for good. I will keep it accessible to members for the rest of the summer free of charge because I really appreciate the support I’ve received from my fans – especially those that have been with me from the beginning. (You know who you are.)

June 30th is the final day I’ll be able to accept new members so I hope to see you there. And if you have any difficulty drop an e-mail to my handy web guy and he will set things straight. There have been some communication issues lately and I’m sure it has nothing to do with the processor; however, we can always rectify things pretty quickly.

It had been about two months since my last Pilates class after all of the traveling and moving. I was really beginning to feel it so I made a point to attend the 6:30 yoga class at my gym. I was one of three guys there and when the instructor asked if we were in the mood to relax and flow or work I shot up from my child’s pose and politely demanded that we work; luckily that was the consensus, or at least seemed to be.

After the class began the usual stragglers made their way around the dimly lit room and joined the group. I usually find the start of these classes to be a little unsettling because I am ready to start doing some crazy poses and the instructor wants to warm us up with breath work and smooth salutations. I tend to be, in these situations, one or two steps ahead of everybody and am in down dog when they are still on their feet. This usually is my indication that it may be a good idea to slow down and follow the rules. I wish that everybody felt this way, but they don’t as the frizzy haired, rotten smelling, inconsiderate chump next to me so incredibly demonstrated.

He came in late, of course, and set up camp next to me, but he didn’t just set up next to me. He was so close that when we both extended our arms, we overlapped. Aside from just being rude, it’s also against the rules of yoga. It wasn’t as if this twit were coming to his first class because the look of his mat and bag indicated that he had been to this rodeo before many times. He made no move to correct his positioning which left me to readjust mine. In with light and love and out with dumb fucks.

By mid-class we were on some pretty intense stuff. While we all were in plank, this dipstick was on his feet doing something that I have never seen before. OK, not only is this rude, but it’s incredibly distracting for the actual participants. I understand that some poses may be too difficult for some, but if you can’t do something you are supposed to just lie there, quietly and wait until something comes up that you CAN do. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on my practice. “Why are you here?” I felt like asking. Instead I tried to extend my left leg out while standing upright. In with light and love and out with idiots.

As you might know, yoga poses require deep attention to breath and one has to exhale and inhale deeply to achieve the proper result. Of course, my neighbor didn’t just exhale like the other 10 people in the class, he had to expel his breath like a TB patient. Then while we were on the floor, gazing to the right, he was looking left, at me, with his Fraggle Rock mop on his head and the stench of rotten peet moss wafting in my direction. If the class wasn’t over at that point I would’ve left anyway. As everybody was still in final pose, beginning to utter the final “Namaste” I was half way through rolling up my mat and shoving it into my patchwork bag.

I bypassed the pleasantries, which I sort of regret now, and walked out into the most beautiful light I have yet seen. I’m telling you the light in Palm Springs is like no other and sometimes on the right hill, like last night, it looks as if Mr. Bob Ross himself were just here. It was at that point that I forgot what it was that I was walking away from so fast. In with light and love and out with it all.