Driving to LA today I was informed of an impromptu photo shoot this Friday at the home of my bosses in PS. Isn’t that nice? I figured since Chi Chi, Tyler Riggs and I would be there it might be a good opportunity. As I hung the phone up I was taken back to Sunday evening after my scene with Benjamin Bradley. I was feeling a little rebellious. It was probably because I had to shave clean faced and wear a tie.

I have a tendency after a shoot or scene to stop shaving and wear the same shirt for three days until it crawls off of me. It’s just my reaction to adhering to the rules of the job. Anyhow, I decided that a small alteration to my hair would be satisfying. I had the make up artist shave zig zags in the back of my head. Before the clippers were plugged in he asked “You’re done right? They don’t need you for anything anymore right?” “NAH! I’m done, go ahead, do it.” So we did and they look HOT! I hope that they shoot me from the front on Friday.

A long time ago someone said to me some choice words that I try to abide by in life and don’t always succeed. Procrastination is like Masturbation: Either Way You End Up Fucking Yourself. HOT! Now I tell you this because I am about to race my ass to Coffee Bean and write my article for InNewsWeekly due Sat. I got the assignment in Feb. I have thought about it every day since, but have done nothing further than a couple rough outlines at the gym. Had I listened to that amusing bit of wisdom my drive would have been spent listening to some Rob Zombie. Instead it was spent “practicing” my article. I am now a bit nervous. I am getting better at knowing what I have to do, it’s making the time for it that’s the issue. I remember saying to myself so many times lately, “Oh, that isn’t until then and that won’t be due till then”….well now is then and 1000 words are due by Sat. Seeing that this is the only night I have to myself those creative juices better be flowing by the time I get off the 101.

Has time ever gone by so quickly that you forgot you were part of the universe? After my return from the vacation of lust and cold in SF it was back to real life. Me saying real life is more or less like a game of Candyland. I have the White Party this weekend with two of my friends coming in from Boston. I have a 1 br place and it will be very tight quarters. Mike had a bf at the time these plans were formulated and I learned tonight that they are kaput.

Unfortunately, so was Mike’s spot in the condo. One of the reasons Mike and I got on so well when we dated was because he was a gypsy much like myself. He traveled lightly and required little more than his van to get by. That’s good because that is where he will spending most of the weekend. That is unless he gets lucky. Looking at this picture my Mom took of us the day we were videotaped (Archive March) Mike will probably end up at the Parker*.

After the White Party it’s off to SF for some R&R before the trek cross country to begin my new chapter in Boston. Feeling my time here in CA come to an end is bittersweet. Moving is stressfull as hell - it has always been for me. I have moved and lived all over the coasts and whether I was packing my back or doing the U Haul truck, it’s always the same gut feeling of tension. I’ve only been home two days and tomorrow I’m returning to LA in the AM to hang with Boy Wonder, crash at his pad and pick up the Boston boys up from LAX at first light. I can hardly wait.

* The Parker is the nicest resort and spa in Palm Springs. Condé Nast Traveller named it the fifth best spa in the world. OK?!

Being a Rascal exclusive for 3 years now and doing many, many, many pictures has led to a problem. Greg and I cannot do any more pictures of me in jeans and a wife beater, WE’RE OVER IT. Today we had the oppurtunity to get a little artsy on their ass. I have this awesome Journey shirt circa 1972, it’s so thin that it can barely be breathed on. We used that with some funky red and blue light to make a set that is far from the ole toilet black wall routine. It looked more like a roller rink. It’s so much fun to dress up and pose differently than the usual series of ass out shots, making me look like I am suffering from a severe case of constipation. This is what I enjoy doing. So does Greg. I am looking forward to seeing the results.

This particular shoot had a different component. Boy Wonder. We’ve shared beds, cosmos and he has seen my cock more times than I have. But I must say, it was very strange at first to have him standing in the doorway while I was at full mast stroking the pole. After about 5 minutes I loosened up and relaxed. This is my job for Pete’s sake! Part of why I can do what I do is that I can be naked in every state in front of anybody. Being my biz partner should only serve to make it easier. After about 20 minutes into it I completely forgot to be uneasy.

I met his beau later and we all watched Brokeback Mountain. Good movie, but Crash is still the winner in my opinion. That first sex scene is going to serve as serious masturbation material for a while let me tell you! I must also applaud them on the way they portrayed the affection and kissing between the boys. There was a lot grabbing the back of the neck in that Grandfatherly way that is so strong, secure and reassuring. I am feeling a little warm right now… so… ummmmm… afterwards I visited with photographer extraordinaire, Mr. Thompson. We went to a couple little WeHo bars together. He’s great company, very real and easy to talk with. Spending so much time in this town, I have found good people to be a rare find.

My scene tomorrow is in the valley with Benjamin Bradley, our new exclusive. We haven’t worked together yet and I am looking forward to playing with that butt and getting to know him a little better. I am also being directed by my discoverer and ex-bf, Doug Jefferies. Plus, our usual camera guy, Steven is out of town so we have a sub. The entire crew is new to me. I guess a good actor, or a good porn actor can get it up in front of anybody at any time!!! Snap! Snap!