I confess to a sexxxy encounter in the thunderstorm last night, wet hair, sticky clothes and scintillating conversation with a charming gentleman. I love this city!

I am trying to insert my brain into a paper cup of coffee while perched in a window seat of a Harlem joint this morning, not really wanting to do the whole biz of packaging self home via a large metal bird with luggage in tow...can't I just dawdle and admire the architecture of this city some more? No, I have a multi-hour appt. waiting at home in LA, and there is no rest for the wicked.

FYI  I never went to Long Island, despite all the hoopla, nary one appt., I am not complaining, just observing a phenomenon. I will put it on the calendar *again*  when I come back, but seriously, don't be afraid L.I. boys, I don't bite, well just little love nibbles...Once agin, thank you to all my friends here, and to those I haven't met, may your all your landing strips be smooth, and your bushes succulent.

you sound so,so,damn I'm speechless.I'm just totally captivated and intrigued by your writing,photos,and persona....not to mention your work ethic...what a friggin' schedule you have posted on your site........Next time your back this way.....

Nothing beats rock hard except the lonely.