`The door of my flat is opened by a bird in T-shirt and pants. I'd forgotten about her'
Sunday April 18, 1999
I'm staring at a door. It is my door. The door to my new flat. It is grey, metallic, stylish and industrial. The flat is a loft. There is much glass in its complex fenestrations. Some of it is made from hemp. Not too long ago, before the conversion, it clanged with machines that conveniently masked the sweaty weeping of slaves. Ah who knows, they probably loved it. I'm rambling...

Yorkie

I thought this would be a good place to archive some classic satire.Here goes...

`I would light up Gitanes. She would beg for horizontal Baudrillard in a sand dune'

Sunday April 11, 1999
I'm drinking in the pub with Bridget. Moderately. I need my wits because I'm trying to explain something tricky. If I get it wrong, Bridget may end up a less good friend because I will appear to be telling her that a woman is no more important than a can of diesel.
I want...

Yorkie

I'm new to this blog business so I don't know how much I'll use this feature.
Today is my first LPSG anniversary.Exactly one year ago today I nervously unzipped and took my first ever cock photos.I didn't know what to expect,I wasn't sure I'd even be noticed amongst the thousands of others on display but I got some favourable reactions so I continued.
WildHoney joined 3 days before me so she was one of the good reasons I had to keep returning here! I wonder if we're officialy classified...

Yorkie