Let’s see… what have I been up to? Friday night Jay and I crept around at Alameda Point to do some snooping. Later on we hooked up with John Fox and hung out in front of our studio. I love it when he visits. Evil Bay was very cold, but it was nice talking while watching the lights from the dormant battle ships nearby. I like this picture of Jay and Foxy talking… I’ll call it Foxy Aura…

Saturday Jay and I walked to a street fair, coinciding with Mother’s Day weekend, so there were a lot of crafty booths. I was so happy to find a little animal pen, with ducks, goats, and evil little boys chasing the critters around.

After that we had to go and pick up an old friend of Jay’s from the bus station. He’s staying with us for an indefinite amount of time, as he’s basically homeless. So we sat at the bus station for an hour. The bus was late, but the station has no idea why or when to expect its arrival. Hello, Greyhound! Have you people ever heard of mobile phones?

Sunday afternoon I called my mother. I didn’t get her anything… and I felt kind of guilty so I splurged on a Macy’s gift card. Now I got an email that says the item I bought at Macys.com wasn’t going out in the mail until Wednesday. What kind of service is that? I run an internet business myself, and I tell you the stuff goes out same day unless it’s backordered, which is rare. *turning my nose up* Old suits!

Sunday night we watched Hedwig and the Angry Inch with Mike and his girlfriend. They are so cute! How I wished that Jay’s old buddy wasn’t around so we could have had a playful little foursome. I’m sure some of you would say, the more the merrier, but this guy is just not my type – physically and personality-wise. I’m too damn polite to exclude anyone from a party, so if there’s one person in the group that I’d rather not share myself with in any way, no one gets any. It makes me strangely mad! My head is full of “could have been’s” but I have only myself to blame for allowing this person to get in the way of my good time. I remember Jay saying to me before his old buddy arrived, “Think of ways to use him, so that he doesn’t get in our way.” Okay… he even suggested having his buddy photograph us. But somehow I just can’t get myself to feel sexy around this guy. He smells like cigarettes and sweaty feet, and wears his shirt tucked into denim shorts and a leather belt.

Monday was typical start of the work week, and I started getting my submission together for the (overdue) application for Art @ Large‘s Summer Group Show. I had to Express Mail my submission today, so that it would make it on time for the May 15 deadline. I am such a procrastinator! Where did the time go? I guess I was really busy working on my non-adult business in April, and I’m proud to say that May’s figure$ are looking more optimistic.

Tuesday morning I had a nightmare that Jay had a botched sex change operation. I looked over at his angry inch and woke up crying. He was right next to me, quickly taking me in his arms. I told him everything while clutching at his cock, assuring myself that it was all a dream. Jay took my cue, getting harder in my hand. I took him inside me every way I could… in my mouth, my cunt and my ass… He helped me erase the horrid image of his mutilated cock from my dream and remind myself that I still have all of him… well… technically he’s had his foreskin chopped off, but what the hell! I like the helmet-like shape of his cock. Deeelicious!