Insider tidbits about my memoir Anything But a Wasted Life First photo (credit: Linda models: anonymous) this is the old “private room” at Mitchell Brothers O’Farrell Theatre - it no longer exists. We did private toy shows while guys jacked off (cleaned by the techs after each guy), where Linda stood to take this picture—on the other side of a short plexiglas wall. I don’t name him in my book, but fuckit, this is where John Cusack pulled his huge cock out and came while looki

Quote of the night: ‘There’s a ten if you make me nut.’ What I love about this statement is its absolute absurdity and the cojones it...

I just danced for a pretty cool guy. And he had money to boot! He owns real estate in Los Angeles, San Francisco, and New York, which is...

When I was a freshman and sophomore in high school I’d go to bars to drink, play pool, and find guys. Bars didn’t card so heavy back then, you know, when life was better and we were treated like human beings. I met a thirty-year-old in a park once and took him to the apartment that my mom and I shared. She was often out of town for work, which gave me free reign. My friend’s parents soon learned that a night at my house often ended up with blue hair (keep in mind that in 1984

The nastiest incident from that club happened one weekend night while I was in the “genie bottle.” An unsuspecting, average-looking dude...

Valentine’s Day at The Bare Elegance. Shit, I’m tired. When are we closing? The last thing in the world I want to do right now is flirt...

My first serious relationship after I got sober was with a man named Ed. I met him at a meeting in San Rafael. Ed was only twenty-three...

..on the toilet seat! I hate when women come into the club (or any public bathroom) and pee all over the toilet seat. Do you understand...

Instead, I've perfected dysfunctional relationships with men. In fact, it's how I pay the bills. Insert that whau whau sound, the one...