Porn. Accidents. Porn Accidents.

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As I was leaving the chiropractor’s this morning, I wondered what all that noise behind me was. Turned out it was the motorcycle I backed into and knocked over. Rats. The owner was standing nearby and rushed over. He very kindly pretended not to notice that I had screamed like a little girl when it happened. I gave him my insurance and tried not to be too obvious about all the stuttering and drooling and stuff just because he was my idea of a very hot, silver fox, motorcycle daddy. Lawyer.

Even better, a quick googe reveals he is the in-house counsel for one of the higher priced local smut purveyors, Titan media.


San Francisco, where everyday misfortunes turn into the plot lines of gay porn.
Also cheering me up today, I found a charming little blue and white saucer at the thrift store.

Love saucers.
My favorite hydrangea is blooming.


And speaking of porn, my new favorite company Bound Gods

turns out to be part of the Kink.com empire and thus films inside the old San Francisco Armoury, aka Fort Porn.

Super Agent Fred reminds us you can take tours . I am so there. I only hope they give out samples.

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  1. Maybe you can work off your deductable by decorating porn sets . . .or porn stars. Remember to insist on appearing in the credits.

    And how does one arrange to tour Fort Porn? Inquiring minds and other things want to know.

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