I have found that the people here, by and large, don't preface their wiftiness with disclaimers and cautionary statements like, "I know this is going to sound really woo-woo, but..." Noooo, they charge right in with, "So, I was meditating and I saw this blue star descend from the heavens and right before my closed eyes it turned into a cow." Somehow, I find this to be inexplicably charming. Earlier today, I got to hang out at Eros, where I chatted with one cute massage therapist while snuggling on the couch with yet another cute massage therapist and his porn producer boyfriend. I got to hear all about the cute punk boy who had come in earlier in the day to buy the very first sold-at-Eros copy of the aforementioned producer's debut DVD -- Cubbyholes: Trans Men In Action by Trannywood Pictures. I can't wait to see it! Hurray for sex-positive trans-friendly guy-on-guy safer sex porn! Psst... tip for SF locals: There's a small price break on the Cubbyholes DVD if you buy it at Eros. Plus, there's eye candy there -- if I hadn't been assured otherwise by one of the owners, I would swear that they only hire the cutest boys to work there. Personal to : Operation Retrieve Christmas Present was a blazing success. I had fantastic shopping support for the mission, and I got cruised on my way there, yay! (Although Ken had to point it out, because I was too busy cooing at the guy's dog.) Wish I could twirl and model the suspenders for you right now, cuteness. Thank you, and you rock. Also, I was thinking of you this weekend every time I put that fabulous green Nalgene bottle to my lips. How much more fucking romantic can a gift get?