For a while now I’ve been somewhat obsessed with the idea of entering a three-way relationship. Not a threesome, mind you—this is more than just sex. I’m talking about an intimate, functioning relationship occurring between three people. Let’s face it… … Continue reading
R.I.P. Squallyoks 3 For once I’m extremely glad not to be in London, dealing with all the psychotic bullshit that goes along with being a member of Squallyoaks. Why, you ask? Well… In the three weeks since I’ve been back … Continue reading
The first time I met Bunny he had a seizure. Well, he pretended to have a seizure, but I wasn’t aware of this at the time. We were both on acid. Blissed-out, we were listening to records in my … Continue reading
My first ever sexy urge came when I was just eight years old, the moment I laid eyes on Colin, the wheelchair kid out of The Secret Garden. I didn’t know what sex was exactly, but the instant I saw … Continue reading
I’m suffering from a bad case of writers block. Well, perhaps my case would be better defined as a lack of immediate inspiration. Back in Squallyoaks I was constantly stimulated, forever surrounded by a flock of rousing young souls—hookers, shitheads, … Continue reading
