Photo of us on NylonMag.com reading Nylon at a Nylon party. So meta it hurts.

Fitting into a photobooth with my 6 feet dream team. My progeny, Chris Reed, my pet, Charlie, and my prince, Gera.

BABES BABES BABES.
I know, life’s not always fair.

I will love you always.
Downtown LA has lost its sweetheart.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
I miss you so devastatingly.
I love you, Richard.

Be better, wee ginger.

We drank all we could, no problem.

Leanne Hebert-Nguyen – 22 years old and the most effervescent restaurateur in East Village. We’re so proud of you, our gorgeous girl! This is your year.

Laurel, Ioana, and Kelly.

Chef Curtis Brown donning a different hat.

I know, right? Every single bite will having you exhaling ‘oh. my. god.’

Best fried chicken you’ll ever have in your entire life. Real talk.

Obviously, we drank in moderation.

Dream girl.

Dunzo.

Now your turn.

Oscar

This is my “But, Moooooom I don’t wanna go to school” look.

Fine, ok… we’ll go sunbathing, I guess.

Alright, alright, view’s not so bad.

Nothing to see here, not much else to do with just a coupla girls, a pool, and a camera.

Hi suckers.

Blinded by the November sun. I know, boohoo, right?

No fun at all.

ROUGH LIFE.

Happy Monday to you, too!

Went to Noe Valley for brunch at Chloe’s Cafe to catch up with Randy.

Hoping he could hook us up with some total babes, being one himself.

Big hunks, please.

Instead he just went about being babely in his own right, dazzling my friends with his nifty little Square. Oh yea we ate some pretty good food, too. Croissant French toast smothered in strawberries, omelettes with avocado and Jarlsberg cheese, four sides of bacon, and pumpkin spice pancakes. Mmmm before…

‘n after photes.

Then we wandered around the city hoping to catch someone to share our temporarily happy ever afters.

Figured the Mission was the place to go to find some pretty (dirty fuckin’ hipster) babies. Occupy Soup!

He’s gotta love books

and bj’s.

Be curious.

Be the best.

Book a room for two with the lovebird special.
(P.S. wouldn’t mind holing up with Jeff Canham, whose ‘For The Birds’ exhibit this is from. Like OMG what a babe.)

Be SMRT. I love these.

But alas, we had no luck finding these hunks. Guess we’re not parking our asses here in NorCal anytime soon.

- Women, Charles Bukowski

I think I’ve settled on a name for this series. I’m going to call it

Darling you

And that’s all I have to say about this photo.

Little lady bird, Emma.

We wanted brunch and beautiful men. Where else would you go but the gaybourhood?
The food and the patio view at Fire on the East Side was heavenly.

Though, I think these two were already gonna lead me straight there. Trudy Patootie and Candy baby.

Smoked salmon benedict. They serve you banana bread to begin with, and what makes this benedict so scrumptious is the corn bread it’s lain on instead of a crusty English muffin.

Stuffed french toast with cheescake and berry filling. Sausages on the side.

Took the ferry to see the island and show these one and a half American girls what Canada looks like by the water.

This is how we rock it in the T-dot.

Went exploring and sighing at all the charming little island cottages and hiked on a nature trail. Much needed break from all the chaos.

Made us tired and hungwee. Which was juuuuuust right cuz it was my annual Orphans’ Thanksgiving Dinner night!!

Passing on the tradition of turkey dinner at Sneaky Dee’s that I’ve had for the past 5 Thanksgivings!

At first they thought it was just some bullshit grimey dive bar until they finally tasted the meat, tater, and gravy feast.

Way better than their aunt so-n-so’s, I hear.

Also, snickers pie.

So yea, thank you, thank you, and thank you, too!

Bouquet of flowers sent to my office from Masha all the way in Toronto! Lovers you forever.

My new whiz kid assistant brought me a red velvet cupcake with a champagne bottle candle. So adorable.

I once read somewhere that it’s important to travel on your birthday. I think you’re supposed to go to some crazy different time zone to change the course of your life or some shit but I couldn’t go that far. Instead, I went on a spontaneous birthday adventure into the desert with Destinee, my lesbian lover for the day.

Ace Hotel in Palm Springs. We were made fun of on the ride over for going to hipster’s paradise.

Can you blame us?

Had our own private little patio.

It said MAKE FIRE and so we did.

Diner dinner

I got my very own one*Z from Destinee. It happened to be Palm Springs gay pride week so we got so many omgcutejumpsuitswheredyugetits. Figured it was the perfect time for us to get away with wearing matching adult onesies around town.

Elephant in the room.

Red velvet cupcake #2! I was like “My favourite!” and she said “Yes, I know, I read your blog.” See guys? There’s a good reason for everyone to keep a blog. So people know your favourite things and them GIVE THEM TO YOU.

I LIKE YOU!

Midnight dip time

Pool for just us two and the stars. Perfect.