Barb & Terri Rule is HERE!
Well, it took us a while, but after much discussion and planning and writing and singing and recording and illustrating and filming and editing, Terri and I have finally released our first webisode of Barb &
Beauties and Beasts at MoPA
It was Rosa who suggested we check out the show. At first I was hesitant: I hadn’t been to MoPA in years, and the last few shows I’d seen had been all about the history of
Tales from the Vineyard Part 3: Finally, a bit of vacation
After we returned home from the island, a few friends and family members joked that we probably needed a “vacation from our vacation.” To which I said, in a serious tone, “That was not a vacation.” Sure,
Tales from the Vineyard Part 2: Exhibition Night
If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, what sort of demon are you? Because no human I know could overcome the call of chronology. Demon or not, I’m glad you’re here. Because with all the bright lights
Tales from the Vineyard Part 1: The Film Premiere
This story begins long before we arrived on the island of Martha’s Vineyard for the world premiere of our latest film, a documentary about artist Heather Neill. Here’s the short version: Ten years ago, for my
David and Barbarella Join TAO
I know, I know, it’s been forever! Why don’t you call, you wonder. Where have you been, you ask. If you happen to be on Facebook, you already know bits and pieces, but regardless, I’m here
Sweeter, funnier and kinkier than Fifty Shades of Grey
For anyone in a tizzy over the innocuous and mentally challenged Fifty Shades, allow me to direct your attention to older films that are both sweeter, funnier, and most certainly kinkier than that fan-fiction mommy porn. Personal Services (England,
My Lips on San Diego Living!
I had a blast as a guest on San Diego Living this week. Before I get to the behind the scenes stuff, first, check out the scene itself, which is ME ON LIVE TV. During this
Update from the Island
Relaxation is serious business. I know, because it’s some of the hardest work I’ve ever had to do, and I’m all about hard work (the mental kind, of course, I don’t like to get my hands dirty).
My ten-year high-school reunion was much like a paper cut: I wondered how it had come to be, I suffered through the discomfort, and, once it was over, I was quick to forget it. David, at