As much as it pains me to say nice things about Mike South, and believe me it does, I have to say something now. A bit of background first. I

If the top adult gossips dudes had a lick of sense between them–and apparently they don’t–they’d band together and refuse to print anything about Tera Whatsherface. But natch, they’re doing

That since the guy in the photo has a camera he must be a famous photographer and since she knows two famous photographers and the guy isn’t Suze Randall, it

Since Goddess is being remiss in her duties as my stalker I am in need of a new one, so Christa from NYC, here’s your chance! Julie from Ft Lauderdale,

I leave town for a few days and entrust Goddess with this site then I come back and it looks like a fuckin teenage pajama party, new updates this weekend

Remember how I said never to piss off a Goddess? Well, you should never trust a Goddess either. I have effectively shut Mike out of his own site. He’s home,

And now a specially written poem for two dear friends who passed away last night. I call it simply “Ode to My Dead—-Really Dead—Tomato Plants”: You were inside the house

Well it seems Goddess had quite a time at my expense while I was away. Now everything in the house smells like fish and it ain’t cuz of what I

Okay, I’m very concerned. Today I heard from VideoEd: Let Mike keep fishing, your updates are better anyway! Tell Mike if he finds Sunrise Adams on a boat out there

I got this email from Mike South last night: “My Dearest Goddess, Awesome day offshore. We got out about 3PM and got back right at 8 with over 200 lbs

I’ve been very busy this morning, making a list of all the places where I want to jill off in South’s condo before I have to leave on Wednesday. Yesterday

After experiencing turbulence in the skies, and in the airport when my vibrator touched off airport security alarms, I have safely reached Atlanta. I found the key South had cleverly