one of my new year's resolutions [yea, making some this year.. ] is to make it easier for people to keep in contact with me.

i had extensive problems with my pleasureiseasy.info mail server and ended up just switching to google. this happened a super long time ago. some of you have been long aware of the change. to everyone else, sorry for not saying anything til now. shit/life happened. i can be reached at pleasureiseasy at gmail and i believe i have now updated the email address at pretty much all the pages on this site.

i also spent an enormous amount of time deleting out spam comments tonight to make the site actually run correctly, which it hadn't for over a year. site had 800,000 comments and only 289 of them were real. gonna work on embedding authentication of some kind. if anyone has any suggestions re embedding authentication, would be much appreciated.

to clean pleasureiseasy there were certain entries i had to completely delete because they had like 7,000 comments apiece and movable type couldn't load the individual entry files without crashing. will repost those images that were too popular for their own good :p.

so, be well. i am working on stuff that should hopefully take me to Paris this summer. more details to follow. for now :x

photo: not me. hustler from one of Dennis' monthly escort days.

when someone looks at one of my drawings and can tell who i drew. except for when it's me, and maybe when it's Steven. you would think i would find my own art more representational than i do. i hardly ever think my figures look like anybody.

edition on purpose 0002 is taking a really long time. this is what i have so far. i think it is maybe going to be called Bring Me the Boy's Stash.

i'm using Rapidograph pens w/black ink on 11x14" paper. it's a larger format than i'm used to working with and the pens also let me draw with greater precision than i'm accustomed to.

the figure looks like Steven.

the very beginning -->

there will always be millions of people who wonder

you can be the one who knows

i promise.

every time i feel a sensation or emotion that i can articulate precisely, whether it takes me a long time or a short time to do it, i ask myself;

1- do my people make art for that?
2- do my people make goods for that?
3- are they the same thing?

i am too young to know entirely who 'my people' are, but i've definitely encountered a few of them. love to the ones who, living or dead or not yet born, whether we've ever met or not; the ones, who, absolutely doubtless: know who they are.

softcover
Editions On Purpose

Saint Plus
alwaysmore

The 2000s Are The Oughts

there's still time

infinite loop: specifically -->

Beautified

Compelled To Revisit Disaster Sites

I'm American But Not In That Way

You Are Repeatedly Stating The Obvious

Well She Did

Wishing

Not Half As Portable As You Evidently Think

I Don't See Why Not

What Was The Drug They Named After The Event You Curated?

all other entries are in the directory. some questions are answered at return the ring.