Rio

it was early January, 10 years ago, when i got a phone call from Genre magazine to shoot a vacation issue in Tampa. TAMPA?

what queen in their right mind goes on vacation to TAMPA!

luckily, my dear friend michael nash was vacationing (rather getting fucked through) Rio,

so we devised a plan to make sure i got there, fast!
Genre was excited, i was thrilled, and michael was psyched.

he lined up the models,

i got the clothes,

and one week later was on the flight down.

10 hours later, i woke up on the plane, 20 minutes left...

when i got off the plane, michael picked me up, and without hessitation

dropped me off with $40. to a bath house, and told me he'd pick me up in 5 hours.

5 hours later, a stretched mouth and, whatever later,

he picked me up and we started shooting the next morning.

we had incredible models, the location couldn't be more amazing, and the weather was unreal.

we shot for 3 days, and then i stayed for 7 more, since it was my birthday and i was celebrating my 35th that week.

2 romances later,

i returned to nyc, in pain, achy, numb, and dillusional.

ghonnoria, food and sun poisioning and crabs later, plus a shot in the ass for syphalis,

i walked out of my doctors and to bed for 4 days.

AH, Rio.

i love it!