If you are in Chicago, check out the exclusive line of cards at the NYC Leatherman at their booth and then afterwards in their shop back in the Big Apple!

Images left to right: Smoke ‘Em If You Got ‘Em, Pucker, In The Sling, and Hog-tied

Today was a productive day. I woke at 9 am, enjoyed some tea and breakfast, put on dirty jeans, thick socks, workboots, and a grubby t-shirt with an equally grimy looking workman on it and set out on my day. For the last 3 years, bits and bobs of large pieces of metal have sat on the side of my garage preventing any sort of progress on the yard. So I commandeered my boss’ truck, as he’s on holiday in Italy, and loaded it up and went to the dump with junk in my trunk.

The dump is a strange place. It’s up by Miramar Airforce Base, where some want to build an airport, yet nobody wants it up there, yet they’ll allow a landfill. Big rumbling trucks and long lingering glances from the men in those trucks made the trip really fun for me. There’s something very exciting about the testosterone in the air that make driving a big truck all that more entertaining. I’d grin a half smile and nod when I caught a particular hottie staring a bit too long. I kept imagining thickening dicks inside dirty Levi’s jeans and weatherbeaten and unshaven faces mashed up together as one presses the other into the hot grill of the sputtering dump truck. I see new pieces on the horizon.

After unleashing my load of metal junk, I made a short trip over to where the city gives away wood chips for free and loaded up the truck with the stuff. More big boys in big trucks all giving each other the once over. It’s all so strangely cruisey and totally would make for a great backdrop to a porn, especially with all the manly men knocking around.

I got my truck bed filled with a cubic yard of wood chips and gleefully drove back to my house where I plan on dumping the contents all over the front yard after I plant some plants and put in the watering system.

I’ll be finishing up greeting cards and shipping them off to Chicago for IML and I’ve finalized the 12 pieces I’ll be taking up with me to Los Angeles on Monday for the Toonfetish show on June 8th.

I’ve been invited to go out to the S.D. Eagle in full rubber and knock back a few beers on Saturday night by some local rubber pigs. Sounds like a full weekend.

So… Is it available in neoprene or latex and can I have it crotchless?

I’ve always thought the concept of the villain-turned-hero, Venom, of the Spiderman comics to be rather horny. Imagine, an alien life form similar to living latex comes down and attaches itself to your body, making you stronger and more powerful, enveloping you in a second skin? I’ve got a boner just thinking about it.

You can’t even get this kind of kinky at IML!

Speaking of which, I’m unveiling a line of greeting cards exclusively for the Leatherman NYC! They’ll be available first at the big leathery blow out and then at their shop in New York City. It’s a departure for me, as it’s leather-centric and I’m a rubber guy all the way, but also the color palette is very muted and similar for a cohesive feel. My usual color palette is bold, bright, cheery if somewhat grungy as is my subject matter. The leather pieces are rather… serious and sultry. I borrowed style cues and the same idea with color palette from Go Mishima’s stark work – an excellent erotic illustrator from Japan.

I won’t be unveiling them even on my site, so you’ll have to wait until IML is over with. Sorry folks! I’ll just have to keep some mystery about myself.

In the meantime, I’ve got a show to plan for, a comic to ink in for some friend’s excellent indy comic book, and some scooter patches to finalize.

It’s taken me days to chill out just a bit so I can form sentences that convey the amount of anger I feel towards those who are supposed to “protect and serve” this nation.

Why is it that when people put on a badge and a uniform, they become sadistic stormtroopers out for blood? I know some guys find uniforms a turn on, and I’d have to agree, but that stops dead at cops. I hate the police. I don’t trust them, I don’t like them, I don’t respect them.

And why should I? From personal experience in being pulled over by the police and attending political protests, at the first sign of trouble they reach for their weapons – and we all really know what that’s a penis substitute – I only carry the utmost contempt for these self-important bastards.

Common sense should tell a policeman that if he was getting rocks thrown at him, he would root out the problem people in the crowd, escort them off and let the march carry on in the peaceful manner it had maintained for it’s duration. Well, that wasn’t the case on May Day Immigration March where women, children, the elderly, food vendors, television reporters and radio reporters where fired upon with rubber bullets, beaten with batons, kicked, thrown to the ground, bruised, and bones broken. I’m just sickened by the footage, all caught on television camera, that is out there on the net and on my TV.

There’s going to be some sort of investigation into the use of violence against those who did absolutely nothing to get this sort of extreme treatment. I’m not going to hold my breath waiting for those responsible to be punished and thrown off the force – after all we are talking about L.A. cops.

When I’m in Hollywood in June for the Toonfetish show, I’ll be sure to behave, as I don’t want to have my ribs cracked while I’m kissing asphalt for turning right on a red light.

Just when I can’t think of a worse way to be embarrassed to be American, some dumb group of dillholes make explaining anything to my overseas friends an impossibility.

These riot police should all wear big white numbers on the front and back of their uniforms so we can identify them later should problems arise. If I were the chief of police or the mayor of Los Angeles, I’d be demanding the resignation of some of the key people who decided thuggery in a mob scale was exceptable behavior for people voicing their right to free speech.

Of course, they’d just go off and join the ranks of the racist Minutemen. ‘Splain to me why they are even allowed to exist again?