Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

WHAT SORT OF MAN READS PACO CAMINO?

He’s the only straight rock star on the planet that could possibly pull off wearing a silver rainbow firebird jacket with matching leather pants (tied together by a studded black belt borrowed from Rob Halford no less). Some might say he’s like Smokey and The Bandit crossed with The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Still, some dopes on acid may blindly argue he’s a young Charles Manson starring in an off-Broadway roller skating version of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. Which is really confusing. Uh, we’re getting off track here. The Paco Camino Man—sure his wardrobe is Doug Henning meets Mork from Ork, but if he had a dollar for every time a smoking hot chick wearing a leather bra wanted to fuck his brains out, he could open a bowling alley/video arcade/coffee emporium without having to lobby for municipal funding.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Decadent Smut: Swinging Both Ways/Nymphs at Play, 1979

A well-loved Beeline novel barely alive.