A Little Tour of My BOO-DWAHR...updated 0400 PT...

Here is where the magic happens! (Also, what dude wouldn't want to make out with me in this room?)

...UPDATED DOWN POST 0400 PACIFIC TIME 23-9-2017...

First, me (with dog)... KISSY FACE!

Shelves lined with books and activities. AND PORN! (Please note the floating lapidary display I'm working on for Joyce at the local museum, on the desk)...

Closet full of clothes, a bit of color accentuating it (Eric, your old football jerseys have been washed for that thing you're doing down in Ventura, hanging on my side with the clean stuff)...

Dubious art collection, cork board, iconography, full bed with luxe 400-thread count sheets...

Detail by door: an old strega trick to combat some Ecuadorian brujeria from you-know-where and you-know-who...

SOON TO BE PICTURED: MY NIGHTSTAND...

...AND HERE'S THE UPDATE as of 0400 BEALE/VANDENBERG:

My sexy nightstand, with all I need except lube (ooh-rah!), which is on the desk...

My own, personal Shark vacuum, which I use to detail the car, as well as my new-to-me Chinese wicker picnic basket -- good for outings to a park, say, in Alameda (hint, hint, somebody with a high-and-tight...)

And my sexy pedicure... SO INTIMATE, Y'ALL!

...update out...

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Welcome to a typical shopping/cleaning day:

Having some homemade limeade, making a shopping list...

While making (in my $10 Walmart Crock Pot - for realz!) chicken noodle soup left over from half a rotisserie chicken; even the bones went into it, and got soft for dog treats or people treats; I gave the next door neighbor a bowl for his health on his 90th birthday...

...And contented myself with a Hindoo lunch: saffron rice gussied up with shallots (and saffron's expensive, Mr. Turmeric!); fresh spinach; walnuts, jack-colby and mozzarella; and a glass of half-and-half...

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Nat'l Security cry for help, courtesy of  CONSCIENTIOUS CITIZEN W. E., who photographed these in - REALLY - Willows/Orland/Ukiah California -- WHO CAN HONESTLY TELL, IN TODAY'S KIM JONG UN AMERICA???

Remember: if you see something, SAY SOMETHING HELLA FUCKED UP -- loose lips sink ships, so make sure yours are sucking dick or eating pussy after hitting the glass dick!

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My lip gloss is cool... My lip gloss is poppin'...

Whatchu know 'bout me? Whatchu know 'bout me?

请帮助房屋翻新费用！谢谢！

家の改修費用を手伝ってください！

Onegai shimasu...

One Thing Leads To Another, And Before You Know It...

To Leah Thomas and the nasties at Jerry's in San Pablo....

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And please help the Way family with our housing situation...

Wouldn't It Be Great If One Could Just Shut Me Down With Accusations of Meth-induced Paranoia?

Weird stuff still going on: AT&T cell calling 911 answered by who? Federal law enforcement?

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Mom's been fucking with the freezers, ruined all of her ice cream last week; cubed chuck gone and replaced by OLD top sirloin from a store we've never been to (but I turned it into a nice meal anyway...); somebody still eating up my cell minutes; I think my brother and others are spying on the car via Onstar; somebody still stealing mail; Walmart has yet to compensate me adequately for bad meat...

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I don't know who's giving lil ol' me grief: NSA? CIA? FBI?

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Weirdness still going on at SF Zuckerberg General's Ward 86 (HIV) clinic; I go back on the 23rd for psychiatry. Must rejigger my medication regimen...

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Matt Damon on The New World Order

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Almost a Mea Culpa, and Kicky Photos of 95979 Weeds

So of course I've made a total fool out of myself, rushing to disclose what among my circle of friends was probably common knowledge anyway, just because the SF Department of Public Health's "remote medical record checking for the Muppet Babies and us" is rather janky.... Just too much dark stuff has happened in too recent a time....

Basically, I had only to read the FAQ (coded in Comic Sans, natch) to know that HIV status and numbers, and other love bug info from one's blood work -- that stuff is not available except through face-to-face with one's provider (a real departure from the old, much-missed MyHero portal.)

I'm sure Val thinks that's hilarious.... But what's the point of providing Ward 86 patients with accounts (mine was first introduced to me last year, and no special mention that HIV or other STD info would not be available through the portal)? (Also, how long will General's Building 80 host the AIDSY, the undocumented, and those whining their best Chloe Webb-at-the-end-of-SID AND NANCY impressions downstairs, as well as Urgent Care on the first floor? Not much longer, I'm sure -- not with Zuckerberg's name on everything.)

Of course, the readers I really care about are the ones who can probably rest easy knowing my viral load remains undetectable, and my CD4 count is fantastic (and since we divulged -- don't you love my blood work? Pretty healthy, n'est pas?)

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With that big lede out of the way, I now bring you lovely pics of this weekend's weeds and volunteers:

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Still a catch (ever swing it my way, Boom? Or maybe Trueluck's still out there, sexy and stuff... I tell you, guys love my Claude Rains impression -- it totally gets them hard! Hard in the penis region!

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And keep an eye out for me on Patreon -- I told them my focus is on photography, but there's lots of creative stuff I do, and I'd love to synergize... Maybe with a fractureme.com "store"? (Thanks for the inspiration in re fractureme, "Bernie"... Hearts!)

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瓜田李下

I know that Dr. Havlir said my December numbers looked as good as ever, and that the (EXPENSIVE, GURL!) Atripla appears to be working (she has a few times suggested switching up meds, but that it was unnecessary, and that if I was partial to the Sustiva in the Atripla -- particularly the vivid dreams, which I like -- she saw no reason to change...) Nevertheless, this shit DOES look awfully weird:

Maybe I just have a hard time navigating the MySFHealth portal? I don't know, but I can't seem to find any record of my HIV numbers.... VERY ODD.

(BTW, June 5th will be HIV Long-term Survivors Day, I've heard tell... Good luck, all!)

UPDATE: If you didn't know, now you know:

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San Francisco Yesterday

Fuck 4/20 anally with a broken glass bong. The City could not have been more of a headache, yet I know it was all in my head... I live only three hours away by car, but I could move back in a second...

A city worth seeing, international readers (yesterday's cheap eats -- cheap and good -- happened to be Cassava on Balboa (near 35th Avenue, South side of the street); probably no waiting for a weekday lunch, fyi...)

Mildly vertiginous @ Polk. (Ah, the storied and scandalous Fox Plaza, to the left; I lived there for almost a year in 2007 with Linda Hayes. The studio units are lovely, with laundry in them. Back in the day, it was THE Tweaker spot, home to many long-passed luminaries and other hot messes...)

That seagull is eyeballin' me at the UN Plaza fountain...

On a clear day, you can see forever. Or live in your own little world -- whatevs...

All up in The Ls, my niggas...

Hot freakshow on the 9... 

Into the forest from Fulton, somewhere in the 20s...

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Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down (Laughing Our Asses Off)

"So there I was, watching HOT FOR TRUANCY OFFICER II: GIVING IT UP FOR LENT -- basically, minding my own business -- when all the sudden it hit me...

"I didn't know that Rihanna's 5'8. She always looks so petite on the screen, so compact, so cute. You know: J. Lo-small (not that five and a nickel is anything to sniff at, especially when you're talking an original Fly Girl, but I digress...) 5'8"? Well, that's a rather substantial young woman. Could probably hold her own against any normal guy. Not, you know, Chris Brown though (and, dude, he's so fucked up -- twisted.) But that's okay, if I know Ms. Fenty, she'll get a rematch -- she'll lick him yet... Oh, she already has? Man, I can never keep up with what comes out of New York.

"Where was I? Oh, yeah, the reason the baby boomers were laughing so raw that one time... Yeah, I guess now you know. I figure they're doing it out of love or some such. They figure your lot deserves worse than a little setback in your war on drugs; it'll toughen you up, like. Now, I can't help you with bail, but if you're stupid enough to make your one phone call from the hoosegow to me, at least I can afford the minutes on my flip phone...

"By the way, do they still snicker all evil when they hose you down in central booking these days? No, bitch, I know Frank N. is dead. I just had to ask...

"Well, okay. But I'll bet you one thing, buster, you'll be more careful about that methamphetamine from now on, huh? Oh, don't talk to me about my inappropriate Mary Hartman references -- you're the one facing a judge next week..."

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URGENT: Still blegging for much-needed house upgrade and repair $$ (Gofundme) -- Spring's almost here (it'll dry out real soon.) We must revamp the digs. Current estimate and goal is in the 9K range -- fingers crossed that it won't turn out to be more. Donations or furtive correspondence may be snail-mailed to WILLIAM R WAY BOX 206 STONYFORD CA 95979. Yippie-kai-yay, mother-- SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

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URGENT House Renovation Campaign - Gofundme...

...Or donations can be mailed to:  PO BOX 206 STONYFORD CA 95979