Went out last night with one of my only gay buddies here in LA, Sonyl.
He's been house/dog-sitting for his bosses who run a gay porn empire. (He himself works as their website designer, apparently it's a really fun environment to work in).
Before hitting up Micky's we stopped by the swanky West Hollywood penthouse where he's staying, walked the three little pugs, and then went out for some dancing fun.
**Sidenote: Madonna's new song "Sorry" is AMAZING and I can't stop listening to it.
After Micky's we drove up to the Hollywood hills to Sonyl's other boss's house. It was large, beautiful, and from just looking at it and walking around inside you would never suspect that it was the home of a porn king and his live-in pornstar boyfriend. There were no trashy magazines or sex toys or anything like that lying around. Just architecture books, pictures of random kids, dogs, and unopened mailers from Adelphia, Details, etc.
I thought that was neat.
No pictures. Sorry.
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