These guys are like the masters of  Magic Eye…

New York City, that is.

“What should we do, Danimal?”, DangeRuss asked in a coy fashion.

“Let’s call the chariot, shall we?” replies Danimal

And off they went, to a land far, far, $15 away, called the Upper West Side, to a lovely roof top lounge at the Empire Hotel.  Fashion designer Rubin Singer was celebrating his 30th Birthday, as seen below with one of his muses, the effervescent Lauren.

DJ Lina was serving hot beats, old school classics, like a DangeRuss fave, Supernature by Cerrone, while a bartender from hell served attitude and bad fashion behind the bar.

Next, we boarded our chariot, back down to our town, downtown.  We were headed to the opening of DTOX, a new “mod-ish” lounge in the East Village.  Seen were Danimal and DangeRuss of course, Mr. Patrick Duffy, Juan Skinner, and several other nameless hot messes.  The bar was open, and Grey Goose, Jack Daniels, and various other poisons flowed freely.  (Our heads were proof the next day that it wasn’t a dream…)

DangeRuss lost track of Danimal at DTOX, and headed over to Eastern Bloc to visit some friends.  On the scene, One Half Nelson, and some little cute pixie that unfortunately, shall remain nameless due to the aforementioned open bar.

Heading over to Pangea on 2nd Avenue hunting for a (probably rabid) Danimal, DangeRuss found him reading someone for filth on the terrace about why red paint on the bottom of cheap shoes doesn’t make them Louboutin’s.  He didn’t seem to mind the hot queen by his side though.

And so concludes another night in Manhattan, courtesy of DangeRuss and Danimal.  Be on the lookout!  You never know when we’ll be on the loose!

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Le Veux Te Voir

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Thoughts?

You’re 10. The rapidly growing internet has now completely taken over your life. You know that you can go to anything.com and you will find (almost always) exactly what you are looking for. One summer day you and your friend Max decide to type in your names followed by a ‘.com’

You go to max.com first and you both laugh because you’ve stumbled upon the website of a company that makes filtering software for home internet use. 

“My turn!” you get excited wondering what yourname.com will be. A Polish car company? An up and coming rock band? The sequel to Pac-man? 

The page loads and your eyes widen…

…your name means: VAGINA

Upon entering the site, the first page reads:

“yoni is the most utterly feminine part of woman, mysterious and hidden, soft, receptive and embracing. In the ancient languages the word for yoni also means ’sacred place’.”

That day I lost it.

But here I am, after over ten years, and I’m ready to face my demons.

I’ve started to visit the page regularly, but whenever I share the site with a friend, they immediately seem repulsed and won’t explore the rest of site with me. What’s everyone afraid of? Is it really that frightening? Have I developed some variation of stockholm syndrome which keeps me coming back for more?

It’s time Los Angeles learns about the Yoni.

Let’s take a look at the “wondrous vulva puppets”

They come in all different colors, “Hand made in lush velvets and silk satins” and for $125.00, you could have your own.

For the more faint of heart, yoni.com sells four different shields handmade from natural materials by Leslie Olin. The choices are Hope, Voice, Germination, and Earth. Or commission your own!

Don’t be afraid! Design your shield today! Contact Leslie here:

http://www.yoni.com/gifts/healing-gifts/yoni-shields-by-leslie-olin-4.html

Don’t be afraid of the Yoni. Spread the word (no pun intended, really, that’d be dirty).

-Yoni Goldberg