Julien made me a birthday cake when it was'nt my birthday before he'd even met me and at my welcome to LA party tried to make everyone sing happy birthday to me. This embarrased my English shy temprament and I hid away from him for the rest of the evening. But our friendship grew in person and electronically over the years that followed until he did get me into his inner world of joyfulness, dirtyness and cleverness and I have never looked back since. Julien is sexy and brilliant. I love you Julien!

When I first met the Earl, he had been working on a series of undercover articles about what it's like to be a woman, entitled "Snatch Like Me." His hair at that time hung in impressive ringlets to his waist. His New York female persona was an enchanting Jewess, with purple lips and silver glitter eyeshadow, and was partial to flowing, shimmery skirts, and astonishing platform shoes. The first time I saw him, he was tottering off on the arm of Neil Diamond. Who knew Neil was so liberal?! Imagine my surprise when I was about to enjoy what I thought was to be my first lebian encounter, when out popped his monster schlong! Well, as Clown Mouse puts it, "once you're in, youre in," and we were after that for quite some time inseparable.

So we agreed to work together on his expose--his next chapter was "Female (sic) in Alabama," where he was to go undercover as a female clog dancer. The Alabamans discovered our ploy and did not take kindly to it. But that, as they say, is another story...

Julien: a bottomless bag of tricks, and another of stories. *Highly Recommended* by *Trixie* and by others in the know.

Julien is Mr. Fancypants cool-as-a-cucumber Nitzberg. I don't see Julien enough. He is sweet as sugar, sexy and coy and devilishly boyish. More fun than a barrel of monkies and fine like nobody's biz, he makes me smile and feel all warm and fuzzy...just like his oh-so-fashionable vintage sweaters. Love to the Julien.