Dahlia's journals

I moved out of Oakland finally. So hot damn. I just got back from New York. I shot some hot porno with Bella Vendetta. It was totally sweet. I think it turned out better than the last movie. Its less performing and more just real doing it. I think I'm gonna do some boy/girl scenes real soon. Yep.

my first porno went live on one of the other sites I'm on. hot damn. I think I sound really dumb when I talk on video. Doesn't everyone think that about themselves? But other than that, I am stoked. More to come. I am also on the cover of International Tattoo Art for December. schweet.

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yesterday was my birfday. I got an ice cream maker and a sweet Roy Deforest drawing. hot dayam. Lots of puppies came to the party and I ate grilled pineapple. mmm.

The most important person in my existance, my dude, tattooer Devon Blood, is in the hospital right now after being shot early Wednesday morning, July 12, during an attempted robbery of my home. He's listed as stable in the ICU, he's unconscious, but his recovery looks good if he stays the course he's on right now. Either way, its going to be a long road to being his usual self. The bullet that is lodged in his brain is not going to be removed, as the doctors fear it would do more damage to operate to remove it than to leave it where it is.

For those that know Devon, you know what a gentle, good hearted person he is, as well as the passion he has for tattooing, and the love he has for his family and friends. He didn't deserve this to happen AT ALL, not that most people do, but it doesn't sit right knowing what he's going through.

One o his closest pals, Matt Howse, has sorted out an account for Devon, for those of us who want to contribute to helping him on his way to recovery.

It's very important to usthat everyone understands that 100% of every dime that goes into this account will go to Devon and Devon only. There aren't any middlemen, percentage takers or foundations that can get their hands on it. I've set this up on behalf of his family and friends, so any questions, please ask. It's even a free checking account to they won't even take fees for it.

So, you can send in money three ways; mail a check/money order/whatever to:

Devon Get Better
c/o Sacred Tattoo
707 Broadway
Oakland, CA 94607

Make sure checks are made out to "Devon Get Better" which is what Matt has set up the account under..

or you can deposit money into the account directly at any Washington Mutual branch, the account number is 3063634311.

I've also set up a Paypal account for those who use Paypal, the address you send money to is devonblood@reliabletattoos.com

The art benefits and shows will be starting this week, and will continue as long as there's drive from all of us. For anyone who wants to contribute art, tattoo time, or anything else that can be contributed towards his recovery, you're more than welcome to. Just contact Matt Howse at Matt@reliabletattoos.com for details.

With a constant stream of visitors since last week, Devon knows we're here for him and is able to show signs here and there of being aware people are around him who love him.

We've met with the neurosurgeon who's overseeing Devon, his prognosis is good for the type of injury he's sustained, but it will be days or weeks before we know how he'll fare with being his old self. All of our love to our friend.

Please pass this on.

Last night while in our home, my dude and I were victems to a terrible attack. Our home was broken into by robbers and then, while trying to protect me, Devon was shot in the head with a .22. He is currently in the ICU and is doing well ater a surgury that removed part o his skull to relieve pressure on his brain. He is stable and doesn't appear to have any noticable brain damage. Please send all your good juju towards his recovery.

I accidentally abandoned my phone outside the taco truck on 23rd and International yesterday. I don't think I will replace it this time. Today I think I will go to that swell beach that is impossible to find without a long drive through country roads with no sigs and a few hard to distinguish natural landmarks, a sizeable and very muddy hike through the right deer paths, past all the fallen radio towers and then a rope climb down a steep ravine with water rushing through it. But it is worth it in every way. In the years since I found the place (courtesy of vague directions from an old friends aging hippy mother) I have seen less than a total of ten other people at the beach, inlcuding those who have come with me. And the strangers include a handful of local surfer kids, a naked guy and an old man playing violin on the bluff above. Especially with the heavy rains this year and the continued erosion of the ravine and increased water flow, this year has been more delightfully lonely than ever. The beach itself is actually kind of rocky and narrow, and the water is too cold (and for pussies like me too shark infested) and the undertow and riptides too strong to swim (I almost drowned there when I was sixteen) but it is perfect for hanging out alone with my dog, reading naked and drinking filthy-cheap champagne.


Yesterday outside the aforementioned taco truck my friend started to regale me with juicy gossip of people I used to poke and all I can think about is how nice it will be, how rabidly I am anticipating the relocation to a rural town in a different state where I don't know a soul aside from gus and my dude. Where it is cheap enough that I can live alone and have a yard for the Gussers, and safe enough that I can put in a puppy door for him and the only intruders I will have to worry about are skunks, raccoons and the occaisonal feral cat. There will be countless miles of woods for Gus and I to roam without worrying about douchebags dishing out offleash tickets.


I don't know why peopIe move here. I guess for friends, for music, for politics, for lots of things. I used to kind of like the glittery, gritty urban beauty of it all. But now Oakland on a gorgeous day just looks like the a mistake. I want to be able to step outside my doorway barefoot without worrying about discarded medical waste, and I want to be able to walk to the taqueria without getting the wallet flash and I don't want to hear pimps chastising their hookers outside my window when I'm trying to go to sleep. I know its crazy cheesy but Jawbreaker has a song about Oakland I have to quote at the end of this because is too fucking true. Even in the few years since I have moved here things are different. There is even more racial tension. Yuppies who can't afford the rent that skyrocked and never dropped after the dot com era in San Francisco are building fancy lofts in shitty neighborhoods, talking about the great 'raw spaces' and hip renovated factories turned apartments. They are pushing out the people who have lived here for decades. I have seen the rent rise in these last few years. Everyone in this neighborhood used to just ignore the silly looking drunk kids with funny haircuts and slowly I've seen that indifference fade away to make way for anger and hostility.


I grew up in the greater bay area my whole life, with the exception of a few years here and there in New York, Massachusettes, Vermont and I am so sick of seeing the same people on the bus for years and never speaking. Of the same bums aggressively accosting me for change outside of 7-11. Four years ago, when I first moved to this city (and the city part is just costuming, it really is an incestuously small town), I got startled and emptied my pockets in sympathy but not anymore. They are so rude and demanding. No pleases or thank yous. I kind of like manners and grace. I used to have so much compassion for people, for struggle and hardship. But not anymore. Oakland ruined me. But I sure will miss those tasty burritos.


Read and I felt so small.
Some words keep speaking
When you close the book.
Drank and just about smiled.
Then I remembered us in that bed.
Put my ear to the door.
I just heard hot rods
and gunshots and sirens.
People kill me these days.
There's keys in their eyes
But they lock from the inside
-Jawbreaker