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Greetings, Manor Hors! Periodically, "The Roving Pecker" presents urgent missives from filthy esteemed guest writers. Today's is from Asparagus Pee! § I know you all wish you'd been in Chicago for the DNC (and probably for the hot dogs, too), but since you weren't, I’m here to fill you in on what they affectionately call “Coach-chella.”  Or more specifically,"DemPALOOZA," a multi-day expo filled with training sessions, panels, briefings, and activations to get people fired up for the election in November, and to help ensure that the Blue Wave is a tsunami. Speakers from all over guided people on the ins-and-outs of campaigning, gave tips on effective activism, and how to get organized to keep the wheels of democracy turning. But first, some nerd shit! While the DNC's  main convention was being hosted at the United Center on Chicago’s west side, "DemPALOOZA" was being hosted at McCormick Place , the largest convention center in North Americ

Happy Wednesday! We offer a peaceful midweek respite for those who need a lift and a smile. I present a wonderful concert on the veranda featuring a surprise. If classical music is your safe place, then enjoy it! Entertainment is provided by our own Ecce Homo, who wants to bring happiness to the Manor. Plus, you hors need cultural activities to cut down on sneaking gigolos into your bedrooms, for shame for shame. Bleeker, you have been seen. 

Ah hahahahahaha! Or hooray, hurrah, two snaps and a hey! Can you believe Peckerwood Manor is one year old today? We're still here , dammit, and still kickin'.  And here you are, horing and roaring right along with us.  Below, each of us joyously reflect on this, our very first Cake Day. And, yes, we come to you in alphabetical order. Why? Because we learned how to do it in preschool and we're still that cute. § AK (aka ECCE HOMO) :  Ends and beginnings! We were all shocked by the news of DListed's shuttering, but as sad as it was, I was even sadder to think I'd never again hear from everyone I'd come to know in the comments. But Bree stepped right up and created this spot - and Shonali did her part, too, starting  DListed Community (reddit.com) .  I felt so happy that we'd still be able to stay in touch, to chat about our mundane jobs, our happinesses and our (hopefully infrequent) sad times.  The very first post here, seeing all these familiar names and avi

Welcome, fellow trollops, to the latest edition of "Who's This Week's Thirstiest Ho?" Today's trio are drier than a rock-hard crouton that fell from your salad to the kitchen floor three months ago and was nose-butted, then ignored, by your adorable cat - who dearly wishes you'd sweep once in a while, goddammit - so they need all the moisture they can get.  First, behold before and after pics of Brad Pitt , the left from 2022, the right from 2023. Subtle? Yes, I'd say so, especially since many aging male stars lately look as if they've gotten their faces smoothed out on an ironing board. By the way, I'm not starting off this week's post with needless digressions. I simply want to point out that Brad very much cares about his money-making puss - which means that he does, in fact, care about things. No, really. Like all those poor, destitute Hurricane Katrina victims in... oh, wait . Does Brad care about his children? For sure, and definitely mor

Today's Open Post was gifted to you by our very own supremely handsome and talented Ecce Homo! He says: So this is an actual thing I own. A couple months ago I was in the boss's office at work and saw this folded piece of cardboard in the corner of the outer office. When I unfolded it, it was a hauntingly realistic facsimile of La Taylor! I asked them whose was it? Why was it here? How long had it been there? No one knew, so I said I was taking it home and if someone wanted it I'd happily return it. So I took her home and hung her on the inside of my apartment door. But the dogs kept staring at her and growling. Look, I get it. Like us humans, even our four-legged friends can be intimidated by Taylor's unique alchemy of talent, presence, charisma, and lyrical acuity. So I put her on the closet door of my bedroom. But then I started growling at it - even cowering until I threw an old t-shirt over it! Look, I get it. Like our canine pals, even humans can be intimidated b