Tenderloin Socialite turned Pop Illustrator, designer, homo, a lot can be said about Diego Gómez, but usually not to his face, unless you've got a water-gun and you're not afraid to use it! After graduating from San Francisco's fabulous Art Institute, Diego hired a squad of killer-queens to help him rise to power as the Lord of the Tenderloin. Perched atop his royal toilet Diego spews fourth whimsical imagery chock full of gratuitous breasts, counterintuitive fairy tales, and plenty of awkward moments of silence. Thanks to his mad skills and a verbocity that could cut a bitch like a Lee Press-On Nail, Diego is adored by all, except for the people who hate him. If the wailing sirens on the SF fire department don't rob him of his hearing, surely his loud outfits will! But fear not evil doers - at the ripe & juicy age of 38, he's only getting younger by the day & sassier by the moment!