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Sunday, July 29, 2018


Reisetipps de luxe
Uncle Fishhook Jonas Mekas got the fullblown celebratory treatment with the recent culture festival Edit Film Culture at silent green Kulturquartier and Arsenal Institut fur film und video kunst.
Film Culture and After Dark Magazine were the mainstays I first discovered in the 1970s at the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences Biblioteca in Beverly Hills. 
Well actually, After Dark Magazine you could get at the newsstand or supermarket checkout as it was officially known as an arts/entertainment periodical, but one along with Dance Magazine that you could see full frontal male nudity in. 
Film Culture and After Dark were my models for queercore zine Fertile La Toyah Jackson.
The curatorial team for EFC: Christian Hiller of the deep manly vocal chords, Daniela Kinateder, Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus, Marcuse Siegelstein, Bettina Ellerkamp & Joerg Heitmann of silent green.
The excellent film program was at Kino Arsenal while the exhibition was at SAVVY Contemporary until July 22. 
 I was laughing hysterically at the Letters of Louise Brooks to Uncle Fishhook where she kept reminding him to send back her publicity stills. The opening of the festival featured a brash, loud and compelling concert by CHEAP’s Susanne Sachsse and Gina D’Orio of Cobra Killer with asphalt cuties Anton Garber and Robin Behling of Puff.
Wish I could have seen the documentary film about Barbara Rubin.  She was like the Sadie Benning of the early 1960s.
Thrilled at any chance I get to gaze upon that beautiful hot sex stud Abi Nilamber of SAAVY. He is one juicy piece of male joy.
Since my deadline for my next solo exhibition on the west coast at Adams&Ollman is pressing I couldn’t attend everything in the festival program.

Was able to witness the Saturday morning program which started off bright and early with the brilliant Juan Suarez. 
Was really impressed with Kalani Michell who gave a spot on dissection of Film Culture in a Box.  Pure geniustrata.  Miss Kalani is the young, gifted star scholar that everyone has been talking about. Kalani is very glamorous like my fav underated late 70s early 80s  actress Veronica Cartwright.  Veronica is best pals with actor Dennis Christopher of Breaking Away and Chariots of Fire fame.  I had such a crush on him when I was a teenager and later became his friend as he lived in Silverlake and has come to many of my events like Platinum Oasis where he introduced me to Miss Cartwright who is the younger sister of the child actress Angela Cartwright from the 1960s TV series Lost in Space and the movie The Sound of Music.  Sixty Six Degrees of Seperation with the Vagimule Doll.
There was a bit of intrigue in the presentation by Suliman Mohamed Ibrahim Elnour of Khartoum with his young lovesexy filmmaker translator.  Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus as moderator expertly kept the peace.  Didn’t get  to see the Thurston Moore concert, but heard fab things about it.  Thurston is a neighbor of The Love Camel, Andrea Novarin in London.

Crushed to find out that my neighbor Elga Sorbas, the Fassbinder star passed recently.  I ran into her life partner Eddie of  Australian punk band The Busby Berkeley’s who relayed the sad news.  Miss Elga was quite a striking presence in my kiez, and also acted as the social conscience of the neighbourhood, putting a stop to the loud unruly Sylvester Fireworks of a bunch of men in defference to the Syrian refugees who could be further traumatized by the earsplitting display.  It was always a joy to see her sitting in front of her storefront atelier holding court in a regal and majestic manner.  As an early Fassbinder star she was there with him in his theater days but didn’t allow him to abuse her.  She was in the Fassbinder films Katzelmacher, 1969, The American Soldier 1970, and The Merchant of Four Seasons, 1971.  I will miss Miss Elga.  She was a great lady, loving and very very generous.  She gave me some of her old real hair wigs and gorgeous fabrics that I used to decorate the piano at the last Rising Stars, Falling Stars.

Marcuse Siegelstein and I had a delightful time in conversation at the Friei Universitaet with the fourth in the No One Leaves Delilah Series.  The klatch this time was a (W)rap on Desire.  I started off with a poem I wrote using films with desire in the title.  Then I screened the “Take Off With Us” erotic musical number from Bob Fosse’s 1980 film All That Jazz featuring Sandahl Bergman, followed by Marcuse reading a poem by Frank O’Hara, then showing our art-punk band Ruth Fischer,  the experimental short My Levitating Arse, then our talking and riffing off of each other, and other hijinks when our nutter minds collide.
 I showed a scene from the 1961 Slovenian film Dancing in the Rain, Marc pulled out of his ass the incredible video short subject Lezzie Flick, more riffing and chittle chatting, questions and comments from the audience and then the big production number “You Stepped Out of a Dream” from Ziegfeld Girl 1941 directed by Robert Z. Leonard.  We had a very large audience that included my blood of Abraham son Assaf Hochman, glam girl Akira Knightly, fearless leader of CHEAP Susanne Sachsse, ultra fit British Chav actor Harris Dickenson with fellow English thespian Sam Claflin, Richard Gabriel, Trixie Schoenherr, Uli Ziemons and Spex journalista Franzika who had interviewed Marc and I a few days earlier.  Afterwards the wonderful curators of the event Susanna Huber and Christian Liclair of Asthetic des Begehrens and their crew took us to a nice fancy dinner at a cute Italian boite in Dahlem.

The next morning I was still groggy and exhausted but had be ON to meet the Norweigan journalista Bjorn Hatterud for an interview at the Schwartzer Café on Kant Strasse.  We had a divine time chittle chatting.  The next day I met with the very sweet American writer Robert Karron who is a friend of writer and artist Lisa Teasley.

More sad news via my old dance pal, the lovely  Marilyn Welch who was a member of the VooDoo Williamson Inner City Dance Theater of Lynwood.
Marilyn also studied under Miss Denise who taught classical ballet at the Stanley Holden Dance Center in West Los Angeles.  I also took ballet with Miss Denise with the delusion that I could become a prima ballerina.
Miss Denise aka:  Patricia Denise Galion died age 96.  She was quite a powerful woman, loving and serene.  I was definitely in awe of Miss Denise when I took classes along with Miss Denise's younger relations Michelle Karlich and Dina, two Hollywood Punkrock “It” girls that I ran around with in my wild youth.
Miss Denise also had quite a career assisting the greats in Hollywood like film choreographer Eugene Loring and Gene Kelly, whose son Tim Kelly was the mastermind along with the late Matt Dike of the famed LA clubs Nairobi Room and Power Tools.
Miss Denise was born in Canada and became a naturalized US citizen in 1997.  I will miss her.

Now I have to go off to an artist retreat where I will have use of a secluded studio in the Finnish Countryside to finish my new solo painting series Invitation to the Dance that features abstractions of famous female dancers.  This exhibit will open Sept 13th at Adams & Ollman Gallery in Portland Oregon.  I also have ten paintings in a group show that opened at the Portland Museum of Art.  PICA the Portland Institute of Contemporary Art will welcome my artist talk on Sept 12th.

Before running off to my retreat I had drinks with journalist Michael Scaturro who use to work for Bloomberg News and before that Deutsche Welle and NPR.  Now cute little Michael who looks like a teenager even though he is 36 is working for an Australian activist and politician as her speech  writer and main public operative.

Special thanx to my dearest angelis Skot Armstrong and his hot lover James Tallon of Science Holiday and The Museum of Fun for sending me this fascinating new book Between Friends-The Correspondence of Hannah Arendt and Mary McCarthy 1949-1975.  Skot and James can literally read my mind, and are always sending me the most scintillating tomes for my nightstand book review.

Just heard the shocking news that Jonathan Gold died of cancer at age 57.  Jonathan was one of my colleagues at The LA Weekly back in the 1980s, 1990’s up until the early aughts.  We also were the same class at UCLA along with Heather Locklear.  When I first met Jonathan he was this cute, nerdy ginger haired Jewish kid who was in a couple of arty punkish bands.  He was super competitive and snarky when it came to my art band The Afro Sisters and poked some mild fun at us.  My Afro Sister “Pop that Cherry” Jefferson aka: Priscilla Hazelwood who worked in the art department at the Weekly wasn’t exactly featuring his constant teasing. 

Like a lot of nerds I thought Jonathan wanted the attentions of a rock star.  He achieved this in sorts as a Foodie guru and restaurant reviewer par excellance.

Back in the 80s Jonathan was my editor of one of the most exciting Best of LA editions I ever participated in, and asked me to write about Funkytown aka:  South Central LA.  Which was a first at the time as no one was interested in the Darktown Strutters area of Los Angeles before.

The LA Weekly publisher Jay Levin had blacklisted me for some reason I don’t remember now.
It was Jonathan who got around Jay as Mr. Levin didn’t know my legal name so I just wrote my articles with that byline, and Jay Levin was never the wiser. Jonathan definitely had a streak for defying authority.

I also was on hand to witness the courtship of Jonathan and cutiepie Laurie Ochoa at eateries like Millie’s Diner in Silverlake, Gorky’s Downtown, and that amazing little Japanese restaurant on Beverly Blvd next to the Beverly Cavern.  Later Laurie became editor of the Weekly before I moved to Berlin.

Jonathan’s Foodiegeist writing was most compelling, but I felt his music journalism was even better.  I’ll never forget arriving to the original LA Hip Hop club Radio at MacArthur Park one Friday eve with my Afro Sisters and regular club crew in tow wearing our Buffalo Gal look.  Jonathan saw us enter together as a group and proclaimed out loud, “Oh my god look at them, they are doing Two Mules for Sister Sarah!”

Wednesday, July 11, 2018


Menschliche Kritter
Didn’t have a working computer for ages so I wasn’t able to blogeet, which also prevented me from writing about my Cholita colleague Alice Bag’s second solo record Blueprint. 
Alice sent me the CD awhile back via her young cohort Seth Bogart of Hunx and his Punx fame. 
Alice has turned into a modern day Eydie Gorme’ with high caliber musical material like like her geniustrata songs “Sparkling Path”, “White Justice”, “Etched Deep”, and ”77” where she carries on with the likesis of the great Kathleen Hanna of Bikini Kill and Allison Wolfe of Bratmobile.  My favorite track is  “Se Cree Joven” and I am not the only one crazy for this tune.  The video features my drag daughter Michele “Hell” Carr and the legend that is Phranc the Jewish Lesbian Folk Singer and Cardboard Cobbler.
It delights me that my sweetie pie La Alicia is getting her due with critical acclaim and sold out tours.  Nobody deserves the unabashed love, attention and  hoopla more then my homegirl Sad Girl of Cholita!
Contemporary Vinegar Syndrome premiere was a sterling success at the Fichtenbunker in Kreuzberg.  The site specific location had everyone abuzz wondering what it looked like inside.  The convex wall that was our movie screen  that we dubbed The Convex Serviette was a big hit with the publicum who got to enjoy a double projection of Ulrike Ottinger’s Berlin Fieber as well as a surprise sneak scene from Ottinger’ famous Freak Orlando which was filmed on the top of the bunker.  The visionary directress was her usual gracious, soft spoken self, wowing everyone with her patrician grace and gentility. 
Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus opened the evening with remarks concerning the Arsenal membership drive.  Those who paid to become a member get all sorts of goodies including free entrance to our September and December CVS event, and entrance to Arsenal screenings for six months.  Now that’s a bargain.
The evening also included a double screening of two Terayama films in which we supplied the text with a range of literary material, Ela Troyano’s David Does Venus starring her hilarious sister Carmelita Tropicana and two different Bugs Bunny Cartoons. 
Scene and Herd mentality during the three days:  Fearless Leader of CHEAP Kollektiv Susanna Sachsse who provided the voice of CVS with Ashley Hans Scheirl who will be in Berlin for a year on a DAAD fellowship, Ulrike Ottinger’s beautiful girlfriend Nina with art photographer Annette Frick, Katherina Sykora, Michaela Wuench of bbooks Kollektiv, pretty ginger haired curator Anja Lueckenkemper, Florian Weghorn of Berlinale Talents, Razak Khan of the Center for Modern Indian Studies, Karo the new Arsenal Projectionist, Maria Klaus, Archive Project Publicist, Elena Baumeister, Archive Project intern, Milena Gregor of the Gregor  Klan the first family of German Cinema, Markus Ruff Head of Archive Project, handsome Toby Ashraf, sexy young UdK students Leonardo Lina, David Scholer and Zannick Spies, the gorgeous and stylish film curator Maria Morata, Sirkka Moeller of Berlinale’s Panorama Section. Dan Gunn of the Dan Gunn Gallery London and his big dick Dutch pal Robert who is the studio manager for artist Angela Bulloch, Susanna Huber and Christian Liclair of Asthetic des Begehrens, Shanti Ashtangi-Asgari, my German relation Clarisse Mehring, Mike Fenswick of Phile Magazine with statuesque best girlfriend Miss Erin, Stefania Daskalaki, DJane Bianca Kruk with Film Sound Designer Manuela Schinina, scholar Zülfukar Çetin and his international posse of EUROPACH: Emily Nicholls,from Goldsmith College London, Justyna Struzik from Jagellonian University in Krakow, Poland, and Finnish scholar Lina Bolde from Humboldt Universitaet.   Also glimpsed: Joel Gibb the baby diaper of the Hidden Cameras of Toronto, curator Natasha Ginwala, Piero Bellomo, our CVS crew of Gerrit  Woltemath, our trusty production coordinator, Daniel Hendrickson,the Jewish Muzlim, projectionists Bodo&Ina and bartender RoseLee.
Hollywood hunk of the 1950s Tab Hunter died.  So sad as he was one devilish piece of beefcake.  Back in the 50s he was lovers with Anthony Perkins but his most famous sex conquest was the entire water polo team of Pepperdine University circa 1957.  Way to Go Tab!
Just received this shocking news that Robert Summers died in Alabama visiting his lovely sister Ruth Ann.  Robert was a young fagademic who was actually quite brilliant at times.  I collaborated with him on several projects beginning with Bricktops at the Parlour Club where he helped organize a series of mini lecturinas in the early evening of the club that was quite a success.  He did a longer version of a lecturina on Judy Garland Modalities at my 2011 MoCa Happening Dejecta.  Robert grew up in Whittier to Mexican and Jewish parents. His  auntie was the well known Los Angeles political figure Gloria Molina.

Monday, June 18, 2018



John Harrison and his older brother David Thompson were the most beautiful boys at Hobart Blvd Elementary School.  I was in the fifth grade and my teacher was the elderly and kind Dorothy Stevenson.  She looked like the actress who played Auntie Em in the Judy Garland film The Wizard of Oz.  I was elected to student counsel and David Thompson was Student Body President.  Hobart Blvd Elementary was situated on Olympic Blvd in the  height of the area now known as Korea Town.  Back in 1972 the Koreans were just arriving in mass, and the area was mainly populated by Japanese people who owned the many garden nurseries in the area.  The Japanese were moving to West Los Angeles and Gardena, a South Bay suburb.  Most Blacks lived South of Pico which was the unofficial border to South Central.  My family lived in a dingbat apartment built in the 1950s just a bit north of Pico in the area known as Mid City.  My primary school was then part of Wilshire Center.  White flight had taken place mainly South of Pico with the majority of whites living North of Olympic Blvd working in the insurance companies that lined Wilshire Blvd.
David Thompson’ s very plump white mother worked at State Farm Insurance Company on Wilshire Blvd just west of the gated community Fremont Place that was part of Hancock Park.  David’ s stepfather was Black.  This black man was John Harrison’s father.  David didn’t get along very well with his Black step father.  David had a round pie face and a husky built.  At least that was the term department stores like Sears& Roebuck, Montgomery Ward and Zody’s used to describe chunky boys wear.  John Harrison his brother, like me would be defined as slim.  Both John and David had very pale skin, rosy cheeked peaches and cream complexions.  The only thing that gave John away that he was part racially mixed was his very corse hair.  John looked very much like the bi-racial actor Wentworth Miller. They even have a similar sounding voice.
David and John were both brilliant students.  I was jealous of both of them.  John’s best friend was a goofy looking lanky white boy named David Gilliland.  David lived in a court apartment unit next to Richard Cadabona and his family.  The Cadabonas were mixed with white and Filipino.  I had known Richard Cadabona since the 3rd Grade.  Richard was neighborhood friends with both David Thompson and John Harrison.  It was through Richard that I got to hear frequent updates on the objects of my obsession.  I never figured out if Richard understood my interest in the two brothers. 

My family had moved to Wilshire Center in 1966 from Boyle Heights Ramona Gardens Housing Project.  I was with my mother when she found our apartment which was located at 1239 South Hobart Blvd #3 area code 213 prefix Republic.  Our zip code was 90006.  Why I remember all that to this day is beyond me.  I guess I have always been a font of useless information.
The woman who owned our apartment building was named Miss Alain.  She was a black Creole from Louisiana.  The reason my mother was able to get the apartment was because I was with her.  Miss Alain’s elderly mother was struck by how well behaved I was.  I was the perfect child, never squirming fidgeting plus I was adoreably cute and cute.  Miss Alain was also completely charmed and besotted by my beautiful mother.
Went to Park am Gleisdreieck with Baby Diaper Joel Gibb of the Hidden Cameras.  Saw my favorite skater boi who was wearing short shorts that revealed every inch of his cakes da killer.  He was also shirtless and even Baby Diaper was impressed with his flawless rack  and general young male loveliness.  Also at the park was one of the Pet Shop Bears and his lover.  Since it was one of the German religious holidays, the  park was packadermed with humpy man Fleisch.  We also checked out the beach volleyball players who were yummy.
Later that evening went to the going away dinner of my gallerist Dan Gunn who has moved his gallery to his hometown of London. Joining in the festivities La Sachsse and Marcuse Siegelstein.  Dan cooked an incredible Springtime in the Rockies Lambdulla, baked asperagus and tira misu huhu for a decadent desert.  So my Liza Minnelli diet went right out of the French doors into a poplar tree.
Spent a glorious time with the gifted young Los Angeles based artist Elliot Reed visiting Berlin from a whirlwind tour.  Elliot is a young, Black version of Jerry Lewis in his youthful prime of the 1950s.  They even have similar voices and body shape, and are love sexy in the same scintillating manner.
Everywhere we went together he was attracting oodles of new fans and admirers.
Daddy Ron Athey says that so many younger artists don’t have any references that stretch farther then Beyonce, and are obsessed with becoming embraced by the mainstream.
When that pipe dream curdles they wind up getting angry and lose themselves.
Elliot isn’t like that.  As Papa Athey says, “He croons, he patters, he teeters.  Yes that encapsulates him well.  Some of his pieces seem like they will fall apart, but they always work in the end in a very satisfactory way.  Plus he is very easy on the eyes as a great beauty boy.
Special thankx to Ruth Schonegger and Jewish Muzlim Daniel Hendrickson for hosting fabulous dinners and luncheons for Elliot.
Continued on tour with Original Sin as the weather spiked to hot and humid conditions.  Not the best friend to a woman already menopausel.  I didn’ t get much sleep in Cologne, though I loved staying at the Chelsea Hotel.  The hotel restaurant was divine.  We performed to a packed, eager audience at the Stadtpark which is one of the cities most famous venues.  The main curator  at the Akademie Der Kunste Der Welt is the glam and patrician Madhusree Dutta who was part of the Living Archive Festival in Berlin from a few years back.  She treated the CHEAPIES to snacks and drinks after the show as the kitchen closed early, and was a joy to be around along with Re-Phill Collins and his hot young students, Max Jorge Hindere Cruz who is back in Germany after years in Brazil looking very juicy and irresistible.  I also got to flirt with the wunderkind of the German speaking theater world Ersan Mondtag.
As the rest of the CHEAP gang head back to Berlin to rest from this leg of the tour the divine Jamie Stewart and I were on a train to Basel.  I had a solo booth with Dan Gun Gallery London in the Liste Art Fair called Juno Confiding Io to the Care of Argus where I mixed mythology with  gender pioneers from the Harlem Renaissance and early part of the 20th Century.  I clicked with something because during the VIP preview Dan sold 16 out of 30 paintings that were part of the installation.  I couldn’t believe it.  I also got press in The Financial Times as someone the collectors are demanding.  Well it was all a little too much for this olde lady to be sure.  My solo performance was a bit shaky, but I looked good in my Rick Owens twinset and dinosaur wedgies, and I don’t think I angered too many people making fun of the Bildungs Burgerlich.  Much thankx to Eva Birkenstock, Verena, Millina, Mr. Dan the Man and Mattias the big hands and feet photographer from Dusseldorf -They Call Me Rolf.
I did have a nice time with all the CHEAPies & Co.  Our concert installation at the Kaserne had a very strange energy, but Fearless Leader Susanne Sachsse and Jamie Stewart gave it their all with punk rockel panasche.  I find Basel a bit problematic.  Lots of eye candy though, but its not like anyone was interested in pounding the doll’s pud.
Next up for the doll is Contemporary Vinegar Syndrome, The Convex Serviette Edition which is our new performative film event replacing the long running Rising Stars, Falling Stars program.
The dates for CVS is June 27,28 & 29th 8pm at the site specific location of Fichtebunker ----Fichtestrasse 6, 10967 Berlin-Kreuzberg. 
The program is divided into two parts.  The first will serve as a tribute of sorts to the visionary Lesben Feministiche filmmaker Ulrike Ottinger showing her Happening Dokumentation film Berlinfieber Wolf Vostell.  The second part will be performative with a screening of Terayama Shuji’s Les chants de Maldoror and Ela Troyano’s David Does Venus starring the fabulous Carmelita Tropicana.  Of course there will be surprises every night so you will want to go all three nights just to see them.  The event also serves as a membership drive for the Arsenal.  Space is limited so remember first come, first served.
Had a delightful visit with the legendary Miss Ottinger at her huge tranquil compound.  She was so gracious and loving. We had a very sweet girlish get together.  I still can’t believe I had a one-on-one with such a legendary,visionary force of nature who keeps in shape by swimming every single day and is working on another hot film project.

Tuesday, May 08, 2018


Die FORMEL E elektrisiert Berlin

Very depressing Spring with the knowledge of the recent deaths of LA underground royals Henry Peck, Janet Cunningham, Tony Kinman and Charlie Quintana.

Of the four who passed, the Ms. Vagimule Davis doll was closest to Henry Peck. Henry was the mastermind behind the legendary indie import record store Vinyl Fetish, and the other half of the infamous gay “It” couple Joseph&Henry of the 1980's Melrose Avenue scene.

With Henry's then partner Joseph Brooks they brought the New Romantic and Blitz Kid scene of London to LA's trendiest with their famed nite spot The Veil that started at the Cathay De Grande and then moved to Club Lingerie where it was immortalized in the Kim Carnes video Bette Davis Eyes. 

My favorite club that Henry DJ'd was the short lived Monday night hotspot that was located at the former Cattle Barons Restaurant on LaCienega Blvd. I don't remember what he called the club, but the space was one of the best for an underground niteclub in terms of square footage and atmosphere. Henry and Joseph also used to great affect an old black owned theater on Washington Blvd near Crenshaw for their long running Fetisch Discoteca, which crisscrossed the city at various locations. Henry was one of LA's most underrated DJ's and his musical taste shaped Los Angeles in the 80s and well into the early 90s. Something he has not been properly credited for. 

Henry and I both share native American heritage, something that also linked us with Glen Meadmore whose Cree/Ojibwa mother grew up on a First Nations Reservation in Canada. My grandmother Mama Sarah is a Choctaw Indian and also grew up on a reservation.  Henry was also a hairdresser and was known for his wild crazy colored hairdo's and outlandish outfits.  Like Tomata du Plenty of The Screamers I considered Henry to be a mentor. LA has definately lost a valued treasure.

Janet Cunningham use to run the underground performance space C.A.S.H. (Contemporary Artist Space in Hollywood) Her security guard was a pre-Matrix fame Lawrence Fishbourne. She also ran a casting agency that specialized in providing freaks, punks and weirdos for Hollywood Films and TV. She cast me and my Afro Sisters in a film called Cold Dog Soup that starred Randy Quaid. Michele Buhler was the key make-up artist on that film. I never saw Cold Dog Soup. Maybe it went straight to video. Movies with dog in the title are usually never big box office hits. Janet was a very dear, sweet lady and a major contributor to making LA of the 1980s unforgettable with her take on art and performance.

Tony Kinman along with his brother Chip were in the first wave punk band The Dils and later the indie country group Rank & File.-my fav, and Blackbird. I thought that the brothers were sexy in a lanky asphalt cutie sort of way. I never knew them but I admired them from afar. Tony died age 63.

I also didn't know Charlie Quintana who was the drummer of Tito Larriva's band the Plugz and later Cruzados. In his youth I was very hot for Charlie and the guy he later joined forces with Mike Ness of Social Distortion. I remember at one of those famous art punk New Year's Eve party's shamelessly flirting with Charlie and Mike Ness to no avail. I couldn't compete with Sean DeLear who always carried strong marijuana with her to give to straight boys, who after toking on it would somehow wind up shagging her. I was forever jealous of Sean D for her ability to always get her sex needs met. RIP Sean D and Charlie Q.

Norman von Holtzendorf my German cousin on my fathers side who lives in New York City and works as a high powered international lawyer sent me the book Mexico by Duncan MacLeod. Duncan use to be a club kid in 1980s and in the early aughts was in the most excellent alt country folk band The Acres whom I championed.

Mexico is part of the Psychotic Break Series by Duncan that playfully delves into his youth and struggles with mental illness. I read the first book of the series 5150 A Transfer, with Mexico being the third book. Hopefully Duncan will send me the second.

Duncan has a nice relaxed style of writing that is breezy and intoxicating. His books are very hard to put down. You keep reading until you're finished. Mexico is also quite lovesexy in the description of his homo antics and situations. Below is a little interview I did with Duncan via smug:

VD:... I loved your first book and your band The Acres. Your are this centuries super post punk Sinclair Lewis.

DM: I'm so glad you loved 5150. When you and I first met way back in olden times, I had just recovered from all that nonsense. I was an avid reader of Fertile LaToyah Jackson Quarterly; I was star struck. You might not have guessed that I was successfully fighting off mental illness. I kept a tight lid on the crazy shit.

VD: All teen boys are mentally ill

DM: Some girls are bigger than others. It’s a matter of degree. Is he ill enough to get arrested and 5150’ed? Or perhaps he’s just down in the dumps.

VD: Where on the spectrum were your mental health issues at that time?

DM: I was officially diagnosed with 'Schizophreniform Disorder' which is roughly defined as a psychotic episode lasting between one and six months. It means "Looks like schizophrenia, but it's not". It looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker. Over the years, different doctors have given their own diagnosis - Atypical Depression, Bipolar Disorder, Acute Psychosis followed by Depression...the names are just helpful labels when they decide what pills to give a patient.

VD: A lot of your writing in the first book covers the period of your living in beautiful, but lets face it a little tired San Francisco. Could you ever see yourself living in that city again?

DM: I doubt I could afford it. The San Francisco I left twenty odd years ago has become the Manhattan I fled thirty years ago. I love the many friends I still have there, but I can't picture myself returning. Besides, I bought a house with a swimming pool here in LA. I know the Zuckerbergs might afford a house with a pool up there, but not me or anyone I know personally. And of course summer pool parties in San Francisco would have to take place indoors because of the freezing cold fog.

VD: The relationship with character Fritz and Ethan in your book Mexico seems ideal to me, being able to worship a juicy musclehunk. Why wasn't that enuf for the Ethan Character?

DM: Ethan didn’t totally dislike what was happening with Fritz. He needed somebody to pair up with. Fritz was using Ethan for his language skills, and Ethan was getting very fancy scraps in return. But they were still scraps. Ethan wanted a hand-holding kissy-poo sex boyfriend. Plus Fritz got really scary when he drank tequila.

VD: What's in store for Ethan in the series conclusion?

DM: Ethan goes down a new rabbit hole full of depression, needles and spoons. I wrote the first draft. Editing is taking a lot more time than I planned. It’s hard to know how much to keep in. I don’t want to make my readers ill with details, nor do I want to leave out the grit and grime. I’m trying to keep it sloppy and sleazy.

VD: Wish Ethan,Cory and the young Mexican character had engaged in a hot buttery threegy.

DM: An older, wiser Ethan might have allowed that to happen. He let his injured ego and broken heart get in the way.

VD: As someone who has never had a boyfriend let alone lived as part of male pattern lesbian domesticity I don't understand the world of coupledom.

DM: I’ve been in a lesbianesque couple for going on sixteen years now. I don’t know how it happened. I was at an age where being a bear looked really good on me, so I had a lot of suitors. Rafael stuck. I always trip up when I call him my “husband.” It just sounds so weird. My mother had husbands. What is really helpful about being married, besides the “I Love Yous” and the ways we take care of each other, is the sharing of money. We have shared money in a joint account, and separate money in our own private accounts. Shared money pays the bills and buys groceries. Separate money pays for whatever else we want. That’s coupledom in 250 words or less.

Be sure to visit Duncan’s author page:


My West Coast Gallerist Amy Adams of Adams & Ollman Gallery just sent me her schedule for the rest of Spring and into Summer 2018 with the illustrious artists she works with. Check it out:









































JUNE 29–JULY 27 

Had a deliriously lovely girlish birthday luncheon catching up with the great Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus of Arsenal Institut fur Film und Video Kunst at Osteria No. 5 in Kreuzberg's Mehringdamm Corridor. The day was bright and bounteous, with a little chill in the shade, but oh so blue and clear in the glorious sunlight.  You are probably wondering if we were gossiping about you.  Well rest assured we were.  Hahahahaha