DIRECTORY TO THE SERAGLIOS
Had breakfast down the street from the hotel at Caffe Primo Pegasus. Their gourmet outmeal is delicious. Back at the hotel worked on my paintings for the artist book and cutting out images from mags and newspapers for the collages. Had lunch with the divine Julianna Snapper who is part of the piece and we ate some mega delicious burgers at the Standard restaurant. It was lovely catching up with Ms. Snapper who is a genius and great beauty.
In the evening I finally was able to see one of the Pacific Standard Time public events at the National Center for the Preservation of Democracy on North Central Avenue. Since arriving on January 12th I have been doing nothing but working on my performance piece and artist books so it was great to see someone else’s work and take a little breather.
Emi and West of Rome produced the Andrea Fraser piece that I saw called Men on the Line, KPFK, 1972. The piece was developed from a 1972 live radio broadcast of a dialogue between four men committed to feminist struggles. I loved how static the piece was and Ms. Fraser is an incredible actress, subtle and plaintive. I could never remember so much text and make it so believable but also liquidy and restrained. The SRO audience was mesmerized and what a good looking crowd of divergent types and ages. I chittle chatted with Marnie Weber and her hot celebritiy art posse, and the sweet and lovely British friend of Stuart Comer Ms. Sarah McCrory who is a curator with the Frieze Foundation. So nice seeing Jade, Malik and Alex of My Barbarian and Caren & Marie of West of Rome. Emi was looking very stylish in a culot pin stripe suit. It was sweet of Dr. Jennifer Doyle to give me a ride home as I walked to the venue, because I couldn’t remember the schedule of the dash buses.
This morning had a veggie omelet at The Yorkshire Grill on 6th Street and the Korean owner remembered me from last year when i had the MoCa show and was staying at the Standard.
This just in: Got word that the severed head that was found in the Hollywood Hills under the famous sign belonged to a regular at the Spotlight hustler bar. The bar has been closed for awhile, but the poor murder victim was known as an older man who hired rough trade, and since Ms. Los Ang is very crystal meth oriented it would make sense that the killing was a trick that went sour as most street male concubines are a bit on the tweaky side.
Had breakfast with Karen Lofgren this morning at the Standard restaurant. She is going to be one of my glam hostesses for my piece on Sunday. So wonderful catching up with her. She will be in a group art show below are the details. Karen is one hell of a talented artist, and made my vagina dentata sculpture that was featured in my Present Penicative installation and video for Technova song.
HR in Jan/00:00RESET Jan 27th, FRIDAY: 8pm OPENING NIGHT
HUMAN RESOURCES UPSTAIRS GALLERY PRESENTS
MEETINGS a collaborative exhibition with works by Karen Lofgren, Molly Larkey, Larissa Brantner James, Dylan Mira, Juliana Paciulli, and many many more
LIVE PERFORMANCES:
Sheree Rose begins at 8pm (main space)
Raquel Gutierrez and Jeanne Cordova 8:15pm (main space)
Oscar Santos (w/ Alex Black, Samuel Vasquez, Karen Centerfold, Alice Cunt, Paloma Parfrey, Rafael Esparza, Allen Bleyle, Larissa James / Organizer: Oscar Santos / Psychic Director: Asher) 8:45pm (backroom storage space)
Tyler Matthew Oyer 9pm (main space)
Larissa Brantner James 9:30pm (main space)
Chiara Giovando 9:45pm (main space)
Last night Andrew Gould came over to my hotel room and helped me go over the albums that i will be using for my piece on Sunday. It was great having him help me, and bouncing ideas off of him. He has excellent taste. I love Andrew, and his new muscular frame and hunky body.
Hectrice picked me up from the Standard and took me to this cute El Salvadorean place on Beverly Blvd and Berendo called Atlacatl Family Restaurant. We had the best pupusas and pan de pavo. Now we are back at Hector's beautiful compound on Maltman Avenue in Silverlake. Hector has an amazing view of the Hollywood sign and Griffith Park Observatory. His next door neighbor is this old Lithuanian who is a Nazi sympathizer with pictures of Hitler and swastikas in her house which was the first modern house on the block. Her husband was a famous architect and they use to have a large house in Hancock Park. The old Nazi lady is estranged from her children and several years ago her sister and obese nephew were living with her, butthe sister died and the nephew who use to order hustlers on a regular basis committed suicide. The Old Nazi lady is now completely out of it due to Alzheimer's and is being taken care of by a Filipino home health care nurse and her husband. That should be the fate of all neo Nazi's.
Hector and i are waiting for my assistant Daniel to come so we can pull an all nighter working on my artist book.
Monday, January 23, 2012
FEYO, FUERTE Y HONESTO
Had a Skype call with Communism aka Daniel “the Jewish Muslim” Hendrickson” and he told me that President Obama was just in LA and he went to eat dinner at Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles on Pico Blvd. Danny is going to visit his parents in the States and they will be hanging out in the Miami, Florida area and then he will spend a few days in little old New York.
Had a nice visit at the hotel with my sexy MoCa Dejecta boys Rashid and Jonathan along with Daniel. We went to a Mexican restaurant on Spring Street that’s down the street from the Alexandria Hotel. Spring Street has really gotten gentrified. I didn’t recognize the street anymore, and all these trendy people walking their little yappity dogs----yuk. After lunch we went to the Grand Central Market for coffee and I ran into Suzy Beal who now lives in Tujunga. We also took a peek into the Mexican bar La Cita where a banda band was playing and some people were dancing. In the back patio some downtown trendies were getting their afternoon drink on. We rode Angels Flight to the top of Bunker Hill and boy is Angel’s Flight ever rickity. It was put out of commission for many years after it broke and killed a German tourist.
Hector came by to pick me up and take me to dinner at Emi Fontana’s South Pasadena home where she made a killer Italian feast for for three kings. Also at dinner were the famous artists Marnie Weber and Mike Kelly. The conversation was very lively with Mike talking about seeing the films Human Centipede and Phillip Morris that starred Ewan McGreggor and Jim Carrey. Emi also showed us a short film by her boyfriend Michael that perfectly captured the spirit and feel of the Trespass Parade and Party
Dr. Jennifer Doyle hosts this very interesting salon. I wasn’t able to attend but here is some info on what was going on:
A Free & Open Seminar on Performance: Three Sundays (Jan 8, 15, 22)
This is a feminist conversation about politics and practice in performance, for artists & allies (programmers, hosts, writers, friends, lovers, spectators, crew, the band!) - This seminar is inspired by the city's history of feminist art pedagogy and is part of Human Resource's contributions to Pacific Standard Time.
January 8th, 15th and 22nd: 1pm-4pm
at Human Resources
410 Cottage Home St in Chinatown, 90012
Join us for an exploration of the questions raised in contemporary performance - while our agenda will be set collectively, the impetus for organizing this seminar was sparked by the intensity of the conversations that grew up around Yvonne Rainer's critique of Marina Abramovic's work with MOCA's 2011 gala fundraiser.
Those conversations have taken up the nature of feminist performance; the relationship of live art and performance to museum culture; the relationship of Los Angeles performance to independent spaces like HR; sexuality in performance; risk - as programmers or curators understand that and as artists understand that; survival - economic and emotional; race, class and "the art world" (what does that phrase mean); the "recovery" of Chican@ and African American art by that "art world" (e.g. exhibits across PST).
This is an interesting moment for performance artists - on the one hand, financial support for the genre is as dire and as politicized as ever - but the genre also has a lot of visibility and new forms of institutional currency. What does it mean to stage a feminist exporation about the politics and practice of performance? Contemporary feminist politics resists looking at sex/gender questions in isolation: race, class, ethnicity, the legacies of settler colonialism, the long shadow of the prison industrial complex - how and where to these issues factor into performance politics and practice? Add to this the way that new media forms make "old media" practices increasingly problematic - who owns their image in an age whose those images circulate widely and freely via the internet? How do artists differently confront the politics of their practices? What stake do queer/feminist artists have in those debates about appropriation and image rights?
These seminars will give artists & allies a chance to talk about the shifting sands upon which we work - this is a chance to examine the present but also to learn about the past (the NEA wars, the roots of performance as an anti-capitalist practice, the full range of feminist work in performance, queer performance [again, what does that mean?], the roots of performance in the political, interventionist strategies of artists of color).
Had a Skype call with Communism aka Daniel “the Jewish Muslim” Hendrickson” and he told me that President Obama was just in LA and he went to eat dinner at Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles on Pico Blvd. Danny is going to visit his parents in the States and they will be hanging out in the Miami, Florida area and then he will spend a few days in little old New York.
Had a nice visit at the hotel with my sexy MoCa Dejecta boys Rashid and Jonathan along with Daniel. We went to a Mexican restaurant on Spring Street that’s down the street from the Alexandria Hotel. Spring Street has really gotten gentrified. I didn’t recognize the street anymore, and all these trendy people walking their little yappity dogs----yuk. After lunch we went to the Grand Central Market for coffee and I ran into Suzy Beal who now lives in Tujunga. We also took a peek into the Mexican bar La Cita where a banda band was playing and some people were dancing. In the back patio some downtown trendies were getting their afternoon drink on. We rode Angels Flight to the top of Bunker Hill and boy is Angel’s Flight ever rickity. It was put out of commission for many years after it broke and killed a German tourist.
Hector came by to pick me up and take me to dinner at Emi Fontana’s South Pasadena home where she made a killer Italian feast for for three kings. Also at dinner were the famous artists Marnie Weber and Mike Kelly. The conversation was very lively with Mike talking about seeing the films Human Centipede and Phillip Morris that starred Ewan McGreggor and Jim Carrey. Emi also showed us a short film by her boyfriend Michael that perfectly captured the spirit and feel of the Trespass Parade and Party
Dr. Jennifer Doyle hosts this very interesting salon. I wasn’t able to attend but here is some info on what was going on:
A Free & Open Seminar on Performance: Three Sundays (Jan 8, 15, 22)
This is a feminist conversation about politics and practice in performance, for artists & allies (programmers, hosts, writers, friends, lovers, spectators, crew, the band!) - This seminar is inspired by the city's history of feminist art pedagogy and is part of Human Resource's contributions to Pacific Standard Time.
January 8th, 15th and 22nd: 1pm-4pm
at Human Resources
410 Cottage Home St in Chinatown, 90012
Join us for an exploration of the questions raised in contemporary performance - while our agenda will be set collectively, the impetus for organizing this seminar was sparked by the intensity of the conversations that grew up around Yvonne Rainer's critique of Marina Abramovic's work with MOCA's 2011 gala fundraiser.
Those conversations have taken up the nature of feminist performance; the relationship of live art and performance to museum culture; the relationship of Los Angeles performance to independent spaces like HR; sexuality in performance; risk - as programmers or curators understand that and as artists understand that; survival - economic and emotional; race, class and "the art world" (what does that phrase mean); the "recovery" of Chican@ and African American art by that "art world" (e.g. exhibits across PST).
This is an interesting moment for performance artists - on the one hand, financial support for the genre is as dire and as politicized as ever - but the genre also has a lot of visibility and new forms of institutional currency. What does it mean to stage a feminist exporation about the politics and practice of performance? Contemporary feminist politics resists looking at sex/gender questions in isolation: race, class, ethnicity, the legacies of settler colonialism, the long shadow of the prison industrial complex - how and where to these issues factor into performance politics and practice? Add to this the way that new media forms make "old media" practices increasingly problematic - who owns their image in an age whose those images circulate widely and freely via the internet? How do artists differently confront the politics of their practices? What stake do queer/feminist artists have in those debates about appropriation and image rights?
These seminars will give artists & allies a chance to talk about the shifting sands upon which we work - this is a chance to examine the present but also to learn about the past (the NEA wars, the roots of performance as an anti-capitalist practice, the full range of feminist work in performance, queer performance [again, what does that mean?], the roots of performance in the political, interventionist strategies of artists of color).
Sunday, January 22, 2012
BETHANY EVER AFTER
Had a lovely meeting with Jose Promis, one of my beautiful Bricktops at the Parlour Club children who will be playing piano as part of my chamber ensemble for my Getty/Pacific Standard Time/West of Rome commission piece.It was lovely catching up with the handsome Mr. Promis who will be celebrating his birthday next Saturday when we have our dress rehearsal.
Its been grenada being back in Los Ang and the weather has certainly cooperated, but there is also a bit of a chill in that a severed head and body parts were found in Griffith Park below the Hollywood sign. You never know when danger will pop out at you here in the southland.
Two musical legends died this week---Etta James 73 and Johnny Otis 90. Ms. James had been suffering from cancer so her death was expected. Mr. Otis was a Greek man who melded into the African American diaspora so well that after so many years of living the negro life he actually ceased being a caucasion man.
Friday Hector ran me around town doing errands, and it took quite a bit of time negotiating the heavy non rush hour traffic. Had a sweet time with Hectrice(his new female name). He treated the doll to lunch at Tender Greens in WeHo on Santa Monica Blvd. I had the best BBQ chicken salad and soup. The tacky queens of the boulevard were in high gear and I had forgotten how amusing they could be.
We wound up at Farmers Market and the Grove and some point and had coffee and sweet rolls and oogled some gorgeous male beauties walking about with their bubble butts and flip flops. We ended our errand run in Silverlake, and back at Hector’s house on Maltman we had took time for cocktail hour and Hector made some incredible Vodka tonics. Hector’s lover Ericla came back from work and Hector cooked us a yummy snack with homemade hummis, then they dropped me off back at the Standard Hotel. I got back to working on my special artist book and later in the evening was visited by handsome Andrew Gould and his amazing young lover Uriel Miranda Vazquez who is a dream boy if ever there was one. It was so nice to take a break from my prep work and just hang out with this super attractive virile male couple and enjoy their masculine company.
The next morning I took a walk around downtown and discovered that the Embassy Hotel is closed down and boarded shut but the building on Grand & 9th is still imposing. At the top of the hotel is the divine Crystal Room. Actually the Cyrstal Room was my second choice of a site specific location that I wanted to use for this commission piece.
Dr. Jennifer Doyle took me for a fab early birthday breakfast at the trendy boite Bottega Louie in the old Brooks Brothers Building on 7th and Grand. This place is incredible. Our waiter looked like a young boy from the 1920s, and the other waiters were equally stunning. My Lobster Hash was heavenly. We went at the perfect time before it got super crowded as later on it got so loud it was impossible to hear each other as we chittle chatted. Dr. Doyle is applying for Amelia Jones’s old position at the University of Manchester. I hope she gets the job as I think Los Angeles just isn’t a good place for her and England could provide the perfect ticket for new stimuli for Dr. Doyle’s brilliant scholarship and writing.
My old punk rock pal Craig Roose took me to lunch at the Fisherman’s Outlet Seafood Restaurant and Market at 529 South Central Avenue. This place is legendary and is always packed to the rafters during the week with City Hall workers, businessmen and everyone who adores good old fashion grub. Craig and I both ordered the giant shrimp with cole slaw and dirty sleepy rice. After eating we drove around some of our old punky haunts off of Traction Avenue and talked about the old club The Hideaway which was run by this nerdy black punk guy in the late 70s who ran a clothing store next to the Vista Theatre called Alien. Later he had a store on Washington Blvd near Arlington called Checkerboard and he taught elementary school as a day job. I wonder what happened to him. Craig didn't remember him. I was so happy when Craig took me to a 99cents and under store at 2220 So Central Avenue near Adams that was incredible. I bought so many things that I needed for making my artist books. Craig went back to the hotel with me and we caught up on many things as I was working, laughing and hooting it up. I really love Craig,he is such a dear ole pal.
Had a lovely meeting with Jose Promis, one of my beautiful Bricktops at the Parlour Club children who will be playing piano as part of my chamber ensemble for my Getty/Pacific Standard Time/West of Rome commission piece.It was lovely catching up with the handsome Mr. Promis who will be celebrating his birthday next Saturday when we have our dress rehearsal.
Its been grenada being back in Los Ang and the weather has certainly cooperated, but there is also a bit of a chill in that a severed head and body parts were found in Griffith Park below the Hollywood sign. You never know when danger will pop out at you here in the southland.
Two musical legends died this week---Etta James 73 and Johnny Otis 90. Ms. James had been suffering from cancer so her death was expected. Mr. Otis was a Greek man who melded into the African American diaspora so well that after so many years of living the negro life he actually ceased being a caucasion man.
Friday Hector ran me around town doing errands, and it took quite a bit of time negotiating the heavy non rush hour traffic. Had a sweet time with Hectrice(his new female name). He treated the doll to lunch at Tender Greens in WeHo on Santa Monica Blvd. I had the best BBQ chicken salad and soup. The tacky queens of the boulevard were in high gear and I had forgotten how amusing they could be.
We wound up at Farmers Market and the Grove and some point and had coffee and sweet rolls and oogled some gorgeous male beauties walking about with their bubble butts and flip flops. We ended our errand run in Silverlake, and back at Hector’s house on Maltman we had took time for cocktail hour and Hector made some incredible Vodka tonics. Hector’s lover Ericla came back from work and Hector cooked us a yummy snack with homemade hummis, then they dropped me off back at the Standard Hotel. I got back to working on my special artist book and later in the evening was visited by handsome Andrew Gould and his amazing young lover Uriel Miranda Vazquez who is a dream boy if ever there was one. It was so nice to take a break from my prep work and just hang out with this super attractive virile male couple and enjoy their masculine company.
The next morning I took a walk around downtown and discovered that the Embassy Hotel is closed down and boarded shut but the building on Grand & 9th is still imposing. At the top of the hotel is the divine Crystal Room. Actually the Cyrstal Room was my second choice of a site specific location that I wanted to use for this commission piece.
Dr. Jennifer Doyle took me for a fab early birthday breakfast at the trendy boite Bottega Louie in the old Brooks Brothers Building on 7th and Grand. This place is incredible. Our waiter looked like a young boy from the 1920s, and the other waiters were equally stunning. My Lobster Hash was heavenly. We went at the perfect time before it got super crowded as later on it got so loud it was impossible to hear each other as we chittle chatted. Dr. Doyle is applying for Amelia Jones’s old position at the University of Manchester. I hope she gets the job as I think Los Angeles just isn’t a good place for her and England could provide the perfect ticket for new stimuli for Dr. Doyle’s brilliant scholarship and writing.
My old punk rock pal Craig Roose took me to lunch at the Fisherman’s Outlet Seafood Restaurant and Market at 529 South Central Avenue. This place is legendary and is always packed to the rafters during the week with City Hall workers, businessmen and everyone who adores good old fashion grub. Craig and I both ordered the giant shrimp with cole slaw and dirty sleepy rice. After eating we drove around some of our old punky haunts off of Traction Avenue and talked about the old club The Hideaway which was run by this nerdy black punk guy in the late 70s who ran a clothing store next to the Vista Theatre called Alien. Later he had a store on Washington Blvd near Arlington called Checkerboard and he taught elementary school as a day job. I wonder what happened to him. Craig didn't remember him. I was so happy when Craig took me to a 99cents and under store at 2220 So Central Avenue near Adams that was incredible. I bought so many things that I needed for making my artist books. Craig went back to the hotel with me and we caught up on many things as I was working, laughing and hooting it up. I really love Craig,he is such a dear ole pal.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
FUTZENEID/PUSSY ENVY
At the Amstedam Airport which has the stupidest name in the world--- Stippol or something like that. Why are there no cute boys in the Netherlands? Its not as bad as Poland which only has beautiful women--all the men look like Lech Walensa but almost as bad.Not one piece of male eye candy at the aerport.
Some aeroport worker who was tiny but nominally attractive and young, asked me some invasive questions about my traveling experience and use of the airport facilities. I told the little laptop of a boy that I always ask to transfer through Amsterdam as the other airports like Heathrow and DeGaulle either lose your luggage, have frequent delays or go on unexpected general strikes. I also told him they need more bathrooms in the boarding area and a better food court. He asked me how old am I and I said how old do you want me to be?
Of course I couldn’t get a good night sleep before traveling, just tossed and turned all night and listened to NPR Berlin. Communism aka: Daniel Hendrickson called me a cab and it was waiting for me bright eyed and bushytailed at 3:30 am. The Turkish driver was a young grump. I had opened the window because his taxi smelled so badly of funk and kebab grease but he complained that the cold air was aggrevating his sinuses or something in German that I couldn’t understand. Thank god that so early in the morn there was little traffic so we just sailed into Tegel Aeroport. The nice pursor on the plane asked a smallish woman sitting in an exit row if she would change with me so I had a nice comfy ride for the short pitstop to Holland. One of the trolley dolly’s was very personable good time Sally who took a major liking to me.
In Amsterdam I got to board the plane quickly and everything was looking very Bernadette Cooper. I didn’t get an exit row, but I had two empty seats which would make my trip to LA very comfortable. In fact the plane wasn’t so crowded and there were plenty of empty seats. But of course everything went wrong when they announced that something is wrong with the plane and we have to get off and board another one at a different gate delaying the trip for 3 hours. That’s a first for me. At least we didn’t have to sit on the tarmac for ages like in New York.
Because of the delay I loose my empty seats, but I did get a nice seat mate in a Korean mother who was very bubbly and talkative. Hector Martinez picks me up at the aeroport and its warm and lovely in Los Ang. I check into the Standard Hotel Downtown and my room is fantastic with a great Rear Window view of the loft apartment building The Pegasus where there are lots of hunks taking showers or showing off taunt pectorals in their windows like redlight district hookers. Hector took me to eat at Phillipe’s French Dip and I scarfed down a lamb sandwich and split pea soup that was out of this world.
In the morning Hector and I had breakfast at the Pantry after his workout at Gold’s Gym Downtown. LA keeps getting more and more expensive, and I’m sad to report that its infected The Pantry. But I shouldn’t complain because the Pantry is still cheaper then most places in LA, but the prices have gone up considerably which is a dirty shame.
My pretty & sweet young latino assistant from Inglewood, Daniel picks me up for our big walk-through at the Bullocks Wilshire Friday morning. I am completely jet lagged and excrement for brains. Our tour guide John comes with his own seven sisters type back up singer. John is quite officious and reminds me a little of the golden era Hollywood character actors Franklyn Panborn and Edward Everett Horton.
So great seeing my spiritual art sister Emi Fontana the creative director of public art agency West of Rome and her right hand gal Caren who is one of the world's most organized women. Their crew includes assistant Maria, and lovely Cathy Garcia of Daddy Magazine and hip architects Ravi & Frank.
I have many lovely memories of shopping at the Bullock’s Wilshire in the 70s and 80s including the wonderful going away party for me back in the early 80s at the Bullock’s tea room for my first big performances in New York City. John of the South Western Law School who manages the building also showed us the Dean’s offices and patio garden with luscious views of the Lafayette Park Wilshire corridor.
After the walkthrough Emi took us to Langer’s Deli in MacArthur Park for some yummy pastrami sandwiches. Later at the Standard hotel my hot British husband Andrew Gould came by with snacks and we got re-acqainted. It was marvelous spending time with hunky Andrew who is writing for the Guardian Newspaper as well as working for National Public Radio.
Saturday I had a long conversation with Glen Meadmore who told me he saw the famous homeless rollerskating queen of Beverly Hills who is an LA fixture since the 1970s His look these days is a bearded clam, a black hoody and spandex pantalettes. This famed LA character usually haunts Sunset Blvd in Beverly Hills near the famous park where George Michael was caught in the urinals or he’d be skating down Robertson Blvd near Burton Way.
Hector Martinez was sweet in taking me shopping on Hollywood Blvd to Miss Ellen’s wigstore, then we met with the fantastic Ms. Michele Mills of World of Wonder and Entertainment Tonight and we ate Mexican food at this cute little trendy place on Hollywood Blvd that made the most delish peach/mango Margarita’s. Later I met Emi on the rooftop of the Standard for drinks. I was going to go to some openings with her, but my stomach was acting up and I was starting to suffer from the flying patooties mixed with jet lag so it was best to stay in my nice comfy hotel room. Was paid a visit from my old cronies Dora of Ventura and Mark “Clitoris Turner” Maxwell and their posse who were just at the Music Center’s Ahmanson Theatre to see the Broadway musical Fela! Our other old pal from the 80s Boofy St. Marie designed the costumes for this play. It was sweet to re-connect with some familiar faces.
Sunday morning I had breakfast at House of Pies with my sister Teresita and my niece Terri Lynn Taylor who is so obese she makes Precious from the movie look like a size -0. Hadn’t seen my niece in almost 8 years. She has 4 or 5 children and her husband has been in jail for several months. It was nice connecting with relatives, though they all seem to have a very dark cloud hovering over them. My sister is a hoarder, and she just was released from the hospital and I am afraid she doesn’t have the drive for life. My close relatives are all dropping like flies. Its very sad.
Later that evening Marlou DeLuna and her husband Hal Marines took me to dinner at Taix on Sunset Blvd in Echo Park. I ordered the split pea soup, a Ceaser Salad and Muscles with Pommes Frites and drank two very strong vodka Gimlets. The waiters overheard us talking about my birthday and they surprised me with a chocolate mousse and sang Happy Birthday to me and the entire restaurant joined in. It was very embarrassing. And it takes a lot to embarrass me. After dinner Marlou & Hal dropped me off at Jeffreyland Hilbert’s house around the corner on LeMoyne Avenue and Jeffrey and I caught up on every little thing while he made some very potent cocktails in his usual style. Jeffrey's business with my former Club Sucker partner Frank Rodriguez Custom Kreative is branching out from advertising with the film and entertainment industry into making labels, and designs with non entertainment corporate clients and also doing design and creative directing of bars and restaurants. They have designed a new bar in downtown LA on 2nd & Broadway called The Pony Lounge that has an equestrian theme and they have also done the ads for a new film that is in dramatic competition at Sundance Film Festival called Middle of Nowhere directed by Ava Duvernay and features musical supervision by one of my other good friends Ms. Morgan Rhodes.
Something tells me we are going to be hearing a lot about Custom Kreative and Jeffreyland Hilbert. I adore me some Jeffreyland. He is fantasticals.
Monday Daniel brought me some snacks and more art supplies to work on my artist book and his friend Louis took us to Chinatown for some dimsum. We were going to the Police Academy Coffee Shop in Chavez Ravene but since it was Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. day the place was closed. I was very sorry about that as I was looking forward to oogling some cute police recruits and then walk the Elysian Park parths to check out the infamous gay cruising that happens there. Daniel’s muscular friend Louis is a hairdresser/realtor by trade and is very vivacious and sweet. Had a nice time with the boys. Later Andrew Gould came by my hotel with some tacos from a stand in Highland Park. The grub was delicious and we cleaned out a bottle of white wine on top of that.
At the Amstedam Airport which has the stupidest name in the world--- Stippol or something like that. Why are there no cute boys in the Netherlands? Its not as bad as Poland which only has beautiful women--all the men look like Lech Walensa but almost as bad.Not one piece of male eye candy at the aerport.
Some aeroport worker who was tiny but nominally attractive and young, asked me some invasive questions about my traveling experience and use of the airport facilities. I told the little laptop of a boy that I always ask to transfer through Amsterdam as the other airports like Heathrow and DeGaulle either lose your luggage, have frequent delays or go on unexpected general strikes. I also told him they need more bathrooms in the boarding area and a better food court. He asked me how old am I and I said how old do you want me to be?
Of course I couldn’t get a good night sleep before traveling, just tossed and turned all night and listened to NPR Berlin. Communism aka: Daniel Hendrickson called me a cab and it was waiting for me bright eyed and bushytailed at 3:30 am. The Turkish driver was a young grump. I had opened the window because his taxi smelled so badly of funk and kebab grease but he complained that the cold air was aggrevating his sinuses or something in German that I couldn’t understand. Thank god that so early in the morn there was little traffic so we just sailed into Tegel Aeroport. The nice pursor on the plane asked a smallish woman sitting in an exit row if she would change with me so I had a nice comfy ride for the short pitstop to Holland. One of the trolley dolly’s was very personable good time Sally who took a major liking to me.
In Amsterdam I got to board the plane quickly and everything was looking very Bernadette Cooper. I didn’t get an exit row, but I had two empty seats which would make my trip to LA very comfortable. In fact the plane wasn’t so crowded and there were plenty of empty seats. But of course everything went wrong when they announced that something is wrong with the plane and we have to get off and board another one at a different gate delaying the trip for 3 hours. That’s a first for me. At least we didn’t have to sit on the tarmac for ages like in New York.
Because of the delay I loose my empty seats, but I did get a nice seat mate in a Korean mother who was very bubbly and talkative. Hector Martinez picks me up at the aeroport and its warm and lovely in Los Ang. I check into the Standard Hotel Downtown and my room is fantastic with a great Rear Window view of the loft apartment building The Pegasus where there are lots of hunks taking showers or showing off taunt pectorals in their windows like redlight district hookers. Hector took me to eat at Phillipe’s French Dip and I scarfed down a lamb sandwich and split pea soup that was out of this world.
In the morning Hector and I had breakfast at the Pantry after his workout at Gold’s Gym Downtown. LA keeps getting more and more expensive, and I’m sad to report that its infected The Pantry. But I shouldn’t complain because the Pantry is still cheaper then most places in LA, but the prices have gone up considerably which is a dirty shame.
My pretty & sweet young latino assistant from Inglewood, Daniel picks me up for our big walk-through at the Bullocks Wilshire Friday morning. I am completely jet lagged and excrement for brains. Our tour guide John comes with his own seven sisters type back up singer. John is quite officious and reminds me a little of the golden era Hollywood character actors Franklyn Panborn and Edward Everett Horton.
So great seeing my spiritual art sister Emi Fontana the creative director of public art agency West of Rome and her right hand gal Caren who is one of the world's most organized women. Their crew includes assistant Maria, and lovely Cathy Garcia of Daddy Magazine and hip architects Ravi & Frank.
I have many lovely memories of shopping at the Bullock’s Wilshire in the 70s and 80s including the wonderful going away party for me back in the early 80s at the Bullock’s tea room for my first big performances in New York City. John of the South Western Law School who manages the building also showed us the Dean’s offices and patio garden with luscious views of the Lafayette Park Wilshire corridor.
After the walkthrough Emi took us to Langer’s Deli in MacArthur Park for some yummy pastrami sandwiches. Later at the Standard hotel my hot British husband Andrew Gould came by with snacks and we got re-acqainted. It was marvelous spending time with hunky Andrew who is writing for the Guardian Newspaper as well as working for National Public Radio.
Saturday I had a long conversation with Glen Meadmore who told me he saw the famous homeless rollerskating queen of Beverly Hills who is an LA fixture since the 1970s His look these days is a bearded clam, a black hoody and spandex pantalettes. This famed LA character usually haunts Sunset Blvd in Beverly Hills near the famous park where George Michael was caught in the urinals or he’d be skating down Robertson Blvd near Burton Way.
Hector Martinez was sweet in taking me shopping on Hollywood Blvd to Miss Ellen’s wigstore, then we met with the fantastic Ms. Michele Mills of World of Wonder and Entertainment Tonight and we ate Mexican food at this cute little trendy place on Hollywood Blvd that made the most delish peach/mango Margarita’s. Later I met Emi on the rooftop of the Standard for drinks. I was going to go to some openings with her, but my stomach was acting up and I was starting to suffer from the flying patooties mixed with jet lag so it was best to stay in my nice comfy hotel room. Was paid a visit from my old cronies Dora of Ventura and Mark “Clitoris Turner” Maxwell and their posse who were just at the Music Center’s Ahmanson Theatre to see the Broadway musical Fela! Our other old pal from the 80s Boofy St. Marie designed the costumes for this play. It was sweet to re-connect with some familiar faces.
Sunday morning I had breakfast at House of Pies with my sister Teresita and my niece Terri Lynn Taylor who is so obese she makes Precious from the movie look like a size -0. Hadn’t seen my niece in almost 8 years. She has 4 or 5 children and her husband has been in jail for several months. It was nice connecting with relatives, though they all seem to have a very dark cloud hovering over them. My sister is a hoarder, and she just was released from the hospital and I am afraid she doesn’t have the drive for life. My close relatives are all dropping like flies. Its very sad.
Later that evening Marlou DeLuna and her husband Hal Marines took me to dinner at Taix on Sunset Blvd in Echo Park. I ordered the split pea soup, a Ceaser Salad and Muscles with Pommes Frites and drank two very strong vodka Gimlets. The waiters overheard us talking about my birthday and they surprised me with a chocolate mousse and sang Happy Birthday to me and the entire restaurant joined in. It was very embarrassing. And it takes a lot to embarrass me. After dinner Marlou & Hal dropped me off at Jeffreyland Hilbert’s house around the corner on LeMoyne Avenue and Jeffrey and I caught up on every little thing while he made some very potent cocktails in his usual style. Jeffrey's business with my former Club Sucker partner Frank Rodriguez Custom Kreative is branching out from advertising with the film and entertainment industry into making labels, and designs with non entertainment corporate clients and also doing design and creative directing of bars and restaurants. They have designed a new bar in downtown LA on 2nd & Broadway called The Pony Lounge that has an equestrian theme and they have also done the ads for a new film that is in dramatic competition at Sundance Film Festival called Middle of Nowhere directed by Ava Duvernay and features musical supervision by one of my other good friends Ms. Morgan Rhodes.
Something tells me we are going to be hearing a lot about Custom Kreative and Jeffreyland Hilbert. I adore me some Jeffreyland. He is fantasticals.
Monday Daniel brought me some snacks and more art supplies to work on my artist book and his friend Louis took us to Chinatown for some dimsum. We were going to the Police Academy Coffee Shop in Chavez Ravene but since it was Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. day the place was closed. I was very sorry about that as I was looking forward to oogling some cute police recruits and then walk the Elysian Park parths to check out the infamous gay cruising that happens there. Daniel’s muscular friend Louis is a hairdresser/realtor by trade and is very vivacious and sweet. Had a nice time with the boys. Later Andrew Gould came by my hotel with some tacos from a stand in Highland Park. The grub was delicious and we cleaned out a bottle of white wine on top of that.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
DREI KOENIGE DREI
The handsomest man in all of Europa Uli Ziemons was celebrating his 30th birthday Saturday at this little underground restaurant space called Merkezi on Adalbertstrasse in Kreuzberg.When I arrived the place was already packed with youngsters and Uli was behind the turntables playing from his excellent vinyl collection. On hand was Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus who is Berlin’s number one birthday lady subscribing to the cult of birthdayism, Daniel Hendrickson and his gorgeous ItalioGerman lover Piero Bellomo, Nadja Talmi of Haus of World Cultures, Canuckian Andre Mark Pennock, Little Alex of Macedonia, DJ Olga Damnitz and Nanna Heidenreich of Arsenal Experimental.
In the morning I took Daniel Hendrickson and his beau Piero to breakfast at La Femme the KreuzKoelln Turkish boite to celebrate his birthday. Miracle of miracles Daniel and Uli were both born on the same day just decades apart.
Monday morning I had a charming breakfast date with Jan Klesse of Tenderloin at Builder Buch Café on Akazien Str in Schoeneberg. Jan never fails to delight me. He is such a sweet, loving young boy and I am a lucky wo-man that he is in my life. He prepared for me a CD of Tenderloin demos that I can peruse while in Los Angeles in preparation for Tenderloin’s big performance debut as part of Camp Anti-Camp in April. The Camp Anti-Camp festival at HAU 2 in April is curated by CHEAP’s Marc Siegel and Susanne Sachsse and will feature musical performances by punk legend Jayne County, goddess Kembra and her Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black and Warhol starina Miss Holly Woodlawn.
After breakfast with Jan I had to rush across town for luncheon at La Sachsse’s which was also a pow wow meeting for the upcoming tour of Communist Bigamist. Almost everyone connected with the piece was there including kJohnny and Tim Blue, Nazli Kilerci, Nebojsa Tabacki and the voice of communism Daniel Hendrickson.A lovely time was had by all and the food was out of this world including a delicious linsen salad, Pumpkin Shzataki Casserole and Lamb of Jena.Yowza!
Borrowed a most unusual book from Marc Siegel called Film Stars Don’t Die in Liverpool by Peter Turner who was the last young lover of Hollywood Film Noir legend Gloria Grahame who died age 57 of stomach cancer in 1981. It’s a very short tome only 143 pages but completely riveting with its Denton Welch like strident prose. Mr. Turner was a young British Actor who had an affair with the star that lasted about two years after they met in the late 1970s in England. He was around 26 and she was in her 50s.They had broken up but he and his decidedly lower middle class family wind up taking care of her when she becomes gravely ill in England while doing a play. She refuses to go the hospital and his entire extended family gets wrapped up in the house of her deluded Hollywood reality. Its sad, yet somehow joyous at the same time. Did Mr.Turner ever write anything else? He should have gone on to write an entire novel or memoir about his clan in Liverpool. I would read his grocery list.
Miss Gloria Grahame, like silent film star Louise Brooks was quite an iconoclast. Like me she was born in Los Angeles a true LA native in every aspect. She first received major attention in Hollywood in the 1946 Jimmy Stewart holiday classic It’s a Wonderful Life playing a floozie and received her first academy award nomination for Crossfire in 1947. She won the award in 1952 for Vincente Minnelli’s The Bad and the Beautiful. Her Hollywood career in big budget films began to wane after she appeared in the musical Oklahoma in 1955 as Ado Annie the Girl Who Caint Say No. But what solidified her fame besides her numerous roles as intense femme fatales was her LA horndoggedy heart. She was married to director Nicolas Ray (Rebel Without a Cause)who directed her in In A Lonely Place with Humphrey Bogart. Well the director caught his young wife in bed with his oversexed 13 year old son Anthony Ray(from a previous marriage) Tony Ray was a smoldering little boy flesh pot if ever there was one. There must have been something there in their Mary Kay LaTerneaux conjoining because a decade later she married the boy when he was in his early twenties and she was around 37. The marriage was her longest and they produced two sons together. She also has a child by Nicolas Ray named Tim Ray which makes Anthony Ray his brother and step father-sounds confusing? well it is Blanche.
I love this announcement from Machaca warrior about my visit back to Los Ang:
The Gaping Art Hole will be Patched for a few weeks!
The media is holding Public prayer sessions in the Hopes that Jesus will
intervene on all the Mass suicides by Hot Young Big Peniled Men...killing
themselves in Public over the Void the Vagimule has left in their Holes..
The handsomest man in all of Europa Uli Ziemons was celebrating his 30th birthday Saturday at this little underground restaurant space called Merkezi on Adalbertstrasse in Kreuzberg.When I arrived the place was already packed with youngsters and Uli was behind the turntables playing from his excellent vinyl collection. On hand was Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus who is Berlin’s number one birthday lady subscribing to the cult of birthdayism, Daniel Hendrickson and his gorgeous ItalioGerman lover Piero Bellomo, Nadja Talmi of Haus of World Cultures, Canuckian Andre Mark Pennock, Little Alex of Macedonia, DJ Olga Damnitz and Nanna Heidenreich of Arsenal Experimental.
In the morning I took Daniel Hendrickson and his beau Piero to breakfast at La Femme the KreuzKoelln Turkish boite to celebrate his birthday. Miracle of miracles Daniel and Uli were both born on the same day just decades apart.
Monday morning I had a charming breakfast date with Jan Klesse of Tenderloin at Builder Buch Café on Akazien Str in Schoeneberg. Jan never fails to delight me. He is such a sweet, loving young boy and I am a lucky wo-man that he is in my life. He prepared for me a CD of Tenderloin demos that I can peruse while in Los Angeles in preparation for Tenderloin’s big performance debut as part of Camp Anti-Camp in April. The Camp Anti-Camp festival at HAU 2 in April is curated by CHEAP’s Marc Siegel and Susanne Sachsse and will feature musical performances by punk legend Jayne County, goddess Kembra and her Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black and Warhol starina Miss Holly Woodlawn.
After breakfast with Jan I had to rush across town for luncheon at La Sachsse’s which was also a pow wow meeting for the upcoming tour of Communist Bigamist. Almost everyone connected with the piece was there including kJohnny and Tim Blue, Nazli Kilerci, Nebojsa Tabacki and the voice of communism Daniel Hendrickson.A lovely time was had by all and the food was out of this world including a delicious linsen salad, Pumpkin Shzataki Casserole and Lamb of Jena.Yowza!
Borrowed a most unusual book from Marc Siegel called Film Stars Don’t Die in Liverpool by Peter Turner who was the last young lover of Hollywood Film Noir legend Gloria Grahame who died age 57 of stomach cancer in 1981. It’s a very short tome only 143 pages but completely riveting with its Denton Welch like strident prose. Mr. Turner was a young British Actor who had an affair with the star that lasted about two years after they met in the late 1970s in England. He was around 26 and she was in her 50s.They had broken up but he and his decidedly lower middle class family wind up taking care of her when she becomes gravely ill in England while doing a play. She refuses to go the hospital and his entire extended family gets wrapped up in the house of her deluded Hollywood reality. Its sad, yet somehow joyous at the same time. Did Mr.Turner ever write anything else? He should have gone on to write an entire novel or memoir about his clan in Liverpool. I would read his grocery list.
Miss Gloria Grahame, like silent film star Louise Brooks was quite an iconoclast. Like me she was born in Los Angeles a true LA native in every aspect. She first received major attention in Hollywood in the 1946 Jimmy Stewart holiday classic It’s a Wonderful Life playing a floozie and received her first academy award nomination for Crossfire in 1947. She won the award in 1952 for Vincente Minnelli’s The Bad and the Beautiful. Her Hollywood career in big budget films began to wane after she appeared in the musical Oklahoma in 1955 as Ado Annie the Girl Who Caint Say No. But what solidified her fame besides her numerous roles as intense femme fatales was her LA horndoggedy heart. She was married to director Nicolas Ray (Rebel Without a Cause)who directed her in In A Lonely Place with Humphrey Bogart. Well the director caught his young wife in bed with his oversexed 13 year old son Anthony Ray(from a previous marriage) Tony Ray was a smoldering little boy flesh pot if ever there was one. There must have been something there in their Mary Kay LaTerneaux conjoining because a decade later she married the boy when he was in his early twenties and she was around 37. The marriage was her longest and they produced two sons together. She also has a child by Nicolas Ray named Tim Ray which makes Anthony Ray his brother and step father-sounds confusing? well it is Blanche.
I love this announcement from Machaca warrior about my visit back to Los Ang:
The Gaping Art Hole will be Patched for a few weeks!
The media is holding Public prayer sessions in the Hopes that Jesus will
intervene on all the Mass suicides by Hot Young Big Peniled Men...killing
themselves in Public over the Void the Vagimule has left in their Holes..
Thursday, January 05, 2012
SO ISSES
Took a break from writing text for my West of Rome/Getty/Pacific Standard Time commission piece to have a breakfast date with my two young sweet Tenderloin boys Jan Klesse and Andreas Stoiber at Café More in Nollendorky Platz. We had a hoot of a time shooting the proverbial breeze. Andreas gave me a copy of is CD Hello World where he takes on the persona of Krach der Roboter.I can't wait to listen to it. Earlier walking over to the boite with Jan from Rote Insel Jan told me some very interesting stories about his family during World War 2 that was completely engrossing. His grandfather and his grandmother are still alive at ages 90 and 86 and his granddad is missing an arm from the war. His grandmother’s brother was killed at age 20 for speaking out against the Nazi’regime in the public square.
We also talked about my pen pals as a child and how when I use to write to one French boy when I was in elementary school how surprised I was by his political protest activity at such a young age.
Oh received these sex emugs from a good friend of mine in the states. Hope you enjoy:
I had a visit this afternoon from my lil bike buddy.
He was in a super horny mood today. He walked in, I was in a suit, he stripped down, and did an acrobatic hand stand number with his pink hot lil foondio in my face...I was sitting and his hands were on the floor, if u can imagine that. It was a deep munch session and straight into some bootie action.
He says young guys don't know how to fuck. I had him on his belly, side ways, puposa style and on all fours arched high with a straight down the hole push. He said, he was new to the high back arch and bootie dig...
The kid is very flexible and shoots huge loads. Two loads were offered up to
the Gods today and then he slept for about an hour.
***
Yesterday I was home working when I get a text message from the little dude I sent u pics of. He wanted to hang out, that normally means he wants to get fucked. I told him to stop by. He was over soon after, he stripped down and started massaging me and was boned up rock hard as soon as he took his chonies off.
I took in the massage, didn't touch him back, I just let him take care of daddy! He was out of control horned up, arching his ass so I can see, rubbing my body with his, he was all Cat in Heat!
I let him continue and paid little attention to his needs and worried about my needs. I was all Mac Momma!
It wasn't until about 1 hour or so later, i let him suck my chorizo, which was very short, as he wanted to mount me, as he says. He has such a Hot lil body, and his tiny tight pink Butt Hole is delicious... he finally sat on my chorizo, on his second trust he shot a fucken guzzler of cum all over my chest, face, eye, hair, ear and pillow... at that point, i started my jack hammer fuck and pushed him as he said, to another level. I held his ass tight until I worked my own Nut. So, it was over, I was busy, he slept for about 3hrs. (it was his day off) it was hot. he's a hottie.
***
My very talented student Stine from Malmo Art Academy in Malmo Sweden emailed me her schedule with her band for the next few weeks. If you get a chance go and see her perform let me know how you liked it as I won’t be in Berlin for most of Jan and February.
Jan 14th at some place called supamolly but think thats just a soliparty for a lost street
Jan 26th at king kong club berlin think this one will be fun
Feb 25th at madame claudes xberg
Below is the latest update from Ms. Elly Clark the delightful young British artist and gallerist.
The Mobility Project
Curated by Elly Clarke / Clarke Gallery
At The Meter Room
58-64 Corporation Street
Coventry CV1 1FG
meterroom.org
With work by Simon Clark, Elly Clarke, Enda O’Donoghue, Kerstin Honeit, Rebecca Pittman, plan b/Sophia New & Dan Belasco Rogers, Fedora Romita and Kym Ward
Private View: 19.01.2012
And then exhibition is open 20.01.2012 – 19.02.2012 – Friday-Sunday 1-5pm
Panel Discussion: 21.01.2012, 2pm – with all artists plus Alfredo Cramerotti
Clarke Gallery is delighted and honoured to bring The Mobility Project to The Meter Room. This is the second stop of this exhibition, which began at Galerie Suvi Lehtinen in Berlin. We are extremely grateful for the support of Arts Council England, Coventry Council and Culture Ireland - without which this exhibition - and all artists - could not have come to Coventry.
“Keep connected, you are never alone, never alone with a mobile phone in your pocket.”1
Over the last decade, particularly since the mass take-up of the mobile phone, the ever-increasing mobility - of people, goods, information and images - has radically altered the way we perceive, interpret, navigate and even describe the world. Notions of presence and absence, solitude and togetherness and even of geography are changing as our personally tailored collections of contacts, communities, photos and politics are with us 24/7. The way we travel around the places we live in, and how we interact with others whilst we’re there, has a great impact on the way we understand not only where we are but also who we are. Communication and movement are, and always have been, closely linked, dictating the scope of our influence. But today, in a world where one tweeted photo can be seen across five continents within seconds, that influence can reach areas and cultures of which we have no concept.
This exhibition presents seven different projections of mobility. From Simon Clark’s epic cycle journey around the UK delivering postcards he picked up from the Galapagos Islands direct into people’s hands to plan b’s live redrawing of their GPS traces gathered (and redrawn) day by day during visits to the UK over the past few years direct onto the gallery wall; from Enda O’Donoghue paintings created from low-res mobile phone photos found on the internet to Kerstin Honeit’s multi-city performance-experiments where she instructs women to stand on the same area of pavement for fifteen minutes; from Fedora Romita’s audio recordings of the U-Bahn network of Berlin as a means of getting to know the city she just moved to, to Rebecca Pittman’s two screen video installation of her journey along a featureless road in the states listening to driving music and finally also my own five minute video showing an unexpected moment of stillness on the German Autobahn - these are personal portraits of navigation. But, between them, they touch on wider issues that affect us all as we negotiate our way around the world - including gender, power, surveillance and the relationship between physical and virtual materiality.
On 21st January at 2pm a panel discussion will take place in the gallery, featuring all the artists in the show, a performance lecture by Kym Ward and guest speaker artist/curator Alfredo Cramerotti.
All work in this exhibition is for sale. There is also a specially commissioned set of prints by all exhibiting artists - the sales of which will help fund this exhibition’s onward journey.
Many thanks to Dan Pryde-Jarmen of the Meter Room, Daisy Ware-Jarrett, Genea Bailey and all artists.
Elly Clarke is an artist & curator based in Berlin and Birmingham, UK.
1Excerpt from Instanteous Culture by Berlin band Theodor Storm
***
My horndog pal with the exagerrated sex life sent me another little missive that i think is very cute:
I got an email from a Hot Ass'd swimmer checking in with me if I'm interested in a 3-G today.
I get a second email from a yoga friend letting me know that today he's having a little gathering, with a 21 year old hottie as the Fuck Machine, if I'd like to join him...
Negra, I just want Peace in the Middle East and get on with my work!
Took a break from writing text for my West of Rome/Getty/Pacific Standard Time commission piece to have a breakfast date with my two young sweet Tenderloin boys Jan Klesse and Andreas Stoiber at Café More in Nollendorky Platz. We had a hoot of a time shooting the proverbial breeze. Andreas gave me a copy of is CD Hello World where he takes on the persona of Krach der Roboter.I can't wait to listen to it. Earlier walking over to the boite with Jan from Rote Insel Jan told me some very interesting stories about his family during World War 2 that was completely engrossing. His grandfather and his grandmother are still alive at ages 90 and 86 and his granddad is missing an arm from the war. His grandmother’s brother was killed at age 20 for speaking out against the Nazi’regime in the public square.
We also talked about my pen pals as a child and how when I use to write to one French boy when I was in elementary school how surprised I was by his political protest activity at such a young age.
Oh received these sex emugs from a good friend of mine in the states. Hope you enjoy:
I had a visit this afternoon from my lil bike buddy.
He was in a super horny mood today. He walked in, I was in a suit, he stripped down, and did an acrobatic hand stand number with his pink hot lil foondio in my face...I was sitting and his hands were on the floor, if u can imagine that. It was a deep munch session and straight into some bootie action.
He says young guys don't know how to fuck. I had him on his belly, side ways, puposa style and on all fours arched high with a straight down the hole push. He said, he was new to the high back arch and bootie dig...
The kid is very flexible and shoots huge loads. Two loads were offered up to
the Gods today and then he slept for about an hour.
***
Yesterday I was home working when I get a text message from the little dude I sent u pics of. He wanted to hang out, that normally means he wants to get fucked. I told him to stop by. He was over soon after, he stripped down and started massaging me and was boned up rock hard as soon as he took his chonies off.
I took in the massage, didn't touch him back, I just let him take care of daddy! He was out of control horned up, arching his ass so I can see, rubbing my body with his, he was all Cat in Heat!
I let him continue and paid little attention to his needs and worried about my needs. I was all Mac Momma!
It wasn't until about 1 hour or so later, i let him suck my chorizo, which was very short, as he wanted to mount me, as he says. He has such a Hot lil body, and his tiny tight pink Butt Hole is delicious... he finally sat on my chorizo, on his second trust he shot a fucken guzzler of cum all over my chest, face, eye, hair, ear and pillow... at that point, i started my jack hammer fuck and pushed him as he said, to another level. I held his ass tight until I worked my own Nut. So, it was over, I was busy, he slept for about 3hrs. (it was his day off) it was hot. he's a hottie.
***
My very talented student Stine from Malmo Art Academy in Malmo Sweden emailed me her schedule with her band for the next few weeks. If you get a chance go and see her perform let me know how you liked it as I won’t be in Berlin for most of Jan and February.
Jan 14th at some place called supamolly but think thats just a soliparty for a lost street
Jan 26th at king kong club berlin think this one will be fun
Feb 25th at madame claudes xberg
Below is the latest update from Ms. Elly Clark the delightful young British artist and gallerist.
The Mobility Project
Curated by Elly Clarke / Clarke Gallery
At The Meter Room
58-64 Corporation Street
Coventry CV1 1FG
meterroom.org
With work by Simon Clark, Elly Clarke, Enda O’Donoghue, Kerstin Honeit, Rebecca Pittman, plan b/Sophia New & Dan Belasco Rogers, Fedora Romita and Kym Ward
Private View: 19.01.2012
And then exhibition is open 20.01.2012 – 19.02.2012 – Friday-Sunday 1-5pm
Panel Discussion: 21.01.2012, 2pm – with all artists plus Alfredo Cramerotti
Clarke Gallery is delighted and honoured to bring The Mobility Project to The Meter Room. This is the second stop of this exhibition, which began at Galerie Suvi Lehtinen in Berlin. We are extremely grateful for the support of Arts Council England, Coventry Council and Culture Ireland - without which this exhibition - and all artists - could not have come to Coventry.
“Keep connected, you are never alone, never alone with a mobile phone in your pocket.”1
Over the last decade, particularly since the mass take-up of the mobile phone, the ever-increasing mobility - of people, goods, information and images - has radically altered the way we perceive, interpret, navigate and even describe the world. Notions of presence and absence, solitude and togetherness and even of geography are changing as our personally tailored collections of contacts, communities, photos and politics are with us 24/7. The way we travel around the places we live in, and how we interact with others whilst we’re there, has a great impact on the way we understand not only where we are but also who we are. Communication and movement are, and always have been, closely linked, dictating the scope of our influence. But today, in a world where one tweeted photo can be seen across five continents within seconds, that influence can reach areas and cultures of which we have no concept.
This exhibition presents seven different projections of mobility. From Simon Clark’s epic cycle journey around the UK delivering postcards he picked up from the Galapagos Islands direct into people’s hands to plan b’s live redrawing of their GPS traces gathered (and redrawn) day by day during visits to the UK over the past few years direct onto the gallery wall; from Enda O’Donoghue paintings created from low-res mobile phone photos found on the internet to Kerstin Honeit’s multi-city performance-experiments where she instructs women to stand on the same area of pavement for fifteen minutes; from Fedora Romita’s audio recordings of the U-Bahn network of Berlin as a means of getting to know the city she just moved to, to Rebecca Pittman’s two screen video installation of her journey along a featureless road in the states listening to driving music and finally also my own five minute video showing an unexpected moment of stillness on the German Autobahn - these are personal portraits of navigation. But, between them, they touch on wider issues that affect us all as we negotiate our way around the world - including gender, power, surveillance and the relationship between physical and virtual materiality.
On 21st January at 2pm a panel discussion will take place in the gallery, featuring all the artists in the show, a performance lecture by Kym Ward and guest speaker artist/curator Alfredo Cramerotti.
All work in this exhibition is for sale. There is also a specially commissioned set of prints by all exhibiting artists - the sales of which will help fund this exhibition’s onward journey.
Many thanks to Dan Pryde-Jarmen of the Meter Room, Daisy Ware-Jarrett, Genea Bailey and all artists.
Elly Clarke is an artist & curator based in Berlin and Birmingham, UK.
1Excerpt from Instanteous Culture by Berlin band Theodor Storm
***
My horndog pal with the exagerrated sex life sent me another little missive that i think is very cute:
I got an email from a Hot Ass'd swimmer checking in with me if I'm interested in a 3-G today.
I get a second email from a yoga friend letting me know that today he's having a little gathering, with a 21 year old hottie as the Fuck Machine, if I'd like to join him...
Negra, I just want Peace in the Middle East and get on with my work!
Monday, January 02, 2012
DIE LIEBES KUMMERA
Cozy holiday dinner party at Piero Bellomo’s spacious Lutzoplatz flat with delicious food cooked by his lover Communism aka: Daniel Hendrickson that included flying fish,teutonic potatoes croqs,green bean pistillaries and a tart floozy for desert. Piero is Mr. Christmas and really lights up during the holidays, the delightful small gathering also included part of Piero’s Greek posse of the bubbly and personable Ms. Mariana and dimunitive queeny straight dude Elitheris who is a doctor of optometry. I don’t celebrate Christmas but that didn’t stop Piero from gifting the doll with lovely presents that included some of his latest sportwear designs, bedding, make-up and nail polish. Thank you Piero for taking care of this insane wo-man.
Christmas day I spent with Baby Diaper Joel Gibb of the Hidden Cameras at his Rix Dorf compound for a Xmas brunch that featured his hearty pumpkin soup. The handsome artist and musician is one of my favorite peeps and is so childlike and playful that I always have a splendid time with him. The next evening was invited to a post Christmas dinner brunch with a lot of celebrities who I cannot name at this time as lots of secrets were discussed and I gave my word that I wouldn’t broadcast this information on my blogina, so sorry but I have to keep somethings private.
Tuesday I spent the early evening at Uli Ziemon’s who was helping me prep some musical materials for my big performance in Los Angeles via the Getty/Pacific Standard Time and West of Rome. Uli also cooked the doll a scrumptious dinner, then we took off for the Arsenal to see a packed screening of Jonathan Demme’s Stop Making Sense featuring The Talking Heads. The last time I saw the film was when it was released at a premiere at Hollywoodd’s Cinerama Dome and at the after party at the Hollywood Athletic Club I was being chased by the band’s drummer and the film’s director. I made out with both of them, though Sean DeLear wound up bedding the drummer. Also dancing and singing along in the Arsenal aisle: Daniel Hendrickson, Angela Anderson aka: Olga Damnitz and birthday girl Angela Melitoupoulous.
Wednesday it was the yearly Hannukah feast by Jewish Muslim Daniel Hendrickson at his Neu Koelln apartment. There is nothing more delicious then homemade latkes and persimmon pudding washed down by a champagne cocktail and the entirety of CHEAP was on hand to chow including Marc Siegel, Susanne Sachsse, Tim &kJohnny Blue, Salome&Richard Gersch with Miss Vicky and Piero Bellomo.
The next morning I went to breakfast with Mr. Uli Ziemons, the handsomest man in all of New Germany at the More Café. Uli really turns heads and everyone in the joint was trying to get his attention, but of course he only had eyes for his Vagimule doll.
Was taking a break from working on my text for my new performance piece in Los Angeles that takes place at the site specific location of the famed Bullock’s Wilshire Department Store. So I dashed around the corner to catch a screening at the Xenon theatre of the German gay film Romeos directed by Sabine Bernardi that features Rick Okon as a young F2M falling in love with a mega hot half German half Turkish boy played by the stunning male ingénue Maximillian Befort. Mr. Befort is major eye candy and he and Mr. Okon were quite effective as well as Liv Lisa Fries as a randy lesbiana. The performances were sincere & compelling, but the film had too much of an overall TV movie feel to it. Last night had a juicy playdate with Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus who introduced me to Silence, the Kreuzberg healing house and holistic massage center that features computerized jade thermal massage that got me feeling very whorelistic. After the massage met with Susanne Sachsse, Marc Siegel, Nanna Heidenreich, Daniel Hendrickson and Piero Bellomo at a wonderful Italian restaurant La Bionda(The Blonde Girl)where I ate a most appetizing salami pizza. 2nite is new year’s eve and the fireworks that highlight Silvester celebrations in Berlin are going to be even more intense as the city ok’d bigger and louder fireworks being sold to the general public. I hate Silvester celebrations as the city sounds like a war zone. I plan on trying to get some writing done and then its bedtime by 10pm. If I am not working on New Year’s Eve I spend the time doing something productive like meditation or writing, but I never go to parties as that would be trite.
Cozy holiday dinner party at Piero Bellomo’s spacious Lutzoplatz flat with delicious food cooked by his lover Communism aka: Daniel Hendrickson that included flying fish,teutonic potatoes croqs,green bean pistillaries and a tart floozy for desert. Piero is Mr. Christmas and really lights up during the holidays, the delightful small gathering also included part of Piero’s Greek posse of the bubbly and personable Ms. Mariana and dimunitive queeny straight dude Elitheris who is a doctor of optometry. I don’t celebrate Christmas but that didn’t stop Piero from gifting the doll with lovely presents that included some of his latest sportwear designs, bedding, make-up and nail polish. Thank you Piero for taking care of this insane wo-man.
Christmas day I spent with Baby Diaper Joel Gibb of the Hidden Cameras at his Rix Dorf compound for a Xmas brunch that featured his hearty pumpkin soup. The handsome artist and musician is one of my favorite peeps and is so childlike and playful that I always have a splendid time with him. The next evening was invited to a post Christmas dinner brunch with a lot of celebrities who I cannot name at this time as lots of secrets were discussed and I gave my word that I wouldn’t broadcast this information on my blogina, so sorry but I have to keep somethings private.
Tuesday I spent the early evening at Uli Ziemon’s who was helping me prep some musical materials for my big performance in Los Angeles via the Getty/Pacific Standard Time and West of Rome. Uli also cooked the doll a scrumptious dinner, then we took off for the Arsenal to see a packed screening of Jonathan Demme’s Stop Making Sense featuring The Talking Heads. The last time I saw the film was when it was released at a premiere at Hollywoodd’s Cinerama Dome and at the after party at the Hollywood Athletic Club I was being chased by the band’s drummer and the film’s director. I made out with both of them, though Sean DeLear wound up bedding the drummer. Also dancing and singing along in the Arsenal aisle: Daniel Hendrickson, Angela Anderson aka: Olga Damnitz and birthday girl Angela Melitoupoulous.
Wednesday it was the yearly Hannukah feast by Jewish Muslim Daniel Hendrickson at his Neu Koelln apartment. There is nothing more delicious then homemade latkes and persimmon pudding washed down by a champagne cocktail and the entirety of CHEAP was on hand to chow including Marc Siegel, Susanne Sachsse, Tim &kJohnny Blue, Salome&Richard Gersch with Miss Vicky and Piero Bellomo.
The next morning I went to breakfast with Mr. Uli Ziemons, the handsomest man in all of New Germany at the More Café. Uli really turns heads and everyone in the joint was trying to get his attention, but of course he only had eyes for his Vagimule doll.
Was taking a break from working on my text for my new performance piece in Los Angeles that takes place at the site specific location of the famed Bullock’s Wilshire Department Store. So I dashed around the corner to catch a screening at the Xenon theatre of the German gay film Romeos directed by Sabine Bernardi that features Rick Okon as a young F2M falling in love with a mega hot half German half Turkish boy played by the stunning male ingénue Maximillian Befort. Mr. Befort is major eye candy and he and Mr. Okon were quite effective as well as Liv Lisa Fries as a randy lesbiana. The performances were sincere & compelling, but the film had too much of an overall TV movie feel to it. Last night had a juicy playdate with Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus who introduced me to Silence, the Kreuzberg healing house and holistic massage center that features computerized jade thermal massage that got me feeling very whorelistic. After the massage met with Susanne Sachsse, Marc Siegel, Nanna Heidenreich, Daniel Hendrickson and Piero Bellomo at a wonderful Italian restaurant La Bionda(The Blonde Girl)where I ate a most appetizing salami pizza. 2nite is new year’s eve and the fireworks that highlight Silvester celebrations in Berlin are going to be even more intense as the city ok’d bigger and louder fireworks being sold to the general public. I hate Silvester celebrations as the city sounds like a war zone. I plan on trying to get some writing done and then its bedtime by 10pm. If I am not working on New Year’s Eve I spend the time doing something productive like meditation or writing, but I never go to parties as that would be trite.
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