THE PINK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY
I have been trying to process the death of British fashion designer Alexander McQueen. I didn´t know him that well, but he did consider me a muse, and was always quite loving and sweet to me. I first met him when he was quite young, and was an apprentice with a Saville Row tailor. At that time i was getting over the death of another genius Leigh Bowery. I have a sore throat and awful nose congestion at the moment, so I won´t go into all the speculation about how Mr. McQueen died. The emails i have been getting on the subject are something else, let me tell you. They can be quite harsh in the queen mumland.
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Went to the opening of Forum Expanded at the University de Kunst in the Tiergarten. I was late getting there as i couldnt remember how to find the goddamn place. Everything looks different in the snow.I probably shouldnt have ventured out in the cold as it made my flu worse. Thank god Evelyn Rüssler and her handsome Israeli posse of Lior Shamriz and beau Imre were there and rescued me by giving me a ride home so that i wouldnt have to trudge in the sleet. Also mucho thanks to Koen Claerhouten, the Flemish royal for tending to my womanly needs and filling my craw with vino. Arsenal Empress Stefanie Schulte Strathaus was looking very lovely and girlish with her sparkling eyes. Some Toronto filmmaker who looked like a younger version of Canadian crooner Mica Barnes was laying it on thick wanting me to be in some film project of his. Suddenly everyone is wanting me to act in their film or video. Why am i suddenly on everyone´s radar? Well i am booked pretty solid for 2010 all the way to the beginning of 2011 so forget it you last minute Suzi´s. If you want a black diva in your flick you have to learn to properly court her with lots of jewels, wine and dining, it also helps if you have a giant penis and can plow the living daylights out of her.
Didnt get to see much of the video installations but was able to properly zone out in James Benning´s wide open cellestial road space room.
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Went to the opening of Little Alex´s film The Dream of Norma at the Temporary Kunsthalle´s Auto Kino. The projection looked lousy, and the idea of sitting in an indoor drive-in theatre doesn´t work very well. Especially not with modern cars that all look like soap dishes. You need to give it a retro twist and provide big 50´s or early 60´s cars---at least 50 of them not 10. With my flu i was feeling very cranky and claustrophobic so i didnt stay to see the feature film, which needed some subtitles as it was completely in German. The people at the Kunst Halle need to get their act together.
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Cute juicy young Butt Magazine online editor Adam Baran asked me for a Super Listy and i provided it for him. Check it out at www.ButtMagazine.com. Adam didnt like the collage style pics I emugged him of Joel Gibb and Uli Ziemons. These computer age kids are so literal with all their links to You Tube and what not, God Bless their sweet little pie holes!
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JD Salinger died a few weeks ago. I was never a fan of the overrated A Catcher in the Rye. That book only has appeal if you are born of the white upper middleclasses. Sorry folks but thats the opinion of this olde black queen. Swishaka!
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
ERHALTEN SIE DIE LETZEN
Saturday Tim Blue cooked me a ferocious meal at his Neu Kölln paddy cake. Mr. Blue sure knows his way around a kitchenetta. Later we were joined by his younger brother kJohnny, who works part time as a bartender at the east side touristrappen White Trash Au GoGo and then we all headed straight to the Wilhelm Hein exhibition "Es gibt kein Bier in Hawaii"at the Fischer & Fischer Gallery. Wilhelm Hein is one of my favorite Berlin artists. He is also the ultimate authority when it comes to experimental film. His paintings are deliciously lovesexy—just like Herr Hein himself, and the videoinstallation of collapsing TV monitors was equally delightful. Was feeling a bit run down from all the ice cold weathervale so i called it an early Golden bird chicken night.
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That darling Love Camel, Andrea Novarin had sent me a movie I had been wanting to see for ages. The 1983 James Bridges film Mike´s Murder starring Debra Winger. The movies theatrical release was extremely short lived, which is a shame because the flicker has a quality unlike any other movie. Ms. Winger´s performance is extremely subtle, so subtle is seems like she is doing nothing, but it is all in her eyes and her body which morphs from boyish to feminine. The film also captures a certain kind of LA sleepy fever. A way that LA was in the late 70s and early 80s which was such a part of my youth. It is hard to explain. What is really fascinating about this film is that it is based on a true story of a relationship that a woman i worked with had with a young hustler/tennis bum who hung out in the Santa Monica/West LA area. A little bit of this is captured in Mike´s Murder through the Betty Parrish character played by Ms. Winger who portrays a bank officer living in Brentwood. The actual Betty Parrish was named Kathy Lovell and we worked together in Santa Monica at an insurance investigating firm called Equifax. Equifax is still around but they do mostly credit checks now. Kathy had a brief affair with a sexy young hustler boy that wound up getting killed because of some drug related nonsense. The movie follows the details of the true story almost too well, at least the details that i remember. This was over 30 years ago when the incident happened. I don´t remember how James Bridges got ahold of the story, but Debra Winger really captured a quality of Kathy who was a good time Sally of a blondine. The movie also features my friend Mari Sol and Spaz Attack, who was the sexy punk boyfriend of Toni Basil who sang the song, „Oh Mickey You´re So Fine, You´re So Fine You Blow My Mind . . .“
And Paul Winfield is in the movie wearing a caftan as a black gay record producer who has kept the boy toy in question. That reveal scene is classic.
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Here´s some gossip that most people don´t know: Dave Matthews of the bland rock band The Dave Matthews Band is a card carrying homeysexual. If that isnt enough he is also a major dinge queen. Don´t tell me you´re not familar with the term dinge queen. Well i will tell you, a dinge queen is a white guy who only likes to have sex with black men. There now, don´t act like i never told you nothing.
Saturday Tim Blue cooked me a ferocious meal at his Neu Kölln paddy cake. Mr. Blue sure knows his way around a kitchenetta. Later we were joined by his younger brother kJohnny, who works part time as a bartender at the east side touristrappen White Trash Au GoGo and then we all headed straight to the Wilhelm Hein exhibition "Es gibt kein Bier in Hawaii"at the Fischer & Fischer Gallery. Wilhelm Hein is one of my favorite Berlin artists. He is also the ultimate authority when it comes to experimental film. His paintings are deliciously lovesexy—just like Herr Hein himself, and the videoinstallation of collapsing TV monitors was equally delightful. Was feeling a bit run down from all the ice cold weathervale so i called it an early Golden bird chicken night.
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That darling Love Camel, Andrea Novarin had sent me a movie I had been wanting to see for ages. The 1983 James Bridges film Mike´s Murder starring Debra Winger. The movies theatrical release was extremely short lived, which is a shame because the flicker has a quality unlike any other movie. Ms. Winger´s performance is extremely subtle, so subtle is seems like she is doing nothing, but it is all in her eyes and her body which morphs from boyish to feminine. The film also captures a certain kind of LA sleepy fever. A way that LA was in the late 70s and early 80s which was such a part of my youth. It is hard to explain. What is really fascinating about this film is that it is based on a true story of a relationship that a woman i worked with had with a young hustler/tennis bum who hung out in the Santa Monica/West LA area. A little bit of this is captured in Mike´s Murder through the Betty Parrish character played by Ms. Winger who portrays a bank officer living in Brentwood. The actual Betty Parrish was named Kathy Lovell and we worked together in Santa Monica at an insurance investigating firm called Equifax. Equifax is still around but they do mostly credit checks now. Kathy had a brief affair with a sexy young hustler boy that wound up getting killed because of some drug related nonsense. The movie follows the details of the true story almost too well, at least the details that i remember. This was over 30 years ago when the incident happened. I don´t remember how James Bridges got ahold of the story, but Debra Winger really captured a quality of Kathy who was a good time Sally of a blondine. The movie also features my friend Mari Sol and Spaz Attack, who was the sexy punk boyfriend of Toni Basil who sang the song, „Oh Mickey You´re So Fine, You´re So Fine You Blow My Mind . . .“
And Paul Winfield is in the movie wearing a caftan as a black gay record producer who has kept the boy toy in question. That reveal scene is classic.
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Here´s some gossip that most people don´t know: Dave Matthews of the bland rock band The Dave Matthews Band is a card carrying homeysexual. If that isnt enough he is also a major dinge queen. Don´t tell me you´re not familar with the term dinge queen. Well i will tell you, a dinge queen is a white guy who only likes to have sex with black men. There now, don´t act like i never told you nothing.
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