Flor Silvestre

Whatever happened to Rich Obregón? That is the question. Mr. Obregón was the humpy Chicano GoGo delight who enchanted millions with his muscular body, phat nalgas, juicy titties, big feetsis and enormous chorizo.

Not only was Rich Obregón superior eye candy at Chico, but also clubs like Circus, and Arena. The then owner of Chico Mr. Marty Sokol who worked in the TV and film industry by day, even lent some of his prized GoGo Gods including the delectable Obregón to me for a fundraiser called Spicy Beef Curtains where they helped raise oodles of hard cold filthy lucre to bring more artists as part of the Outfest Film Festival event Platinum Oasis at Coral Sands curated by Ron Athey and little tiny La Miss Vaginal Davis.

Chico of Montebello the Latino bar and dance club might be closing, according to an article in LA Taco sent to me by Audre Beardsley of Eagle Rock. If that is the case the pub has been in operation for well over 30 years known also as the D Lounge and Joto on Beverly Blvd and Garfield tucked in a mini mall next to a flower shop. I even held one of my infamous birthday parties at the venue along with my Club Sucker cohort Frank Rodriguez in the early aughts that was a sensation.

Ah the mammaries of Latin queer haunts like the Vaquero dance club Tempo, La Plaza, The Score in Downtown, Los Angeles which use to be heritage bar The Keyhole, cruise spots like Whittier Narrows and Elysian Park.  Sorry for the burst of nostalgia, I want to refrain from "yesterbation" as the great genius Kembra Pfahler calls it.

My favourite Tarzan Gordon Scott

Rocco Ritchie, Might Might Mo´s chaparito son has a big crush on an a certain elderly Black lady.

Tun wir so, als wären wir tot.

I can´t believe Precious Finch aka Jennifer Finch the bass player of L7 is gone. She was a very beautiful lady and so amazingly talented as both a musician and photographer. Plus she was a delightfully sweet fun loving gal. A good time Sally if ever there was one, who could also be a little wicked. Basically my type of punk rock girlie, the kind I would gravitate to over the many centuries of life on the planet. I believe we first came in contact with each other when she was quite young in the early 1980s through her photography. I believe it was Big Daddy Ron Athey who initially introduced us.

I will always remember her band Other Star People rocking out with their enormous cocks out at Club Sucker at the Garage and the surprise show that L7 did at Sucker that is still talked about today. L7 wanted PME to go on tour with them back in 1991 after we played together at The Whiskey-A-Go-Go but PME broke up just after that infamous show.

Jennifer Finch joins the heavenly firmament of bright starinas. I will always love you, and will never forget you.

Ein offener Abfluss

An open drain: a loathsome sore unbandaged, dirty act done publicly. A lazar house with all its doors and windows open. . . gross, almost putrid indecorum--literary carrion, crapulous.

He was taken from social services because both parents gave him Thunderbird wine.

The principle of the school Rosslyn Heyman was threatened that she would be kidnapped unless Maximilan Anton Lamoral was the given the lead in the middle school production of Jesus Christ Superstar. Later Maxi had a hot buttered threegy with Donny and Marie Osmond.

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A little note from one of my most brilliant ex students at Malmo Art Academy in Sweden now a very distringuished colleage Ms. Maria Norrman.

NOFOD Conference (Nordic Forum for Dance Research)
Paper presentation with dance researcher Chelsea Hilding (U.S)
23-26 June 2026
Reykjavík, Iceland

- Presenting the paper: The Archive Isn’t Straight: Queering Ballet Lineages through Drag, Pedagogy, and Performed History
On Swedish female impersonator John Lind and his teacher in New York: Elizabetta Menzeli.

John and Stephanie Lind, two channel video work, 38 min, 2025. Maria Norrman as Stephanie Lind and Corrado Di Lorenzo as John Lind.

Strength Through Numbers – Group exhibition with Galleri CC+Tessoar
27 June – 19 July 2026
Not Quite, Fengersfors, Sweden
https://www.notquite.se/utstallning/strength-in-numbers/

Galleri CC + Tessoar: Adrian Espinos Ferrero, Ariadna Mangrané, Arngrímur BorgÞórsson, Bahareh Mirhadinezhadfard, Johan Lundin, Maja Gade Christensen, Emm Berring, Maria Norrman, Richard Krantz, Josefin Bergman, Klara Rosenlund, Fredrik Zanichelli, Linnéa Ponnert, Ludwig Darle Olsson, Elin Olsson

Tiefes Bohren in verbotene Früchte

All aboard for the yadi, yadi, yadi deliciousness of Maximilian Brauer aka: Max der Kodierer as Peer Gynt in Vinge, Müller & Reinholdtsen´s splendorous version of the Ibsen classic at the Volksbühne. Max is Buster Keaton physicality mixed with Roscoe "Fatty" Arbuckle pathos/bathos.

So many delights abound in this sterling production. Its all about the details with Vinge/Müller/Reinholdtsen and their 8 hour opus. Endurance theatre has never looked and sounded so good--pure geniustrata.

Everyone in the auditorium was holding their pee, not wanting to go to the toilet lest they miss a moment of far flung spectacle. Everything in this production is of mega importance especially the brilliant Susanne Bredehöft an actress worthy of idol worship.

A lusty troll doll offers up lactated buttermilk, plus Jane Powell/Kathryn Grayson high C Susi taking the form of Ingrid Thulin, Signe Hasso and Ingrid Bergman. Ah the wonderously joyous sounds with music that is exalted, hallucinogenic, cascading into Grand Ole Opry territory with hilarious scumkleptic hijinks.

Another character in this pageant is the sets and costumes/maske by Ida Müller. Ms. Müller is Theoni V. Aldredge and Cecil Beaton. Her talents hold no boundaries.

Vinge/Müller/Reinholdtsen are taking theater to its next level. It is a must as we face heedless, cruel times where nothing is assured and everything is fragile with sudden disaster just a zing zing zing goes my heart strings away on that ill fated trolley ride to get sharted on by the boy nexus door.

die Peveril des Gipfels

So sad to report that the talented Downtown New York artist Agosto Machado died recently. Agosto was an angel beloved by everyone he came in contact with. Late in life he began to be recognized for his gifts with international museums collecting his sacred alters and

assemblages. The New York City commercial gallery Gordon Robichaux represented Agosto. He will be sorely missed as a divine personage and one of the all time great stars of Man!hattan as a performer, activist and consumate artiste.

Sagen Sie mir einfach, was Sie wollen

Both my Club Sucker partner Frank Rodriguez and my therapist said in no uncertain terms that now that I am 65 that this needs to be my Taylor Swift Slut Era. Can you imagine The Doll as a Kleistian Tussy? No matter, as I have taken it in stride getting friendly with a young Uzbekistan man who appears to be ethnically Chinese. He is tall and quite striking looking and has a mighty warble if I do say so myself.

I boldly felated him gagging on the lovely extravaganza of his Jeff Stryker like mushroom head. We exchanged emails, and for once I didn´t immediately start planning my bridal registry at Barney´s. Does Barney´s still exist?

A few weeks later I met a very personable Mexican man who just moved to Berlin to study high barbaree. Why am I suddenly meeting very tall young fellas with above average appendages? Something is in the Deanna Durbin air.

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I am feeling very Ali McGraw today. Not Ali in the film Players where she co-starred with Dean Paul Martin the son of actor/singer Dean Martin and performer in the teen rock band Dino, Desi & Billy with Desi Arnaz Jr. and Billy Hinsche.

I quietly morph into Ali in the film Convoy 1979, directed by Sam Peckinpah and co-starring bearded hunk Kris Kristopherson. Yes I see myself as closely cropped haired Ali McGraw re-emerging after a five year hiatus from the screen and a tumultuous divorce from sexy as all hell breaking loose Steve McQueen. I am also Ali the star of Love Story with gorgeous Ryan O´Neal and Ali in Goodbye Columbus featuring Richard Benjamin and humpy dork Michael Meyers. Of course I am Ali in The Getaway 1972 directed by Sam Peckinpah, co-starring Sally Struthers and my paramour Steve McQueen of the perfect penis who dickmatized me into oblivion. Steve McQueen loved slurping on my pert bullet nipples including the aereolas. In fact he sucked them so good that I left my husband producer Robert Evans who was a pre mature ejaculator supreme.

RAMMRATH

The Vagimule Doll had a delightful time at the theatre and was lucky to get a ticket for the sold out performance by João D'Orey a gifted young talent who has caused quite the sensation at Berlin´s Gorki Theater-Studio R with the spirited performance piece T-Boy on Grinder.

Mr. D'Orey's radiant youth and masculine charms serving to perfection. A highlight for me was the Flashdance choreography of Steven Fast and the pathos of being young and trying to find ones place in a harsher by the minute cruel world. João D'Orey is a name we are keeping our eyes on.

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Electro San Clemente operates on the level of generosity and abundance. Thats what sezts him apart from someone like icky grifty Raoul Squalsh. Elektro and his husband have been together for over thirty years and own their modest home in Edendale´s Plato del Lago. They live way within their means and you´d never know they were multi millionaires because they are so humble. Elektro is a gifted artiste. Does he nickle and dime the subjects he photographs? No he gives them their photos to do with as they please, not even asking for credit. He has endeared himself to many international artists who swear by his work as their secret weapon. Being as loving and giving as he is, it comes back to him one hundred fold as his work is seen in many publications and international catalogs and exhibitions. Elektro never toots his own horn. He lets the work speak for itself and builds lasting relationships so there is no need for the hard sell. Either people are into his work or they are not. He accepts things as they are.