DINNER WITH JOSEPHINE
Had a delightful midnight supper with the great Josephine Baker as channeled through Reny Monk. Madame Jo has a cute apartment in the east egg of Weho that is furnished with lots of old timey black memorabilia and deco furniture. A scrumpteous feast was set before me, and I devoured it. Madame Josephine is getting close to presenting a big spectacular at the Alex Theatre in Glendale. If it all comes together it will premiere on New Year’s Eve.
Ran into Kim Jones earlier at the Farmer Market. I hadn’t been at the market in ages, but I started to crave my pupusas. Lots of hunky eye candied specimens were abounding and bursting out of tight shirts and pant. It was nice having a sweet old girlfriend from back in the day to oogle and aagle over the luxury of young men. Both Kim and I agreed that the new fashion accessory du jour at the Hollywood Farmers Market is a baby. Lots of hot men with a child strapped to them or pushing them in a souped up stroller. This is certainly one trend i can live without.
Did I forget to mention that author Judith Rossner of Looking For Mr. Goodbar fame died and also actress Barbara Bel Geddes who was so perfectly lesbiana in Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo and later on TV in Dallas as a butch granny bopper.
Monday night met with Eli, the incredible, young Brazilian artist who goes by the name Vivid Astro Focus and his pal Christophe at the world famous Spotlight Pub. Eli is doing a big show at MOCA, and wants me to perform as part of the opening night rituals along with My Barbarian. We had a fun time drinking, stinking and living it up. I turned the boys on to whiskey sours and they eat it up. Then I pointed them in the direction of The Study for their Blatino night. I wanted to join them, but I have so much to do before going back to Berlin.
Looking forward to my spa treatment gift courtesy of the divine Mary, Mary Pagone. Mary and I will be joined by the lovely and talented Cory Marie Saturday, for a nice post Bricktops girly, girly day of pampering.
On the ick front: Noticed an email sent to me in my spam folder from that pathetic little infidel Lenny Young, late of the Funeral Parlour. For once the spam filters did their job, so all I had to do was hit delete. The nerve of that dimunitive pariah, like I would be interested in anything he’d have to say.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Sunday, August 14, 2005
KADA VADIM
Went with Daddy Athey to LA Weekly literary event at El Cid for John Albert's new book. Hot hunky big peniled John is married to the lovely Miss Ronna. All of the Hollywood punk rock olde guard was in attendance. Had a nice time chatting with legendary punk beauty Kim Jones, whose adorable son Max was floating about. I love it when my friends have nice children. There is nothing worse then a sullen brat. Kim and I go way back to the 80s. She and Donita Sparks of L7 use to be at every Afro Sisters show, and they were always the lifeblood of every hot party i use to attend. Kim is married to another great beauty, Monty Messex who at one time was the most desired boy of Melrose Avenue, when he worked at Flip. His Charles Dickens street urchin waif boy look was way ahead of the curve, mixed with porceline skin and doe eyes, he was something to behold. His girlfriend at the time was Valerie Vaughn who was also at this Weekly party. Valerie use to work some hot looks like Kim Novak lavender blonde hairdos and wearing beige ensembles. Can you imagine beige during the punk heydey. Only Valerie could get away with that. Also beautiful buxom Swee'P was also at the soiree. I don't go out very often, so i never see this many old pals from my youthful days of glory. Oh and i have to mention Hal Negro. He looks amazingly youthful, fit and trim. I love him. Mr. Uncertain was providing the musical entertainment. Word up to the Weekly on how to have a better party: Provide free drinks with the free food. We arrived so late, all the food was gone, so it would have been nice to have had a nice cocktail on a humid summer eve.
Got together for lunch with gorgeous Kimberly Kim of North Korea at the Soup Plantation. So nice being able to spend quality time with her outside of the Funeral Parlour. She is so wonderful, and we had a nice girlish time together.
Handsome and studly Brian Grillo invited me over for a country double dick fried chicken, and collards din din. Brian isn't just a talented singer/songwriter he's a forocious cook. Wow! i stuffed myself silly and later we watched Joan Crawford in Straightjacket and some other nuttyfilm from the early 60s that featured the Long Beach Pike and Angels Flight. I love Brian's apartment, its minimalist but very warm and giving. The building is from 1910 and his view cannot be beat. Brian is one of LA's treasures.
Went with Daddy Athey to LA Weekly literary event at El Cid for John Albert's new book. Hot hunky big peniled John is married to the lovely Miss Ronna. All of the Hollywood punk rock olde guard was in attendance. Had a nice time chatting with legendary punk beauty Kim Jones, whose adorable son Max was floating about. I love it when my friends have nice children. There is nothing worse then a sullen brat. Kim and I go way back to the 80s. She and Donita Sparks of L7 use to be at every Afro Sisters show, and they were always the lifeblood of every hot party i use to attend. Kim is married to another great beauty, Monty Messex who at one time was the most desired boy of Melrose Avenue, when he worked at Flip. His Charles Dickens street urchin waif boy look was way ahead of the curve, mixed with porceline skin and doe eyes, he was something to behold. His girlfriend at the time was Valerie Vaughn who was also at this Weekly party. Valerie use to work some hot looks like Kim Novak lavender blonde hairdos and wearing beige ensembles. Can you imagine beige during the punk heydey. Only Valerie could get away with that. Also beautiful buxom Swee'P was also at the soiree. I don't go out very often, so i never see this many old pals from my youthful days of glory. Oh and i have to mention Hal Negro. He looks amazingly youthful, fit and trim. I love him. Mr. Uncertain was providing the musical entertainment. Word up to the Weekly on how to have a better party: Provide free drinks with the free food. We arrived so late, all the food was gone, so it would have been nice to have had a nice cocktail on a humid summer eve.
Got together for lunch with gorgeous Kimberly Kim of North Korea at the Soup Plantation. So nice being able to spend quality time with her outside of the Funeral Parlour. She is so wonderful, and we had a nice girlish time together.
Handsome and studly Brian Grillo invited me over for a country double dick fried chicken, and collards din din. Brian isn't just a talented singer/songwriter he's a forocious cook. Wow! i stuffed myself silly and later we watched Joan Crawford in Straightjacket and some other nuttyfilm from the early 60s that featured the Long Beach Pike and Angels Flight. I love Brian's apartment, its minimalist but very warm and giving. The building is from 1910 and his view cannot be beat. Brian is one of LA's treasures.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
PREGGERS
Yes its true Angelina Jolie is preggers with a butt baby. My friend Edith's ex husband is working on the new movie The Good Shepherd starring Ms. Jolie, and Matt Damon and they've had to step up production. This would have never happened if only Angelina kept seeing my pal Jenny Shimizu, aka Chicken, the hot japanese dagger who became a big junkie supermodel. Angelina and Jenny made a movie together and like most girls who meet Chicken fell crazy in love with her. They still occasionally bump bush, as Ang can't get her completely out of her system. Just thought you'd all appreciate a little Hollywood gossiperia.
Yes its true Angelina Jolie is preggers with a butt baby. My friend Edith's ex husband is working on the new movie The Good Shepherd starring Ms. Jolie, and Matt Damon and they've had to step up production. This would have never happened if only Angelina kept seeing my pal Jenny Shimizu, aka Chicken, the hot japanese dagger who became a big junkie supermodel. Angelina and Jenny made a movie together and like most girls who meet Chicken fell crazy in love with her. They still occasionally bump bush, as Ang can't get her completely out of her system. Just thought you'd all appreciate a little Hollywood gossiperia.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
DIE JUNGEN MACHEN IHR EIGENES DING
Meeting of the Black Girl Coalition with my sister girlfriendchild, writer Lisa Teasley for her birthday at Picholine on 1st and Virgil in V. Villa’ge. We are having a hoot of a time, and the stately owner of the Chocolatieria is highly enamored of the major Ms. Gorgeous Lisa T. Lisa is doing so well with her career. She has a literary agent and someone representing her books, being turned into films which makes a lot of sense--Lisa’s writing is very cinematic. Have to pick up a copy of the August issue of Real Simple Magazine. Lisa has a piece in it.
Speaking of le cinema, I’ve been seeing a lot of movies lately. I sometimes forget that I’m a writer and journalista, and I don’t always go to the screenings I’m invited to. Hell I even forget to write about the movies I’ve seen in the past few months, so lets do a bit of a recap shall we of the mainstream films I’ve seen:
Mr&Mrs. Smith with Bradgelinastein, and I have to admit it has its moments that are intriguing for a Hollywood vehicle. The director Doug Liman is quite adept at tone, and there is no denying the chemistry between the stars. Ms. Jolie gives Ava Gardneresque, of course she still has a long way to go before she reaches the heights of la barefoot contessa. Brad is still a handsome man, and according to Robin Givens, who use to date him, he has quite a nice peterfication on him. His pretty peni has been serviced by both women and men, during the course of his long career. Back in the late 80s I designed a t-shirt for a charity organization that Robin Givens started called Go Hard or Go Home. At that time Robin was the big star of a bad ABC TV series and El Brad was the male ingenue, who couldn’t afford to pay for his own happy meal. Like most Hollywood aspirants who are attractive, Mr. Pitt kept company with older gentlemen of means.
The Island, reminds me of Logan’s Run. I adore big peniled Ewan MgGregor, and Scarlette Johanssen is lovely and appealing. Former model Dimon Housou is one amazing jubas jubilee, I’d like to share in some brother-to-brother buck and chuck with him.
9 Songs by Michael Wintersloppybottom of the delicious 24-Hour Party People is daring and I’m happy to say it really works for me. The sex scenes have a stark quality that was quite lyrical. The dark haired English dude looks like a rougher Ben Chaplin and I can’t argue about that cruel sleek club on him or the drippy torrent of jizz he spews, and the American girlie reminds me of Amanda of the Ditty Bops. Her tomboyish body and casual flair transformed this into art where it could have easily gone down the drivel trail.
Wedding Crashers-My guiltina pleasure. Sort of fell apart in the end, but the first 45 minutes is pure and unadulturated. It would have been great if they had crashed a black wedding though. Can someone answer me why is Vince Vaughn looking so bloated? Is it water retention? Is he preggers with twin butt babies?
At UCLA Melnitz Restoration Evening I saw the silent Menschen am Sonntag-Germany, 1929 directed by Robert Siodmak and Edgar G. Ullmer, whose daughter introduced the film. Great seeing Berlin during the Weimar days. I’m glad I hardly ever use real actors in my experimental short subjects. Bruce La Bruce is correct in comparing my one reelers to Passolini’s. Also the English film Underground directed by Anthony Asquith. I couldn’t help but think about the London bombings in the tube, seeing their subway during the 1920s in this pic. Why is UCLA so tired as a campus? Walking across the grounds to the bus stop, I found it hard to believe that I use to work there as a day job for over 10 years.
Meeting of the Black Girl Coalition with my sister girlfriendchild, writer Lisa Teasley for her birthday at Picholine on 1st and Virgil in V. Villa’ge. We are having a hoot of a time, and the stately owner of the Chocolatieria is highly enamored of the major Ms. Gorgeous Lisa T. Lisa is doing so well with her career. She has a literary agent and someone representing her books, being turned into films which makes a lot of sense--Lisa’s writing is very cinematic. Have to pick up a copy of the August issue of Real Simple Magazine. Lisa has a piece in it.
Speaking of le cinema, I’ve been seeing a lot of movies lately. I sometimes forget that I’m a writer and journalista, and I don’t always go to the screenings I’m invited to. Hell I even forget to write about the movies I’ve seen in the past few months, so lets do a bit of a recap shall we of the mainstream films I’ve seen:
Mr&Mrs. Smith with Bradgelinastein, and I have to admit it has its moments that are intriguing for a Hollywood vehicle. The director Doug Liman is quite adept at tone, and there is no denying the chemistry between the stars. Ms. Jolie gives Ava Gardneresque, of course she still has a long way to go before she reaches the heights of la barefoot contessa. Brad is still a handsome man, and according to Robin Givens, who use to date him, he has quite a nice peterfication on him. His pretty peni has been serviced by both women and men, during the course of his long career. Back in the late 80s I designed a t-shirt for a charity organization that Robin Givens started called Go Hard or Go Home. At that time Robin was the big star of a bad ABC TV series and El Brad was the male ingenue, who couldn’t afford to pay for his own happy meal. Like most Hollywood aspirants who are attractive, Mr. Pitt kept company with older gentlemen of means.
The Island, reminds me of Logan’s Run. I adore big peniled Ewan MgGregor, and Scarlette Johanssen is lovely and appealing. Former model Dimon Housou is one amazing jubas jubilee, I’d like to share in some brother-to-brother buck and chuck with him.
9 Songs by Michael Wintersloppybottom of the delicious 24-Hour Party People is daring and I’m happy to say it really works for me. The sex scenes have a stark quality that was quite lyrical. The dark haired English dude looks like a rougher Ben Chaplin and I can’t argue about that cruel sleek club on him or the drippy torrent of jizz he spews, and the American girlie reminds me of Amanda of the Ditty Bops. Her tomboyish body and casual flair transformed this into art where it could have easily gone down the drivel trail.
Wedding Crashers-My guiltina pleasure. Sort of fell apart in the end, but the first 45 minutes is pure and unadulturated. It would have been great if they had crashed a black wedding though. Can someone answer me why is Vince Vaughn looking so bloated? Is it water retention? Is he preggers with twin butt babies?
At UCLA Melnitz Restoration Evening I saw the silent Menschen am Sonntag-Germany, 1929 directed by Robert Siodmak and Edgar G. Ullmer, whose daughter introduced the film. Great seeing Berlin during the Weimar days. I’m glad I hardly ever use real actors in my experimental short subjects. Bruce La Bruce is correct in comparing my one reelers to Passolini’s. Also the English film Underground directed by Anthony Asquith. I couldn’t help but think about the London bombings in the tube, seeing their subway during the 1920s in this pic. Why is UCLA so tired as a campus? Walking across the grounds to the bus stop, I found it hard to believe that I use to work there as a day job for over 10 years.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
LE BLUES ENTRE LES DENTS
The end of a Barbara Carerra, Friday Aug 5th with Bricktops, at what now can be called the Funeral Parlour. Great evening of performances starting off with Jose Promis, the latin thrombone, and heartfelt crooner, followed by the always enchanting La Poubelle Twins, handsome and patrician Kristian Hoffman with Kira Vollman and the great legend Mink Stole. Crowd pleasers Amanda Barrett of the Ditty Bops with dimunitive cutie pie Michael Lucid and their Pretty Things performance collective & filmworks kept things roused, and everyones favorite dynamic and masculine singer Brian Grillo, accompanied by his sweet former Extra Fancy bandmate had both ladies and gentlemen swooning with busty lust. Velvet Hammer's Michele Carr(the drag daughter of hostess Vaginal Davis) took purging to new heights with a striking performance that featured the shearing of her dark rapunzel like tresses----INCREDIBLE!!!! Taxi Dancing diva Mary, Mary Pagone set the tone for the entire night with her luminesce presence and glittering personality. My Barbarian's youth quakers Malik and Alex were exuberant, Mark Simon and his Boyfriends were dashing,Fishnet Floozy Anna Bells,one of burlesques most voluptuous ingenues, gave it her all, and is ready to be crowned a princess in the neo heritage movement. The buxom Penny Starr Jr. radiated warmth,a good time Sally spirit and superstar appeal. Marquis of Hobo Jazz showed why he is a major new contender on the vaudeville circuit, and sexy slinky minx, Reny Monk the grand-daughter of Thelonius Monk brought Josephine Baker back to life in such a way that mouths were left agape. There is no question about it, Reny IS Josephine Baker!
Abby Travis, complete with classic beauty and rich vocal tones really captured the essence of the jazz age with her haunting presentation. Oh and i can't forget that giant bombshell,the one and only Miss Selene Luna of the Epiladies, with her Amber alert routine-----pure genius is as pure genius does. Isn't that a quote from Gertrude Stein?
The only fitting close to the evening was David Lynch muse Rebekah del Rio singing her signature song with chilling poignancy, underscoring her recent tragedies with elegance and courage.
Special thanks to bar dom Kimberly Kim, the true heart of Bricktops and the regular bartenders Tony aka Squeeky Blonde,and George of the Island of Lesbos, and Joshua Algonquin for DJ-ing. I'm so overcome and overwhelmed, that i want to apologize to anyone I've left out, there are soooo many people responsible for the success of Bricktops. I also want to say sorry to those who weren't able to get inside for the last Bricktops at the Funeral Parlour, it was my hope that all could partake free of charge and drink for FREE all the liquor in the joint. If i owned the space that would have been the case, but alas black drag queens rarely own the clothes on their backs, let alone,their own home, a car or a pub.
I'd like to thank the Parlour owners Lenny and Sguiggy, i mean Andrew,
for allowing me the use of the space for the past three years. Now hopefully they can concentrate on spending more quality, unending time with each other, without the nuisance of a huge, smelly Negro getting in the way. All the best.
The end of a Barbara Carerra, Friday Aug 5th with Bricktops, at what now can be called the Funeral Parlour. Great evening of performances starting off with Jose Promis, the latin thrombone, and heartfelt crooner, followed by the always enchanting La Poubelle Twins, handsome and patrician Kristian Hoffman with Kira Vollman and the great legend Mink Stole. Crowd pleasers Amanda Barrett of the Ditty Bops with dimunitive cutie pie Michael Lucid and their Pretty Things performance collective & filmworks kept things roused, and everyones favorite dynamic and masculine singer Brian Grillo, accompanied by his sweet former Extra Fancy bandmate had both ladies and gentlemen swooning with busty lust. Velvet Hammer's Michele Carr(the drag daughter of hostess Vaginal Davis) took purging to new heights with a striking performance that featured the shearing of her dark rapunzel like tresses----INCREDIBLE!!!! Taxi Dancing diva Mary, Mary Pagone set the tone for the entire night with her luminesce presence and glittering personality. My Barbarian's youth quakers Malik and Alex were exuberant, Mark Simon and his Boyfriends were dashing,Fishnet Floozy Anna Bells,one of burlesques most voluptuous ingenues, gave it her all, and is ready to be crowned a princess in the neo heritage movement. The buxom Penny Starr Jr. radiated warmth,a good time Sally spirit and superstar appeal. Marquis of Hobo Jazz showed why he is a major new contender on the vaudeville circuit, and sexy slinky minx, Reny Monk the grand-daughter of Thelonius Monk brought Josephine Baker back to life in such a way that mouths were left agape. There is no question about it, Reny IS Josephine Baker!
Abby Travis, complete with classic beauty and rich vocal tones really captured the essence of the jazz age with her haunting presentation. Oh and i can't forget that giant bombshell,the one and only Miss Selene Luna of the Epiladies, with her Amber alert routine-----pure genius is as pure genius does. Isn't that a quote from Gertrude Stein?
The only fitting close to the evening was David Lynch muse Rebekah del Rio singing her signature song with chilling poignancy, underscoring her recent tragedies with elegance and courage.
Special thanks to bar dom Kimberly Kim, the true heart of Bricktops and the regular bartenders Tony aka Squeeky Blonde,and George of the Island of Lesbos, and Joshua Algonquin for DJ-ing. I'm so overcome and overwhelmed, that i want to apologize to anyone I've left out, there are soooo many people responsible for the success of Bricktops. I also want to say sorry to those who weren't able to get inside for the last Bricktops at the Funeral Parlour, it was my hope that all could partake free of charge and drink for FREE all the liquor in the joint. If i owned the space that would have been the case, but alas black drag queens rarely own the clothes on their backs, let alone,their own home, a car or a pub.
I'd like to thank the Parlour owners Lenny and Sguiggy, i mean Andrew,
for allowing me the use of the space for the past three years. Now hopefully they can concentrate on spending more quality, unending time with each other, without the nuisance of a huge, smelly Negro getting in the way. All the best.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
RADEBERGER
Last night in Berlin. Went to see this short subject from the late 80s at the famed Arsenel. The pic stars Darek Jarmen as Pier Paolo Passolini. Wasnt the best film, but it also wasnt the worse. Marcu and Daniella of the Cheap Collective hated it. Finally found a copy of Zoo Magazine with my article on Visions, Balkans. The Mag looks incredible. I love the interview with Bruce Benderson and accompanying photos also the Joe Lally spread is hot hot hot. Had a beer at the Shaunhauser Allee beergarden. That Sex and the City actress Kirsten Davis was sitting at the nearbye bench. Her face is frozen in one expression, poor girl.
Friday i went to the Pepper Mountain beergarden to have drinks with the Cheap Kids and famed experimental filmmaker Wilhelm Heinz and his photographer girlfriend Annette. Wonderful time with them. Wilhelm knew Al Hansen. Wilhelm is very sexy
and doesn't look like he is 65 years old. He could easilz pass for 50.
Later that evening i went to Babylon, this boy stripper palace that is like a male Flashdance. All the dancers were too femme and had bad hair and equally bad outfits. Stopped for a drink at Tramp, a new bar with the most drunken bartender i've ever encountered. Everyone in the place was so ugly that they were fugly. Found it very amusing. Saw that hack film director Jochan Hick outside of the icky Haffen bar. Jochan is sortof a younger version of Rosa Von Praunheim. Saw a profile he wrote about the LA porn scene in a German magazine. Is he still exploiting the porn world? I guess everyone needs a grift.
Electrical storm saturday lit up the sky. got something of a gnut at Tom Bar in a weak scene i was the epicentre of. spent hours after that chatting up hot Hungarian bartender. What a rack that kid has. A lot of the German bars are hiring youngsters and replacing the salty dogs.
Last night in Berlin. Went to see this short subject from the late 80s at the famed Arsenel. The pic stars Darek Jarmen as Pier Paolo Passolini. Wasnt the best film, but it also wasnt the worse. Marcu and Daniella of the Cheap Collective hated it. Finally found a copy of Zoo Magazine with my article on Visions, Balkans. The Mag looks incredible. I love the interview with Bruce Benderson and accompanying photos also the Joe Lally spread is hot hot hot. Had a beer at the Shaunhauser Allee beergarden. That Sex and the City actress Kirsten Davis was sitting at the nearbye bench. Her face is frozen in one expression, poor girl.
Friday i went to the Pepper Mountain beergarden to have drinks with the Cheap Kids and famed experimental filmmaker Wilhelm Heinz and his photographer girlfriend Annette. Wonderful time with them. Wilhelm knew Al Hansen. Wilhelm is very sexy
and doesn't look like he is 65 years old. He could easilz pass for 50.
Later that evening i went to Babylon, this boy stripper palace that is like a male Flashdance. All the dancers were too femme and had bad hair and equally bad outfits. Stopped for a drink at Tramp, a new bar with the most drunken bartender i've ever encountered. Everyone in the place was so ugly that they were fugly. Found it very amusing. Saw that hack film director Jochan Hick outside of the icky Haffen bar. Jochan is sortof a younger version of Rosa Von Praunheim. Saw a profile he wrote about the LA porn scene in a German magazine. Is he still exploiting the porn world? I guess everyone needs a grift.
Electrical storm saturday lit up the sky. got something of a gnut at Tom Bar in a weak scene i was the epicentre of. spent hours after that chatting up hot Hungarian bartender. What a rack that kid has. A lot of the German bars are hiring youngsters and replacing the salty dogs.
Friday, July 29, 2005
OHNE GUMMI GEHT ER MIR AM ARSCH VOBEIL
Dinner at the aristrocratic philosophy student Matthias Haase beautiful homo moderne apartment in Kreutzberg, overlooking the danube, with the most expansive view i have ever seen in Berlin. Supper wasn't as awkward as expected. Matthias has been working on his disertation for several years and is the follower of two philosophy gurus from Pittsburgh, so he spends a lot of time in the states, and most of the guests at the soiree are his collegues. One of his pals, was a bona fide sexy humpy dork, who now lives in Boston, but has a German baracuda femme top girlfriend, who obviously wears all the slacks she can find. Matthias never formerly introduced me to his new girlfriend, who is Korean. His old girlfriend Laurie was Chinese, which makes him a heterosexual RICE QUEEN. Matthias is the beauty of all beauties so i couldn't fault him for the odd dinner menu of thai style curries with no salade, desert, coffee and fending for ourselves when it came to drinks. The proper host would make sure all guests are properly introduced and given cocktails before dinner. Elsa Maxwell you are so needed in the modern world.
Was fantastic running into the divine Alessio one of my Cheap Jewelry castmates who now works at the anarchist bookshop, BBooks. Alessio is as stunning as ever.
Later we went back to the Frankenstein 3000 Bar, but it was dreary with all the faggots just standing around not doing anything. Too bad, because it was crowded but with lacklustre energy. I won't be returning there. The Greifbar aka: The Vaginal Davis Bar, was also pitifull. Blame it on globilization, but i'm afraid my new Germany is becoming too much like the United States.
Started filming the electronic segments of the new piece on location at the GDR Monument Park. Attracted a huge crowd around us---of course. Susanne is amazing in action. No one gives more, and is so of the moment. Tim Blue is also a delight. He is so effervescent and childlike. I always have a good time with him.
Did interview with Manuela of the gay newsmagazine SiegeySoule. I know i'm spelling it wrong. Manuela is a hot dagger who also works with the Berlin Film Festival and hass been to Platinum Oasis. Her offices are very sleek and designy.
Went to Freidrickshein Park to cruise the German Brambles. Not much hot action, though i did get my girlish gnut from some tired skinny man who looked like a nervous accountant. Lets face it, I'm really not a park queen. its way too dark and I'm not that into nature. Met the Marcu, TimBlue and fearless leader SueSue at the Fredrickshein Teatre Beergarden. We were supposed to have drinks with Hannah Hurtzig, the German version of Lois Keiden, but she bailed. Went by the Pik me Ab Bar, still as tired as i last remember it, and he Nekkid Bar which was also lousy. Gave the Greif one last chance to redeem itself, but it wasn't up to the task. Talked to a chubby American who has lived in Berlin for 5 years and a German Cha-Cha and both of them agreed, that Mrs. Berlin ain't what she use to be, which is sad.
Dinner at the aristrocratic philosophy student Matthias Haase beautiful homo moderne apartment in Kreutzberg, overlooking the danube, with the most expansive view i have ever seen in Berlin. Supper wasn't as awkward as expected. Matthias has been working on his disertation for several years and is the follower of two philosophy gurus from Pittsburgh, so he spends a lot of time in the states, and most of the guests at the soiree are his collegues. One of his pals, was a bona fide sexy humpy dork, who now lives in Boston, but has a German baracuda femme top girlfriend, who obviously wears all the slacks she can find. Matthias never formerly introduced me to his new girlfriend, who is Korean. His old girlfriend Laurie was Chinese, which makes him a heterosexual RICE QUEEN. Matthias is the beauty of all beauties so i couldn't fault him for the odd dinner menu of thai style curries with no salade, desert, coffee and fending for ourselves when it came to drinks. The proper host would make sure all guests are properly introduced and given cocktails before dinner. Elsa Maxwell you are so needed in the modern world.
Was fantastic running into the divine Alessio one of my Cheap Jewelry castmates who now works at the anarchist bookshop, BBooks. Alessio is as stunning as ever.
Later we went back to the Frankenstein 3000 Bar, but it was dreary with all the faggots just standing around not doing anything. Too bad, because it was crowded but with lacklustre energy. I won't be returning there. The Greifbar aka: The Vaginal Davis Bar, was also pitifull. Blame it on globilization, but i'm afraid my new Germany is becoming too much like the United States.
Started filming the electronic segments of the new piece on location at the GDR Monument Park. Attracted a huge crowd around us---of course. Susanne is amazing in action. No one gives more, and is so of the moment. Tim Blue is also a delight. He is so effervescent and childlike. I always have a good time with him.
Did interview with Manuela of the gay newsmagazine SiegeySoule. I know i'm spelling it wrong. Manuela is a hot dagger who also works with the Berlin Film Festival and hass been to Platinum Oasis. Her offices are very sleek and designy.
Went to Freidrickshein Park to cruise the German Brambles. Not much hot action, though i did get my girlish gnut from some tired skinny man who looked like a nervous accountant. Lets face it, I'm really not a park queen. its way too dark and I'm not that into nature. Met the Marcu, TimBlue and fearless leader SueSue at the Fredrickshein Teatre Beergarden. We were supposed to have drinks with Hannah Hurtzig, the German version of Lois Keiden, but she bailed. Went by the Pik me Ab Bar, still as tired as i last remember it, and he Nekkid Bar which was also lousy. Gave the Greif one last chance to redeem itself, but it wasn't up to the task. Talked to a chubby American who has lived in Berlin for 5 years and a German Cha-Cha and both of them agreed, that Mrs. Berlin ain't what she use to be, which is sad.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
DER KONTRAKT DES ZEICHNERS
Friday the Cheap collective met at a very cute cafe in Kreutzberg, with an even cuter waiter serving us. We discussed a myriad of ideas for the multi-visual component in the new piece, and met with tech director Cecile, who i thought was a dagger doodle, but she has a boyfriend. i love Cecile. She has a great personality, is Belgian and use to teach at Cal Arts---she really knows her stuff. i think Cecile should perform in the piece, her beauty needs to be seen on stage. Cecile gave us a tour of the stage we will perform on at the HAU theatre. Workmen were putting in a new floor so it was like being on a construction site. Some of these workmen were pretty fine with large asstrovars. yumm. The theatre is gorgeous from the Weimar days. Later that night Tim Blue and i went to the Frankenstein 3000 bar, which is Bruce La Bruceäs fav hang in Berlin. its a cute little pub, but i could have done without the longhaired cha cha queens prancing about. in the darkroom i was attacked by 1000 hungry mouths. its nice being popular. on the train ride i was attacked by a 21 year old british ginger boy, studying in berlin. he sure had nice freckles and a bubble butt. zowya! late late night we go to the Vaginal Davis Bar & Grill where two megawatt Germans put on a hot sex show with their giant peters splashing and drippping in passions embryonic embrace.
Saturday our beautiful fearless leader Susanne the star of Rasberry Reich cooks a mighty delicious feast at her glam compound. Susanne is a divine goddess that all of Berlin worships, and no one can say "No" to. We watched videos for inspiration, Tobe Hooper Funhouse, Young Frankenstein, Tales of Hoffman, The Bandwagon and Freaks.
Met up late night with an investment banker who i engaged in a heavy petting session. i was such the tease, playing this giant dong German player leaving him with blue ballszs
Sunday was my one day off---sunny and warm. Ran around the city siteseeing and manseeing a juicy big tittied indonesian exotica, a tall germanicus beauty of unparrelled zest and other gorgons too numerous to mention, ah Berlin i dont want to leave you ever.
monday collaborated with cheap collective on short newspaper article creating myths surrarounding our new project. fun writing together. ran into laurie and boypal outside of cafe. laurie was the sexy canadian choreographer of cheap jewelry back in 2001. will see her again on tuesday at her ex beau Mattias philisophical dinner party. Mattias is a young beautiful German aristrocrat who co-wrote the text for Cheap Jewelry.
Friday the Cheap collective met at a very cute cafe in Kreutzberg, with an even cuter waiter serving us. We discussed a myriad of ideas for the multi-visual component in the new piece, and met with tech director Cecile, who i thought was a dagger doodle, but she has a boyfriend. i love Cecile. She has a great personality, is Belgian and use to teach at Cal Arts---she really knows her stuff. i think Cecile should perform in the piece, her beauty needs to be seen on stage. Cecile gave us a tour of the stage we will perform on at the HAU theatre. Workmen were putting in a new floor so it was like being on a construction site. Some of these workmen were pretty fine with large asstrovars. yumm. The theatre is gorgeous from the Weimar days. Later that night Tim Blue and i went to the Frankenstein 3000 bar, which is Bruce La Bruceäs fav hang in Berlin. its a cute little pub, but i could have done without the longhaired cha cha queens prancing about. in the darkroom i was attacked by 1000 hungry mouths. its nice being popular. on the train ride i was attacked by a 21 year old british ginger boy, studying in berlin. he sure had nice freckles and a bubble butt. zowya! late late night we go to the Vaginal Davis Bar & Grill where two megawatt Germans put on a hot sex show with their giant peters splashing and drippping in passions embryonic embrace.
Saturday our beautiful fearless leader Susanne the star of Rasberry Reich cooks a mighty delicious feast at her glam compound. Susanne is a divine goddess that all of Berlin worships, and no one can say "No" to. We watched videos for inspiration, Tobe Hooper Funhouse, Young Frankenstein, Tales of Hoffman, The Bandwagon and Freaks.
Met up late night with an investment banker who i engaged in a heavy petting session. i was such the tease, playing this giant dong German player leaving him with blue ballszs
Sunday was my one day off---sunny and warm. Ran around the city siteseeing and manseeing a juicy big tittied indonesian exotica, a tall germanicus beauty of unparrelled zest and other gorgons too numerous to mention, ah Berlin i dont want to leave you ever.
monday collaborated with cheap collective on short newspaper article creating myths surrarounding our new project. fun writing together. ran into laurie and boypal outside of cafe. laurie was the sexy canadian choreographer of cheap jewelry back in 2001. will see her again on tuesday at her ex beau Mattias philisophical dinner party. Mattias is a young beautiful German aristrocrat who co-wrote the text for Cheap Jewelry.
Friday, July 22, 2005
GESUNDHEIT
Long, dull plane ride on British Airways. Thick UK blondine with bubble booty is the only piece of useable eye candy. Royal greeting from the Cheap Collective at Tegel Airport making me feel like a star. All the Cheap players Marcu, Daniela "Danniethy" Romana, the great Susanna and Tim Blue--the newest member of the company who has been here for a year and a half, and is a bright bubbly piece of Spring air. The Children of Cheap look so young and fresh. its been five years since i was last in Berlin, but they all look like they haven't aged a second. The weather is perfect. I'm taken to the Communista Pizza Parlour on Schonhauser Allee---lots of major ms. gorgeousness abound----i'm become obsessed by a baby dyke boy with peaches and cream complexion. Prenzlauer Berg has changed so much and become very yuppiezed like the rest of the world. More boutiques, sidewalk cafe's and trendoids of every shape and persuasion. Wednesday is our first brainstorming session chalking out ideas for the new piece. Marca has us on a tight schedule-like a gash like a wound. Daniela cooks a sumpteous meal and i'm reunited with Cheap Jewelry cast member Yvonne' who has changed his name to his original Serbian Christian moniker of Dragone. I finally meet Daniela's italian beau Piero, who is very good looking and speaks Portuguese, German, Spanish and Serbo Croatian.
Later in the evening Tim and I go bar hopping in the Prenzlauer Berg faggot district. We go to one of those trendy lounges where there are a lot of prissy philistine queens, then head over to the Vaginal Davis Bar aka: Greifbar. So many hunky spunks abound, but we justt have a great girlish time chittle chatting and i never even make it to the back room.
Thursday luncheon from the hot Turkish place that makes mean shwarmas that is on the same street of Praeter, then off to Kreutzberg to check out the cafe where the opening party will be and discuss decoration. I'm going to do another Vanessa Beecroft parody piece at the party, which works nicely because Madame Beecroft was just in Berlin. More brainstorming at the spacious and lovely apartment of Dragone. Dragone has a cute lesbian doggy doodle and an intellectual boyfriend who is a philosophy student working on his Phd. Of couse its raining casti catore, which is a bit of a drag. I take a disco nap and then decide to go on the prowl in Schoneberg. I grab a
bite to eat at this little quaint Chinese cafe then go to Scheune Bar, where i've never been before. I also peruse the Euro porno at JAXX basement which is sortof like Drake's circa 1987. No serious action for the lady at Scheune bar, but i did get felt up. Wind up at Tom's Bar and i meet a hunky French dude who tosses my salad for a bit. I wasn't in the mood to do anything else, and he calls me an American Puritan, so i tell him he's a selfish Gallic Libertine. We wind up talking for a few hours, and he's hysterical. Don't leave bar till 4am when the subway is running again.
Friday we have a big productive meeting with hot no-nonsense dagger Cecile, the technical director of the H.A.U. theatre. I like Cecile---she sizzles. Then we go to the GDR Palace which some artists are turning into a mountain art installation that the Cheap Collective will do a performance in along with Kitty Diggens who will be here at the end of the month. 2night we go to an opening of D. L. Alvarez then Tim and i will hit the Kreutzberg prowl zones and wind up back at the Vaginal Davis Bar & Grill. Lets hope i wind up getting down and dirty with some hot young feller.
Long, dull plane ride on British Airways. Thick UK blondine with bubble booty is the only piece of useable eye candy. Royal greeting from the Cheap Collective at Tegel Airport making me feel like a star. All the Cheap players Marcu, Daniela "Danniethy" Romana, the great Susanna and Tim Blue--the newest member of the company who has been here for a year and a half, and is a bright bubbly piece of Spring air. The Children of Cheap look so young and fresh. its been five years since i was last in Berlin, but they all look like they haven't aged a second. The weather is perfect. I'm taken to the Communista Pizza Parlour on Schonhauser Allee---lots of major ms. gorgeousness abound----i'm become obsessed by a baby dyke boy with peaches and cream complexion. Prenzlauer Berg has changed so much and become very yuppiezed like the rest of the world. More boutiques, sidewalk cafe's and trendoids of every shape and persuasion. Wednesday is our first brainstorming session chalking out ideas for the new piece. Marca has us on a tight schedule-like a gash like a wound. Daniela cooks a sumpteous meal and i'm reunited with Cheap Jewelry cast member Yvonne' who has changed his name to his original Serbian Christian moniker of Dragone. I finally meet Daniela's italian beau Piero, who is very good looking and speaks Portuguese, German, Spanish and Serbo Croatian.
Later in the evening Tim and I go bar hopping in the Prenzlauer Berg faggot district. We go to one of those trendy lounges where there are a lot of prissy philistine queens, then head over to the Vaginal Davis Bar aka: Greifbar. So many hunky spunks abound, but we justt have a great girlish time chittle chatting and i never even make it to the back room.
Thursday luncheon from the hot Turkish place that makes mean shwarmas that is on the same street of Praeter, then off to Kreutzberg to check out the cafe where the opening party will be and discuss decoration. I'm going to do another Vanessa Beecroft parody piece at the party, which works nicely because Madame Beecroft was just in Berlin. More brainstorming at the spacious and lovely apartment of Dragone. Dragone has a cute lesbian doggy doodle and an intellectual boyfriend who is a philosophy student working on his Phd. Of couse its raining casti catore, which is a bit of a drag. I take a disco nap and then decide to go on the prowl in Schoneberg. I grab a
bite to eat at this little quaint Chinese cafe then go to Scheune Bar, where i've never been before. I also peruse the Euro porno at JAXX basement which is sortof like Drake's circa 1987. No serious action for the lady at Scheune bar, but i did get felt up. Wind up at Tom's Bar and i meet a hunky French dude who tosses my salad for a bit. I wasn't in the mood to do anything else, and he calls me an American Puritan, so i tell him he's a selfish Gallic Libertine. We wind up talking for a few hours, and he's hysterical. Don't leave bar till 4am when the subway is running again.
Friday we have a big productive meeting with hot no-nonsense dagger Cecile, the technical director of the H.A.U. theatre. I like Cecile---she sizzles. Then we go to the GDR Palace which some artists are turning into a mountain art installation that the Cheap Collective will do a performance in along with Kitty Diggens who will be here at the end of the month. 2night we go to an opening of D. L. Alvarez then Tim and i will hit the Kreutzberg prowl zones and wind up back at the Vaginal Davis Bar & Grill. Lets hope i wind up getting down and dirty with some hot young feller.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
LA NOTTI BIANCHE
Wednesday was the US Premiere of Ron Athey and Julianna Snapper's The Judas Cradle at the Disney Hall's Redcat Theatre. The Judas Cradle was presented in association with Outfest's Platinum Experimental Series. It was exciting seeing this piece in all its fully produced splendor. I'd seen the workshop bits and pieces but being able to see it fully realized was the ultimate in paradinic pleasures. I'm not sure if the US is ready for a performance piece that is so genre bending. America likes to pigeon hole things, and if they can't find a space to limit it, they usually dismiss it. Ron has taken his career to a new and more exciting level, pushing boundaries in ways not thought possible. Julianna is a marvel of beauty, talent and grace, with a voice that is downright thrilling. These two together are unstoppable. And Amanda the sound designer, who also plays butt trumpet during the performance is a supreme wondermint. I adore her. Its a shame that Ron has not been presented formally in his own country in more than 10 years. With this piece that may change.
The after party in the REdcat Lounge i hosted and presented an installation called "VD is VB Black and white men and women together forever." Participating was a range of artists like writer Lisa Teasley, The Toxic Titties Collective, Lesbians to the Rescue, Lukas Michel and photographer Matty Lipp. I also had raging beauties like, Kimberly Kim of the Parlour Club, Taj of 13 BC, the personal piercer of Janet Jackson and Christina Aguillera, Jean Spinosa, Mary Mary Pagone, Japhey Rockerfeller and Matthew "Bubble Butt" Guggenheim. My living sculptures were a wonder to behold, and of course everyone got wild and drunk. I also showed the Billy Miller video that goes with my song, "Tom Cruise Loves Women" and it was a very timely hit with the crowd.
Later i went to the juicy lesbian club at the Gauntlet II that Xochtl hosts, and danced the night away. I was floating in an alcoholic splendour when artist Nao Bustamente(sister of Lt. Governor Cruz Bustamente) whisked me into the ladies room to shnort some cocaine. Two toots up each nostril, and i was sober. I'm not much of a druggy, this was only my third time doing cocaine---hard to believe eh? I'd like to become a dope addict strung out on heroine, crack and crystal meth. Somehow i doubt that would ever happen, as i don't have an addictive personality, but one can dream can't they. When the bar closed my entourage took me for a midnight snack at Echo Park Bright Spot.
Thursday i was taken to luncheon at Cafe Des Artiste by LA Weekly Deputy Editor Cadillac Joe Donnelly, of the big, fine, round ass, and Christine "Qtr Pounder" Pelisek. Had a wonderful time hanging out with them.
Later that evening i went to the Directors Guild to see the short film "Beyond Lovely" that i have a small role in. The sound was really high and screetchy everytime i heard my voice, and i didn't like how i was photographed. Us black folk need a lot more light. Gwen Turner looked amazing as always.
Friday morn i met the legendary Penny Arcade for breakfast at the Standard. We had a great time spending some quality girl time together. I forgot to ask her how it was to work with Margo Howard-Howard. Well next time i see her.
Later i decorated the Parlour Club for our ee cummings tribute and rehearsed with Mr. Uncertain who is looking good with his new Cruella DeUncertain two toned hairdo. Had my face beaten to an inch of its life by Mama Make-up aka Sharon Gault. The famous make-up artist that was featured in Madonna's Truth or Dare. Swedish couture designer Morgan Olsen also fitted me with a brand new gown for the Friday show and i looked radiant in it. Morgan use to be a high fashion model and is one hell of a talented and beautiful girl.
Bricktops was incredible. Dr. Robert Summers the ucla art historian to the schtars started the night off with a little lecture/soothsaying and message therapy complete with candles, oils, scents and products. Very engaging. Then Mr. Uncertain and friends took over for a performance that was spellbinding. That Mr. Un really knows how to surprise. He is truelly gifted. Madame Bricktops joined him for a rousing medly of their greatest Bricky hits including "Yung Frau" the german drinking song, "I wonder who's kissing him now" and "Waterfalls" Then famed San Francisco cabaret star Robbie d and broadway ingenue Hope Levy and her black orchid trio. Buttons Sinclair was the taxi dancer and we also gave pirate Jenny a nice birthday sendoff to her native Montepelier. The hot celebrities included Bruce LaBruce and writer Jonathan Sofran Froer who came with lovesexy actor Chris Evans of the Fantastic Four movie. This is the second time in two weeks that Chris has been to the club. Something tells me that he has a little sugar in his tank.
Spent the night at Hector's and woke up early to go with him to Camp Pendleton to see the Triathalon. All i can say is hot hot hot men with very large feet, asses and peni. My Cornelius eyes were popping. After the race was over we went to the nuclear nude beach at San Onofre. I did the ho stroll through the valleys, caves and crevices and squirrel got her gnut from this nudie patudie. Of course traffic returning to Los Ang was brutal and we missed the Bruce La Bruce opening at Peres Projects. Later in the eve we went to Jeffreyland Hilberts birthday party for his ex-love Ozzy Ozzwaldo. Tomorrow i head for Berlin. Wish me pluck.
Wednesday was the US Premiere of Ron Athey and Julianna Snapper's The Judas Cradle at the Disney Hall's Redcat Theatre. The Judas Cradle was presented in association with Outfest's Platinum Experimental Series. It was exciting seeing this piece in all its fully produced splendor. I'd seen the workshop bits and pieces but being able to see it fully realized was the ultimate in paradinic pleasures. I'm not sure if the US is ready for a performance piece that is so genre bending. America likes to pigeon hole things, and if they can't find a space to limit it, they usually dismiss it. Ron has taken his career to a new and more exciting level, pushing boundaries in ways not thought possible. Julianna is a marvel of beauty, talent and grace, with a voice that is downright thrilling. These two together are unstoppable. And Amanda the sound designer, who also plays butt trumpet during the performance is a supreme wondermint. I adore her. Its a shame that Ron has not been presented formally in his own country in more than 10 years. With this piece that may change.
The after party in the REdcat Lounge i hosted and presented an installation called "VD is VB Black and white men and women together forever." Participating was a range of artists like writer Lisa Teasley, The Toxic Titties Collective, Lesbians to the Rescue, Lukas Michel and photographer Matty Lipp. I also had raging beauties like, Kimberly Kim of the Parlour Club, Taj of 13 BC, the personal piercer of Janet Jackson and Christina Aguillera, Jean Spinosa, Mary Mary Pagone, Japhey Rockerfeller and Matthew "Bubble Butt" Guggenheim. My living sculptures were a wonder to behold, and of course everyone got wild and drunk. I also showed the Billy Miller video that goes with my song, "Tom Cruise Loves Women" and it was a very timely hit with the crowd.
Later i went to the juicy lesbian club at the Gauntlet II that Xochtl hosts, and danced the night away. I was floating in an alcoholic splendour when artist Nao Bustamente(sister of Lt. Governor Cruz Bustamente) whisked me into the ladies room to shnort some cocaine. Two toots up each nostril, and i was sober. I'm not much of a druggy, this was only my third time doing cocaine---hard to believe eh? I'd like to become a dope addict strung out on heroine, crack and crystal meth. Somehow i doubt that would ever happen, as i don't have an addictive personality, but one can dream can't they. When the bar closed my entourage took me for a midnight snack at Echo Park Bright Spot.
Thursday i was taken to luncheon at Cafe Des Artiste by LA Weekly Deputy Editor Cadillac Joe Donnelly, of the big, fine, round ass, and Christine "Qtr Pounder" Pelisek. Had a wonderful time hanging out with them.
Later that evening i went to the Directors Guild to see the short film "Beyond Lovely" that i have a small role in. The sound was really high and screetchy everytime i heard my voice, and i didn't like how i was photographed. Us black folk need a lot more light. Gwen Turner looked amazing as always.
Friday morn i met the legendary Penny Arcade for breakfast at the Standard. We had a great time spending some quality girl time together. I forgot to ask her how it was to work with Margo Howard-Howard. Well next time i see her.
Later i decorated the Parlour Club for our ee cummings tribute and rehearsed with Mr. Uncertain who is looking good with his new Cruella DeUncertain two toned hairdo. Had my face beaten to an inch of its life by Mama Make-up aka Sharon Gault. The famous make-up artist that was featured in Madonna's Truth or Dare. Swedish couture designer Morgan Olsen also fitted me with a brand new gown for the Friday show and i looked radiant in it. Morgan use to be a high fashion model and is one hell of a talented and beautiful girl.
Bricktops was incredible. Dr. Robert Summers the ucla art historian to the schtars started the night off with a little lecture/soothsaying and message therapy complete with candles, oils, scents and products. Very engaging. Then Mr. Uncertain and friends took over for a performance that was spellbinding. That Mr. Un really knows how to surprise. He is truelly gifted. Madame Bricktops joined him for a rousing medly of their greatest Bricky hits including "Yung Frau" the german drinking song, "I wonder who's kissing him now" and "Waterfalls" Then famed San Francisco cabaret star Robbie d and broadway ingenue Hope Levy and her black orchid trio. Buttons Sinclair was the taxi dancer and we also gave pirate Jenny a nice birthday sendoff to her native Montepelier. The hot celebrities included Bruce LaBruce and writer Jonathan Sofran Froer who came with lovesexy actor Chris Evans of the Fantastic Four movie. This is the second time in two weeks that Chris has been to the club. Something tells me that he has a little sugar in his tank.
Spent the night at Hector's and woke up early to go with him to Camp Pendleton to see the Triathalon. All i can say is hot hot hot men with very large feet, asses and peni. My Cornelius eyes were popping. After the race was over we went to the nuclear nude beach at San Onofre. I did the ho stroll through the valleys, caves and crevices and squirrel got her gnut from this nudie patudie. Of course traffic returning to Los Ang was brutal and we missed the Bruce La Bruce opening at Peres Projects. Later in the eve we went to Jeffreyland Hilberts birthday party for his ex-love Ozzy Ozzwaldo. Tomorrow i head for Berlin. Wish me pluck.
Monday, July 11, 2005
THE POLIS TRANSFIGURED
I forgot to mention my hot sex date after Bricktops on Friday. No i didn't pick up someone from the club---that happens to EVERYONE except me. When i was doing Club Sucker, i scored maybe two boys a year, though my Sucker partners Frank & Dale had at least 4-6 boys a night in the loo, not to mention the many they took home, or the wilde unbridled sex orgies they participated in at the end of almost every Sunday evening at various homes and apartments, usually involving handsome and rugged Ste'Eve Harrington Hall(who is the worlds type) Tommy "Big Balls" Henrikson and an assortment of hunky Sucker regulars.
I wish i was a complete sex magnet, but alas i am not. Earlier in the evening after i had my interview at the studio with Jane Pratt i took the bus to make-up artist of the schtars house in Hancock Park, Patrice Rojere, who beat me a fine Bricky face, but on the autobus was a cute Japanese student going to USC who was on his way to work at some Sushi bar. These young kids from Japan can be tall and sexy with very nice pale perfect skin. I told him i was working late at this bar and could come over to his place at around 2:30am. I didn't need to tell him my life story, that I'm a tired black drag queen, luckily he lives right off of Fairfax and Santa Monica Blvd. So i tried to wash my make-up off as best i could and got to his place as he was walking up----perfect timing! I plowed that little round bubble butt to an inch of its life like a true mack mama baracuda femme top. I guess i was taking out all my righteous anger of the last few weeks on that poor innocent Japanese bum----he loved it!!! When we woke up around 7am with our early morning hard-ons, i preceeded to plank him again, the poor child was so caught up in my jackhammering that he didn't seem to notice my putrid acid breath. This is my second Japanese trick, and honey i want more rice! I'm not attracted to Japanese American boys, i guess because i grew up with them, though my very first crush was on my best friend from from 1st grade, Michael Takaneshi. He was so pretty and perfect with a warm smile and the darkest shinyest straight hair, i remember being crazy about him,even our mothers got along, and my mother is such a loner that she never liked anyone, but she and Mrs. Takaneshi would talk for hours while me and Michael played. My mother always felt that Japanese people were prejudiced against blacks, so she always proceeded cautiously with them, and other Asians. Though i remember her fondly talking about a Japanese couple she and her husband at the time (My sisters father) rented a room from in Portland, Oregon before World War II and coming to California. When Michael's family moved from the Normandie and Pico area to Gardena, i cried for weeks.
Actually i have a crush on that young Korean actor John Cho(no relation to Margaret). I saw him once coming out of that rehearsal space on Hollywood Blvd and Ivar. I guess he has some kind of punk/emo band. I loved him in that guilty pleasure movie Harold & Kamar Go to WhiteCastle. He's really gorgeous in person, i bet he has a nice kimchi flavoured bung hole.
Since i was up early on Saturday, i tried to connect with Larry BobGoblin of Larry, Hall & Jack to have breakfast, but i couldn't get ahold of them, so i went to the studio to work on my new piece that I'll be doing further work on in Berlin. Later that night Mar Lou De Luna and her husband Hal Marinas picked me up and took me to eat at Cafe Du Village in Larchmont Village. I've known Mar Lou since 4th grade when she came FOB from the Phillipines. We went to middle school together, but different high schools, and started off as undergrads at UCLA, somehow we were meant to stay friends, even though she is now a lawyer for the State of California and is married to a lawyer and they both live in a upper echlong enclave in Glendale's Montrose Hills. She and her husband Hal have been going out since College. Fertile and I use to DJ parties at Hal's Fraternity. I guess i have this other side of me that most people don't know about. I've been out with Hal and MarLou and run into friends who later asked me how i know the conservative looking couple. They look astounded when i tell them our history.
After dinner MarLou wanted desert at Sweet Lady Jane's on Melrose, but the lighting is so unflattering that i refused to go inside, also the people were such icky overbearing yuppies, and these days I'm not exactly featuring yuppies or other wealthy people who for enjoyment must sit in their bank vaults once a week, and count all their money--just to make sure its all there.
Didn't Sweet Lady Jane use to be on 3rd near LaCienega? I think it was better at that location. So we wound up having desert and capacinos at the Pacific Dining Car which was marvelous. Marlou and Hal are such an hysterical couple, they keep me constantly laughing with their droll sense of humour. When we were walking to the restaurant in Larchmont Village, they ran into one of their friends, who i could tell was puzzled by the fact they were with me, and didn't quite understand the connection.
Sunday, Bruce "Judy" La Bruce arrived. She has a installation at the Peres Projects Gallery in Chinatown, and is staying at film editor Billy Rich's house while Billy is in North Carolina working on a hip-hop movie. Bruce and I had dinner at some Thai food restaurant in the mini mall across the street from Akbar. We wanted to eat at The Kitchen, but they close too damn early. The food at the Thai place was fine, but the Kareoke was intollerable. I hate Kareoke. Judy and i caught up on gossip about Ricky Castro and others, and had a general hoot of a girlish time.
I forgot to mention my hot sex date after Bricktops on Friday. No i didn't pick up someone from the club---that happens to EVERYONE except me. When i was doing Club Sucker, i scored maybe two boys a year, though my Sucker partners Frank & Dale had at least 4-6 boys a night in the loo, not to mention the many they took home, or the wilde unbridled sex orgies they participated in at the end of almost every Sunday evening at various homes and apartments, usually involving handsome and rugged Ste'Eve Harrington Hall(who is the worlds type) Tommy "Big Balls" Henrikson and an assortment of hunky Sucker regulars.
I wish i was a complete sex magnet, but alas i am not. Earlier in the evening after i had my interview at the studio with Jane Pratt i took the bus to make-up artist of the schtars house in Hancock Park, Patrice Rojere, who beat me a fine Bricky face, but on the autobus was a cute Japanese student going to USC who was on his way to work at some Sushi bar. These young kids from Japan can be tall and sexy with very nice pale perfect skin. I told him i was working late at this bar and could come over to his place at around 2:30am. I didn't need to tell him my life story, that I'm a tired black drag queen, luckily he lives right off of Fairfax and Santa Monica Blvd. So i tried to wash my make-up off as best i could and got to his place as he was walking up----perfect timing! I plowed that little round bubble butt to an inch of its life like a true mack mama baracuda femme top. I guess i was taking out all my righteous anger of the last few weeks on that poor innocent Japanese bum----he loved it!!! When we woke up around 7am with our early morning hard-ons, i preceeded to plank him again, the poor child was so caught up in my jackhammering that he didn't seem to notice my putrid acid breath. This is my second Japanese trick, and honey i want more rice! I'm not attracted to Japanese American boys, i guess because i grew up with them, though my very first crush was on my best friend from from 1st grade, Michael Takaneshi. He was so pretty and perfect with a warm smile and the darkest shinyest straight hair, i remember being crazy about him,even our mothers got along, and my mother is such a loner that she never liked anyone, but she and Mrs. Takaneshi would talk for hours while me and Michael played. My mother always felt that Japanese people were prejudiced against blacks, so she always proceeded cautiously with them, and other Asians. Though i remember her fondly talking about a Japanese couple she and her husband at the time (My sisters father) rented a room from in Portland, Oregon before World War II and coming to California. When Michael's family moved from the Normandie and Pico area to Gardena, i cried for weeks.
Actually i have a crush on that young Korean actor John Cho(no relation to Margaret). I saw him once coming out of that rehearsal space on Hollywood Blvd and Ivar. I guess he has some kind of punk/emo band. I loved him in that guilty pleasure movie Harold & Kamar Go to WhiteCastle. He's really gorgeous in person, i bet he has a nice kimchi flavoured bung hole.
Since i was up early on Saturday, i tried to connect with Larry BobGoblin of Larry, Hall & Jack to have breakfast, but i couldn't get ahold of them, so i went to the studio to work on my new piece that I'll be doing further work on in Berlin. Later that night Mar Lou De Luna and her husband Hal Marinas picked me up and took me to eat at Cafe Du Village in Larchmont Village. I've known Mar Lou since 4th grade when she came FOB from the Phillipines. We went to middle school together, but different high schools, and started off as undergrads at UCLA, somehow we were meant to stay friends, even though she is now a lawyer for the State of California and is married to a lawyer and they both live in a upper echlong enclave in Glendale's Montrose Hills. She and her husband Hal have been going out since College. Fertile and I use to DJ parties at Hal's Fraternity. I guess i have this other side of me that most people don't know about. I've been out with Hal and MarLou and run into friends who later asked me how i know the conservative looking couple. They look astounded when i tell them our history.
After dinner MarLou wanted desert at Sweet Lady Jane's on Melrose, but the lighting is so unflattering that i refused to go inside, also the people were such icky overbearing yuppies, and these days I'm not exactly featuring yuppies or other wealthy people who for enjoyment must sit in their bank vaults once a week, and count all their money--just to make sure its all there.
Didn't Sweet Lady Jane use to be on 3rd near LaCienega? I think it was better at that location. So we wound up having desert and capacinos at the Pacific Dining Car which was marvelous. Marlou and Hal are such an hysterical couple, they keep me constantly laughing with their droll sense of humour. When we were walking to the restaurant in Larchmont Village, they ran into one of their friends, who i could tell was puzzled by the fact they were with me, and didn't quite understand the connection.
Sunday, Bruce "Judy" La Bruce arrived. She has a installation at the Peres Projects Gallery in Chinatown, and is staying at film editor Billy Rich's house while Billy is in North Carolina working on a hip-hop movie. Bruce and I had dinner at some Thai food restaurant in the mini mall across the street from Akbar. We wanted to eat at The Kitchen, but they close too damn early. The food at the Thai place was fine, but the Kareoke was intollerable. I hate Kareoke. Judy and i caught up on gossip about Ricky Castro and others, and had a general hoot of a girlish time.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
LE GUSTA,LE DISGUSTA
Now that Bricktops is coming to a close at the Parlour Club, all these mainstream magazines are interested in doing interviews with me. Miss Jane Pratt had to see my MacArthur Park studio she's heard so much about. I like Jane, she wrote about me first when she was an editor with the olde first version of Sassy Magazine. I was surprised she remembered me, she later came by Bricky's and thought that it was the most amazing club she'd EVER been to. She was very much impressed by the diversity of the people present, some gay, straight or contemplative, and the performances from Pretty Things, Brian Grillo, Larry, Hall & Jack, and the Toxic Titties. She pulled me aside and said, "the blurring of audience and performer at this space is unbelievable . . .where do you find these acts?" She was also mesmerized by taxi dancer Mary, Mary and our gorgeous bar dom Kimberly Kim. Jane wanted to know if the janitors have to wear 20s costumes. For some reason she thinks the club is 20s every night. Of couse i didn't bother to correct her in that assumption.
I also was interviewed by this glossy magazine from Palm Springs. Why they would be interested in me, i can't fathom. Oh and Allure, Elle and Arena have sent me quiry's as well, all on the topic of speakeasy's being the big "new thing" Oh brother!!!!
Rick Owens said he was still working on Anna Wintour doing something on Bricktops for Vogue with the Bricky kids wearing his clothes, of course this would come through NOW of all times. Oh welpsis.
Last night was so marvelous and frantic. Warhol legend Penny Arcade was on fire. That lady sure knows how to work a microphone. I did a little dance with Brian that was a lot of fun. Several boys in the audience were panting over him. He's been a masculine beauty prize for over 20 years, and you can build a dream on his round bubble butt. The youngsters could take lessons from Penny and Brian on how to keep it together. Besides his former bands Ella and the Blacks and Extra Fancy, Brian had the group Lock-Up which later morphed into Rage Against the Machine. I always thought Lock-Up was more interesting then Rage, I use to do some amazing shows with Lock-up in the early 90s with my band PME. Brian also was in the great combo Brian's Brain with Margo Olaverra, one of the original GoGo's and at the height of his Grillo Follies fame he choreographed several videoes of 80s stars like Kim Carnes and even Mr.Luther Vandros, who wasn't very nice to Brian when they worked together. Luther most likely had a crush on Brian, as he favoured blonde boys. That Luther was quite a talent, before he became this R&B balladeer, he worked with David Bowie and had a band with Niles Rogers, before Chic, and did back up singing on the Fame soundtrack. Remember the song, "I Sing The Body Electric?" He was also quite an arranger. Luther honey, RIP. I wonder how many of you out there remember my Luther parody persona that would sing in a wheelchair, that i called Lester Vartan? The first time i did Lester Vartan, no one recognized him as me, the prejudiced bastards just thought i was some crazy black man with a gheri curl wearing a tacky shiny suit.
Speaking of the dearly departed, film star June Haver bit the morcoil. Most people don't remember her at all. Her career only lasted about ten years. She was used as a threat to Betty Grable at 20th Century Fox during the 40s. They even did the movie "The Dolly Sisters" 1945 together. I loved her in "I'll Get Bye" 1950 and "I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now" 1947. She had a sweet singing voice, and was really ahead of her time in that she gave up her Hollywood career for a spell and joined a nunery. This was after a very secret love affair with Sammy Davis Jr. Sammy later was carrying on with Kim Novack, Guy Madison, Tab Hunter, Tommy Rall, & John Kerr all at the same time. Sammy had a notorious cruel club cocoa cock. But getting back to June Haver, She left the order and wound up married forever to dull Fred MacMurray.
The divine Mary, Mary Pagone told me that she had a similiar breakfast experience at Dusty's in Silverlake with the same awful waitress, that she refers to as Naomi Notts. The waitress did look a little like Naomi Watts, but bloated, like she was retaining a lot of water in her face for some reason. Mary refuses to return to Musty's, as she calls the place now. So there you have it. I'm not just being an hysterical black queen, thinking that the yuppie world has a vendetta against me.
Oh i forgot to tell you that the Gallic beauty of an actor Romain Duris, from the hit new film The Beat That My Heart Skipped, was at Bricky's last night with this french girl who is a friend of Olivier and Daphanee, the golden couple who were working for Universal Vivendi a couple of years ago and living rent free in a sumpteous Mulholland Drive mansion across the street from David Hockney and one of the Getty's. How wonder Universal went under. They were paying Olivier and Daphanee a bundle to do nothing, but have parties, utilize personal trainers, and enjoy the good life under executive perks. That proves it to me that being a wage slave is no life---you have to find a grift and work it. Of course coming from Europe with a sexy accent helps. Americans are such suckers for that. No one would be offering me any high paying jobs here in this so called land of plenty. I live under the poverty level at around $9,000 a year or less. Granted i do live a somewhat glamorous life, but i don't have a pot to pee in.
Now that Bricktops is coming to a close at the Parlour Club, all these mainstream magazines are interested in doing interviews with me. Miss Jane Pratt had to see my MacArthur Park studio she's heard so much about. I like Jane, she wrote about me first when she was an editor with the olde first version of Sassy Magazine. I was surprised she remembered me, she later came by Bricky's and thought that it was the most amazing club she'd EVER been to. She was very much impressed by the diversity of the people present, some gay, straight or contemplative, and the performances from Pretty Things, Brian Grillo, Larry, Hall & Jack, and the Toxic Titties. She pulled me aside and said, "the blurring of audience and performer at this space is unbelievable . . .where do you find these acts?" She was also mesmerized by taxi dancer Mary, Mary and our gorgeous bar dom Kimberly Kim. Jane wanted to know if the janitors have to wear 20s costumes. For some reason she thinks the club is 20s every night. Of couse i didn't bother to correct her in that assumption.
I also was interviewed by this glossy magazine from Palm Springs. Why they would be interested in me, i can't fathom. Oh and Allure, Elle and Arena have sent me quiry's as well, all on the topic of speakeasy's being the big "new thing" Oh brother!!!!
Rick Owens said he was still working on Anna Wintour doing something on Bricktops for Vogue with the Bricky kids wearing his clothes, of course this would come through NOW of all times. Oh welpsis.
Last night was so marvelous and frantic. Warhol legend Penny Arcade was on fire. That lady sure knows how to work a microphone. I did a little dance with Brian that was a lot of fun. Several boys in the audience were panting over him. He's been a masculine beauty prize for over 20 years, and you can build a dream on his round bubble butt. The youngsters could take lessons from Penny and Brian on how to keep it together. Besides his former bands Ella and the Blacks and Extra Fancy, Brian had the group Lock-Up which later morphed into Rage Against the Machine. I always thought Lock-Up was more interesting then Rage, I use to do some amazing shows with Lock-up in the early 90s with my band PME. Brian also was in the great combo Brian's Brain with Margo Olaverra, one of the original GoGo's and at the height of his Grillo Follies fame he choreographed several videoes of 80s stars like Kim Carnes and even Mr.Luther Vandros, who wasn't very nice to Brian when they worked together. Luther most likely had a crush on Brian, as he favoured blonde boys. That Luther was quite a talent, before he became this R&B balladeer, he worked with David Bowie and had a band with Niles Rogers, before Chic, and did back up singing on the Fame soundtrack. Remember the song, "I Sing The Body Electric?" He was also quite an arranger. Luther honey, RIP. I wonder how many of you out there remember my Luther parody persona that would sing in a wheelchair, that i called Lester Vartan? The first time i did Lester Vartan, no one recognized him as me, the prejudiced bastards just thought i was some crazy black man with a gheri curl wearing a tacky shiny suit.
Speaking of the dearly departed, film star June Haver bit the morcoil. Most people don't remember her at all. Her career only lasted about ten years. She was used as a threat to Betty Grable at 20th Century Fox during the 40s. They even did the movie "The Dolly Sisters" 1945 together. I loved her in "I'll Get Bye" 1950 and "I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now" 1947. She had a sweet singing voice, and was really ahead of her time in that she gave up her Hollywood career for a spell and joined a nunery. This was after a very secret love affair with Sammy Davis Jr. Sammy later was carrying on with Kim Novack, Guy Madison, Tab Hunter, Tommy Rall, & John Kerr all at the same time. Sammy had a notorious cruel club cocoa cock. But getting back to June Haver, She left the order and wound up married forever to dull Fred MacMurray.
The divine Mary, Mary Pagone told me that she had a similiar breakfast experience at Dusty's in Silverlake with the same awful waitress, that she refers to as Naomi Notts. The waitress did look a little like Naomi Watts, but bloated, like she was retaining a lot of water in her face for some reason. Mary refuses to return to Musty's, as she calls the place now. So there you have it. I'm not just being an hysterical black queen, thinking that the yuppie world has a vendetta against me.
Oh i forgot to tell you that the Gallic beauty of an actor Romain Duris, from the hit new film The Beat That My Heart Skipped, was at Bricky's last night with this french girl who is a friend of Olivier and Daphanee, the golden couple who were working for Universal Vivendi a couple of years ago and living rent free in a sumpteous Mulholland Drive mansion across the street from David Hockney and one of the Getty's. How wonder Universal went under. They were paying Olivier and Daphanee a bundle to do nothing, but have parties, utilize personal trainers, and enjoy the good life under executive perks. That proves it to me that being a wage slave is no life---you have to find a grift and work it. Of course coming from Europe with a sexy accent helps. Americans are such suckers for that. No one would be offering me any high paying jobs here in this so called land of plenty. I live under the poverty level at around $9,000 a year or less. Granted i do live a somewhat glamorous life, but i don't have a pot to pee in.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
YOU, ME AND EVERY ENCHILADA WE KNOW
Saw Miranda July's new film. I surprisingly liked it. I loved the mixed race children used, that was a great touch, and she certainly learned a great deal from her relationship with Miguel Arleta(Chuck & Buck)i think she owes him a little more then a thank you at the end. They were once a couple, and now are friends, and i heard she called him to rub it in his face about her success at Cannes. A lot of the pacing in the film is very Miguel, but Missy Miranda does have a strong eye that serves her well, and she looked great in the film. I remember when she played at my Club Sucker. She didn't go over very well, she came off a bit haughty in that Pacific Northwest way, and the crowd wasn't having it. She looks so much better with her natural hair color. I wouldn't say she is pretty, just interesting looking in a very melancholy way. She is obviously a careerist and knows how to work it. I can see her going far.
Took Professor Doyle out for breaky to celebrate her tenure status at UC Riverside. Its quite an accomplishment to be an associate professor while you're still in you're early 30s. We went to Dusty's the new trendy eatery in Silverlake. The youngish blonde waitress wasn't feeling us for whatever reason, so i went into evil black queen mode, dismissing her left and right. She gave good service to a bunch of backward baseball cap yuppie boys seated in front of us---the new breed that is making Silverlake so repellant. Dusty's is owned by this woman from Montreal, and if she wants to continue doing business in this town, she'd better get her staff in check. I may not be rich, but I am one powerful black woman, and i can destroy you, if you get on my bad side. I can't recommend Dusty's and i certainly won't be returning there, and will spread the word that my people shouldn't patronize the place either. The last restaurant i demeritted was closed in less then 3 months.
Talk to sweet Michael Lucid of the Pretty Things. He told me that the Production Company Autonomy had approached him about turning Pretty Things into a TV series. They read the article on them in the LA Weekly. Sound familiar? Autonomy read the LA Times and NY Times article on me, and took me out to a power brunch. I met with the company president Rick Scott, who i actually liked. He's a bit of a goofball, and has a wife and male lover. You can't get more polymorphously perverse then that. His VP in charge of Developmentt Joel Lipman was my main contact, and he seemed sincere also, but was more normal with a wife and kid. The gay member of their executive team, whose name i forget, i immediately despised. At our brunch at the Pacific Dining Car he was very condescending to me, i guess that both uf us being queens, we cancelled each other out. Word to the wise: Don't insult someone you sought out. Now i remember why i don't like yuppies.
Well it seems like Autonomy wanted to do some sort of documentary on gay couples and wanted to profile Abby and Amanda of the The Ditty Bops, and was using Michael of Pretty Things to get at them. Michael has a great head on his shoulder and didn't fall for it. He also has been approached by some 21 year old Jimmy Glick kid who worked for VH1 and now for that tired Logo Gay Cable network. The power bitch at VH1 just poo paahed them, and i told Michael it would be a big mistake to ghettoize himself with a gay cable network. Logo didn't get what he was doing anyway, which is typical.
Saw Miranda July's new film. I surprisingly liked it. I loved the mixed race children used, that was a great touch, and she certainly learned a great deal from her relationship with Miguel Arleta(Chuck & Buck)i think she owes him a little more then a thank you at the end. They were once a couple, and now are friends, and i heard she called him to rub it in his face about her success at Cannes. A lot of the pacing in the film is very Miguel, but Missy Miranda does have a strong eye that serves her well, and she looked great in the film. I remember when she played at my Club Sucker. She didn't go over very well, she came off a bit haughty in that Pacific Northwest way, and the crowd wasn't having it. She looks so much better with her natural hair color. I wouldn't say she is pretty, just interesting looking in a very melancholy way. She is obviously a careerist and knows how to work it. I can see her going far.
Took Professor Doyle out for breaky to celebrate her tenure status at UC Riverside. Its quite an accomplishment to be an associate professor while you're still in you're early 30s. We went to Dusty's the new trendy eatery in Silverlake. The youngish blonde waitress wasn't feeling us for whatever reason, so i went into evil black queen mode, dismissing her left and right. She gave good service to a bunch of backward baseball cap yuppie boys seated in front of us---the new breed that is making Silverlake so repellant. Dusty's is owned by this woman from Montreal, and if she wants to continue doing business in this town, she'd better get her staff in check. I may not be rich, but I am one powerful black woman, and i can destroy you, if you get on my bad side. I can't recommend Dusty's and i certainly won't be returning there, and will spread the word that my people shouldn't patronize the place either. The last restaurant i demeritted was closed in less then 3 months.
Talk to sweet Michael Lucid of the Pretty Things. He told me that the Production Company Autonomy had approached him about turning Pretty Things into a TV series. They read the article on them in the LA Weekly. Sound familiar? Autonomy read the LA Times and NY Times article on me, and took me out to a power brunch. I met with the company president Rick Scott, who i actually liked. He's a bit of a goofball, and has a wife and male lover. You can't get more polymorphously perverse then that. His VP in charge of Developmentt Joel Lipman was my main contact, and he seemed sincere also, but was more normal with a wife and kid. The gay member of their executive team, whose name i forget, i immediately despised. At our brunch at the Pacific Dining Car he was very condescending to me, i guess that both uf us being queens, we cancelled each other out. Word to the wise: Don't insult someone you sought out. Now i remember why i don't like yuppies.
Well it seems like Autonomy wanted to do some sort of documentary on gay couples and wanted to profile Abby and Amanda of the The Ditty Bops, and was using Michael of Pretty Things to get at them. Michael has a great head on his shoulder and didn't fall for it. He also has been approached by some 21 year old Jimmy Glick kid who worked for VH1 and now for that tired Logo Gay Cable network. The power bitch at VH1 just poo paahed them, and i told Michael it would be a big mistake to ghettoize himself with a gay cable network. Logo didn't get what he was doing anyway, which is typical.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
BURCU'S TANGLES
When i was housesitting for Hector I took a little trip via the Blue Line to Long Beach with sexy crooner Brian Grillo. Brian loves to escape Silverlake and have breakfast in Long Beach. I wasn't feeling very well, when Brian came to pick me up on Sunday morn for the excursion, with my head cheese congestion and aching joints, but we had made plans a week before so i wanted to keep them, plus its so much fun having quality time with Brian, who i've known forever. The ride down to LB was pleasant, and surprisingly quick. I guess gang bangers don't get up before 10am. Its surprising to me how close Long Beach is, but it seems like i'm in a different part of the world. Long Beach doesn't leave you with an icky aftertaste like the San Fernando Valley. We decided to have the sunday brunch at Hamburger Mary's, it wasn't the best choice, but we were both too hungry to argue it. Luckily we were the first to arrive, so there wasn't much queeny ickyness that you would imagine would be a part of such an establishment. The cutesy plucked eyebrowed waiter kept bringing us memosa's so we were cheap dates. A little bit later there was a raging table of twinkie pies and lesbian soccer moms. Thank god we finished eating before the floor show started. Neither of us being in the mood for provincial drag.
We took a walk along the main gay strip which is really gentrified these days. I can remember back in the late 70s and early 80s when that part of long beach was funky and chunky. We continued drinking at the leather bar The Mine Shaft, with this olde school bartender who kept buying us shots. My summer cold was making me too uncomfortable, so we headed back to Hollywood before the beerbust crowd arrived.
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Last night's Bricktops was our first after the announcement of the Parlour's closing. It seems like the word is out, and there were tons of well wishers, and cutie pies. The evenings theme was a salute to cubist Georges Braque, and art historian Robert Summers gave an amazing lecture with hoary visuals. Pacific Northwest bawdy burlesque queen Loud Louisa gave a hilarious performance and Madame Bricktops did a tribute to matinee idol Tom Cruise.
Latest Tom Cruise Gossip: Tom got caught in bed with Rob Thomas by Thomas' wife, and they've paid her off royally to not go to the media. I don't know if i believe this tale, as Tom is a notorious dinge queen and only has sex with black men, and Mr. Rob Thomas and his plucky pop music career is sooooo white, he's even whiter then Tom Cruise. I have to give Tom some credit here---he doesn't like bland lovers, he needs men who can fill his hole-----at all cost, squirrel has to get his gnut!
Pirate Jenny outdid herself in the DJ booth. She was playing the best music and everyone was dancing wildly and franticly---thats the way it should be. Mary Mary and Shauna Leone were leading everyone down that primrose promordial path. I shared a nice flirtation with the unbelievably sexy faith based scholar Reza Aslan whose new book "No God but God" is the summer's hottest read. I hope hunky Reza comes back again, i'd like to chew the cud off of his muslim peni.
I was so exhausted at the end of the night, and my beautiful Andrew of Gould made me one hell of a delicious vegi burger back at his Los Feliz compound.
When i was housesitting for Hector I took a little trip via the Blue Line to Long Beach with sexy crooner Brian Grillo. Brian loves to escape Silverlake and have breakfast in Long Beach. I wasn't feeling very well, when Brian came to pick me up on Sunday morn for the excursion, with my head cheese congestion and aching joints, but we had made plans a week before so i wanted to keep them, plus its so much fun having quality time with Brian, who i've known forever. The ride down to LB was pleasant, and surprisingly quick. I guess gang bangers don't get up before 10am. Its surprising to me how close Long Beach is, but it seems like i'm in a different part of the world. Long Beach doesn't leave you with an icky aftertaste like the San Fernando Valley. We decided to have the sunday brunch at Hamburger Mary's, it wasn't the best choice, but we were both too hungry to argue it. Luckily we were the first to arrive, so there wasn't much queeny ickyness that you would imagine would be a part of such an establishment. The cutesy plucked eyebrowed waiter kept bringing us memosa's so we were cheap dates. A little bit later there was a raging table of twinkie pies and lesbian soccer moms. Thank god we finished eating before the floor show started. Neither of us being in the mood for provincial drag.
We took a walk along the main gay strip which is really gentrified these days. I can remember back in the late 70s and early 80s when that part of long beach was funky and chunky. We continued drinking at the leather bar The Mine Shaft, with this olde school bartender who kept buying us shots. My summer cold was making me too uncomfortable, so we headed back to Hollywood before the beerbust crowd arrived.
***
Last night's Bricktops was our first after the announcement of the Parlour's closing. It seems like the word is out, and there were tons of well wishers, and cutie pies. The evenings theme was a salute to cubist Georges Braque, and art historian Robert Summers gave an amazing lecture with hoary visuals. Pacific Northwest bawdy burlesque queen Loud Louisa gave a hilarious performance and Madame Bricktops did a tribute to matinee idol Tom Cruise.
Latest Tom Cruise Gossip: Tom got caught in bed with Rob Thomas by Thomas' wife, and they've paid her off royally to not go to the media. I don't know if i believe this tale, as Tom is a notorious dinge queen and only has sex with black men, and Mr. Rob Thomas and his plucky pop music career is sooooo white, he's even whiter then Tom Cruise. I have to give Tom some credit here---he doesn't like bland lovers, he needs men who can fill his hole-----at all cost, squirrel has to get his gnut!
Pirate Jenny outdid herself in the DJ booth. She was playing the best music and everyone was dancing wildly and franticly---thats the way it should be. Mary Mary and Shauna Leone were leading everyone down that primrose promordial path. I shared a nice flirtation with the unbelievably sexy faith based scholar Reza Aslan whose new book "No God but God" is the summer's hottest read. I hope hunky Reza comes back again, i'd like to chew the cud off of his muslim peni.
I was so exhausted at the end of the night, and my beautiful Andrew of Gould made me one hell of a delicious vegi burger back at his Los Feliz compound.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
CHIETA ZATEL
Updata on Bricktops. Bricktops will continue at the Parlour Club until the end of July so make every Friday count by making yourself present, alert and of the moment. For those of you who have never been to Bricktops at the Parlour Club now's your time to experience something very special.
No word yet on what venue Bricktops could move to. The space would have to be extroidinary, with a full bar and cheap, cheap drinks. Please feel free to email Vaginal Davis with any suggestions c/o Gleeson Brevard at gleebrevard@aol.com.
Below is a transcript of art historian Robert Summers amazing lecture on Garland Modalities that he gave at Bricktops last Friday. He will be giving another lecture tomorrow on the topic of Georges Braque & Picasso's homo pathology. Get to the club early so you don't miss it--that means 10:30pm sharp.
Garland Modalities
By Dr. Robert Summers
Art Historian to the Schtars
It’s a well-known fact (it almost goes without saying) that Judy Garland was and is the Grande Dame of the modern-day fag hag; there were, of course, proto-predecessors, if you will, like Helen of Troy and Mary Magdalene, but they were more "beards" than fag hags. But Judy on the other hand, in one fell swoop, reconfigured and redeployed the "beard" (which some people still participate in, say, for example, Tom Cruise and whoever he is "dating") into the fag hag, proper. In more ways than one, the fag’s other, the hag, was transformed from an act to a literal doing and a being—just like the invention of homosexuality in 1780, the fag hag was now an identity category. But, going back to the beard, I guess one does have to come out of the closet (or the restroom stall) in order to have the beard’s other be a fag, so the beard can become—but never cum—a hag of a certain fag.
On that note, maybe being a fag hag is a reciprocal condition. I mean all us fag hags. (Yes, I am a fag hag! Nowhere does it say you have to be a woman to be a fag hag, and anyways I have a juicy, little cunt… and any of the straight boys can come see it some time—I am so tired of my fags peeking into and poking around my ‘gina to see and feel how it would be and feel like to actually love pussy.)
Moving on, all us fag hags had to, at one point or another, give our gay boys the courage to come out, which would be what I call one of the actions in a "Garland Modality; or, Garland Fag Haggery," which is to say that there are certain procedures, for example in Garland’s case—and even lovely Liza’s case— to help one’s (gay) friend, boyfriend, or husband "come out, come out, wherever you are," which, in the case of Garland’s husbands, were usually the bushes, where he, the lovely hubby, was "just helpin’ the gardener." So, Garland married gay men and loved her fans, which also all happened to be gay men—not to mention a few lipstick lesbians who were also dreaming of stardom and the spotlight—as well as the fabulous outfits, make-up, and high-heels.
Now, what many don’t know about Judy is that she was the top in her marriages. She had the best stap-ons in the world! And, YSL, her dear friend, made her the most precious strap-on that money and love could buy. (By the way, Demi Moore bought it at an auction for 1.3 million—Ashton is thrilled!) Eventually every one of Judy’s husbands would "come out," and join the circle of fags that would surround her—and the same will happen to Ashton. Us fag hags are always helping our boys realize their full potential!
Recently, I had tea with Liza at the "W" in New York, we discussed her fag haggery, which she fully accepts and promotes (I mean it’s in her blood—how can she not accept it!) and her dearly departed friend, Andy Warhol’s, hag fagism: which is kind-of like fag hagism but without the weight problem. Anyway, Liza told me that Judy always topped her (gay) husbands, and she experienced more than one mudslide. So, I asked Liza how Judy handled this—I mean we all know the woman hated messes! And to my surprise I found out that Liza was a medium to the "other side." So there, at the W, we contacted Judy! I asked Judy (via Liza) how she dealt with shit shooting out of her hubbies butts like a proverbial "Old Faithful". And she said, in her beautiful, crusty, bourbon and Demerol induced voice, "if you can’t feel your body, then you can’t feel the shit, or smell it either! In a sense I am always ‘over the rainbow’". Yes, she was, she was.
Liza, whom I didn’t know was so gifted with contacting the spirit world, also helped me channel back in time, to the night of July 22, 1969, just weeks after her 47th birthday, I saw Judy on the floor of her bedroom with a bottle of liquor in one hand and a ruby slipper in the other—which I think had some shit on the heel. She looked up into the sky and said "Arlen, Arlen, why hast thou forsaken me … I don’t know if I am gonna make it over the rainbow, but hopefully these Benzedrine will get me over it, and then she died—like Jesus Christ, but with a drug and alcohol problem, a gay husband, a baby fag hag daughter, and a ruby shoe with shit on it. The scene was like a tragic yet beautiful death scene painted by the sodomite Caravaggio—like his so many images of Jesus Christ suffering. Indeed, like Jesus Christ (the) Superstar, Judy died for all of our sins, and especially for all the fag hags, whose right is the Kingdom of Heaven, because we have given our lives to gay men who wont ever return the love; we have been there day and night for our gay "boy friends" and our fag friends—all those men who use and abuse us but whom we love, and will continue to love as long as there are narcotics, liquor, and, yes, ice-cream!
Thank you & Goodnight
Updata on Bricktops. Bricktops will continue at the Parlour Club until the end of July so make every Friday count by making yourself present, alert and of the moment. For those of you who have never been to Bricktops at the Parlour Club now's your time to experience something very special.
No word yet on what venue Bricktops could move to. The space would have to be extroidinary, with a full bar and cheap, cheap drinks. Please feel free to email Vaginal Davis with any suggestions c/o Gleeson Brevard at gleebrevard@aol.com.
Below is a transcript of art historian Robert Summers amazing lecture on Garland Modalities that he gave at Bricktops last Friday. He will be giving another lecture tomorrow on the topic of Georges Braque & Picasso's homo pathology. Get to the club early so you don't miss it--that means 10:30pm sharp.
Garland Modalities
By Dr. Robert Summers
Art Historian to the Schtars
It’s a well-known fact (it almost goes without saying) that Judy Garland was and is the Grande Dame of the modern-day fag hag; there were, of course, proto-predecessors, if you will, like Helen of Troy and Mary Magdalene, but they were more "beards" than fag hags. But Judy on the other hand, in one fell swoop, reconfigured and redeployed the "beard" (which some people still participate in, say, for example, Tom Cruise and whoever he is "dating") into the fag hag, proper. In more ways than one, the fag’s other, the hag, was transformed from an act to a literal doing and a being—just like the invention of homosexuality in 1780, the fag hag was now an identity category. But, going back to the beard, I guess one does have to come out of the closet (or the restroom stall) in order to have the beard’s other be a fag, so the beard can become—but never cum—a hag of a certain fag.
On that note, maybe being a fag hag is a reciprocal condition. I mean all us fag hags. (Yes, I am a fag hag! Nowhere does it say you have to be a woman to be a fag hag, and anyways I have a juicy, little cunt… and any of the straight boys can come see it some time—I am so tired of my fags peeking into and poking around my ‘gina to see and feel how it would be and feel like to actually love pussy.)
Moving on, all us fag hags had to, at one point or another, give our gay boys the courage to come out, which would be what I call one of the actions in a "Garland Modality; or, Garland Fag Haggery," which is to say that there are certain procedures, for example in Garland’s case—and even lovely Liza’s case— to help one’s (gay) friend, boyfriend, or husband "come out, come out, wherever you are," which, in the case of Garland’s husbands, were usually the bushes, where he, the lovely hubby, was "just helpin’ the gardener." So, Garland married gay men and loved her fans, which also all happened to be gay men—not to mention a few lipstick lesbians who were also dreaming of stardom and the spotlight—as well as the fabulous outfits, make-up, and high-heels.
Now, what many don’t know about Judy is that she was the top in her marriages. She had the best stap-ons in the world! And, YSL, her dear friend, made her the most precious strap-on that money and love could buy. (By the way, Demi Moore bought it at an auction for 1.3 million—Ashton is thrilled!) Eventually every one of Judy’s husbands would "come out," and join the circle of fags that would surround her—and the same will happen to Ashton. Us fag hags are always helping our boys realize their full potential!
Recently, I had tea with Liza at the "W" in New York, we discussed her fag haggery, which she fully accepts and promotes (I mean it’s in her blood—how can she not accept it!) and her dearly departed friend, Andy Warhol’s, hag fagism: which is kind-of like fag hagism but without the weight problem. Anyway, Liza told me that Judy always topped her (gay) husbands, and she experienced more than one mudslide. So, I asked Liza how Judy handled this—I mean we all know the woman hated messes! And to my surprise I found out that Liza was a medium to the "other side." So there, at the W, we contacted Judy! I asked Judy (via Liza) how she dealt with shit shooting out of her hubbies butts like a proverbial "Old Faithful". And she said, in her beautiful, crusty, bourbon and Demerol induced voice, "if you can’t feel your body, then you can’t feel the shit, or smell it either! In a sense I am always ‘over the rainbow’". Yes, she was, she was.
Liza, whom I didn’t know was so gifted with contacting the spirit world, also helped me channel back in time, to the night of July 22, 1969, just weeks after her 47th birthday, I saw Judy on the floor of her bedroom with a bottle of liquor in one hand and a ruby slipper in the other—which I think had some shit on the heel. She looked up into the sky and said "Arlen, Arlen, why hast thou forsaken me … I don’t know if I am gonna make it over the rainbow, but hopefully these Benzedrine will get me over it, and then she died—like Jesus Christ, but with a drug and alcohol problem, a gay husband, a baby fag hag daughter, and a ruby shoe with shit on it. The scene was like a tragic yet beautiful death scene painted by the sodomite Caravaggio—like his so many images of Jesus Christ suffering. Indeed, like Jesus Christ (the) Superstar, Judy died for all of our sins, and especially for all the fag hags, whose right is the Kingdom of Heaven, because we have given our lives to gay men who wont ever return the love; we have been there day and night for our gay "boy friends" and our fag friends—all those men who use and abuse us but whom we love, and will continue to love as long as there are narcotics, liquor, and, yes, ice-cream!
Thank you & Goodnight
Monday, June 27, 2005
SEDATARY RODUCTA
Went to screenings a few weeks ago of Batman Returns and Bewitched. I adore Christian Bale, he is super super sexy, and although Batman was dark and bequiling, i simply can't recommend it. Bewitched is a mess of a film. Too bad, because Nicole Kidman is adorable and with Shirley MacLaine and Michael Caine in supporting roles, this film could have been bright and breezy, but instead its thudish. And I'm sorry Wil Ferrel both a TV star doth not a matinee idol make. He should go back to Saturday Nite Live. He isn't ready for the big screen. How wonder the movie business has been in a slump lately. As a member of the 5th estate i get invited to screening of new films all the time, and i would never pay money to see most of these Hollywood flicks being released. I'll be happy when the major studios close shop for good.
D'Arcy Drollinger who use to be in the kitchy San Francisco band Enrique invited me to his rock musical play "The Possession of Mrs. Jones at the Zephyr Theatre on the Melrose Strip. I wasn't aware of D'Arcy's career, but he's made a bunch of these plays that are in a similar vein. I'd guess i'd have to describe them as being very Charles Buschesque. D'Arcy also helped mount the John Waters broadway musical Hairspray.
I've never been a big fan of Broadway musicals. I'm not a showtune queen, in the proper sense. Back in the early 90s my New York mentor George Byron forced me to see David Drake and his awful play "The Night Larry Kramer Fist Fucked Me". All the queens in the audience were crying during it, and i sat there stone faced and bored out of my goad. George also took me to the umpteenth revival of Hello Dolly with Carol Channing. That was so olde school, it was actually new school. Ms. Channing received a standing ovation every time she opened her mouth. And she is quite a presence on stage, with all her mugging and throwing in everything but the kitchen sink, then she actually does throw in the kitchen sink. But somehow it works.
This Possession of Mrs. Jones Play was cute, and obviously a lot of work went into it. Shauna Leone, one of my Bricktops girls did the costumes which were divine and the set design was also lovely. Some of the acting was also quite good especially from some of the supporting cast memembers like the actress who played the Tupperware Lady---I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, and she was the only one when she sang gave the appropiate early 60s Connie Francis like pop music delivery.
The director of the play also directed one of the Reece Witherspoon Legally Blonde comedies, so that pretty much tells you the aesthetics here.
My escort for the evening was Jason El Norte. Poor Jason had to work until 6:30 so we had to rush to make the 8O'clock start time, which put me in a foul mood. I've been really congested lately, not able to get much sleep and to top of that I was hungry.
Bricktops on Friday was devoted to that super dinge queen Harold Arlen. Professor Robert Summers a prominent art historian, started things off with a blast with his lecture entitled "Garland Modalities, Arlens'Over the Rainbow and the Fag Hag New Order" Everyone learned that Helen of Troy and Mary Magdelene were two of histories first fag hags. Buster Beaute' from the Bruce La Bruce movie "Hustler White" performed one of his legendary male burlesque numbers and the gorgeous and voluptuous Anna Bells, the Fishnet Floozy, tore it up dancing to a saucy Dinah Washington song and looking very sexy with her new hairstyle. Headliner The Hobo Jazz Band showed that they are they hardest working combo in town. I loved their new fiddle player---the boys keep getting better and better. Miss Mary Pagone was a vision as she taxi danced up on the podium. The celebs in the audience included Penny Starr Junior and photographer Don Spiro, David J. of Bauhaus, Jane Fondas's horny son Troy Garity who was flirting shamelessly with Cory Marie who was in the foyer selling her wonderful Bricktops posters, artists Matt Lipps and Lucas Michel were doing helicopters with their 20+ inches of man meat.
On a sad note, the Parlour Club owner Lenny the Young Elder just got an offer he couldn't refuse from Sean MacPhearson of Bar Marmount fame so unfortunately the Parlour Club and Bricktops will be no more. The last Bricktops will most likely be mid July, so keep checking www.Vaginaldavis.com to see if Madame Bricky moves to another venue.
Went to screenings a few weeks ago of Batman Returns and Bewitched. I adore Christian Bale, he is super super sexy, and although Batman was dark and bequiling, i simply can't recommend it. Bewitched is a mess of a film. Too bad, because Nicole Kidman is adorable and with Shirley MacLaine and Michael Caine in supporting roles, this film could have been bright and breezy, but instead its thudish. And I'm sorry Wil Ferrel both a TV star doth not a matinee idol make. He should go back to Saturday Nite Live. He isn't ready for the big screen. How wonder the movie business has been in a slump lately. As a member of the 5th estate i get invited to screening of new films all the time, and i would never pay money to see most of these Hollywood flicks being released. I'll be happy when the major studios close shop for good.
D'Arcy Drollinger who use to be in the kitchy San Francisco band Enrique invited me to his rock musical play "The Possession of Mrs. Jones at the Zephyr Theatre on the Melrose Strip. I wasn't aware of D'Arcy's career, but he's made a bunch of these plays that are in a similar vein. I'd guess i'd have to describe them as being very Charles Buschesque. D'Arcy also helped mount the John Waters broadway musical Hairspray.
I've never been a big fan of Broadway musicals. I'm not a showtune queen, in the proper sense. Back in the early 90s my New York mentor George Byron forced me to see David Drake and his awful play "The Night Larry Kramer Fist Fucked Me". All the queens in the audience were crying during it, and i sat there stone faced and bored out of my goad. George also took me to the umpteenth revival of Hello Dolly with Carol Channing. That was so olde school, it was actually new school. Ms. Channing received a standing ovation every time she opened her mouth. And she is quite a presence on stage, with all her mugging and throwing in everything but the kitchen sink, then she actually does throw in the kitchen sink. But somehow it works.
This Possession of Mrs. Jones Play was cute, and obviously a lot of work went into it. Shauna Leone, one of my Bricktops girls did the costumes which were divine and the set design was also lovely. Some of the acting was also quite good especially from some of the supporting cast memembers like the actress who played the Tupperware Lady---I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, and she was the only one when she sang gave the appropiate early 60s Connie Francis like pop music delivery.
The director of the play also directed one of the Reece Witherspoon Legally Blonde comedies, so that pretty much tells you the aesthetics here.
My escort for the evening was Jason El Norte. Poor Jason had to work until 6:30 so we had to rush to make the 8O'clock start time, which put me in a foul mood. I've been really congested lately, not able to get much sleep and to top of that I was hungry.
Bricktops on Friday was devoted to that super dinge queen Harold Arlen. Professor Robert Summers a prominent art historian, started things off with a blast with his lecture entitled "Garland Modalities, Arlens'Over the Rainbow and the Fag Hag New Order" Everyone learned that Helen of Troy and Mary Magdelene were two of histories first fag hags. Buster Beaute' from the Bruce La Bruce movie "Hustler White" performed one of his legendary male burlesque numbers and the gorgeous and voluptuous Anna Bells, the Fishnet Floozy, tore it up dancing to a saucy Dinah Washington song and looking very sexy with her new hairstyle. Headliner The Hobo Jazz Band showed that they are they hardest working combo in town. I loved their new fiddle player---the boys keep getting better and better. Miss Mary Pagone was a vision as she taxi danced up on the podium. The celebs in the audience included Penny Starr Junior and photographer Don Spiro, David J. of Bauhaus, Jane Fondas's horny son Troy Garity who was flirting shamelessly with Cory Marie who was in the foyer selling her wonderful Bricktops posters, artists Matt Lipps and Lucas Michel were doing helicopters with their 20+ inches of man meat.
On a sad note, the Parlour Club owner Lenny the Young Elder just got an offer he couldn't refuse from Sean MacPhearson of Bar Marmount fame so unfortunately the Parlour Club and Bricktops will be no more. The last Bricktops will most likely be mid July, so keep checking www.Vaginaldavis.com to see if Madame Bricky moves to another venue.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
SARABAND
Something grand in the works. I may be editing a new magazine venture that will hopefully blow the LA Bleakly out of the water. This new project purports to be a mixture of Time Out Magazine and the olde entertainment/arts periodical from the 70s, After Dark. Now who out there remembers After Dark Magazine? If you do, you’re dating yourself. The reasoning behind creating a new magazine is simple. The LA Bleakly has been the only game in town for too long, and its time it was tumbled. Plus the Bleakly is a corporate paper and has been for some time, and has corporate interests, and the editorial staff are all a bit long on the tooth, married, with kids and mortgages and so the paper doesn’t really reflect Los Angeles the way Los Ang needs to be portrayed as we quickly approach Armagedon. My new magazine will hopefully feature a pullout, detailed calendar section of events, happenings and the like, but the remaining part of the paper will be devoted to local, national and international views and reportage on politics, film, art, music and culture, done with a fine tuned sense of irreverance. I want to cover both mainstream and whats left of the underground, but from an equal take, and tone, not having an emphasis that something from a major label is more important than a record or literary release that is self-produced. And no pandering to Hollywood stars, their studios and publicity machines-----YUCK YUCK AND DOUBLE YUCK. More on this as it develops.
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Bricktops Vincent Youmans Tea for Two party was utterly delightful. Miss Venus DeMille, the granddaughter of famed director Cecile B. DeMille sang and tittilated in a very charming way, accompanied on keyboards by handsome Kristian Hoffman and the California Navel Jazz Band were electrifying. DJ Pirate Jenny was playing some scorching tunes, and taxi dancer suprema Miss Mary, Mary in her Valkaries get-up was serving the choreographed sex appeal in spadeulas! The luminaries in the crowd included that hunky, super intellectual and downright gorgeous Mark Simpson, the man responsible for the term "Metrosexual" and author of many amazing tomes. Mark is also a supreme wit and known for busting the apple-cherries of many a young military recruit around the world. He was accompanied by famed journalist Peter McQuaid of the New York Times Magazine, and other internationally known publications. The great goddess Alexis Del Lago made a stately appearance, this royal woman was bejewelled, of course, looking young and radiant. Noted art historian Robert Summers came with photographer Matt Lipps and Argentinian conceptual artist Michael Lucas, they were seen mingling with young intermedia porn artiste and academe Zeb, designer Cory Marie, Don Spiro, Augusta & Penny Starr Jr. Looking lovely and spirited, Madame Xochitl with Madelyn and a zesty Jason El Norte.
Something grand in the works. I may be editing a new magazine venture that will hopefully blow the LA Bleakly out of the water. This new project purports to be a mixture of Time Out Magazine and the olde entertainment/arts periodical from the 70s, After Dark. Now who out there remembers After Dark Magazine? If you do, you’re dating yourself. The reasoning behind creating a new magazine is simple. The LA Bleakly has been the only game in town for too long, and its time it was tumbled. Plus the Bleakly is a corporate paper and has been for some time, and has corporate interests, and the editorial staff are all a bit long on the tooth, married, with kids and mortgages and so the paper doesn’t really reflect Los Angeles the way Los Ang needs to be portrayed as we quickly approach Armagedon. My new magazine will hopefully feature a pullout, detailed calendar section of events, happenings and the like, but the remaining part of the paper will be devoted to local, national and international views and reportage on politics, film, art, music and culture, done with a fine tuned sense of irreverance. I want to cover both mainstream and whats left of the underground, but from an equal take, and tone, not having an emphasis that something from a major label is more important than a record or literary release that is self-produced. And no pandering to Hollywood stars, their studios and publicity machines-----YUCK YUCK AND DOUBLE YUCK. More on this as it develops.
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Bricktops Vincent Youmans Tea for Two party was utterly delightful. Miss Venus DeMille, the granddaughter of famed director Cecile B. DeMille sang and tittilated in a very charming way, accompanied on keyboards by handsome Kristian Hoffman and the California Navel Jazz Band were electrifying. DJ Pirate Jenny was playing some scorching tunes, and taxi dancer suprema Miss Mary, Mary in her Valkaries get-up was serving the choreographed sex appeal in spadeulas! The luminaries in the crowd included that hunky, super intellectual and downright gorgeous Mark Simpson, the man responsible for the term "Metrosexual" and author of many amazing tomes. Mark is also a supreme wit and known for busting the apple-cherries of many a young military recruit around the world. He was accompanied by famed journalist Peter McQuaid of the New York Times Magazine, and other internationally known publications. The great goddess Alexis Del Lago made a stately appearance, this royal woman was bejewelled, of course, looking young and radiant. Noted art historian Robert Summers came with photographer Matt Lipps and Argentinian conceptual artist Michael Lucas, they were seen mingling with young intermedia porn artiste and academe Zeb, designer Cory Marie, Don Spiro, Augusta & Penny Starr Jr. Looking lovely and spirited, Madame Xochitl with Madelyn and a zesty Jason El Norte.
Friday, June 17, 2005
INDRE OPLOSNING
Had a very sweet lady afternoon tea with lovely Jean Spinosa at her compound in the Russian Quarter. Jean is a San Francisco transplant and Bricktops mainstay. She's also a talented actress and supurb movement artist of the uptmost sensitivity and grace. It was nice having a girlish one-on-one with her, drinking English tea and munching on dainties. Her insightful take on a variety of subjects was very winning.
My dinner date with Alexei of the hot new downtown club, Little Pedro's was filled with frivolity and laughter. Alexei is adorable, cute and very spunky. I'd love to toss his robust garden salad and shrimp his sturdy mantoes silly. He took me to this great sushi bar in "J" town, and i stuffed my concha and drank way too much Sapooros. I was gagging on the lovely extravaganza of Alexei's retelling the story of 80 something year old blues singer Mickey Champion shlogging the 24 year old humpy Mexican drummer of one of the rock bands that plays regularly at Little Pedro's. Now thats the true Los Angeles bohemian spirit at play.
Later in the evening at Little Peds i was hosting a Butt Magazine Party that featured a musical performance by the GoGos trib band The Gay-Gays---i think thats what they're called. I'm not a big fan of tribute bands,it seems like one step up from Kareoke and i HATE Kareoke. The GayGays featured Chris Freeman of Pansy Division and that uber cute boy Bill Yoelin,who use to play in the band Best Revenge, and was a Club Sucker regular with his handsome hustlery older ex-beau who had fathered a child within a previous relationship. Thursday nite at Little Peds is called La Polla Loca and the DJ's are juicy and cuddly Jeppe from the Danish pop band Junior/Senior and pretty Rudy Bleu of Scutter Magazine fame. The crowd really seemed coked up, in fact the bubbly drummer of the GayGays who happens to be the best friend of Eve Harrington's son Echo, the careerist Silverlake boy who use to go to Club Sucker and got into a hen scratching with Gus Van Sant's boyfriend. The drummer came into my makeshift dressing area and took a few toots up his nosetravar before going on stage, which caused their version of "Surfing and Spying" to take on a new element. Whenever i've covered a GoGo's song i've done one of the obscure ones like "London Boys" "He's So Strange" or "Rive Gauche". If i do a popular one like "This Town" i really change it quite a bit and make it almost unrecognizeable, thus making it more my own. Well how's that for my 32 cent critique?
It was great seeing the Mikulan/Rosses from the LA Weekly in the audience, dinge queen delight Marvina Jones, photogs Dino Dinco, Matt Lipps, art historian Robert Summers, Baby Paul who did my make-up and helped style my proto Grace Jones Crackhead look, and Rage. Sean DeLear was telling me about her woes having worked at Odyssey Magazine, the throw-away gay rag.
I even got to chow down on the tight buttstickle of a young handsome latino boy, actually i made him sit plum square on my face. Amazingly i didn't wake up with a hangover.
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this just in from my famous writer pal who scored a most excellent cover in the LA Weakly, interviewing David La Chappelle about his new documentary "Rize"
Hey Lady,
I'm glad you liked the piece. It was both easy and hard because I had so many great quotes that had to hit the cutting room floor, and so many analytical things were left out due to space constraints as well. But they'll all be in the version of the piece that's in my book...
And, good lord, trying to convince the Weekly to do this piece was like trying to convince Michael Jackson that pre-pubescent white-boy ass ain't nectar of the gods. I pitched it as a cover MONTHS ago and they hemmed and hawed and passed, saying they MIGHT make it a second lead feature. That's what they [ conditionally ] assigned it as, but I turned in such a strong piece [ pats self on back ] that they let me write longer. And when whatever-white-boy-they're-trying-to-turn-into-a-superstar fucked up and left them without a cover, I got a last minute phone call that I needed to flesh out my piece even more because I now had the cover slot. Well, you know, we darkies have to be grateful for whatever crumbs come our way, so I whipped out the sagging black tit and milked it for more, and voila! A cover story!
Had a very sweet lady afternoon tea with lovely Jean Spinosa at her compound in the Russian Quarter. Jean is a San Francisco transplant and Bricktops mainstay. She's also a talented actress and supurb movement artist of the uptmost sensitivity and grace. It was nice having a girlish one-on-one with her, drinking English tea and munching on dainties. Her insightful take on a variety of subjects was very winning.
My dinner date with Alexei of the hot new downtown club, Little Pedro's was filled with frivolity and laughter. Alexei is adorable, cute and very spunky. I'd love to toss his robust garden salad and shrimp his sturdy mantoes silly. He took me to this great sushi bar in "J" town, and i stuffed my concha and drank way too much Sapooros. I was gagging on the lovely extravaganza of Alexei's retelling the story of 80 something year old blues singer Mickey Champion shlogging the 24 year old humpy Mexican drummer of one of the rock bands that plays regularly at Little Pedro's. Now thats the true Los Angeles bohemian spirit at play.
Later in the evening at Little Peds i was hosting a Butt Magazine Party that featured a musical performance by the GoGos trib band The Gay-Gays---i think thats what they're called. I'm not a big fan of tribute bands,it seems like one step up from Kareoke and i HATE Kareoke. The GayGays featured Chris Freeman of Pansy Division and that uber cute boy Bill Yoelin,who use to play in the band Best Revenge, and was a Club Sucker regular with his handsome hustlery older ex-beau who had fathered a child within a previous relationship. Thursday nite at Little Peds is called La Polla Loca and the DJ's are juicy and cuddly Jeppe from the Danish pop band Junior/Senior and pretty Rudy Bleu of Scutter Magazine fame. The crowd really seemed coked up, in fact the bubbly drummer of the GayGays who happens to be the best friend of Eve Harrington's son Echo, the careerist Silverlake boy who use to go to Club Sucker and got into a hen scratching with Gus Van Sant's boyfriend. The drummer came into my makeshift dressing area and took a few toots up his nosetravar before going on stage, which caused their version of "Surfing and Spying" to take on a new element. Whenever i've covered a GoGo's song i've done one of the obscure ones like "London Boys" "He's So Strange" or "Rive Gauche". If i do a popular one like "This Town" i really change it quite a bit and make it almost unrecognizeable, thus making it more my own. Well how's that for my 32 cent critique?
It was great seeing the Mikulan/Rosses from the LA Weekly in the audience, dinge queen delight Marvina Jones, photogs Dino Dinco, Matt Lipps, art historian Robert Summers, Baby Paul who did my make-up and helped style my proto Grace Jones Crackhead look, and Rage. Sean DeLear was telling me about her woes having worked at Odyssey Magazine, the throw-away gay rag.
I even got to chow down on the tight buttstickle of a young handsome latino boy, actually i made him sit plum square on my face. Amazingly i didn't wake up with a hangover.
***
this just in from my famous writer pal who scored a most excellent cover in the LA Weakly, interviewing David La Chappelle about his new documentary "Rize"
Hey Lady,
I'm glad you liked the piece. It was both easy and hard because I had so many great quotes that had to hit the cutting room floor, and so many analytical things were left out due to space constraints as well. But they'll all be in the version of the piece that's in my book...
And, good lord, trying to convince the Weekly to do this piece was like trying to convince Michael Jackson that pre-pubescent white-boy ass ain't nectar of the gods. I pitched it as a cover MONTHS ago and they hemmed and hawed and passed, saying they MIGHT make it a second lead feature. That's what they [ conditionally ] assigned it as, but I turned in such a strong piece [ pats self on back ] that they let me write longer. And when whatever-white-boy-they're-trying-to-turn-into-a-superstar fucked up and left them without a cover, I got a last minute phone call that I needed to flesh out my piece even more because I now had the cover slot. Well, you know, we darkies have to be grateful for whatever crumbs come our way, so I whipped out the sagging black tit and milked it for more, and voila! A cover story!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
HOLLYWOOD BRA
Last night Andrew of Gould hosted an inviting dinner party at his Laughlin Park Estate in honor of Franko B and his lover Kristofer Canavan. The lovely little party included Ron Athey, Professor Jennifer Doyle and Ron's handsome Swiss realness boyfriend Maxmillian. The vegan meal was supurb and the desert exquisite. The conversation was rabid and exciting with topics ranging from Miss Michael Jackson to America's feudal prison system.
I've received a lot of emails from news outlets wanting me to comment on the MJ verdicts. I've turned them all down. What i will say is that i remember her coming regularly to Retail Slut on Melrose Avenue in the early 80s when i worked as a shop girl there. She would have a few body guards with her, and seemed a little plucked that no one really paid that much attention to her. I was pleasant but didn't fawn. I wasn't making commission just barely above minmimum wage, so i couldn't care less if she bought anything or not. Fertile La Toyah Jackson was the house designer at the store , and la Jackson did regularly purchase Fertile's unique designs, and asked when she'd make something new. Cher also loved what Fertile made, and stopped by regularly. Fertile's best designers were always the costumes she made for our group The Afro Sisters. Well anyway, Missy MJ didn't use that fake soft spoken voice that everyone associates with her now. Her real intonation is actually quite masculine. One thing i do remember from those days is when a good looking young latino, mulato or surfer boy came into the store her eyeballs got all thyroidy and twitchy.
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This missive from an internationally known media critic pal of mine:
Just got the following message from a producer friend who lives in NY and has seen some episodes of TV's latest celebrity reality show----
What is below the bottom of the barrel?
The disease of celeb-reality TV is mutating into ever more toxic strains. Here are some of the latest
Being Bobby Brown, starts end of June. The couple's drugged-up ghetto lifestyle in full glare. One episode has Bobby describing how he helped his wife with her constipation, by inserting his fingers to massage it out. Whitney says, "When I told my girlfriends about it, they said 'That's real love, baby. That's real black love.'" Bobby then holds up four fingers and wiggles them in front of the camera.
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And this from the divine Annie Sprinkle:
PLEASE DO FORWARD AND POST THIS NOTE!
Dear Friends and Family,
I’m about to drive to LA for four fun packed fabulous days of
activities. Just wanted you to know what’s up. I’m particularly
excited about the show I’m doing with Beth on Saturday night at
Highways. It’s the story of how we met, fell in love, and all the
projects we’ve been doing together about love. I think you’d enjoy it.
Other great love artists are performing too.
Would love to see you at something or other. I miss you!
Love and cuddles,
Annie
Contents:
Wednessday—Hustler Hollywood book event.
Thursday—Learning Annex LA
Friday—Highways Performance Space—An evening about orgasm.
Saturday—Highways Performance Space—An evening about love art.
Monday—The VIEW, with Barbara Walters.
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 15.
HUSTLER HOLLYWOOD
Annie will present her new book, Dr. Sprinkle’s Spectacular Sex—Make
Over Your Love Life. She’ll do some readings, and put tit prints in
each book sold.(Just before going to the bookstore, I’ll be on Playboy radio, live at 4:00.)
THURSDAY, JUNE 16.
LEARNING ANNEX CLASS—LOS ANGELES
Everyone is welcome. http://www.learningannex.com/default.taf?newcity=LA
SPECTACULAR SEX! --MAKE OVER YOUR LOVE LIFE
In this enlightening, and spectacularly fun "make over" program, Annie
will help you take charge of your sex life and gain the confidence to
explore ways for using your sexuality to create more love in your life.
You will learn:*what “spectacular sex” really is. *to create a
custom-made sex-pot profile and a fabulous alter ego to help you become
the sex pot you want to be. *to utilize your sexuality to create more
love in your life. *tips how to make sex more meaningful and
delightful.
FRIDAY, JUNE 17.
HIGHWAYS PERFORMANCE SPACE, SANTA MONICA (highwaysperformance.org)
THE ART OF CAPTURING THE ORGASM
Presentation: 8:30 until 10:30 Discussion 10:30 until 11:00
Grab your popcorn! Three film-makers show-and-tell about their
experiences exploring the human orgasm on film.
Veronica Hart, former adult film star and producer/director of hundreds
of sexually oriented films will deconstruct the filming of the male
“cum shot” vs. the female orgasm, and examine the trends in popular
culture. Former priest and sex therapist/researcher, Dr. Michael
Perry, filmed women having orgasms from the inside out. Annie Sprinkle,
Ph.D. will present some of her new documentary film, Amazing World of
Orgasm and other clips. Then there will be a discussion with the
audience.
Sexually explicit. Over 18 years old adults only.
(I’ll be on the Larry Mantle radio program this morning, at 11:15. NPR
station.)
Saturday, June 18.
HIGHWAYS PERFORMANCE SPACE, SANTA MONICA
A EVENING OF LOVE AS ART
(highwaysperformance.org)
Presentation: 8:30 until 10:30. 11:15 til 12:15—Love Art Sessions
Five artists show-and-tell about their lives and their work exploring
love as art. Angela Ellsworth and Tania Katan present Long Distance,
and invite you to join them in exploring the distance between two
points. Kathe Izzo, founder of the True Love Project will read from her
memoir, LOVE ARTIST and perform some of her True Love Day with the
audience. Sprinkle and Elizabeth Stephens, will present projects from
their Love Art Laboratory, including their Sperm Dance Off and Cuddle
piece.
After the presentation there will be a discussion. Then some Love Art
sessions with the artists will be raffled off to the audience. Annie
and Beth will be offering CUDDLE sessions.
MONDAY, JUNE 19TH.
If all goes according to plan, I’ll be on nation TV show, the VIEW,
with Barbara Walters, in NYC. Tune in!
There are more details about these events on my web site,
anniesprinkle.org.
Go to calender.
***
This from Bruce "Judy" LaBruce, who i haven't heard from in a long time.
oh miss davis: you’re too jet setterish for me. i never get to see you. but luckily, my opening at peres projects is on july 16th and so i will be coming to LA on july 10th so we’ll have plenty of time for ketchup. plus you must know that everyone who is anyone in the gay scenerena in berlin uses gayromeo.com to get laid. go there and register now and you can set up some prearranged joustings. it looks like i may be shooting bangers in sept.... x blab p.s. i will have to tell you about my latest affaire d’amour de fou... i’m being plough-shared by a hot black cuban salsa instructor who also happens to be a babalu, a santeria priest of sorts. in other words, he reads sea shells and kills chickens in order to ward off evil spirits and the like. finally i will be able to rid myself of that old black magic being launched at me by those dainty satanists like stupid bad rick(Castro) and stupid bad kenneth angry.
Last night Andrew of Gould hosted an inviting dinner party at his Laughlin Park Estate in honor of Franko B and his lover Kristofer Canavan. The lovely little party included Ron Athey, Professor Jennifer Doyle and Ron's handsome Swiss realness boyfriend Maxmillian. The vegan meal was supurb and the desert exquisite. The conversation was rabid and exciting with topics ranging from Miss Michael Jackson to America's feudal prison system.
I've received a lot of emails from news outlets wanting me to comment on the MJ verdicts. I've turned them all down. What i will say is that i remember her coming regularly to Retail Slut on Melrose Avenue in the early 80s when i worked as a shop girl there. She would have a few body guards with her, and seemed a little plucked that no one really paid that much attention to her. I was pleasant but didn't fawn. I wasn't making commission just barely above minmimum wage, so i couldn't care less if she bought anything or not. Fertile La Toyah Jackson was the house designer at the store , and la Jackson did regularly purchase Fertile's unique designs, and asked when she'd make something new. Cher also loved what Fertile made, and stopped by regularly. Fertile's best designers were always the costumes she made for our group The Afro Sisters. Well anyway, Missy MJ didn't use that fake soft spoken voice that everyone associates with her now. Her real intonation is actually quite masculine. One thing i do remember from those days is when a good looking young latino, mulato or surfer boy came into the store her eyeballs got all thyroidy and twitchy.
***
This missive from an internationally known media critic pal of mine:
Just got the following message from a producer friend who lives in NY and has seen some episodes of TV's latest celebrity reality show----
What is below the bottom of the barrel?
The disease of celeb-reality TV is mutating into ever more toxic strains. Here are some of the latest
Being Bobby Brown, starts end of June. The couple's drugged-up ghetto lifestyle in full glare. One episode has Bobby describing how he helped his wife with her constipation, by inserting his fingers to massage it out. Whitney says, "When I told my girlfriends about it, they said 'That's real love, baby. That's real black love.'" Bobby then holds up four fingers and wiggles them in front of the camera.
***
And this from the divine Annie Sprinkle:
PLEASE DO FORWARD AND POST THIS NOTE!
Dear Friends and Family,
I’m about to drive to LA for four fun packed fabulous days of
activities. Just wanted you to know what’s up. I’m particularly
excited about the show I’m doing with Beth on Saturday night at
Highways. It’s the story of how we met, fell in love, and all the
projects we’ve been doing together about love. I think you’d enjoy it.
Other great love artists are performing too.
Would love to see you at something or other. I miss you!
Love and cuddles,
Annie
Contents:
Wednessday—Hustler Hollywood book event.
Thursday—Learning Annex LA
Friday—Highways Performance Space—An evening about orgasm.
Saturday—Highways Performance Space—An evening about love art.
Monday—The VIEW, with Barbara Walters.
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 15.
HUSTLER HOLLYWOOD
Annie will present her new book, Dr. Sprinkle’s Spectacular Sex—Make
Over Your Love Life. She’ll do some readings, and put tit prints in
each book sold.(Just before going to the bookstore, I’ll be on Playboy radio, live at 4:00.)
THURSDAY, JUNE 16.
LEARNING ANNEX CLASS—LOS ANGELES
Everyone is welcome. http://www.learningannex.com/default.taf?newcity=LA
SPECTACULAR SEX! --MAKE OVER YOUR LOVE LIFE
In this enlightening, and spectacularly fun "make over" program, Annie
will help you take charge of your sex life and gain the confidence to
explore ways for using your sexuality to create more love in your life.
You will learn:*what “spectacular sex” really is. *to create a
custom-made sex-pot profile and a fabulous alter ego to help you become
the sex pot you want to be. *to utilize your sexuality to create more
love in your life. *tips how to make sex more meaningful and
delightful.
FRIDAY, JUNE 17.
HIGHWAYS PERFORMANCE SPACE, SANTA MONICA (highwaysperformance.org)
THE ART OF CAPTURING THE ORGASM
Presentation: 8:30 until 10:30 Discussion 10:30 until 11:00
Grab your popcorn! Three film-makers show-and-tell about their
experiences exploring the human orgasm on film.
Veronica Hart, former adult film star and producer/director of hundreds
of sexually oriented films will deconstruct the filming of the male
“cum shot” vs. the female orgasm, and examine the trends in popular
culture. Former priest and sex therapist/researcher, Dr. Michael
Perry, filmed women having orgasms from the inside out. Annie Sprinkle,
Ph.D. will present some of her new documentary film, Amazing World of
Orgasm and other clips. Then there will be a discussion with the
audience.
Sexually explicit. Over 18 years old adults only.
(I’ll be on the Larry Mantle radio program this morning, at 11:15. NPR
station.)
Saturday, June 18.
HIGHWAYS PERFORMANCE SPACE, SANTA MONICA
A EVENING OF LOVE AS ART
(highwaysperformance.org)
Presentation: 8:30 until 10:30. 11:15 til 12:15—Love Art Sessions
Five artists show-and-tell about their lives and their work exploring
love as art. Angela Ellsworth and Tania Katan present Long Distance,
and invite you to join them in exploring the distance between two
points. Kathe Izzo, founder of the True Love Project will read from her
memoir, LOVE ARTIST and perform some of her True Love Day with the
audience. Sprinkle and Elizabeth Stephens, will present projects from
their Love Art Laboratory, including their Sperm Dance Off and Cuddle
piece.
After the presentation there will be a discussion. Then some Love Art
sessions with the artists will be raffled off to the audience. Annie
and Beth will be offering CUDDLE sessions.
MONDAY, JUNE 19TH.
If all goes according to plan, I’ll be on nation TV show, the VIEW,
with Barbara Walters, in NYC. Tune in!
There are more details about these events on my web site,
anniesprinkle.org.
Go to calender.
***
This from Bruce "Judy" LaBruce, who i haven't heard from in a long time.
oh miss davis: you’re too jet setterish for me. i never get to see you. but luckily, my opening at peres projects is on july 16th and so i will be coming to LA on july 10th so we’ll have plenty of time for ketchup. plus you must know that everyone who is anyone in the gay scenerena in berlin uses gayromeo.com to get laid. go there and register now and you can set up some prearranged joustings. it looks like i may be shooting bangers in sept.... x blab p.s. i will have to tell you about my latest affaire d’amour de fou... i’m being plough-shared by a hot black cuban salsa instructor who also happens to be a babalu, a santeria priest of sorts. in other words, he reads sea shells and kills chickens in order to ward off evil spirits and the like. finally i will be able to rid myself of that old black magic being launched at me by those dainty satanists like stupid bad rick(Castro) and stupid bad kenneth angry.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
THE RENDEVOUS COURT
At the historic Biltmore Hotel in downtown Los Ang, is where i hosted an elegant high tea party Sunday afternoon. Coordinating the soiree was beautiful and talented designer and costume goddess Mary E. Pagone. Mary lives in a gorgeous garden flat at the Park LaBrea housing compound. It was nice spending quality time with Miss Mary, Cory Marie and Melissa "Sexchester" Nerell drinking mamosas before heading downtown to the Bilt.
It was divine getting the opportunity to socialize with the Moveable Feast Collective members that include: Miss Mary, Cory, Melissa, Sasha Fuentes, Jean Spinosa, Andre, Christiane & their sweet bundle of perfection Calliope Rose, the Bricktops baby. Also joining in the fellowship and frivolity, the amazing Abby Travis & her handsome beau Randall, juicy Whirly Girl Xochitl and her sexy doctor girlfriend Marissa. Xochitl and Marissa rode their bikes all the way from Los Feliz to Pershing Square and were glowing deliciously. Famed writer Lisa Teasley came by looking like a vision, and i also got to read her wonderous essay in the LA Times Magazine about modern Dads. The rest of the tea-toddlers included art historian Robert Summers, Anderson Cooper with his new lover Peter, Mr. Tin Pan Alley himself, Richard Halperin and blonde boy sweathearts Aaron and Adam.
After tea everyone decided to explore all the various ballrooms of the Biltmore and we ran into a couple of ghosts including the restless spirit of Elizabeth Short aka: The Black Dahlia. Perhaps this will become a regular summer social event.
Got word from a reliable source that Maverick Records honcho Guy Oseary was at Bricktops Friday with Foo Fighters drummer Taylor Hawkins. Now i don't particularly care one way or the other for Guy Oseary, i just hope Madonna, aka: McDonna never steps foot at Bricktops, or that will be the clubs doom McDonna equals sudden death. A simple rule for kids to follow.
Yesterday i met Lady Bunny at the Mal Maison Softel, that icky hotel across the street from the Beverly Center. Lady Bun Bun is in town because of Gay Pride where she performed Sunday. Lady B has finally made the transformation from drag queen to biological female, and without the help of hormone therapy or a plastic surgeon. Wow! breastage just developed naturally, her penis fell off and she grew an instant designer vagigner.
At the historic Biltmore Hotel in downtown Los Ang, is where i hosted an elegant high tea party Sunday afternoon. Coordinating the soiree was beautiful and talented designer and costume goddess Mary E. Pagone. Mary lives in a gorgeous garden flat at the Park LaBrea housing compound. It was nice spending quality time with Miss Mary, Cory Marie and Melissa "Sexchester" Nerell drinking mamosas before heading downtown to the Bilt.
It was divine getting the opportunity to socialize with the Moveable Feast Collective members that include: Miss Mary, Cory, Melissa, Sasha Fuentes, Jean Spinosa, Andre, Christiane & their sweet bundle of perfection Calliope Rose, the Bricktops baby. Also joining in the fellowship and frivolity, the amazing Abby Travis & her handsome beau Randall, juicy Whirly Girl Xochitl and her sexy doctor girlfriend Marissa. Xochitl and Marissa rode their bikes all the way from Los Feliz to Pershing Square and were glowing deliciously. Famed writer Lisa Teasley came by looking like a vision, and i also got to read her wonderous essay in the LA Times Magazine about modern Dads. The rest of the tea-toddlers included art historian Robert Summers, Anderson Cooper with his new lover Peter, Mr. Tin Pan Alley himself, Richard Halperin and blonde boy sweathearts Aaron and Adam.
After tea everyone decided to explore all the various ballrooms of the Biltmore and we ran into a couple of ghosts including the restless spirit of Elizabeth Short aka: The Black Dahlia. Perhaps this will become a regular summer social event.
Got word from a reliable source that Maverick Records honcho Guy Oseary was at Bricktops Friday with Foo Fighters drummer Taylor Hawkins. Now i don't particularly care one way or the other for Guy Oseary, i just hope Madonna, aka: McDonna never steps foot at Bricktops, or that will be the clubs doom McDonna equals sudden death. A simple rule for kids to follow.
Yesterday i met Lady Bunny at the Mal Maison Softel, that icky hotel across the street from the Beverly Center. Lady Bun Bun is in town because of Gay Pride where she performed Sunday. Lady B has finally made the transformation from drag queen to biological female, and without the help of hormone therapy or a plastic surgeon. Wow! breastage just developed naturally, her penis fell off and she grew an instant designer vagigner.
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