Bricktops friday really came together. Its difficult putting on a club of this nature every week, but its moments like last night that make it all worth while. All the elements came together in one fiercetic combination. Mr. Uncertain was marvelous and in good voice and my special guest stars Hope Levy and Jeannie Novak were just superlative interpreting the Helen Morgan/Showboat theme to perfection. It was a very intimate evening.
It was great seeingWilly Banta and Phylis Teen of the band Spookie Pye, Willy was wearing a 1920s tux and looked very dapper and Phylis had on a Molyneaux gown with a mink stole. She also brought her adorable mother. Also the fabulous Poubelle Twins were looking ever so enchanting, their escort the director of the Rug Rats Movie. What is his name again? Luscious Lola Tawdry, the grand daughter of Marlene Deitrich who will be performing at Bricktops in December, brought along her beautiful TV actress lady friend Rena Sofer, and her husband, director Stanford Bookstaver, who comes from a blue book blue blood family. Hustler Magazine editor David Bookbinder really stole my heart and I really wanted pull down the pants of that cute naked chef Jamie Oliver. I like hot sticky rice and the most gorgeous example of that taste bud came in the fine form of Ahn Jung Hwan, the South Korean soccer star who is known as the David Beckham of the east. Luckily I got to cop a feel of the huge kelbasa of German DJ Paul Van Dyk while pretty Miriam Jacobsen of the LA Weekly watched. Two punk legends in the same room--- Brendan Mullen of the Masque infamy and Don Bolles of the Germs who was chit chatting with his number one fan Chris Conley of the Emo band Saves the Day. This Friday we will celebrate a German expressionist Halloween with a special performance by Nora of the Centimeters. My beautiful guardians of the gate Selene’ and Meesh of the Epiladies have Halloween off, and even Mr. Uncertain will be taking a deserved break from the weekly action. Cyril Kuhn, the Swiss/German hunk from C-Level art collective will be handling the door chores for me. So I’m expecting a fun evening of sexy frivolity.

Went to see Peaches and Stay at Home Bomb at the El Ray Theatre Saturday night with Minneapolis transplant Jason North. I’ve been wanting to catch my former Cholita band member Alice "Bag" Armendariz’ new group for sometime and finally got a chance to see them in action. They were sensational, as i've heard. Alice was as wild as her fervent punk days in the late 70s. The girl gets younger looking every day, she and her big penis husband Jailbait. Stay at Home Bomb has an explosive sound and is a super group with two members of Betty Blowtorch and Lysa Flores rounding out the cast. I loved when Alice played the washboard. The working mom imagery really shines. The stage set-up is a clothing line with kids duds hanging down. The crowd went wild when the girls gave out homemade chocolate chip cookies that you could smell a million miles away. They were really delicious too. I’m so proud of my Alice. Girlfriend really has it going on.

The other group to perform from Germany was called Electrocute. They were ok for ten minutes but it wore a little thin after a while, in that electroclash way--- too obvious for its own good.

Peaches really tore up though. She is such an accomplished stage presence. WoW with a capital "P"!!!!! I liked when she did a duet via video with Iggy Pop. That was clever and worked oh so well. Even her stagehands were part of the act. The lady is very ssssshowbiz.

Most of the kidz in the audience suffered from bad hair disease. Some cuties but they lack personality and originality. Case in point: the tired Hilton Sisters were skreeching about the place teetering in tired heels and bony bodies. There was only one boy in the crowd I wanted to sleep with, a very light skinned black boy who looked very actorish and was macking on this white girl all night.

Ate lunch at Luna Sol on 6th Street at the bottom of the Asbury Apt Building. I love the food here, but the place has an odd vibe. Its sortof hippy dippy activisty mixed in with a bit of crusty street punk rasta sensibility that just doesn’t mesh with me.
There is this one jubas boy who works there, I can’t remember if he’s sporting dreds or not but his hands are always filthy, and he just doesn’t look like he bathes very often, which is a no no when working around food and the public. I’m not the only one who has noticed this, so I’m not being precious. On top of that he’s not very friendly and cops quite an attitude. There is also an Asian girl who works at the place and she is just downright hostile. When Cesar Vega took me there, she wasn’t featuring us as a couple. I guess she couldn’t quite figure out why were were together and it was disturbing to her. The girl looks like a cross between Anabella Lewin of Bow Wow Wow and that performance art chick who does all those gang bang films. A few weeks ago I went to Luna Sol and Anna was working there. Anna is the sweet younger sister of Maribu/Maribel who was the young lesbian girlfriend of my Afro Sister Fertile La Toyah Jackson. Now Fertile is seeing someone who is just a little bit more age appropriate. The girl who waited on me at Luna today was very sweet, but some of the other diners were giving some weird attitude. One boy with big feet was cute, and I could tell was trying to figure me out, what he should have done was ask me out on a date and bent over and let me munch on his garden salad. There were these other two white chickx that also rubbed me the wrong way and a ginger headed boy who was too ugly to be so arrogant.

Was invited to go to the grand opening of the Walt Disney Concert Hall designed by Frank Gehry. The only thing I had to wear that was formal was my Rick Owens couture suit. Thank god the weather cooled down last night or I wouldn’t have lasted. My escort was Wayne Baruch, and executive with PBS. What a gala event, the likesis I have never seen before. The hall is extroidinary and the acoustics are perfect. I caused quite a commotion on the red carpet and the paparrazi went crazola. A lot of people thought I was Dennis Rodman for some strange reason. I decided to play along with it. Robert Graham gave me his card, he had been giving me the hairy eyeball all night. So was actress Stephanie Powers. That one I don’t understand----she doesn’t strike me as a lesbiana. I told Mr. Gehry that I worked for ten years at UCLA’s Placement and Career Planning Center which he designed in 1975. I loved that building. Paul Geller the LA Philharmonic production direct told me he read my article in the LA Weekly about Club Chub and wants to go. He’s definitely a bear alright.
One of my favorite actresses died---Janice Rule. I loved her in Robert Altman’s Three Women and that movie The Swimmer with Burt Lancaster. Also Rerun from the 70s sitcom Whats Happening died. He had been a regular on Soul Train in the early 70s and part of the dance group the Lockers with Toni Basil.
Miracle of Miracles-I left my Mac Make-up bag that I use as a general carry clutch in the Starbucks on Santa Monica and Fairfax. This heatwave has me all flustered and I’m not exactly in my right mind. Of course someone stole it thinking it was a woman’s purse. I was distraught. My eyeglasses, day planner and my article that I wrote in hand for the LA Weekly’s Entertainment Guide were all in that bag. Luckily the heavens looked favorably on me and when the thief tossed the bag in Hancock Park a good Samaritan Sparkletts Waterman found it and called me telling me where I could find it. He hid it in some bushes on Windsor and 8th Street. Whew what a close call.

Went to writers klatch with Daddy and Lisa Teasley. Lisa’s new novel is really progressing nicely. Its so exciting seeing her blossom. The Indian summer heat is wilting me. I’m just a little green flower. Always remember that. Here it is almost all Hallow’s Eve and instead of layers I’m in a wifebeater. Glum.

Solidified the after party for the drag king movie Venus Boyz with Dred King. Dred has that New York moxie down pat. I’m glad someone is enthusiastic about something. I always forget that some people actually believe in showbizness. I’ve never been that ambitious.

Had dinner with Greg Der Ananian. He’s quite a cook, that kid. Very yummy meal. Greg really isn’t a kid anymore. He’s 28 years old. When I met him he was 21 or 22 and a student at the University of Indiana at Bloomington. He orchestrated me being brought out there as a visiting artist. I love the mid west, those cornfed /free range cuties. Greg is putting together a bazarre featuring high art crafts work. Very cute idea. He makes these cum rag with precision stitching and other erotica of similar ilk. Quite impressive.

I’m exhausted. With the MTA bus/subway strike in its second week, I’m riding my bike all over town and covering quite some distance. Its making my butt bootylicious, but finding myself very short of breath. Oh welp, I just have to be thankful that I have some form of transportation.

This week Ron Athey and I had a power bitch meeting discussing many issues including The UK/Euro tour of Visions of Excess and also bringing back Spicy Beef Curtains as a quarterly solstice event. We kicked out some really amazing ideas and names of people we’d like to have perform like Joel Gibb and his Hidden Cameras Project, Animal Charm, the luscious Rebecca Del Rio and World Famous BoB. Plus our main girl Kembra is putting together a brand new edition of The Voloptuous Horror of Karen Black which should really be intriguing. We have our hairy eyeball on the Hollywood Forever Cemetary as a site specific location for a Tent Cathedral Saturday-as-Sunday-Going-To-Meeting-Place. After the blair power bitch meeting Daddy cooked an awesome streak dinner with Ocra on a bed of brown chisel rice-----beyond yummy.

Bricktops Friday was very casual chic. The Pablo Picasso theme worked really well. The talented audience loved painting their own masterpieces with the paint and easel Andrew of Gould set up.
We celebrated the joint birthdays of my grandson Mr. Uncertain and guardian of the gate Michele Mills of the Epiladies. Joining in the festivities lovesexy drag king extroidinaire Dred Gerestant, who just moved to LA from New York City and is in the new film Venus Boyz that opens at the Laemmle Fairfax on November 7th. Bricktops will host their after party. Also scruffy Eric Eisner the son of movie mogul Michael Eisner was sniffing around for booty. The kid ain’t too bright, but he sure looks good. Legendary scenester Europa, seems to be Mr. Uncertains biggest fan, she was looking lovely as ever and will do a pre-hallow’s eve jewelry installation/boutique next week. The stunning Rebecca Del Rio (David Lynch’ muse and star of Mulholland Drive)also came by enchanting everyone with her wit and goodtime Sally vibe. The Devil’s grandson Stanton LaVey and his new lady friend Mila Kunis popped in but couldn’t stay long as they had to go back home and do some more carnel knowledging. I’m so glad that Stanton is back in Los Ang. Stanton’s famous grandfather Anton LaVey of the church of Satan would be proud. French hearthrob Benoit Magimel of the new Claude Chabrol film
"La Fleur du Mal" had all the ladies going crazy. I sure would love to eat this young cheesy french diquetator out.

Oh the yearly Best of LA edition of the LA Weekly came out on Thursday. I have a Best Advice essay that actually came out really good. I’ve been getting a dozen emails and phone calls with compliments. Went to my guardian of the Bricktops gate, Michele Mills of the Epiladies birthday soiree at the YeeTee pub in Atwater Village. Can you believe it, a bar I haven’t been inside of? Very cute. Seems like someone else was having a party as well. All the Epiladies were present with their bitch Scratch. Plus sightings of celebutantes like Jane Cantillon and her mogul hubby, Alice Bag and Jailbait, Bibbe Hansen and Sean Carrillo as well as Jeffreyland Hilbert and his beau, the great Mrs Michael Glass and Tom Guzman.

My sweet angel of a husband, Andrew of Gould in Suffex took me all the way to miserable Pico Rivera to retrieve some items that have been in storage for over a year.
Warning: Never use Door-to-Door storage. They are a rip off. Last year i was in a desperate situation. I had to move quickly and i got suckered into a situation because of my desperality. Another reason i want to leave tired Los Ang and live in a different country. NO affordable housing here, and and i have to struggle to keep studio space to just do work in. I'm getting angry again.
2night daddy athey and i are working on a game plan to revive Spicy Beef Curtains or something similar. We're going to brainstorm.

Saw the movie School of Rock starring Frank Black of Tenacious D. I have a new found appreciation for Mr. Black. Was at someones house recently, when they rented Shallow Hal, and I found his performance in that flick to be quite good as well. He definitely has something, a sortof John Belushi charm. Eh? Remember Belushi in the film Continental Divide with Blair Brown in the early 80s? His acting was superlative in that film and Black could go in that same direction. Talk about a film closely tied in to my punk rock youth. I spent a lot of time hanging out with Belushi in the late 70s and early 80s both here in LA and New York. His Blues Bros director John Landis, had a crush on me, and we shared a romantic kiss one night. I was in drag and I don’t think Landis knew that I wasn’t a woman. Those were the days.
Writers klatch with Ron and Lisa has been a sterling success. Lisa’s compound in Laurel Canyon is just gorgeous. We worked down in the bottom of her back yard which goes on for what seems like miles of trees and earthen vistas. It really helps the creative process.
My little papa Frank Rodriguez, my former partner with Club Sucker, helped me dub some of my work for the Alpert Award. That sweatheart always comes through for his lady. He cooked me a delicious meal and we just spent quality time together which is such a rare treat. He quit his corporate job at Sony Pictures after umpteenth years and now has his own design company called Famous that he runs with Jeffreyland Hilbert. Its hard being a business man but his company is doing well, and I see great things in his future. Frank never fails to fascinate me. I fell madly in love with him the first moment I laid eyes on him and that love has never diminished in all these years.

Bricktops Fatty Arbuckle night was very sweet. Mr. Uncertain enacted his loveable monster persona which he hasn’t done in quite a while and also tap danced, which I love. He also did a spiffy version of "Lady, Be Good". I sang my original song "Chinga Tu Madre" in honor of the election of "The Arnold" as our golden states new governor. I also managed to stick in the showtune "Aces High". Our special guests were Tommy’s Italian Novelty Band featuring Tom and Aldo from Janet Klein’s Parlour Boys. Tom and Aldo are two very horny elderly gentlemen who are amazing musicians. They brought in a top notch stand-up bassist and a young kid who sang a smoking original blues number. My door girl Selene was also looking mighty foxy in a fur coat and vintage undies.
A lot of humpy rock n rollers also came by to pay their respects to la diva. Tim Armstrong of Rancid was dancing away with a lady friend, but also made time with pretty San Francisco heritage DJ Pandora. Tim and Matt his bass player from Rancid use to come to Club Sucker and this was his first visit to Bricktops, I think he enjoyed himself. Nora Kaye of the Centimeters fame also stopped in. She’ll be the guest star for our Halloween German Expressionist Extravaganza. She was chit chatting with Derek Fudesco and Andrea Zollo of the band Pretty Girls Make Graves. What a stupid name for a band. Michael Schmidt, the chain mail designer and Charlie’s Angels movie costumer got lucky and picked up a tall young blond boy. Good for him. He deserves some goodies, and the boy he snaggled has a giant penis. How do I know that? I met the kid first when he lived in Minneapolis when I was on tour with Margaret Cho and we had a fierce roll in the proverbial hay. Also during the end of my weekly performance Andrew WK, the mad, but overwelmingly pretty party rocker, came by and was almost unrecognizeable in a houndstooth suit and bowler hat that hid his long hair. He gave a quick compliment to our DJ Pirate Jenny, from Montepelier before he took off into the night by 1:15pm. I sure wish I could have followed him home and got into bed with him.

i i got a little emug from my good friend Kari Khrome formerly of the runaways and now living in NYC:

last weekend i was looking out my window on the top
floor, it was early early evening, and i watched two
girls climb out from the basement of a squat, adjacent
to the empty lot across the street. the wriggled out
and crouched behind a pile of old wood and pipes. two
girls sat on the wood and chain smoked, while one girl
crouched down and pulled her pants down and peed while
they all smoked and talked. the girl peeing wore a
black and red plaid skirt with a black hoodie and her
hair crazy couloured blood red. her ass was facing me,
and it was whiter than any white i had ever seen. she
crouched there peeeing and smoking at the same time
while talking to her friends. she looked around for
something to wipe with, and seeing nothing, used the
the front of her shirt. she stood up yawned, and then
blew her nose on the shirt as well.
i was cracking up. Rancid was playing at CBGBs and the
troops were out in full force. two guys, one with a
military mohawk, and another in in a GBH t shirt
crossed the street in front of my building. the one in
the GBH t shirt slowed down, leaned down on a
construction cone to steady himself, and vomited in
the middle of the street.
all of this happened within 3 minutes.
what can you do?
last week a carfull of kids who were drunk and stupid
sat out in front of my building for an hour screaming.
a huge group of them came piling out of the Bowery
Poetry Club twirling and screeching and dancing around
like some loser teenagers at a Rocky Horror Picture
Show matinee. I got so pissed that i went on top of
the roof and threw a rock down on top of thier van. It
made a loud Kachunk as it hit. i ran back downstairs
to my apt and listened to them scream some more. i got
so pissed i went back on top of the roof and threw 3
big rocks in rapid succession. each one sounded like
thunder.
when i went back to my apt and looked out the window
they had left.
fucking assholes.

Political Front-C’est fatigue
Well he won, as expected—"The Arnold" is now the governor of California. Of course the state deserves him. In a beauty contest of monkeys the winner will always be a monkey.
I really need to leave this country. But go where? Germany? France? England? Well at least in Germany I’ll get more sex. But after living there for 5 months 2 years ago, I can see Germany is at the same place it was in 1928.
Is there a place for me in this world? I doubt it.

Edward Bunotto one of my cute Topping From the Bottom Boys from the first Platinum Oasis was nominated for Best Art Director for the TV musical The Music Man. He lost but I had no idea he was even an art director let alone getting nominated for an Emmy. He is living in Toronto and Montreal and has a big fat dick and nice titties so he always attracts lots of cute boys around him like flies to the flame, or is that moths?
I thought little Eddie was an art photographer. It just goes to show you how many different scenes and worlds Vaginal Davis criss crosses.
Literary Pituatary-Ron Athey, Lisa Teasley and little lady I, started our writers klatch again. We’re going to meet every Mon at 2pm at Lisa’s Laurel Canyon compound. The first session went really well. That Lisa is so prolific. She has a brand new chapter of a new book. Wow! She’s making me look bad. Her second book Dive will soon be published and it was fantastic working with her as she wrote the book with the first installment of our klatch. Its difficult coordinating our busy schedules, but its so so worth it.
With all these commitments I have lately---- upcoming art shows in Europa and writing for art catalogues, books and the like, my health is beginning to suffer. I’ve got to learn an important new Vaginal Davis word, and that is: "No" or I’ll never get through this year in one sardine piece. Also doing a weekly niteclub is really taking its toll on me. I love doing Bricktops, but its a stressfull 24/7 always on call work throttle. Now I appreciate what Frank and Dale did during the five years of Club Sucker. But at least they got a lot of sex out of the bargain. I’ve only had sex nibbles from doing Bricktops.

I’m glad I had a few days of vacation in San Francisco, but it was hardly enough time to regenerate properly.

Page 16-"The Courtney" as in Courtney Love was arrested recently and OD’d all in the same night. Poor child, she’s a messes mess. From what my spies have told me, she was picked up by the cops around Loretta Hoggs house below Olympic Blvd. Loretta is the former NYC Klub Kidd who works for Mizz Love and is pretty much the "dad" to her daughter Frances Bean.
Culture-Went to see Marisa Carnesky perform Jewess Tattooess at UCLA’s MacGowan Hall. Talk about spellbinding and revitting. This multi media piece had some incredible films in it, plus the sound and lighting by Marisa’s black dyke designer friend Rose. It all just added up to geniustrata. I’m sure someone like Marilyn Manson will steal some of Marisa’s top gun visual ideas for one of his tired videos.
Marisa performed as part of Visions of Excess, the event in England that Ron and I co-curated.
Seeing one of her full pieces presented properly was an utter delight to the senses. No one is working in Jewess mysticism as a performance art concept, and she is funny, sexy, intelligent and beguiling on stage.
Marisa and her posse came by Bricktops on Friday after their performance. It was wonderous having them in the hause. Bricktops theme was in keeping with the celebration of all things Jewish, in that we were saluting the Jewish vaudeville star Fanny Brice. I butchered her famous song, "My Man". For visual stimuli, we showed Babs Streisand playing Fanny in "Funny Lady" plus the real Miss Brice in the MGM classic Ziegfeld Follies of 1946. Mr. Uncertain also debut his new Uncertain Marching Band. His drummer and guitar player are really licky suckable. It was also Shauna Leone’s birthday party. The notables seen drinking and co-mingling: Stuart Krasner, the NBC executive who likes to stop by ever so often and troll for cute impressionable boys, Vanity Fair’s editor-at-large Matt Trynauer who actually caught the show this time, director Ramzi Abed who is working on a movie about the Black Dahlia Murder and has lined up Werner Herzog to appear. It just so happens one of the books I’m reading is Herzog on Herzog. I love how he threatened to kill Klaus Kinski and himself if Kinski walked out on him. Love the German lesbian drama.antics
Speaking of Germanic drama, Nastassia Kinski came to the club as part of the entourage of Lesbian Icona Gwen Turner(American Psycho, Go Fish) Nastassia felt Bricktops was too downscale for her and was trying to get Gwen to leave, but she wasn’t budging.
I adore Gwen, she is a real party nigger. One time the girl was so drunk that they wouldn’t let her on a plane to London, where she was filming a movie. Even knackered that wit of hers bounced back, "I’m not going to fly the plane." Her beauty and charm Wowed them and they let her board. Gwen’s latest project is a lesbian version of Queer is Folk that stars Pam Grier and Jennifer Beals of Flashdance fame. That should be something else.
Oh and that super fine Aussie super model turned TV Tarzan Travis Fimmel also slinkered in, but he wasn’t very friendly, or nice to doorgirl Meesh of the Epiladies.
Pirate Jenny from Montepilier kicked major asstrovar behind the wheels of steel, which enabled me to have a bit of a respite which I greatly appreciated. I’m sure there were some other celebs hankering about, but as usual I’m too drunk to recognize them.

back from my vacation in San Fran. I wanted to go to Montreal, but i had to settle for someplace a little less exciting. I had a great time, one can only do the city by the bay for a short stay---its a beautiful town, but a little on the dullard side.
It was my second time at the Folsom Street Fair and i enjoyed seeing all the nudity and sexual shenanigans. Those porno booths were something else. Even i was shocked by the flagrant daytime chowing down. And some of the models were very generous to their fans allowing them a slurp or two. When i arrived Saturday night and checked into the Carriage Inn i was surprised at how sweet my room was. After cruising the soma bars, i was angry that i was invisible/divisible and wound up back at the motel by 12 midnight, but as i was about to run down the street for some grub i met a horny fella and he invited me to his room where we were soon joined by his jubas boyfriend and commensed upon a threegy. After 90 minutes of them worshipping my chubby body, we were joined by another salt n peppa couple and it was an all for nothing fivegy. One of the pieces of snow had what must have been a 13 1/2 willisaurus, and i do believe he wanted to plow me with it because he spent a lot of time greasing me up with a hot link analingus tongue. His sphincter worship was unbelievable. But being the selfish betsy that i am, the minute i ejaculated my 2 inch clit, it was later dayz for this wo-man. So i went to the Mel's Diner and pigged on an alvacado burg and fries and watched a little cable TV, popped a xanax and had the best sleep imaginable. The next day i was very rested and ready to peruse the fair without being all desperality. After the fair i wents to the Eagle and macked on several guys including one of the pieces of snow i had fornicated with in the 5gy. Not the 13 1/2 inch snow but the one from Chicago with his thyroid eye jubas jubilee. The snow's negro had a below average willis, so of course he doesn't get his hole worked the way he wants it and was counting on having a one-on-one with me, but i don't like repeats. No one was floating my boat so i left and went to a few other barzinas and at the Powerhause i ran into the salt n peppa couple picking up another jub. What slutkas!
I was more than satisfied from last night so decided to go back to the motel and met a cute El Salvadorean who looked like a tall version of Rubencito the bar back at the Parlour. I swear he was his twin, but with a more amazing body and twitchy tight holestravar, so i went to his room and proceded to mack mama him royally and didn't even need a viagra that daddy athey had given me. I've never had such sexual pluck in San Francisco before. The rest of my trip was spent catching up with girlfriends like Larry Bob, "Pop That Cherry" Jefferson and Immanuel de La Felaise.

Last night me and Ron through an impromptu party for Marisa Carnisky, the British Live Arts performer who is doing her piece at UCLA. She's been getting a lot of delicious press that she really deserves. When i did my shows in London she was the perfect hostess to me, so i wanted her to meet some LA royalty and they all came out in mass. Too many stars to name right at this moment but maybe later. Daddy Athey cooked a lovely Thai meal and his beau Maxmillian made lovely cocktails with an exclamation point on the cock.

Rebecca Del Rio of Mulholland Drive fame performed as part of Bricktops Lupe Velez, Mexican Spitfire Fiesta. What a successful event. One of Bricktops best nights for sure. Rebecca is a phenomenal singer and performer with a voice that is beyond angelic. She is one unbelievable talent and everyone was mezmerized. Of course there were lots of celebs including director David Lynch and Laura Harring plus an asortment of writers and artists too numerous to mention here but i will say that punk rock legend Don Bolles(The Germs) came by along with David J. of Bauhaus/Love and Rockets Fame and this amazing young kid who is either a hockey player or basketball player from Russia. His name is Alexander Frolov and he is so beautiful that our eyes met as i was DJ-ing and he came up to me in the booth and we wound up sharing a deep passionate kiss that kept me from changing records for a few minutes. I was that distracted. Hopes he makes a return visit and SOON.
Saturday Professor Doyle aka Pirate Jenny gave me a ride to the aeroport so that i could take my long awaited vacation to San Francisco. Boy do i deserve some time off. I've worked two asses off in the last year. I wanted a few days of debauchery and i felt like the Folsom Street Fair would be perfect to explore. Last year i was in San Francisco, but that trip wasn't so great as i spent too much time hen partying with girlfriends and getting absolutely NO booty whatsoever. This year i had to take care of myself and my nut, so i avoided girlfriends, and splurged on a hotel. I stayed for 3 days at the Best Western Carriage Inn on 7th at Mission. It was a lot nicer then i expected it to be. I had reserved three nights but i was only going to stay two but it was so comfy i decided i deserved those three nights even if i have to starve later. My first night Saturday i went bar hopping, but it proved very disapointing, so i headed home early and wound up meeting at the Best Western Americana next to my motel this salt n peppa fuck buddy couple from Chicago. The snow was very muscular with bullet nipples and a ripped washboard set of abs. He said he was 37 but looked older, because he was balding, but was still very handsome, in a Mr. Paul Ashly like way. The jubas was kind of thyroid eyed but extremely friendly and seductive. They had their own rooms but we wound up in the snow's suite. Both of them pounced on me and started sucking on my titties, which of course i love as my tits demand lots of attention. They were very much into just servicing me, which being the grand poobah diva that i am is mostly what i look for in a trick. After loads of foreplay where the jubas jubilee was massaging me and licking every orifice on my body------both of them had very average peterfications. I was surprised that the jubas was actually somewhat of a princess Tiny Meat. He certainly broke the black stereotype. About 90 minutes into our session there was a knock at the door and another salt and pepper couple came over. This other jubas had giant muscles and a very thick willis but not especially long, plus he had massive pectorals and nipples that looked liked Thierry Mugler's steel plated nips. The snow was very tall and handsome with white hair and what looked like a 13 inch willasaurus. Now 4 men were doing double time in taking care of my lady needs, it was my ultimate fantasy come true and i couldn't believe it was happening. I wanted it to last for hours, but all the stimuli directed towards me made me slooge sooner then i would have wanted. Ms. 13 inch cruel club seemed a little disapointed. I think she was hoping to plow my virgin hole, but as soon as i ejaculated i was starving and got the hell out of Dodgekin. I went next door to my Inn and asked the tired Philipino desk clerk where i could get some hot food. He told me that there was a Mel's diner on 4th and Mission. I walked over there and got take out and brought it back to my room and chowed and watched a little cable TV and had an amazing sleep. The next day was Sunday and Folsom Day and i wasn't feeling all desperality, which was good and was able to enjoy the kinky procedings. I was surprised by all the broad daylight cock sucking sphinter munching at the porno booths. Some very virulent porn pups were just going to town and even let some trolls have a slurp or two. The porn stars were being very generous. Of course there was the regular gaggle of fuglies running around butt naked when they shouldn't be. I ran into a lot of LA girlfriends which isn't exactly what i was hoping for, but it was nice seeing Greg Cloud aka Greg Lenzman, Marvina Jones & Co and Mr. Cross who now lives in Oakland and is a full fledged F2M Mack daddy. I've always loved and admired that Mr. Cross, he's is as handsome as ever.

After the fair i went to the Eagle and connected with several men and had some mack sessions that didn't exactly go anywhere, but it was nice being desired for a change. I also ran into the snow from Chicago who told me that his jubas was just a neighbor and casual fuckbuddy, which i don't believe i think they are in a all out relationship. I didn't just fall of the ole turnip truck.
The Jubas was busy flirting with a bunch of snow papas, but was never too far away from his main Chi-town snow piece. Miss snow made it clear he wanted to have a private session with me and get plowed as his Jubas doesn't exactly have the equipment to stretch his hole into a man channel and i was actually giving butch realness which was intriguing him. But i already had her Saturday and did not savor any repeat performances. My intuition was that she would turn into one bossy cow bottom and this particular night I was all about The NEW---no second hand Roses or repeats. So we made out a bit and that was that. I wound up going to Blow Buddies and meeting a guy from Hawaii and some other piece of high snow, and they both commensed to service my binockers. One was being a little too rough and making my already somewhat sore nips sorer, but the Hawaiian was perfect and after i busted my proverbial gnut i hung out with Ms. Honolulu and she messaged me and we snuggled a bit. Oh and i got back to Ms. Hotel early by 12:00midnight, after getting food this time at the 10th and Mission greasy hamburger joint.
Monday i just did girlfriend stuff with Larry Bob and went to his Comedy Night. Wasn't really impressed with any of the comics---you know comedy isn't my thing. I was hoping Larry's beau Nick was performing, but the MC was some well known gagster who didn't exactly float my boat. A straight middle aged hippy looking comic was actually the funniest and a big southern Diesel Dyke came in 2nd place. I couldn't hack the full two hour show and left and did some bar hopping, but Monday nite is so dismal in SanFranc that i wound up coming back to the motel early and just eating and watching cable TV which is a treat since i down own a television.
Checked out of the motel by noon and went and had a nice snack at a cute vegetarian place with L-Bob and my step son Immanual de la Falaise picked me up and i spent the rest of the day with him. We drank at some tired rock n roll bar in the mission and then went to this incredible east Indian restaurant in the suburbs near his home and had a meal that was beyond beyond. The head waiter was gorgeous and he was actually flirting with me. The other east asian men weren't exactly featuring my queeny troll vibe. I spent the night at Immanuel's then in the morning we met with his mother my ex-wife and former Afro Sister, "Pop That Cherry" Jefferson, and had a sweet breakfast and then we had a snack at Cafe Flor then Iman whisked me to the Aeroport and now i'm back to the reality of no sex in LA. Ha har!

oh my darlings. My little date with lawyer anderson was wonderful. We had a little sweet luncheon at this agua fresca joint on hollywood and vine that makes the most delicious sandwiches and fruit nectars imaginable, then we went to the tired Arclight Theatre to see Woody Allen's new movie Anything Else starring Jason Biggs and a radiantra Christina Ricci who has really made the transition from child star to adult actress. I kind of hate that she has taken the AllyMcBeal route of dieting and weight control and is a skinny lollipop head. She looked much better with meat on her bones. In all fairness she's gained a bit back, but not enough to rescue her from the gaunt clutches of Hollywood chic. Jason sure is fine looking and so is Jimmy Fallon from Saturday Nite Live fame. I also enjoyed the brief appearance of Adrian Grenier. What a nice surname Grenier. How does Vaginal Grenier sound?
Also saw the movie underworld about Vampires and Werewolves. Kate Beckinsale was her usually snooty self and Scott Speedman was doing his brooding thing that he gets carried away with. Oh i can't fault someone for perpetually sulking now can i. I had a run in with Scott a year or so ago, and he was flirting with me, but being aloof at the same time, which i wasn't having. He reminds me so much of how Brad Pitt was when he first came on the scene as a young actor. Except Scott doesn't have some old geezer floating about as his suger daddy. Scott just loves flirting with queens and getting them worked up then dropping them flat. Let me stop badmouthing. I just wish Scott well with his newfound boxoffice success.

had din din with andrew and lenny at their compound. andrew cooked a scrumpteous meal. the soup was beyond delicious. settled in for a movie marathon. watched Miss Marple, with this really old actress who looked like she would croak before the movie was over. Love Agatha Christie. plus Looking for Mr. Goodbar starring Diane Keaton, Tuesday weld, William atherton and a too hot for his own good Richard Gere. Also Tom Berenger as the murderer, reminded me just how sexy he once was. Do you remember a little film called In Praise of Older Women? those Berenger lips. Yum. Also saw Lair of the White Worm. Wasn't Amanda O'Donahue something else in that? Also princess Catherine Oxenberg of Yugaslavia and a young pretty tittied Hugh Grant.
I've been seeing so much beauty on the subway and MTA busses lately. Wow! what is going on? Its really leaving me in a compromised state. I hate it when good looking men have that much power over me. those awful laws of desire.
Bricktops Joan Crawford Our Dancing Daughters night was a miracle evening. Kitty Diggens is quite the show woman. She did two performances, the last one was very Bacchanal and included this live celebrity goat as Pan. One never knows what to expect from Bricktops, its always over the top in the best way.
Nice seeing Lydia Lunch, the first lady of Harsh and her new beau. She's actually going out with someone older and not a teenage boy. Thats quite a departure for her. More power to you Lydia---you get that nut girl! Also Daddy Athey came by to hang with Lydia and her posse.
It was fantastic seeing Foster from Extra Fancy. His new lady friend was the owner of the celebrity goat. Lesbianic Drama Dept:
Andrew's truck got broken into by some dumb malt liquor drinking jubas. The crack head was such an idiot he got caught red handed by the cops, who came walking through the club. Of course they happened upon the goat---god only knows what they thought about that.
Other celebs: Gwen Kahn who had so much fun last week she came back and really dressed to the 6's 7's and 9's. cute surfer looking TV star Mike Vogel, with male ingenue Joseph Gordon-Levitt and writer Jonathan Lethem(The Fortress of Solitude) Mr. Lethem was constantly making requests to poor Professor Doyle(Pirate Jenny) as she was DJ-ing. He could have thought of a cleverer way in trying to pick her up. Also ms. Daphne cousineau of Vivende/Unversal came by and she is ready to pop that baby out. Its due this week. She didn't even look preggers until a little while ago. I wouldn't mind getting pregnant by her handsome french husband Olivier Hasnot.

Got together Monday with EJ of the Suburban Lawns and his goth boyfriend at my studio in MacArthur Park. They brought me a copy of a video EJ shot of me performing at Bricktops. EJ is an amazing videographer, though some of the angles weren't exactly flattering to my ego, the images were crisp and sharp and had a nice flow.
Tuesday was taken to dindin at Netty's by Mark Harvey and Frank Rodriguez of Famous Designs. Haven't eaten at that Silverlake haunt in ages. The place is a little bit fancier, but not that much where its icky. Had a fantastic meal and Mark and Frank were just perfect gentlemen making me feel ever so the special diva lady that i am. Later the same evening i went to Cha Cha Tuesdays at Circus. Why i don't know. I just felt like smelling some salsa i guess. The floor show was very Mexican Independence day, one of the trannys even had two muscle back-up dancers. One was a little mariqeeta but the shaved head one was all barone!!!! I sure wanted him. Saw my favorite gogo boy Obregon dancing with some big studkin jubilee. Only a jubas could take care of a hot mangina like the great O's. I was yealous jealous.
Wednesday afternoon, finally saw Party Monster, the World of Wonder flick about Michael Alig. It wasn't as bad as everyone else seems to think. That doesn't mean it was good either. The performances were actually very compelling especially Seth Green as James St. James. The real James St. James certainly isn't very interesting. And i think that MaCauley Culkin was actually incredible as Michael even with his mid atlantic tones. He also has quite a bubble booty. I wasn't expecting that. Other standouts were Wilmer Vanderama as Keoki and a knockoutsluggo Natasha Lyonne who was unrecognizeable. Chloe Sevigny didnt register and poor Wilson Cruz has turned into such a muscle Magdelene that i found it distracting. Oh and Marilyn Manson also was pretty hot and should have had more screen time.

unusual modeling assignment from Mark Harvey of Famous Design Studio. I became the gun toting hand of Jim Brown from the early 70s bloitation flick The Black Gun, which co-starred Mr. Brown and Brenda Sykes. How many of you remember Ms. Sykes getting down with Perry King in Mandingo and later with Leigh J. McClowsky in a CBS nightime soap opera. Whatever happened to her?
Mr. Harvey is quite the perfectionist when it comes to design. He's a sweet Virginia ginger head. Loved his Atwater Village cottage that is on a nice picturesque street. It was lovely just sitting eating cookies on his front porch. We're having dinner on Tuesday.
Got together this morning with Dr. Jennifer Doyle of UC Riverside. She is back from her 3 months sabbatical in the South of France. Got to see pictures of her conquests----all very yummy. Imagine having a village of young french men all at your disposal. Divine.

She also relayed to me how the hot hunky latin chef de cuisine at Campanile, Matt Molina has tweeked the lighting so that he can be seen better by the diners. I guess all that fawning i did over him last time we went for dinner got back to him, and he realizes now just what a beauty prize he is. Leave it to me, to boost the egos of men.

Went to a screening in Burbank near NBC Studios of the new movie Bubba Ho Tep. The film stars the brilliant Ossie Davis and Bruce Campbell. Ossie plays a rest home denizen who believes he's President Jack Kennedy, and Campbell is Elvis Presley. I love the premise. Somehow an ancient Egyptian gets thrown in to the proceedings. Great low rent special affects. Movies need to return to the 50 cent approach as opposed to computer generated high tech. I'm not a huge fan of animation, and special affects films just seem like bad cartoons to me. Ossie Davis need to get an Oscar nom. He's that great of an actor, and this is a perfect vehicle for the old timer who shows that he can outdo the young whippersnappers in a heartsthrow. Remind me never to go to the Valley for a screening again. I had bad feeling about it and those were confirmed. Also I'm not exactly featuring that Margot from the American Cinemateque.

Rosina cooked a delicious healthy meal at Maxmillians on Thursday. Max's uncle Ernest who use to own the famed upscale hustler bar Numbers was back home in Switzerland so we had the run of his giant condo on Crescent Heights. It was nice having quiet time with Ms. Rosina, Max, Daddy Athey, the kids-Cryil & Karen and Crepe Suzette.

Bricktops Rudolph Valentino night went off without a hitch. Bill Van Rooy's boyfriend Logan decided to have a surprise birthday party for Bill. All his pals showed up and it was quite cute. Miss Shannon of the Montrose Hills did a sensational tap dance number, and my show was filmed by EJ who use to produce the band The Suburban Lawns featuring Sue Tissue. I always wondered what happened to her and EJ sez she lives in upstate New York. The Suburban Lawns got rat fucked by IRS records in the 80s. Because the label used all their money on promoting The GoGo's and did nothing for The Lawns. The group finally split up in 1986. EJ lives in San Bernadino with his death rock lover and i guess he does video and music projects. He wants to work on some music thing with me. Perhaps i can do a Bricktops CD with him. A night at Bricktops in the Russian Qtr. How does that grab you?
lots of strange celebs stopped by the club. don bolles of the Germs, with Nora Kaye of the Centimeters who is going to do the Halloween show. Dame Darcy, Gwen Kahn of the Pandoras fame who incidentally is the granddaughtr of 20s songwriter Gus Kahn and Bibbe Hansen and Sean Carrillo who brought along Al Hansen's brother and Bibbe's god son Giovanni Ribisi. Bibbe was the midwife who brought him and his sister in to this world. Gio came with his co-star Scarlette Johanson from that new Sophia Copolla film Lost in Translation. I danced for 30 minutes with actor Nick Stahl before i even recognized him. He's better looking in person then in any of his movies.

Swiss artist extroidinaire Rosina Kuhn took me to dinner at the Hillmont steak joint on Hollywood Blvd at Vermont. I've only been to the place once, but they have some seriously delicious meat. We both had steaks and Shrimp with garlic mash potats and asparagus and we shared a valicious bottle of French Champagne. Rosina is a delight. She came to LA to film a documentary with her experimental filmmaker son Cyril about Sunset Blvd. She has done a painting book that will be released soon and even won a prestigious award for the project back in Lusuane. One of the judges who awarded her was none other then Paloma Picasso. Rosina is very much like a young girl, very effervescent and personable who approaches life with a childlike wonder and awe. Too bad everyone can't be as whimsical as she is.
Hillmont wasn't very crowed---thank god. Some of the people there are just horrid. I'm becoming such the recluse in my old adage. Some of the restaurant staff sure was hunky. Yummy.
Met Rosina for cappacino and dainties at the Casbah Cafe in Silverlakey this morn. there wasn't the usual irregulars at the place. I love the food but the cafe society that hangs out at Casb are so icky that i don't like to go there on a regular basis. I really have to be in the mood for it, but fortunately the new ilk that has possessed the nbor wasn't around.
I showed Rosina my new flat and my studio and i also got to tour her a bit of old Hollywood. She loved seeing Paramount studios close up and at my studio she took lots of pictures from the roof. Even on an ugly smoggy day there was still beauty to be found.

Went to see the Weather Underground Film and ran into little Julian Nitzberg at the flick. Haven't hung out with him in ages. He is girlfriendless again. His last one was a stunner. Funny how he is never in want of female companionship. Well he does have a cute, tight little jewish bubble butt on him. He gave me a lift to the Trader Joe's and i picked up a few foodstocks. I'm housesitting for Dr. Doyle at her Edgecliff Junction compound. I like her apt, its a cute San Berdoo style court, straight out of Nathaniel West. She has a bunch of new noisy yuppy nieghbors though, which is somewhat irritating. It seems like some of her N-bors have loud yappity doggy doodles, which isn't my favorite thing.
As i was preparing a little meal her closest n-bor dropped by. He's a well scrubbed blondine name Jason with the loveliest and fullest lips. A very dear young boy. I wound up feeding him, and we drank several bottles of wine. He didn't leave until almost 2 in the morning. Jason is starting graduate school at Cal Arts. If i get that Alpert Award he just may wind up in my class. Ha-har.
The weather is heating up again. Just dreadful. Penny Dreadful. I am not a fan of warm clime or humidity. Perfect weather for me is 72 degrees all year round. I am a little green flower.
My last day of working at the LA Weekly on a regular basis came to an end on Friday. It was very anti-climactic. I'll still be contributing as a freelancer, i just won't be in the office as part of the day-to-day editorial staff. I'm surprised i lasted as long as i did. What has it been? 6 years? I was just supposed to watch over the office for a month when Ron went on tour and how it turned into a steady gig, i'll never know. Of course i've been attached to the Weekly as a writer since i was a teenager. Michael Lassell first brought me aboard. He was an early Features editor, and a rolly polly gay man. At that time i also wrote for the LA Reader using the name Kayle Hilliard and Denning Taylor. My editor was Richard Gehr who is now living in New York and is one of the founding editors with Spin and several other mags. Isn't strange how the years just roll by, just like ole Man River.
Now that i'm not at the Weekly all the time, i'll be able to poor more energies into Bricktops which is very exciting. Our Josephine Baker nite was quite a success. Reny Monk was sensational and looks so much like the great La Baker. Its as if she came back from the dead. I think she dead.
The only damper was tired Brad Kay. What a hambone he is. How does Janet Klein manage to put up with him?
The throngs paying homage included Bibbe and Sean with cutie pie gay actor Jason London or was it his brother Jeremy. I can't tell them apart. One is gay and the other is straight. If you know the difference send me an emug. Also that hot Heath Ledger was oogling Madame Josephine. I wish he was desireous of my racehorse arse. Was also introduced tothis cute young boy named Anson Mount. With a name like that he has to be some kind of actor or rock star. One thing is for sure-----he is mighty pretty. I'd love to sniff out his hole. Yeah, his pie hole. Director Kevin Smith even came, he has the fattest leggs i've ever seen. The man should not be wearing shorts with legs like that. Also word to Kevin: Stop eating french fries in my club. He actually brought a bag of french fries to munch on---tres tacky.
Saturday i went with Daddy Athey to pick out a plant for Kateri Butler, Style Editor of the LA Weekly. It was her birthday, and the party would be later in the evening. I didn't think i was going to be in town, as i had a date with my Scandanavian to go up to Santa Barbara for the weekend, but he flaked out on me.
Wound up spending most of the day at Maxmillians condo enjoying airconditioned splendour. Got to see all these episodes of the HBO gay soap opera OZ. Wow. All the gangbangs and even one inmate defecating in another's mouth. How now brown cow!
We didn't get to Kateri's birthday party till late. All the old gang was there. I drank royally. Nice seeing Tra La La's son all grown up. He's 21 and goes to UC Santa Cruz. He's very conservative, which is typical of any child with a wild parent. He's turned into quite a handsome young man. The last time i saw him he was 5 years old and blond and was in a fashion show at Club Vertigo with me. My how these children grow. Now i'm really feeling like a maiden aunt.

oh i got nominated for the Alpert Award in Video/Film. Its somewhat like the MacArthur Genius Award in that you don't apply for it you are just nominated, and then one day out of the blue you find out that you've won $50,000. I sure could use that money believe you me. So wish me pluck.
Went to see He Pounces at the Evidence Room. Wow this play sure had some hot bodies in it. It was conceived and choreographed by Ken Roht who use to work with long dead Reza Abdul. There are a lot of Reza touches, but the performers are made more vulnerable then in Reza's control freak debacles. Don't get me wrong Reza was a visionary, but i didn't think everything he did always worked. He had a knack of finding extroidinary talent, though and he could abuse them in extroidinary ways. The Dramaturg for this piece was Michael Silverblatt from NPR fame and so it had a nice homo literary foundation behind it
Standouts in He Pounces is the trannyboy Ilya Pearlman who has quite the beautiful voice, Tad Coughenour who is Juan Fernandez' lover and a delicious actor, Lee Avent an amazingly graceful black dancer lady, Katie Puckrik who has incredible stage presence, and Dylan Kenin who is the knockout hunk with piercing eyes and a sharp nose, who i wants to make an appointment with to chow down on his fine, fine ass.

Saw Madame Sata, the new Brazilian movie about this fiesty macho black queen who didn't take any excrement from the establishment during the 1930's . Of course she spent most of her life in prison, but the gal kicked major asstrovar before getting stuffed under that Jean Genet jail cell. Ms. Sata wound up a Carnivale folk hero in her later years then got knocked by deaths doorknob in the mid 70s.
My friend Professor Jose Munoz of NYU told me to see his pal's documentary on the Weather Underground that will be opening soon in Los Ang--- I can't wait. I should create the New Weather Underground. This time the Revolutions WILL be televised.
Friday was Bricktops. Jane Cantillon performed and was wonderful as usual. I love it when she's bawdy. Jane is one of LA's Punk Princesses, though these days she works in the mainstream TV industry as a producer for Entertainment Tonight. Before ET she was a producer of Hard Copy. I've known her forever and talk about breastage. She has lovely large binockers. Her busom is real not store bought, a rarity these days. Leave it to Jane she is a classic bohemian beauty.
Matt Trynauer, the cute editor at large for Vanity Fair came by the club, but for some reason couldn't stay for the show. He said he is going to come back next week for Josephine Baker Nite. Well he better. Also putting in a pitt stop: Handsome Kid Congo Powers of the Gun Club and Nick Cave Band. Kid just looks better and better the older he gets. Musical genius Kristian Hoffman(Swinging Madisons, Klaus Nomi, Ann Magnusen) stopped in along with zany artist Skot Armstrong and his lover James Talon looking very dapper in vintage Tux's, Lesbian pin-up Gwen Turner came with Sundance Film Festival main programmer Shari Frilot. Maxfield muse Richard Velasco and Sony Pictures big wig Michael Dykes seemed to hit it off as well.
This labor day weekend I'll be housesitting on the Silver Lake. Its going to be nice having a giant house all to myself. My little Hollywood Blvd crashpad is so confining.

had little meeting at my studio with Malik Gaines, the adorably sexy cute son of conceptual artist and Cal Arts Professor Charles Gaines. Malik is curating a big city arts doo rag and wants me to represent. One of the venues is the Folk Art Museum on Wilshire across the street from LACMA. Back in the late 70s early 80s i participated in some educational activities with the space as part of my job at the Municipal Art Gallery at Barnsdall Park. Those were the days, my friend, we really knew how to blend our make-up. Malik has pretty cafe au lait skin, and has an art band called My Barbarian that includes Jade Gorden who use to be girlfriends with Marcus Bastida, who i had a nutty affair with years ago when i was young and foolish. To think i was actually far gone on Marcus. He is married now to a psychiatrist. I hope she gives him free psycho analysis. They have a baby together and Marcus, according to everyone who has seen him lately is very fat and middle aged looking. When i had him he was the ultimate fresh beauty. His mother is a Swedish actress and his father is a famous Columbian architect. He was a docent at Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions and also going to USC law school, when we first met, and he volunteered to work at the gallery just so he could be in contact with me, which i felt was very romantic. Early in our relationship he said, "I love you, but can't give you what you want.
What i want is to be killed by a sexual maniac.

Oh i forgot to mention that one of my editors from the LA Weekly, "Cadillac" Joe Donnelly and his sexy wife Candy came by Bricktops, along with writer John Albert and Ronna. I love Candy Donnelly she is a showgirl/dancer with Celine Dion's big show in Vegas. Actually she told me that she left the show. I don't blame her. I wouldn't want to live in Las Vegas 24/17. I've only been to that city once and once was more then enough. I don't care if i ever go back. I was expecting the Vegas of the Rat Pack, but that is long gone. You know a city is bad if its too tacky for even ME. But i wouldn't mind tacky if it was good tacky. There is a difference you know. The town is more evil then LA if there could be such a thing because Ms. LA is the ultimate Faustian village, but Vegas takes the pies cake.
Last nite met up with Professor Jose Munoz of NYU for a late nite and i mean late night cap at The Spotlight on Selma and Cahuenga in hOllywood proper. The bartender Chris was working alone and we got to talking and i reminded him that i was the queen who had the impromptu Hustler White after screening party. Jeffreyland and his ex neighbor at the Love Boat apt also stopped by the bar. Me and Jose were in high latina gossip mode. I must have had 4 whiskey sours. It was an unusually quiet night at Spotlight. All Johns no hustlers. Thats like being at a place with all Margot's and no Eve's---very strange indeed. A few rent boys did show up later but were very un-focused.
Had breaky with Shannon Kelley who use to work for Outfest but now does independent programming with Sundance and this new festival in Mexico. We had a nice time eating at the Pantry. Shannon is quite a talented Irish tenor and cello player. He performed at Bricktops in March for St. Paddy's and was explosive.
I've been in quite the olde fashion mood. Last night i had dinner at Phillipe's. I love their French dip sandwiches. I need to pay a visit to Cole's on 6th and Los Angeles street---that will make this mood i'm in complete.
Oh the scripts and offers to do TV keep pouring in. Some tired reality show on ABC wanted me. I don't think they realize how much reality they would get from someone like me. Of course i'm not interested in tepid television, or being in mainstream feature films for that matter. I'll leave those roles for Michael Clark Duncan.

I am sick of Bricktops. The club is just too hot and explosive for its own good. Every week is different and I just can’t keep up with it anymore. Mr. Uncertain was in very good form, dazzling and seductive as ever. I couldn’t remember my lyrics but it didn’t really matter, I was ON in other ways. The theme for the evening was Buster Keaton Realness, and Scotland Zeif from NYC was supposed to perform but he couldn’t change his ticket, so it was just me and Mr. Un holding up the fort. Scotland performed along with Maurice’s Little Bastard last week during the Fishnet Floozy show so actually it was all for the better.
It was our most celebrity studded, with fun underground celebs like Rebekah Del Rio from the movie Mulholland Drive. She is the singer in the Club Silencio scene who does the amazing version of Roy Orbison’s Crying in Spanish---"Llorando" Mulholland Drive like Day of the Locust is the premiere film about the evil of Los Angeles and how this city can destroy you. Ms. Del Rio wants to perform at Bricktops and what a coup that will be. Professor Jose Munoz of NYU who is here taking a respite from Man!hattan really bonded with Ms. Del Rio.
Hannah Sim and Mark Steger of osseus labyrint also paid us a little visit, and brought a bunch of French dignateries including Antoine Chatelet, who is the cultural attache with the French Counsel. You better not mess with him, because if he kills you he has diplomatic immunity. He dragged along Violette Villard who is writing an article for French Vogue on cabaret’s and with her Phillipe Liotard a photographer with Elle Magazine, and he came with French director Benoit Jacuot, who brought french actor Melvil Poupaud who came with his polish boyfriend Pawel Szajda who is in the upcoming new movie Under the Tuscan Sun that co-stars Diane Lane who wasn’t there Friday, but should have been. Also Paul Giamatti who stars in American Splendor was with death rock icon David J.(Bauhaus/Love&Rockets) who is doing the music for this new film about The Black Dahlia murder, and brought with him a posse of folks connected to this upcoming feature including its sexy Turkish director Ramzi Abed, Nora (of The Centimeters), who sings the title track from the movie, Kristen Kerr who plays the Dahlia-based character along with sound designer, John Neff (Mulholland Drive, Bluebob), producer, Brett Morrison (The Cooler), orchestrator and musician, Ego Plum ( Ego Plum And The Ebola Music Orchestra), and pin-up girl Masuimi Max (The Tunnel).
Almost unrecognizeable in a tux was heavy metal party boy pianist Andrew WK. Boy is he ever sexy. He really took a liking to Mr. Uncertain----like everybody’s mother’s brother’s uncle. Joining the insanity was Ron Athey with costume designer "Crepe" Suzette Mathelson(Blue Crush,Crazy/Beautiful) Switzerland’s favorite mother/ son art team Cyril and Rosina Kuhn, art star Urs Fisher, Kid Congo Powers(Nick Cave Band) and bubble butt salt n pepper tennis couple James Blake and Robby Ginepri. Whosh!
Went to see Glen Meadmore perform at the Sunset Junction. He was amazing as usual. It felt good to dance to his barndance tunes under the hot sun, but I paid for it with some major heat exhaustion. Some hot hunky men were floating about, but I had to retire to Daddy Athey’s to watch some videos I have to write about for my column.
Finally got a chance to see Darren Stein’s "Put the Camera on Me". I really loved it. He is one perverse princess of Judea. I thought I was a major puta from the g et go, but he was a control queen ma-nipple-lator at age 7.
I think his younger brother has a little suger in his tank as well. Funny the one friend of his childhood that I wanted to know more about was the queeny black boy. Why wasn’t his parents interviewed? I really felt he needed to address how this negro fit into this white/jewish suburban enclave in the early 80s. The darky was also the most interesting intellectually. His comments around the pool at age 6 or so about his blackness was very intriguing and precocious.
Later I went to Jeffreyland Hilberts annual birthday bash at La Plaza. Great seeing all the olde gang, Like Mrs. Glass, Tom Guzman and Elvia and her handsome husband. I stayed for two hours which is amazing since I wasn’t exactly feeling very social. I’m really turning into a recluse. I’m only happy when I’m completely alone.

another sweet little missive from former runaway Kari Krome in NYC:

after spending a lovely summer day at Wigstock in Thompkins Square Park, the next day was spent travelling by train to Robert Moses beach. The trip was a hag but well worth it. The sun was high and shining, the water a gorgeous blue green, almost tropical, and a slight breeze was blowing. We lay on the sand eating fruit, drinking water, and reading rock an roll and fashion magazines. The water was delicious. I just had to get into that healing salt water. On the way back, we dumped all our shit back at the apartment, and then strolled through the neighborhood. As we rounded the corner, a group of
africans were playing congas and bongos and stciks and percussion instruments on the sidewalk next to a graffiti covered van. we walked up and a littl teeny community garden was having a celebration. We sat and watched
a girl whos locks were wrapped up in a cloth so big, she may well of a had a tire on her noggin, dance all over the sidewalk. children ran around shrieking, and women in tribal wraps fed us vegetarian food. Later i stuffed myself full of red velvet cake.a perfect way to end a summer day in the city

this just in from Dr. Doyle in the south of France:

Cherie,
I read your blog and it makes me long for home. you give me the impression that LA is the land of charming cocktail parties and cute scottish boys. nice trick that.
i'm waiting for one of the boys from mon village to come over - Johan - tall, lanky, big blue eyes and a gorgeous mouth; I kissed him once about two weeks ago at a village fete when he was high and drunk. I told him I think he's very sexy (for being all of 20). I don't know if he's actually going to have the guts to come over tonight though.
I've learned this summer that if you are going to make a habit out of seducing younger men, then you have to take them in hand and boss them around. They are too scared to do anything first.
A simple, obvious truth, I guess. But I'm so used to my aggressive sexuality scaring the pants off men (and not in a good way) that it's kindof exciting to take charge of things...
Then again, I'm too lazy to make a career out of that sort of behavior. Push comes to shove, I'm the one who likes to be face down in the pillow.
Anyway, I'm making the most of my last few days here.
Have I mentioned, by the way, that there's always a gaggle of old women in front of my house? They gather here in the evenings - right up until midnight - to gossip.
I learned that the reason why the old ladies always congregate on my front steps is because the house has a reputation - apparently, the woman who used to live here - Marguerite - gave lots of folks here their first real taste of liquor and adult life. The steps are called 'les escaliers de marguerite.'
This is the major reason why I'll be surprised if Johan accepts my casual invitation to stop by for an apero - because to cross my threshold you literally have to ask a bunch of old ladies to get up so you can pass! It's like having four grandmothers eternally perched on your steps.
I figure, in a way, it's a good filter - any man who wants to fuck me should be proud enough to approach the door and face la committee des dames.
I'll be in London for a bit - probably until the 10th. You should use my apartment between the 28th (thrusday) and then. My subletters should have all cleared out by then.
I do hope you apply for the residency in Berlin. I will wither up and die in LA if you aren't there, but then again I can't stand to see you working and hustling they way you are and for what?
And your work is so much better than Lyle Ashton Harris's or anyone else's. A residency like that in Berlin should turn into better things too - a great way to make getting recognition easier.
And then I can come see you in Berlin, and lure you to this little endroit.
By the way, was Phillip of the dinner party from Montpellier? 'Cause that's right around the corner from me....(hours later)
Well - not only did Johan come over, he brought lots of other boys - we drank all night together and johan and I have plans to go to the gay nude beach together tommorrow.
Remy, who also came over, was his usal charming self, and he's to stop by today and help me clean the basement. I'm sure we'll never actually get to do anything that resembles cleaning anything.
The two of them were draped on each arm all night - I thought about trying to arrange a threesome, but thought that might be pushing my luck.
xxoo
Jennifer

oh and everyone wants Ms. Davis to be a part of something or the other. Received this emug from cute and tight bodied young mulatto Malik from the art band My Barbarian

Dear Ms. Davis,

I hope that you will submit work to a major exhibition I am curating.I’ve been hired by the city of LA to organize part one of a three-part survey of LA black art. My section will contain the best of contemporary work (from 1990 to the present) and will open January 17th at the Luckman
Gallery and Fine Art Gallery at CSULA, as well as the Craft and Folk Art Museum on Wilshire (this is going to be a big, crazy show).While the city sees this as an opportunity to historicize black contributions to LA culture (they intend to launch the mayor’s black history month celebration with this exhibition…), I find this whole historicizing scenario to be problematic, verging on boring, and intend to make this a show that is challenging, fun, and dismissive of certain expectations about
black art”. As curator, I have complete discretion to make the show I want, and the show I want includes work from Vaginal Davis, one of the most important artists working throughout LA’s contemporary period.

I’d be pleased to meet with you, or chat by phone or email, to figure out how you think your work could be best served in this exhibition. While I’m most familiar with you as a performer, I know you also have objects, movies,
zines, etc. Please let me know your thoughts. This show would be a mockery without you, so please, consider it your civic duty! I don’t think I can take no for an answer…
Best, Malik Gaines

Also got a letter from England with a formal request to be part of an art show. And all these movie scripts keep coming my way. I'm not an actor and i don't want to be one.

Hung out with Ms. Meadmore as in Glen yesterday doing girly girly things that ladies of the Hen do. We always have a blast together. She is one crazy Manitobian Canuck.
We went to this art opening of this art damaged kid from England named Doran. I didn't want to go as i hate art openings, but Glen insisted so i wound up tagging along. Luckily we only stayed for 5 minutes. This Doran child is the boyfriend of director Barry Shilts(Wigstock-the movie). Need i say more?
Glen dropped me off at Ron Athey's where i was his date for a formal dinner party at Mark & Hannah's of osseus labyrinth. It was a lovely little affair at their giant West Adams compound. The dinner guests included Phillipe of Montepillier who was staying with Ron but is now at Hannah and Mark's plus Laurent, the cultural attache with the French embassey. I've met him before through Per this Swedish artist. Laurent is gay and very very french in that he loves stirring things up and is mega opinionated. We got in to it a bit about politicx and the like. He was with this lovely lady named Violette who writes for French Vogue and is doing some article about fashion and cabarets. I invited them to come to Bricktops on Friday. Hopefully she'll include Bricktops in her article. She seemed excited when i gave her a flier. I guess her research going to cabaret like places in LA hasn't produced anything of note.
Dinner was incredible with beef, fish, noodles an amazing salad and Violette made an incredible chocolate french desert that was mind boggling. I love small intimate gatherings like this, and last night was perfect in oh so many ways.

Oh I forgot to write down that I went to see Los Super Elegantes on Thursday at the Echo Club Nayarit. I haven’t seen those kids play in forever. Of course I went too early and had to be subjected to two dead awful opening bands. One in particular was excrutiatingly annoying, with a lead singer with absolutely no charisma jumping around like he was Mick Jagger with some base player wearing dolphin shorts working every rock n roll cliché in the handbook. Talk about a groan.
It was all worth it though to get to see Marti and Milena’s new and improved band.. Talk about tight, tight and then tighter. They were tighter then my pussy. It was really magical. Allessandro Nivola was at the show. He is the handsome actor who was in Kenneth Branagh’s Loves Labour Lost and Laurel Canyon. He is also in the new gap ad campaign. He’s simply stunning. We chatted a bit and I gave him his due as an eternal beauty.
The rest of the crowd was made up of what is the new eastside. They are hard to describe. There were some cool people but most of them were clueless. I always forget why I’m so anti-social and don’t like going out, and then I am reminded.
Finally got to see Charlotte Rampling in Swimming Pool. Loved it. The young french actress Ludivine is simply ravishing with that voluptuous body of hers and those big fat bouncy titties. Ms. Rampling doesn’t look too scruffy either. She is a classic gorgeous woman. Her hairstyle was similar to the one she wears in the Boorman film Xardox.

Why is it always either feast or famina with me? I've had two TV shows contact me to play a drag queen with a heart of gold, the gay sitcom Will and Grace and some other show called The George Lopez Something or other. Why in the hell would i be interested in being on network television? I don't even own a TV.

I thought the drag queen craze was over anyway. They should contact Jackie Beat----she lives for that stuff.

Oh and it gets worse. My assistant emailed me that Ariana from index wants me to write something with Ron Athey with photos by Terry Richardson. Oh my gawd i can't believe they are going to use a photographer other then the girl that Peter Hailley is bonking, whats her name Letta, or Leta oh it doesn't matter. I'm not interested in working with Index anymore. Besides awful pay, i don't like being subject to the whims of some bougie famous 80s artist who looks like an even blander version of Bill Gates. OK

Saw that french film, "Confusion of Genders" it was very very French. The lead actor was sexy in that skinny Gallic way, even though he was way long on the tooth. It wasn't unbelievable that a young boy calf and a radiant pretty girl would have the hotsy totsy for him, as well as a power bitch wanting his designer baby. I liked the flick, but i'm a sucker for Gaul cinema.
Hung out at the Farmers Market and had a grand time checking out the big footed Tiva sandal clad tourista babes. What is it with those god damn Tiva's? Will someone tell me---quick!!!!
Went to Fubar to check out Jackie Beat's new show. Jackie has lost so much weight that i find her unrecognizeable as both a boy and a girl. I thought she looked amazing fat.
Met up with Lenny & Andrew from the Parlour plus Lenny's frat friend Mike and Scotland and Devin of Maurice's Little Bastard.
I haven't seen Jackie perform since she lived in New York and did an evening at Fez. Her act hasn't changed that much. She still does her amped versions of popular radio hits backed by what i think are kareoke tracks. Lady Bunny does a similar shtick. Jackie is best with her blurbs with the audience and just her traditional banter in a stand-up comic like mode. She is really funny and sharp, just like Bunny.
Her bit about putting other people down to lift one's self esteem was particularly choice.
If i was her i'd drop references to Cher and Madonna. Its just that they are such easy targets, but Jackie's gay audience are pretty mainstream and seem to only relate to subjects that are typical of an urban gay crowd, so it is appropriate for her to stick within that vein i guess.
Ms. Jackie is talented and she wants a mainstream career in the world of showbiz which i don't, but i'm not sure there is a place for her in that highly competitive field. Perhaps as a combination comedienne/character actor. Oh what do i know? She's so ambitious that i hate to see her get eaten up by that beast we know as Babylon the Great.
Fubar is an odd place. It use to be Rafters, a sawdust cruise bar that never had anyone inside. They've updated it nicely. And Bruce that black comedy/actor queen is the DJ. He also has been opening up for Margaret Cho.
After the show i went to Astro Burgers with the Bastard Boys and got a bite, and then we trotted back to my Walk of Fame flat. Devin had never been to LA so his eyes lit up at the Chinese Theatre hand prints and seeing all the hoopla that is Hollywood proper on a late sunday evening. The freaks were out that night.
Woke up early and took the boys to breaky at the Pantry. Really enjoying their company. Devin is nice and quiet and unassuming. Very low maintenance kid---i like that. Scotland is a dear, very bright and full of life. I generally like being alone, but having them spend the night and hanging out with them was a nice summer treat.
I really have to put some serious thought into my lady career. I've been having a blast at the Parlour doing Bricktops, but I'm not exactly thrilled with living in such a substandard manner in a tiny box of an apartment. Bill Silva the producer of Margaret Cho's tour said that i need to get myself out of the Ghetto, and that means my ghetto mentality, and perhaps staying in LA all these years is breaking my spirit and not helping me to grow.
My friends in Berlin want me to take advantage of these two artist in residencies that have come my way. One is for two years and provides me with housing and a small stipend and studio space and the other is for an undertermined time and is quite sumpteous in that I'm given housing in yucky posh West of Berlin, in a fancy apt with maid service and the like, and even a personal driver to chauffer me around. Plus tons of resources for creating great new work and also the opportunity to travel to other parts of europe and take specialized classes in print and lace making or ceramics in Italy or Norway with masters of the field and find new ways to incorporate this into my conceptual art projects. I really need to be someplace that takes care of me and i don' t have to worry about $money at all---just create, create, create
Lyle Ashton Harris had one of these artist in residency and so did Charles LeDray, and this would be the perfect thing to get me out of my funk, plus getting the sexual attentions of cute young boys never hurts.
I adore doing Bricktops, but it really is hard work for such a little payoff, and if i'm going to work THAT hard it should be for me ONLY and for my personal growth and ultimate fullfillment. I'm not getting any younger or cuter, and losing my home in Koreatown after all those years really took it toll on me, so much so that i still haven't been able to fully re-couperate from it. maybe the signs are pointing me in a new more profitable direction. We shall see.

Got this little enote from Kari Krome formerly of the Runaways who is living in New York these days. I love Ms. Kari she is an absolute hoot in a half.

anyways, after a very stressfull blackout weekend here in NYC, I was walking
down the street, and what do i see but this funny looking bird all jammed up
in a windowsill. some people are looking at it and its feathers are all
ruffled up and its beak is open and it doesnt look very happy. is it a baby
owl? a hawk? me being a sucker for animals, i reach in and scoop the little
beastie up and hold him tight. i get a dish cloth and we walk to the vets.
the vet wants nothing to do with it, there's electricity and no fluids so
they cant help me. we call the neighborhood bird lady and our cell phones
dont work cause theres still no power. now what do i do?
a woman comes up to me and announces that it is a peregrine falcon. so i
take it home and feed it hotdogs which i break up in lil pieces and shove
down her throat like i see mommy birds do and name the bird Frankie. so
Frankie is eating hotdogs that I put in its beak, and i give Frankie water
from an eyedropper and she sits on the window ledge which is open, but wont
fly away. she flies little distances and sits on her high perches in the
loft and bobs her head up and down when i come home. and generally is good
company. sometimes she makes high pitched "SQWUEEE" noises when she wants my
attention. yesterday when it rained she took a little bath on the ledge and
seemed to be very happy and alert as she cocked her head from side to side
as i talked to her.
i really want to keep her, but Im afraid she may need care that i cant give
her and may die. and she is a predatory bird, she may one day get larger and
eat my roommates cat.
so today i called the raptor society and am making arrangements for her, and
i am not happy in the least bit about it. i want her to stay with me as we
are becoming fast friends and now i know I will miss her.
i will email pictures later
kk
ps--a big rain has come and all the rotting grabage from the blackout is
stinking up the city.

Oh my sweet lordy locasta! Bricktops was more Bricktop then ever! Those wonderful Fishnet Floozys really know how to put on a lovesexy show, and bring in a great gaggle of hot humpy men. Plus my cute Mija who use to work for Rick Owens had his 22nd birthday party and carted in a truckload of silent screen sirens as we celebrated Christopher Isherwood with an "I Am A Camera Cabaret Party".
Cuddly Jewish thrombone Scotland Zeif came into town with with Maurice's Little Bastard, two juicemongrols from Olympia Washington. One is so sizzling he has an NBC TV executive as a suger daddina. They did a short piece where they stripped down and basically performed a live sex act. Cuochy Coo! The mostly hetero crowd loved it, because it just came out of nowhere. All the women were just howling with delight. Girls find male on male action very stimulating in the same way that hetero men fantasize about lesbianas.
Bricktops also attracts some odd celebrities. A Pamela Andersonless Kid Rock, was having a dandy old time and 80s hasbeen C Thomas Howell was macking with some girl and boy, and both of them looked just like Rae Dawn Chong. How did he manage that?
Miss Morgan Olsen made me a new sensational frock, complete with jewels and a tiara, which was perfect for my singing "Yo No Soy Puta, Soy Princessa" which really went over well with the rowdy audience.
I guess i'm going to have to wait till Mon or Tues before i hear about what other celebs came by.
Oh and a correction from last week. I said that Bibbe and Sean brought Ingrid Schichy of the Village Voice to Bricktops. Well they did, but she is not Adrian Brodys mom. Ingrid is a daughter of Bilitis. Adrian's mother is Sylvia Plathy who also works at the Voice, and her Oscar winning son escorted both women to the club, but of course i was drunk and got them all mixed up. My apologies for the confusion caused.
***I guess more people read my blog then i realized.

Saturday-Woke with just a small Bricktops hangover. The weather is still in the upper stratosphere, and its driving me crazy. Went to the tired Arc Light theatre connected to the Cinerama Dome and saw Pretty Dirty Things starring Audrey Tatou and a really cute Afrikan man. The movie is directed by Stephen Frears of my Beautiful Launderette fame and is pretty incredible. I recommend that you see it with someone whose kidney or liver you've paid for.
I especially enjoyed the sassy black hooker character and the Chinese coroner.
I've seen quite a few movies just to escape the heat. Went to the Sunset 5 and caughts Boys Shorts 57. I really wanted to see Swimming Pool with Charlotte Rampling, but i missed the first show and i didn't want to pay full price. Boys Shorts had two nice Ambercrombie pieces of eye candy in one of the vignettes, but in all it was very very TIRED. Oh did i also mention i went and saw American Pie Wedding. Of course AP is my guilty pleasure because of hot jewish ingenue Jason Biggs. He is adorable looking, but having observed him up close and personal on a flight from LA to NYC, I can tell you that he is a bit full of himself in that way young actors get when success hits them early. Lets hope he doesn't wind up all Day of the Locust.

Had a bunch of errands to run so then i wound up at the Parlour on Mario's Hot Dog night to pick up some posters. That cute Mulatto Mount Sims was DJ-ing. The music is soooo loud. I couldn't hear myself fart. Luckily the back room wasn't open yet so Lenny and his Frat Bros Mike from Purdue and i got to escape in the Boydello Lounge.
I really like Mike, so much so i lost track of the time deep in conversation was I. Talking to him reminded me that I've always enjoyed my time in the mid west and found that midwesterners and middle America in general isn't always as conservative as you would think.

I've actually had some of my wildest sex bouts in the mid west. Don't let me get started about those hot ginger twins who ditched their girlfriends for a hot buttered threegy with me. I'm such a bad influence on young white impressionable white boys. I can't believe i made brothers commit homosexual insest just to satisfy my perverted, hedonistic pleasure. Well it wasn't like i put a Ms. 45 to their head. Ha ha ha. Oh I'm a very naughty girl and i will be punished severely for my transgressions.

This week has been tragically hot and sticky. I cannot function well in this kind of weather, so of course i am now worthless to the world.
I'm also unable to sleep. i'm a menace to polite society, and one cranky bitchina. So beware my wrath during the summer months. I can't be held accountable for my actions because I am certifiably insane.

Had to escape the heat by going to Venice Beach. I don't care for the westside and Venice in particular. Its very ugly---hippy dippy style and i really have no patience for it. But the temp was at least 20 degrees cooler so i found solace by watching the self-absorbed frolic on the boardwalk. Venice is filled with every cliche of Southern California---you'd think it was a parody. I thought i was deluded, but the folks in Venice take delusion to new heighty heights.
I especially loved watching this dark skin muscle man do what looked like a form a tai chi with a hack-n-sack ball. He really took himself seriously. What he should have been doing is pimping himself out to the highest bidder. I'd pay him some good money to run my hands all over that honey baked body. I couldn't tell if he was black or latin. Maybe he was some sort of blatino. He had straightish black shiny/wavy hair. His eyes spoke volumes ---that he was basically insane. There was also the honorary mayor of Venice, the towel head man in white playing electric guitar badly. After all the many decades he's been annoying people on the beach you'd think he would have learned a different riff or improved somewhat. But he's been cranking out the same groove since the late 1970s. At least he hasn't aged since then.

I was disapointed that there was no one at Muscle Beach showing off their steroid bodies. There weren't even that many jubas basketball players. Well it was during the work week, and the majority of the crowd was Euro tourists, with their nice pale skin always wearing dark socks or stylish sandles.

Lots of gorgeous young surferkins----of course I'm always invisible to surfers, so cruising them is out of the question. Actually cruising anyone in Venice does you know good, they are far too into themselves to notice.

I sure did get a kick oogling this big black jubas jubilee who sells homemade insense or something like that. His body is one mass of coiled muscle and he is shiny blue black and quite handsome, even though he has thyroid eyes.

I wasn't the only one escaping the inland heat. Every homeless person was also joining the crush. The bus was stinking of them. Thank god the air conditioner was cranked to the maximum. I got to see my favorite homeless tranny who is always wearing high high heels, no matter what. It was like i was stalking her, because later in the evening i ran into her in Weho. Her normal hang is the Beverly Connection where she sits and displays herself right next to the bookstore across from the Starchucks.

Thursday-Daddy Athey took me and his houseguest Phillipe of Montepillier's Chignon Dynasty down to Laguna Beach. Thank god he could find the Gay section. I've never been able to locate it on my own. The Homer Sexual part of 'guna beach is about three miles from the Boom Boom Room once you pass the Albertson's supermarket and across from a Fish Evil taco stand.

There wasn't many people out so we pretty much had the place to ourselves. There were a few 70 lbs raisin titty cha-cha's frolicking, and bumping bush, but only one really hot couple giving each other a romantic frottage in full display of the envious mass of hornpigs, and a lifeguard who seemed thoroughly disgusted by their antics. Where is Sulka when you need her?

Some corporate shmuck who just got laid off was trying to have a hen party with us, i chatted with him and his double D bitch tits for a bit. He was macking on some teenage boy sunning himself with his parents. Of course the kid's folks had no clue they were on Porno beach. The kid who was no older then 15 definately knew, and probably thought himself clever in fooling his parents to take him. He was a cute child, and you could tell that when he turns 18 he'll blossom into a hunky young man.
We had to leave the sands early so we could have a SeaBreeze and Thong cocktail party in honour of M. Phillipe and the artist Marina Rosenfeld, who is now married to a bright young Israeli boy with big hands, big feet and even bigger peni. Her young husband was adorable, and so my type of Hava Nagila.

I wanted to play with his giant nose including mickey mucose and snot. Don't try to understand my odd fetishes.

The cocktail party was scintillating and just the perfect way to end a perfect day. Phillip brought some homemade Frogois and South of France Salami that was delish. I adore Lord Phillip, he's so easygoing and charming with a sexy deep voice and the warmest blue eyes i've seen in ages. He and Crepe Suzette would be perfect for each other. A gorgeous woman like the Crepe, needs to get some from a sophisticated, handsome, well endowed French man who also happens to be European nobility.

As usual Daddy was the perfect host and it was lovely seeing writer Lisa T, her hot big dicked beau Daniel, David of 11 Harrow House, Cyril and Karine of Solano Canyon.
Impromptu parties at the last minute can sometimes be the best.

was looking in the Times Magazine and there was an article by Michele Green who use to be on the 80s TV show LA LAW. Michele went to Fairyfax high school with Fertile La Toyah Jackson and was in their Theatre Arts Program. I saw many a play with Michele as the lead. I think she starred in The Princess and the Pea, and Guys and Dolls opposite Timothy Hutton who was also in their graduating class along with Anthony and Flea of the Red Hot Chili Peppers and that ugly black TV commentator Byron Allen whose real name is Byron Fulkes.
Also there was a garden article showing the Home of Ann Field and her fugly husband Clive Percy. Ann was the stuck-up English designer of Michele Lamy's, Lamy Body line back in the 80s and she also taught at Otis. I never liked her. Of course she has a nice home in Aunt Monica with a yard full of succulents. It just figures that she lives the good life near the beach, while i live in a box.
Last week the Times profiled Nick Taggert and his wife. Nick use to go out with Michi of I Love Ricky. Gawd just live long enough and you'll know everyone being profiled in a magazine.
Speaking of I Love Ricky. Ran into Ricky Castro at lunchtime on Hollywood Blvd Friday. He looks good nice and healthy and chunky but funky. We had a nice pleasant conversation. He said i hadn't changed at all, thats the pot calling the kettle black. Ricky is still the same Ricky. it was great seeing him, we have such a history together. Funny that we never run into each other on the street anymore though we live less then a mile apart now. Well maybe thats for the better.

Bricktops was overflowing with love on Friday. Kitten on the Keys, from San Francisco performed, and she is just the best, so sweet and personable. And she looks just like Clara Bow who we were saluting in true It Girl style. Of course i got drunk and forgot about the It Girl Contest. I'll do it this Friday for Cabaret Nite.
It was wonderful having LA Weekly film editor Ron Stringer hosting a Clara Bow screening room in the boydello back room. Ron is very knowledgeable about everything, so of course it was a delight to have him and his date Melissa Faust in the house. Melissa is just an adorable cutiepie.
Little Jorge was my bathtub gin baby and he is so nice and tiny that he fit perfectly in the tub. Oh and Shannon of the Montrose Hills also performed a rap tap number that had everyone shrieking with delight. Justin Bartha that kid who stars with JLo and Ben "DickPig" Affleck in that sad new movie Gigli was falling head over heals for pretty Shannon. I was also introduced to some handsome writer named Joshua Furst and this gorgeous hunky aussie thespian named Julian McMahon who is on some TV show called Nip/Tuck that must be about plastic surgery. Darren Stein, the Jawbreaker director who has this new movie that is making the festival circuit and getting raves was also running about with a hot well endowed Brazilian and some equally stacked latinos. That Darren is everything i like in a Jewish man. I'd sure like to eat his hole out. I'd spend hours just slobbering and decorating it in love. The rock star quotient was Sune Rose Wagner and Sharrin Foo of Denmark's Raveonettes. i love scandanavians.
I should get the lo down on everyone else who was there by Monday or Tuesday. I need to wear my glasses so i can recognize people.
The heat wave continues. Its very unpleasant. Went to the tired Arclight to escape the heat and saw the film Le Divorce with Kate Hudson. It was a nice cute diversion. Nothing deep. Some attractive young french boys. one in particular i remember coming to Bricktops a few weeks ago. He's hotter in person then he photographs. i don't remember his name.
Crepe Suzette organized a bunch of us going to The Hollywood Forever Cemetary screening of the Spiral Staircase starring Dorothy McGuire and a dagger doodle Ethel Barrymore. What an event. Saw so many people i knew like Bryan Rabin and Seven McDonald, plus lots of hot hunky boys. It was wonderful being amidst the corpses and tomb stones. Daddy Athey made delicious steak and chicken sandwiches. I felt stupid forgetting to bring some vino.
Lots of cute boys abounded. Some of the boys were a little too precious, but that didn't matter. Our group included Dave Harrow who i just collaborated on a music project that will soon be released in England and Cyril and Karen and Jim of Animal Charm, the great Udo Kier and some Palm Springs mid century furniture couple consisting of a cute young latino and an older ginger headed ex Catalina Video Porno star. Oh the life i lead.
Afterwards me and Daddykins Athey stayed up to past midnight chit chatting and gossiping, then i left and was walking down Sanborn Hill to Sunset to take the autobus back home when i got cruised and picked up by some little funny looking man from New York who was renting a $1500 one bedroom apartment. I think he was scared of me, so he didn't invite me inside but took me to the rooftop which was better because it was still very warm and it was exciting getting off in the cool night air. This dimunitive man was nothing to write home to grandma about, but i was hornpiggy and he basically serviced "The Doll" so a fun time was had by this ladykins, though it took forever to get home by bus. Ran into little Brian Baltin trolling Le Barcito for drunken tricks to molest. Sweet thing.

Got this note from Professor Jennifer Doyle who is still in the South of France. She won't be back till September. god bless her.

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Hey sweetie,

your weekly run-downs of bricktops are the only thing that make me
wish i was home!

next time you see one of the hansen boys, pass on my number. i need
a skinny floppy haired husband for when i get back.

i'm staying here longer - it's good for my work, i'm making steady
progress and so, alas, won't return to LA until sept. 11th.

but god knows when i do get back i'm going to be down for any
adventure we can dream up!

so, who's been dj'ing in my absence? how is it going at bricktops?
I hate that i missed the I VANT TO BE ALONE night.

Not much to report here -

It's of course the big heat wave - so nobody has any clothes on.

I'm still having the affair with uncle (which is really, technically
an affair since he never broke up with girlfirend - he lied about his
status knowing I'd never knowingly go to bed with an
as-good-as-married man!).

But when I got back from venice he was apparently so torn up with
guilt about lying to dear ole me that he fessed up. He was sure, I
guess, that I'd cry or get angry something. But of course I laughed
- having just come off my night of venitian debauchery I hardly cared
whether or not he was attached.

But it freed me up a bit to enjoy other side projects without guilt
(Luderic, from Lyon, who I played with one afternoon - nothing great
to report there, really).

Honestly, I've been withdrawing a bit of late, though, focusing on
work and a friend who is visiting.

Plus, a real scene was emerging on the street in front of my house
here - with every horny boy in town knocking on my door, leaving me
presents, trying to coax me out of the house. I think I'm the only
single woman over 15 within a day's drive.

The only promise I made to myself is to go for the 20 year old Johan
whom I've long adored - just once before I leave just to see what
might happen. I want to deflower him.

So, that's all - please report on life there...

Missing you as always,

xxoo

Jennifer