Bricktops how you always keep me surprised and amused. Friday was our salute to Ramon Novarro the silent screen faggot who got killed by two hustlers in 1968 that stuffed a marble dildo statue up his bungholia.

Lots of visiting dignataries paying their respects, including Bob Nickas, the founding editor of NYC’s Index Magazine and now a senior editor at ArtForum. It was great seeing Bob----he is the ultimate campus cut-up and looked wonderful. Also from NYC the legendary bearded lady Jennifer Miller, came with juicy mulatto Malik Gaines(son of artist Charles Gaines) and his boyfriend Alex of My Barbarian.

Turning every homo’s head was the humpy Brazilian sit-up champion Edmar Freitas whose ab-normal 16-pack could easily be seen through his heavy carbolt knit sweater. Well you’d look that good too if you could do 133,986 crunches in 30 hours. Why he came to Bricktops was a mystery, though he looked like he was still having a good time. Oh welp

Cutesy Cubano/Judean art gallery owner Javiar Peres of the edgy hedgy Chinatown Peres Projects brought a bevy of artists in tow. Javiar represents Bruce La Bruce, Asian PunkBoy and others in Los Angeles, and was surrounded by LA art tots Jeff Ono and Dean Shashima. Looking radiant was Abby Travis of Elastica fame with the members of the Jewish rap/polka group Gefelte Fuck!

Director Darren Stein came with a glamour posse while chit chatting with jewelry designer Europa, everyone’s favorite flapper Shauna Leone who I predict is going to become the breakthrough star of the Bricktops scene. Bibbe Hansen was with film editing hubby Sean Carrillo. Bibbe will be performing for our "Love Me or Leave Me, Ruth Etting Night" on January 30th which is also her birthday. So mark it in your calenderia—this is going to be a rare opportunity to see the woman who gave birth to Beck performing.

And was that Stephan Wathne of the famous Wathne’s of Reykjavik, Iceland at the bar humping Louis Garris, the incredibly beautiful young french boy who stars in Bernardo Bertolucci’s new film about a kinky pair of twins called The Dreamers.

Mr. Uncertains’s jazz punk combo Uncertain which features two very lovely young men,
Kenneth Thunder and Cid Arthur, performed to riotous affect. And Mr. Uncertain did a great job accompanying me as we sang a little sick tribute to Michael Jackson that went something like this:

Michael Jacko / Jacko Mike-O Now, child--- what have you done? Tell Miss Bricktops what have you done?
I still believe in you----but tell me what have you done?

Well you get the gist. On a sad note, Gene Anthony Ray who played the bootylicious LeRoy in the 1979 movie Fame and also the 80s TV show died of complications of Mrs. AIDS. I remember Gene dancing the night away with his dancer pals at Rage on Mondays in the mid 80s.

Why is it that dancers have such an off style sense? They have great bodies, but always wear the ill-est outfits.

Oh I finally saw that Israeli movie Yossi and Jagger. I’ve always been a staunch admirer of Israeli soldiers, so this movie was a nice treat, though it needed to show more skin.

ran into Iris Parker of Madame X on Sunset Plaza. She was with the great Bernadette Cooper of Klymaxx fame. Hot hot hot.
Finally saw Gus' "Elephant" Geniustrata if i do say so myself. Those cute boys in the film, photographed with slavish love. The best movie to really get what its actually like in high school. 14 stars for Gus "Michael Jackson" Van Sant

Another little note from my famous movie directrice friend Miss Judy LaBruce:

oh oh tell me more javier stories. i know he's been pulling threegies
with st'eve and glen. but twat else? Hollywood is so over. i go to
pottsdamer platypus here to see the unsubtitled english movies when i
get an afternoon off, so i went to see matrix 3 and the italian hand
job. they're both so very bad in different ways. talk about casually
fascist. godard said it about klute, but these movies make klute look
like king: from montgomery to memphis. i also feel myself slowly
withdrawing from everything, but it's okay. we'll know when to insert
ourselves when the time is right. xxx blab

had a meeting with cute mu-latto Malik of My Barbarian who is curating this LA City Colored People art show at the Luckman Gallery and Folk and Craft Museum on Wilshire across from LACMA. I guess i'm going to have some of my lost lady paintings in the show. Malik is so cute and tasty. He should become a movie actor. I bet his little tight ass would make a nice garden salad---hold the oil and vinegrette.
had a million errands to run. thank god the tired trains and busses are back running. Decided to treat myself to a movie. Saw charles Busche's "Die, Mommy Die" Very cute, though Charles is getting a little too long on the tooth to play an aging Susan Hayward, not that Susan & Co didn't look like a man in the 60s but Charles has a masculine face and some of those close-ups were not that flattering to him though he is a very good actor and that mainstream showbiz kind of way. I adored Natasha Lyonne and Jason Priestly who actually does have a very large penis. And that new kind who played the gay son, what a cute pale skinned body he possessed----yum and the two hunks who do a full frontal. The camera should have lingered. Also for the heck saw the last Matrixie flick. Dullardsville. The last one was bad, but at least there was the lesbian heart fisting scene, and in this one instead of the awful crusty rave they substituted a misguided salute to Club Fuck, wasting Monica Belluci and the movie goers time.

A little emug from my favorite sister of the clothe, the first lady of Canadian Canamultra, the divine Bruce La Bruce who is in Berlin finishing up her latest film opus:

Hi Mulina: indispensable, as usual. what's up with Castrato (Bruce's nemesis Ricky Castro) these days
anyhow? is he still living off his six figure settlement courtesy of the
city of Los An? Still practicing voodoo? still grifting? just curious
george. i had a nice dinner at a punk italian pizza restaurant here in
berlin the other night with susanne and mark and daniel. it was quite
civilized. just finishing up my movie here. we're reshooting the last
scene on saturday and enlisting a real live baby. i hope it's sunny. the
day, not the baby. berlin can be quite overbearing this time of year.
when she wants to be overcast and dour and brooding, she really does it
like no other. i'm currently being shuffled like the dailies between
friends' apartments, so it's a little tedious. i shouldn't complain
because they're all excellent hosts and i have my own room and what not,
which is about the size of my apartment in toronto. i think i may come
to LA for new years or shortly thereafter. is there a bricky around new
years? i have a photo exhib in dallas on around the 9th of jan, so i
thought i'd come down early. ron mentioned something about a party at
udoze in palm springs. i'm off to stockholm in a few weeks for an
ill-advised appearance at some festival called shame. don't really need
to see stockholm, but i do have a follwing there and i need the bread.
ok doll write when you have the time. xxx blab

Got this emug from the gorgeously hunky and talented stud of all studs Brian Grillo formerly of Extra Fancy and Lock-Up. His day job is house painter to the stars, and he has so many wonderful stories about his experiences that he must put them together in a book. I have to share his latest note:

I'll tell you ,sometimes I hate being a house painter but it does have it's classic Hollywad Glamour shot picture postcard moments!Like the Billionaire German CEO and his ex hustler/live in lover who could afford
to hire his own hustlers to fist him every time daddy left town.Quote:"being fisted keeps me sober".They had this old hard as nails German maid that would drive up from Lomita reeking of alcohol, and the day after she found a bag of dildos in thier closet, I caught her gulping down a bottle of thier vintage wine in the
laundry room.She didnt last long.The next maid was a quiet Swedish girl whom they left in charge of the house while they were out of town attending to thier N.Y C.loft.They suprized her by coming home early to a huge party with broken bottles,vomit,and a couple
going at it in their bed.The landscaper was this sexy studly cutie excpt they found out after giving him 2000 dollars to buy plants for thier carp pond,and him coming back with one scraggly moss like plant,that he had a crystal meth problem.My Boss was so mad that he
pushed him in the pond.And then the time that they let me watch the house for the weekend and I made the mistake of bringing Susan Tyrell over....If you spill beer on a vintage persian carpet you can never get the smell out...moving the chair over the spot didn't work
and I was let go soon after...LOVE IT!! I loved
when Janet Charleton (ex columnist with The Star Tabloid) would rent out her house for video shoots and the producers would keep her baracaded at the far end of her house where she was unable to talk to the
stars...that must have been tough
***
been a little down in the depths of the 90th floor with some congestion that hit me out of nowhere. Last week I was at Hector’s lovely little Day of the Dead gathering---a very sweet party indeed. Loved meeting Hector’s baby brother who is quite the scholar and his fiance and cuddly pals. My handsome manly escorts were Dan Peiera and Cesar Vega.

Didn’t get much work finished this week other then meeting the Alpert Award deadline. That was my number one priority. Did manage to catch the flick Shattered Glass with Star Wars hottie Hayden Christianson and Chloe Sevigny. Hayden doesn’t know it yet, but he’s my new husband. I’m already preggers with his mongoloid child. Ms. Shattered Glass is a petula of a movie. I give it the Vagimulic re-commend. Its about that writer with the New Republic Magazine that faked all his stories. Like that is something unusual. Please. All of journalism these days is just entertainment fiction.
An unusual storm came this week that dropped snow in Watts of all places. I was so out of it I missed a great vegan dinner party thrown by the talented and lovely Professor Jennifer Doyle.

Edgar Bronfman Jr. Has come back into my life. I’ve known him since the 1980s, and we’ve shared a curious dinge queen/hava nagila queen fascination with each other. Oh get your mind out of the gutterdam. We’ve never had sex---if thats what you’re thinking. Our relationship is more complicated then that. Bronf, as i call him, must be almost 50 years old now. The last time I saw him, he looked really young still. How he keeps from aging is the biggest secret in Christendom.

Bricktops Friday was extremely charming. Nice crowd of kids and the performance by Creekbird of Montreal was utterly panublial. Creekbird really went way out in utilizing the Charlie Chaplin, Little Tramp theme. He and his back up musicians were all done up as Mack Sennett’s Keystone Kops! Truelly brilliant, as the English say. I adore Creekbirds visual flair and performance art sensibilities. He is an underated treasure. Mr. Uncertain also shined with a nifty rendition of the standard "Lady Be Good" sung in a rapper’s bragaoccio style. Later Mr Uncertain accompanied me on the Bricktop theme song which was all about being insane and bipolar.
A lot of the audience could definitely relate to that. Every week i change the theme song a bit. Then I sang another one of my originals, "Small Whyte House" that I mixed with "Before the Parade Passes By"

The festive crowd included good time party artists Tulsa Kinny with Gordy Grundy, musicians musician Kid Congo Powers(Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds) with Chloe Sevigny, Jeremy Sisto and pretend recluse and writer JT LeRoy. I don’t know about you, but I’m a little OVAH JT’s celebrity grifting.
The hottest couple of the night was high yeller male ingenue Wentworth Miller(Human Stain)
and his date,the pretty Julia Stiles. That Wentworth is one sexyline Octaroon----yummy!
Juicy movie costumer Crepe Suzette Mathelson(Honey) came with director Richard Kelly(Donnie Darko) and everyone’s favorite Tipsyist Gwen Turner (The L Word) was lip locked to gorgeous actress Tara Subkoff. I'm not one to gossip so you didn't hear that from me.

Bricktops was beyond insane Friday. Puke everywhere, shelves behind the bar breaking, toilets overrunning, a missing bartender. Add legends Tommy Gear (The Screamers) and Mickey Cottrell with a high maitenance, snotty, heiress to a family fortune in the handsome form of Cody Franchetti, shamelessly throwing himself on rugged British actor Daniel Craig who plays poet Ted Hughes in the new movie Sylvia and if that isn't enough a young talkative ginger headed ingenue Tom Guiry(Black Hawk Down/Mystic River) who talked my ear off about his 4 year old son. What is a 23 year doing with a child? He needs to be spending all his time in bed with me.
The Fishnet Floozy’s made a jubilant return to our humble stage and really wowed the crowd, staying very true to the 10 cents a dance theme. Somehow I let myself get talked into having an after party for the movie Venus Boyz, which I did think would be cute, but the movies star Dred also wanted to perform, and I really don’t like having two guest stars in one evening. Its more than I can handle, plus the bar owner doesn’t like the club to be performance centered. My main thing when starting Bricktops was I just wanted to create an environment that didn’t rely on either dancing, or performers----just a cool place to hang and be with friends to drink. I have to remind myself to listen to those red flaggs when they are hoisted, and not do things just to be accomodating, I always wind up regretting it.

Craig Lee’s mother Joanna Lee died. She had once been an actress and was in the movie Plan 9 From Outer Space. She also produced, wrote and directed for TV in the 60-80’s. She was a really nice lady. Her son Craig Lee, died in 1992 of Mrs. AIDS. Craig was the music editor for the LA Weekly, and also was in the famed punk band The Bags, with my best girlfriend Alice Bag.
CZ Guest died the other day. She was the famed New York socialite and mother of my ex-pal Cornelia, who I don’t really talk to anymore. We didn't have a falling out, its just that some people are only in your life for a Man-hattan Minute and then you move on to others.
I love those grand old rich ladies, they are always sweet to artist types like myself. CZ Guest came from that tradition. Rich people these days are boring, but CZ Guest was part of that ilk of rich society dames who supported the arts and had parties for artists and would take you to dinner and lavish you with presents and attention, just because it was what should be done which is the role of the wealthy that these awful movie riche people don’t ahere to. Amen. Can i get a testified witness to the prosecution?

delighted to receive an emug from the sexy and talented Daniela Romana who is living in Berlin as a hot expatriate. Daniela has such a large penis that when he fucks his lovers, it sends them to the emergency ward. Here is his letter so that you can enjoy

My dearest,
I have been so remiss in passing on the good gossip from the Vaterland,
that I hear Marcu has occasionally filled in the gaps (as it were). And
it's a good thing too. It seems that a certain libidinally challenged
hustler chaser (who shall remain nameless) was searching the internet for
his own name (make that an egomaniacal libidinally challenged...etc.) and
came across a reference to himself and his pathetic attempts at die grosse
Kunst on the certain website of a certian Dr. Ms. Vaginal Davis, in the
form of an e-mail from our very own Marcita Pepita. Well, I won't go into
the details (they're too tiresome) but suffice it to say that your web site
got a lot of new readers and Christine will never speak to Marcu again. But
this all happened several weeks ago, so let's move onto something more
current affairs-ish.

Susanne continues to be the terrorist queen of the underground here in
Berlin. A couple of hot lesbolicious friends of ours asked her to do some
performances at a dyke club here in Mitte. So, among other things, Susanne
has decided to have a swing built in the club and ride back and forth on it
in a short flimsy dress while a couple of audience members hold fans aimed
at her pussy. While this is going on, she'll be singing the old Zara
Leander classic "Der Wind hat mir ein Lied erzahlt" (The wind told me a
song) accompanied by me, of course. They've also asked her to do a command
repeat performance of her by-now classic "Morning Train", in which she
sings the Shena Easton hit in front of a projected film of her fucking
Marcie up the ass with a big black strap-on. The crowd always eats that one
up.

Bruce is coming next week to finish the cutting of Raspberry Reich. All of
Germany seems to be in a tizzy about the RAF right now, because of a
proposed exhibition about them. This atmosphere of scandal, of course,
couldn't be better publicity for the premiere in February at the Berlin
Flim Festival. They've rounded up a group of German actors to dub the
dialogue because the porn stars sound so stupid when they talk. One of the
dubbers will be our very own Ivan (who has since reclaimed his birth name
of Dragan, which is at any rate much, much sexier). That hot Serbian accent
should be just the trick. They also asked my gorgeous ex-boyfriend Achmed,
but girlfriend has issues. I mean, he's not as fucked up about sex as Rene
is, but you know.

All right, my dear. I simply have to do this more often, because when I
wait so long, there's too much to tell. I have to go now and meet with
Susanne. This swanky art magazine here, seeking to capitalize on her sexy
status, has asked her to contribute something to their 'love' issue.
Susanne, who's terrified of writing, said, "Only if it can be a
collaboration with my boyfriend's boyfriend." So Susanne and I are writing
about love. And we should know.

Speaking of which, love and more love to you.
Nancy

Guess what? Porn star Jeff Palmer lives next door to me. What a discovery. I had noticed for many months that a very muscular fellow lived across the hall, but I had never gotten a good look at him until the other day and he’s the notorious bare backing renegade whose hilarious blog has to be read to be believed. He also nurses a rock n roll career as some kind of singer, his music is very unusual. I wouldn’t say its downright bad, but its not good either. A few weeks ago Mr. Palmer got into a very loud cat fight with his next door neighbor, a nicely built Ethiopian who shares a wall with him and also works at the corner liquor store. What a nutty building I live in. Palmer is from Argentina and it was a hoot hearing him and the Ethiopian carrying on in their broken English. I think the fight had a testostoran Roid Rage sexual tinge to it. Both of them were in each others faces wearing very little.

Oh it just occured to me that homo relationships are really tepid. Adam Hervey of Timonium fame was going out for a long time with this little Filipino named Mario who was crazy for Adam’s big white penis and would do ANYTHING to please him. He was basically supporting Adam and paying for his Pehr Record Label. I had the feeling Adam was taking advantage of him and just using him. I find out my suspicions were correct. The poor Flip got cancer and Adam immediately bailed on him at his worst hour. Ran into Adam with the true love of his life the gorgeous Adam Garcia who moved down here from the Bay Area to be with his rightfully wedded husband. I hope the two Adams are experiencing bliss.

Went back to Redcat to see the premiere of the Kyoto art collective Dumb Type’s second piece "Voyage." It wasn’t as vicerally realized as MemoRandum which is saw last week. The vignettes this time around were too disjointed and didn’t connect, but there were some striking moments. Well you’d have striking too if you had the budget they obviously work with. The Japa who replaced Takoa who is off doing his solo show in India was really young with a rock hard tight body. I’d sure like to snuggle in that piece of sticky rice.

oh my personal gob! They are making a stage musical about the lives of The
Shaggs. The Shaggs are one of my favorite bands. They are three ill girls from New Hampshire whose nutters father made them into this tatty rock band in the late 1960s. Their album, "Philosophy of the World" is pure geniustrata if I do say so myself. When I was doing the club Café Hag, Amoeba Records and Filmworks honcho Keith Holland, his lover Quasi and my Afro Sister Clitoris Turner aka: Mark Maxwell performed as The Shaggs and were a big hit. I’ve been into The Shaggs since around 1980, so its weird to see that they are becoming known in a more mainstream context. Well if John Waters can have a hit Broadway musical based on one of his movies, then anything is possible. Hey, maybe !Cholita! the Broadway musical is next, eh?

All Hallow’s Eve was a roaring hoot. I was really worried since the competition was very stiff. But the rainstorm proved to be a blessing with all the WeHo Carnivale people needing to escape the elements---QUICK, so they all came to Bricktops. Nora of the Centimeters had called with car trouble, so I didn’t think she was going to make it out to perform, but she showed up on time and everything turned out swell. Lots O’ visiting artists came by the club including the entire cast and crew of Dumb Type. Who are performing at the Frank Gehry Walt Disney Music Hall experimental stage called REDCAT. I just love that sexy Takao Kawaguchi and the other girls in the cast including Vivian Wu from the Peter Greenway film The Pillow Book. Also Mark Murphy the executive director of the space came with his cute bubble butt boy posse. Spanish performance art diva Maria La Ribot and her entourage made an appearance, along with the art collective C-Level of Chinatown, the delightful Creekbird who helped Pirate Jenny do Nora’s sound(Creekbird does a return engagement to Bricktops on November 14th), ex-skater boi Jason Lee now an almost famous movie star. Jason lives in Koreatown on Wilshire Blvd at the gorgeous Talmadge Apartment Building across from the Gaylord. I wonder if he is still married to that pretty wife. He sure wasn’t acting like he’s married. I’m not one to gossip so you didn’t hear it from me but he seemed mighty cozy with this lovely French lass named Emmanuelle Vaugier. I’m not going to say another word. Friday sure was a night of art collectives. Heather and her Toxic Titties gang were really ruling the roost. Bibbe Hansen and her young husband Sean Carrillo wore the most intriguing costumes as Amelia Airheart and Charles Lindburgh. Oh and don’t let me forget that Cyril of Switzerland was my special guest guardian of the gate, and everyone was falling in love with him including Security boy Richard, who is always so non plus about everything. Friday was the first time I’ve ever seen Richard that giddy.

What a week of cultural events it has been, not to mention the fire in the sky over xerbia burning to a paltry pulp. I wind up back at the Disnal Hall, but the other side of the building that houses Redcap, its experimental small theatre. My companions of the evening being Daddy Athey and the great Udo Kier. Udo had me rollicking in the small cab of Daddy’s truck before getting to the place. He was all awash about his black lover cooking collard greens that were too salty and then he just went on a southern fried rant about Alabama. Pure geniustra. I love that Udo.
Redcap is lovely and designy, the artistic director is sweet Mark Murphy from Seattle’s On the Boards. Making its LA premiere was Dumb Type, the Beta-zed media collective from Kyoto, Japan. Their piece "Memorandum" was a sensory tanumbra. High tech as high tex as a rose is a rose. Staccata insta-kallations, boola boo video pampasipities, computer jizztra and Liza with a Ripongi Z.
The after party sizzled. I drank a million glasses of champagne and the food was tasty. The groups choreo/demographer Takao Kawaguchi is so sizzling sexy I wound up removing most of his clothes to the utter shock of the Cal Arts/Dizney matronas. Ron, Udo and I basically commondeered the party, which is our usual habit. Takao is the ex boyfriend of the great John Storey late of Rae Kawakuba and Comme des Garcon. John lived and worked in Japan for almost 20 years and use to write about Japanese designers for Dutch Magazine. Now John lives in Paris and is the right hand man for Christophe Lemaire and LeCoste. Takao also knows Doug Gorden who use to be the art director for Tokyo Journal. Doug had raved about Takao’s beauty for centuries, but seeing it dead center and personal is the ultimate dreama-dream. The girls in the collective are a hoot as well. Very sexily dementriad. One of the girls Vivian Wu was in that Peter Greenway film The Pillow Book where she got to straddle Ewan McGregor and his large willis. Lucky lady.
Did I mention that I want a membrane screen for my next piece. Every girl should have one.
And last night I go to Highways, someplace I never venture to. Well, can you blame me? Its in Aunt Monica and that late 80s identity politics scene is well, need I even say it?
Danielle Brazell scored a coup in bringing to LA for the first time the Madrid diva Maria La Ribot. Her performance piece was very inspirational. She is so aristrocratic, and that gorgeous face, those eyes, that statue that is her body, the lovely coloring, those expressions and that sultry voice which she uses so sparingly, that when you do hear its rhythms you’re bowled over. Wowina!!!
I hope the Dumb Type gang and La Ribot posse can make it to Bricktops. We’ll just have our own private shindy.

took a wee time off from my writing deadlines to attend a delicious brunch at Professor Jennifer Doyle's. Magnificent food, and lovely autumn floral arrangements. That Dr Doyle is one incredible gourmand. My escorts were Daniel Peiera and Cesar Vega two young saucy latino sex bucks with big thick dangerous uncut pingas. The Toxic Titties were in attendance and charming everyone as usual with their art crazed antics. The TT's are certainly the new breed that i love. Well someones gotta take the place of us old gals who are long on the proverbial tooth.

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.