PLUMKIN PARK
Cute New York Times photographer Jamie Rector took my picture riding my bike on Hollywood Blvd near my apartment. I hope they use the shots of me under the Music Box Theatre Marquee which read something like: Hollywood's Most Talented Women Awards what a hoot that would be.
Met with style editor Guy Trebay of the New York Times at Andrew of Gould's compound. Andrew cooked some snax and a bunch of the cute kids came by for a little pre-Bricky boozecanning. I adore that Markie Mag and his Suburbia Stable of bubble butt boys. He brought along some fine specimens: Matt, Jovin and Spense. Spense is going to be my bathtub gin baby-sweet. Immanuel Martin de la Felaise is back from Japan and is wearing an authentic dough boy uniform from the war to end all wars. He also has his 20s typewriter, chair and table where he will do the installation "Letters from an Unknown Soldier" Our special musical guests will be Robbie D and Squeeky Blonde aka: Tony performing a selection from their Telekensis show.
Cuddly crowd came to the club this friday including that sultry mulatto son of Edgar Bronfman Jr. named Ben Brewer who kept staring at me like he didn't believe i existed. Well i do Blanche, i do. This Brewer kid looks like a younger version of Lenny Kravitz. He has this band called The Exit that have been getting a lot of notice. I noticed his cute piece of snow bandmate named Jeff DaRosa. I'd like to munch on his darosa. The lovely designer of my 20s frocks Miss Morgan Olsen came by with her pretty beau. Its going to be fun having her hanging out at the club now that she's graduated from Otis Parson.
Saturday i spend with Immanuel. Was supposed to take Guy Trebay on a Ms Davis style bike tour, buts its way too hot for that. Sunday Guy comes by the studio and we have a lovely chat that goes on for hours, but seems like minutes. Is always a pleasure being around a great mind.
Tuesday in Belgium and Jeffreyland Hilbert takes me shopping for a new desk for the studio. That Jeffreyland he always comes to my lady rescue. I'm so delighted to report that my studio has a radiant fresh new look. Its a wonder what a new piece of furniture can do. I am one happy clam.
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Thursday, May 13, 2004
GOJIRA
Saw that little movie masterpiece The Mudge Boy starring an amazing Emile Hirsch and juicemonger Thomas Guiry. Wow! The swelling desire between these two lads is exhilerating, and when its unleased in the brutal, giddy abandon of forcefull sodomy, whew. . .its all in the eyes and the two young actors sure have appealing hairy eyeballs.
The only sour note is that i had to take the autobus all the way to tired West LA to see this film.
FIERY SPORTS SIP
Now i know nothing about sports, but i have some sports insiders who feed me items and in my formal column a ways back i wrote how Shaq O'Neill of the Lakers was down low-ding his snow boyfriends and how one of his former teammates, a cornfed hunkydorfus named Mark Masden was traded after their affair ended, well I'm hearing that Mr. Controversial himself Koby "I speak fluent Italian" Bryant could not have raped that girl in Colorado. Yes he actually had consentual sex with her just to appease the basketball groupie so she wouldn't badmouth him as being gayish when he initially turned her down and she made that strident implication. It seems lil cutie pie Koby has been way on the down-how-low-can-you-go seeing Sacramento Kings rising star Peja Stojakovic, and before Peja he was with a Russian teammate who was so crushed by their amouris breakis that he wanted to return to the Ukraine.
Now thats gossipal twuths with a capital "WEE".
Saw that little movie masterpiece The Mudge Boy starring an amazing Emile Hirsch and juicemonger Thomas Guiry. Wow! The swelling desire between these two lads is exhilerating, and when its unleased in the brutal, giddy abandon of forcefull sodomy, whew. . .its all in the eyes and the two young actors sure have appealing hairy eyeballs.
The only sour note is that i had to take the autobus all the way to tired West LA to see this film.
FIERY SPORTS SIP
Now i know nothing about sports, but i have some sports insiders who feed me items and in my formal column a ways back i wrote how Shaq O'Neill of the Lakers was down low-ding his snow boyfriends and how one of his former teammates, a cornfed hunkydorfus named Mark Masden was traded after their affair ended, well I'm hearing that Mr. Controversial himself Koby "I speak fluent Italian" Bryant could not have raped that girl in Colorado. Yes he actually had consentual sex with her just to appease the basketball groupie so she wouldn't badmouth him as being gayish when he initially turned her down and she made that strident implication. It seems lil cutie pie Koby has been way on the down-how-low-can-you-go seeing Sacramento Kings rising star Peja Stojakovic, and before Peja he was with a Russian teammate who was so crushed by their amouris breakis that he wanted to return to the Ukraine.
Now thats gossipal twuths with a capital "WEE".
Monday, May 10, 2004
LE TENTAZIONI DEL DOTTOR ANTONIO
Had my smoldering date with Frankfurt lothario Marcuse. He met me at my studio and the boys headlights knocked me out. Before i knew it i was on the floor convulsing like Glenda Jackson in the Ken Russell film "The Music Lovers" Our connection is unbelievable.
I took him to eat at the Kitchen, and both of us were starving. Thats the natural effect from high toned macking. What a beauty he is, and i can't believe he's fargone on "the doll". Lucky for me i met him before he became 'passed around patty'. He's only been in Los Angeles since January, lives in Westwood with his twin brother who is a professor at UCLA. Ah Spring.
Monday Morn had breakfast at Patty Powers spacious flat in Echo Parqay.
Patty made pancakes, veggie sausages, korkler eggs and fruit salad. Just perfect. I'm going to have Patty workshop her new monologues at Bricky's in July. It will be billed as "Five Minute Fireside Chats with Patty Powers, channeling the restless voice of Alice B. Toklas if Gertrude Stein had let her talk.
Talked to the gorgeous costume designer Crepe Suzette Mathelson who is back from filming the movie "Friday Night Lights in west Texas. The flick stars Billy Bob Thorten and Tim McGraw and is directed by Peter Berg. Its a high school football movie and also features beautiful young male ingenues: Jay Hernandez, and Garrett Hedlund.
Had my smoldering date with Frankfurt lothario Marcuse. He met me at my studio and the boys headlights knocked me out. Before i knew it i was on the floor convulsing like Glenda Jackson in the Ken Russell film "The Music Lovers" Our connection is unbelievable.
I took him to eat at the Kitchen, and both of us were starving. Thats the natural effect from high toned macking. What a beauty he is, and i can't believe he's fargone on "the doll". Lucky for me i met him before he became 'passed around patty'. He's only been in Los Angeles since January, lives in Westwood with his twin brother who is a professor at UCLA. Ah Spring.
Monday Morn had breakfast at Patty Powers spacious flat in Echo Parqay.
Patty made pancakes, veggie sausages, korkler eggs and fruit salad. Just perfect. I'm going to have Patty workshop her new monologues at Bricky's in July. It will be billed as "Five Minute Fireside Chats with Patty Powers, channeling the restless voice of Alice B. Toklas if Gertrude Stein had let her talk.
Talked to the gorgeous costume designer Crepe Suzette Mathelson who is back from filming the movie "Friday Night Lights in west Texas. The flick stars Billy Bob Thorten and Tim McGraw and is directed by Peter Berg. Its a high school football movie and also features beautiful young male ingenues: Jay Hernandez, and Garrett Hedlund.
Sunday, May 09, 2004
PROVA D'ORCHESTRA
Received my weekly emug from the well connected industry insider who comes to Bricktops every week and then sends me a recap of who came that was famous. He usually sends the missive Friday nite when he gets home at 2:30am, but i didn't get it this week until Sunday morn at my studio.
I usually didn't recognize any of these people myself, since i'm hosting, DJ-ing and performing, i'm a little pre-occupied most Fridays.
Here's the list: actor Marc Ruffalo and wife Sunrise Coigney, Saffron Burrows, Patrick Fugit and Tony Leung Chiu-Wai. The first name i recognize from several recent films, i wish i had noticed him. He's really good looking in a dark and smoldering way. Loved when he danced in his underwear with Kirstin Dunst in the Jim Carrey movie "Spotless Mind" The other three i've never heard of. So thats that.
Saturday my good pal Anderson Cooper took me to the movies to see "The Saddest Song in the World" starring Isabella Rosellini, Marie deMeideros(Henry et June) and Mark McKinney(Kids in the Hall). What an amazing film, set in 1930s Winnipeg----Glen Meadmore country. I'm not going to tell you anything about it other then you must see it.
We ran into documetary film god Morgan Neville and his lovely wife Nettie of the fantastic country band, The Acres. Morgan is so patrician looking and handsome, with thick hands and feet, a WASP dreamboat---he must come from one of America's leading families of priveledge and commerce. You don't see superior genetics like that every day, let me tell you Sally!
Also ran into Iranian photog Pej and his sexy lover Paul Sibrizi of Famous Designs.
Anderson took me to eat at that cute Japanese restaurant we always go to in Little Tokyo.
Sunday morn ritual of getting the LA Times at the Cahuenga Newstand that is run by Diz E. McNally, the legendary LA personality and MC, who I've known for over 20 years. She is one of the cities most treasured originals with her multi-colored nailz and unique high pitched squeels.
Received my weekly emug from the well connected industry insider who comes to Bricktops every week and then sends me a recap of who came that was famous. He usually sends the missive Friday nite when he gets home at 2:30am, but i didn't get it this week until Sunday morn at my studio.
I usually didn't recognize any of these people myself, since i'm hosting, DJ-ing and performing, i'm a little pre-occupied most Fridays.
Here's the list: actor Marc Ruffalo and wife Sunrise Coigney, Saffron Burrows, Patrick Fugit and Tony Leung Chiu-Wai. The first name i recognize from several recent films, i wish i had noticed him. He's really good looking in a dark and smoldering way. Loved when he danced in his underwear with Kirstin Dunst in the Jim Carrey movie "Spotless Mind" The other three i've never heard of. So thats that.
Saturday my good pal Anderson Cooper took me to the movies to see "The Saddest Song in the World" starring Isabella Rosellini, Marie deMeideros(Henry et June) and Mark McKinney(Kids in the Hall). What an amazing film, set in 1930s Winnipeg----Glen Meadmore country. I'm not going to tell you anything about it other then you must see it.
We ran into documetary film god Morgan Neville and his lovely wife Nettie of the fantastic country band, The Acres. Morgan is so patrician looking and handsome, with thick hands and feet, a WASP dreamboat---he must come from one of America's leading families of priveledge and commerce. You don't see superior genetics like that every day, let me tell you Sally!
Also ran into Iranian photog Pej and his sexy lover Paul Sibrizi of Famous Designs.
Anderson took me to eat at that cute Japanese restaurant we always go to in Little Tokyo.
Sunday morn ritual of getting the LA Times at the Cahuenga Newstand that is run by Diz E. McNally, the legendary LA personality and MC, who I've known for over 20 years. She is one of the cities most treasured originals with her multi-colored nailz and unique high pitched squeels.
Saturday, May 08, 2004
LA VOCE DELLA LUNA
Professor Jennifer Doyle aka Pirate Jenny from Montepelier took me to eat dinner at Alegria, a cute latin restaurant in a mini-mall in Silver Lake near Millie’s. I hadn’t eaten at the place in years. There was a bit of a trendy crowd, and they’ve even hired some trendy people to work as waiting staff.
Incredible dinner, and the people in the dining room didn’t get on my nerves for a change. A bunch of really cute boys---low key and no tired cell phone queens thank gawd.
Professor Doyle wrote this great chapter in her new book about my performance as Vanessa Beecroft. Can’t wait till it comes out and the world gets to see it.
Went to Taylor’s Steakhouse in Koreatown to birthday soiree for writer Steven Mikulan of the LA Weekly. Steven is one of the smartest men in this Los Ang town, and his wife Sandra Ross is one of the sharpest ladies, not to mention she’s stunningly attractive. They are one of my top favorite couples. Got to hang out with the lovely madame fashion editrix Kateri Butler and the dynamic acting sensation and NEA Four member John Fleck, who looks sooo young and has the body of a teenage boy. I can’t believe he’s 53 years old.
Had to leave party early to meet Little Papa, Frank Rodriguez to go to Chico’s in Montebello. I’m writing a little article for this French fashion mag about Chico’s "Cockfight" male stripper nite, that features some hunky homeboy burlesque babes. My fav Chico’s boy Obregon wasn’t on duty, but there was this other one, who was short, stocky and looked like he was fresh out of the penitentiary-----yummy! Frank and I also needed to do some social studies work in preparing for our limo lap dancing club Knob Ill.
Hector made me a delicious dinner on Thursday, we were running a little behind schedule as I also had to do laundry. Wanted to go see Mr. Uncertain and Glen Meadmore’s Hot Horny and Born Again Cuntry band play at Zen Sushi, but we couldn’t make it.
Friday and Bricktops F.W. Marnau Nite. So many people ---the joint was packed. We screened Marnau’s "Faust" those images are amazing floating in the dark. The Ditty Bops theme was ‘Circus Maximus" and they pulled out all the stops. Those Ditty Bop girls are a wondermint. I love all their pals too, like their handsome staff photog who is a fiery Silver Fox beauty in the Richard Gere mode. Something tells me he is packing a nefarious cruel club----the kind that can open clams. This other young boy who was part of the performance, looked like a male ingenue of the highest order. He had taunt, tight little perky titties, I didn’t feel much of an ass though. And you know me, I am a major ass fienda from the olde school. I’ve got to have my fat bottom boys--they make the rockin world go round.
Nice to see regulars like photographer Don Spiro, who gave me some hot nudie pix of Louise Brooks for our upcoming Brooksie celebration on May 21st. Plus the poet Remy, who will be going to grad school in the bay area. He’s one of our best young 20s dancers. I’m going to miss his energy. Socialite Jean Spinosa also came by to trip the light fantastico. I chatted with film programmer extroidinaire Shannon Kelly, death rock legend David J. and this cute English actor Hugh Darcy who is in that movie "Ella Enchanted." I know there were some other celebs afoot, my spy who always tells me who is who, hasn’t emailed me his report yet. I never recognize anyone usually.
Oh I met this sexy Germany boy name Marcuse, I’m hoping to see him tomorrow for some good lovin’ and turtle dovin’ Keep your fallopian tubes crossed.
Professor Jennifer Doyle aka Pirate Jenny from Montepelier took me to eat dinner at Alegria, a cute latin restaurant in a mini-mall in Silver Lake near Millie’s. I hadn’t eaten at the place in years. There was a bit of a trendy crowd, and they’ve even hired some trendy people to work as waiting staff.
Incredible dinner, and the people in the dining room didn’t get on my nerves for a change. A bunch of really cute boys---low key and no tired cell phone queens thank gawd.
Professor Doyle wrote this great chapter in her new book about my performance as Vanessa Beecroft. Can’t wait till it comes out and the world gets to see it.
Went to Taylor’s Steakhouse in Koreatown to birthday soiree for writer Steven Mikulan of the LA Weekly. Steven is one of the smartest men in this Los Ang town, and his wife Sandra Ross is one of the sharpest ladies, not to mention she’s stunningly attractive. They are one of my top favorite couples. Got to hang out with the lovely madame fashion editrix Kateri Butler and the dynamic acting sensation and NEA Four member John Fleck, who looks sooo young and has the body of a teenage boy. I can’t believe he’s 53 years old.
Had to leave party early to meet Little Papa, Frank Rodriguez to go to Chico’s in Montebello. I’m writing a little article for this French fashion mag about Chico’s "Cockfight" male stripper nite, that features some hunky homeboy burlesque babes. My fav Chico’s boy Obregon wasn’t on duty, but there was this other one, who was short, stocky and looked like he was fresh out of the penitentiary-----yummy! Frank and I also needed to do some social studies work in preparing for our limo lap dancing club Knob Ill.
Hector made me a delicious dinner on Thursday, we were running a little behind schedule as I also had to do laundry. Wanted to go see Mr. Uncertain and Glen Meadmore’s Hot Horny and Born Again Cuntry band play at Zen Sushi, but we couldn’t make it.
Friday and Bricktops F.W. Marnau Nite. So many people ---the joint was packed. We screened Marnau’s "Faust" those images are amazing floating in the dark. The Ditty Bops theme was ‘Circus Maximus" and they pulled out all the stops. Those Ditty Bop girls are a wondermint. I love all their pals too, like their handsome staff photog who is a fiery Silver Fox beauty in the Richard Gere mode. Something tells me he is packing a nefarious cruel club----the kind that can open clams. This other young boy who was part of the performance, looked like a male ingenue of the highest order. He had taunt, tight little perky titties, I didn’t feel much of an ass though. And you know me, I am a major ass fienda from the olde school. I’ve got to have my fat bottom boys--they make the rockin world go round.
Nice to see regulars like photographer Don Spiro, who gave me some hot nudie pix of Louise Brooks for our upcoming Brooksie celebration on May 21st. Plus the poet Remy, who will be going to grad school in the bay area. He’s one of our best young 20s dancers. I’m going to miss his energy. Socialite Jean Spinosa also came by to trip the light fantastico. I chatted with film programmer extroidinaire Shannon Kelly, death rock legend David J. and this cute English actor Hugh Darcy who is in that movie "Ella Enchanted." I know there were some other celebs afoot, my spy who always tells me who is who, hasn’t emailed me his report yet. I never recognize anyone usually.
Oh I met this sexy Germany boy name Marcuse, I’m hoping to see him tomorrow for some good lovin’ and turtle dovin’ Keep your fallopian tubes crossed.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
HOB GOBLIN
Here is a little letter from dear Lawrence Roberts, my most faithful of faithful followers and the mastermind behind my webpage and main archivist of all things Vaginal Davis, lore and mythology. He is vacationing in the east, as we like to say.
Hi Madame Doktor --
I am finally at a cyber cafe catching up on computer stuff,
and I will put up the May and June Bricktops calendars.
Here's what I've been up to.
The first two nights I spent in New York staying with Dickie Dworkin.(The famous feminists son)
The first night we went out to piano bars on Christopher Street --
the new yorkers singing made me wonder if San Franciscans still know
how to have fun. The next night I went to the Queercore Blitz shows --
this is a series of concerts on east coast cities, mostly lesbian bands,
with one band of three boys called the Dead Betties --
http://www.thedeadbetties.com/photos.html
Donna Dresch's new band Davies Vs. Dresch was also quite good,
and I like Gina Young with her political lyrics and varied musical
styles.
Then I took a bus to Washington DC (there were two eastern european girls
who were annoying the bus driver -- a big nelly black guy who had my
sympathy.) I'm staying with my college friend Juli and her husband John
and their red-headed three year old son -- they used to live in Reno, and
I haven't seen them since they moved and their son was born. They have
lesbian neighbors with a kid the same age and there's another lesbian
couple nearby -- Juli borrowed one couple's car to pick me up and the
other couple lets her use their computer -- very friendly.
Saturday night I went to Bob Mould's club night Blowoff (Bob was out sick
though -- hopefully he will be better before the marriage benefit concert
on the 28th in New York City). Sunday I went to the pro-choice march --
huge crowd -- they're estimating over a million. The queer contingient,
if there was one, wasn't very visible. Saw some radical cheerleaders and
so on. That night was the DC round of the Queercore Blitz show.
Today I spent the day at the Library of Congress (beautifully restored
recently) and got sheet music and played it on a Steinway Grand in a
soundproof room. Then I went to the Corcoran and looked at quilts, which
reminded me of a Karen Finley piece about how even quilts were found to be
obscene art because they had menstrual blood and semen stains on them.
(The Corcoran's the one that took down a Mapelthorpe show)
I went to Lambda Rising, which is much better stocked than A Different
Lite in SF, and got a book of comics about gay black men, a German lesbian
comic book in English , and a German magazine with pictures of Turkish bears.
One of them is even wearing a fez. This is stuff I've never seen in SF.
Tomorrow I plan on going to the Smithsonian, maybe even their archive
room, then head to New York on Wednesday.
Larry
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT IN AZBAKISTAN
Well the profile of yours truly came out today in Mz. LA Times. I can't believe it, I'm actually being recognized in my city of birth. That rarely happens. I love the piece it is very artfully written by Hilary McGreggor who spent a lot of time with me trying to delve into my nonsensical life. Hilary was actually the third writer who attempted to get me down in print at the Times. Janet Duckworth, the editor of the Calendar section also did an incredible job. The first approached me over a year ago, and now to see it is unbelievable. There was a time that the LA Times refused to print my name, it wasn't till after i was profiled in the New York Times that they relunctantly gave in. Well if you live long enough, people can't ignore you anymore.
I've already gotten a million emails and phone calls, Even though i'm self absorbed, i really don't like being recognized by strangers on the street, unless that stranger is cute and wants to have sex with me.
Here is a little letter from dear Lawrence Roberts, my most faithful of faithful followers and the mastermind behind my webpage and main archivist of all things Vaginal Davis, lore and mythology. He is vacationing in the east, as we like to say.
Hi Madame Doktor --
I am finally at a cyber cafe catching up on computer stuff,
and I will put up the May and June Bricktops calendars.
Here's what I've been up to.
The first two nights I spent in New York staying with Dickie Dworkin.(The famous feminists son)
The first night we went out to piano bars on Christopher Street --
the new yorkers singing made me wonder if San Franciscans still know
how to have fun. The next night I went to the Queercore Blitz shows --
this is a series of concerts on east coast cities, mostly lesbian bands,
with one band of three boys called the Dead Betties --
http://www.thedeadbetties.com/photos.html
Donna Dresch's new band Davies Vs. Dresch was also quite good,
and I like Gina Young with her political lyrics and varied musical
styles.
Then I took a bus to Washington DC (there were two eastern european girls
who were annoying the bus driver -- a big nelly black guy who had my
sympathy.) I'm staying with my college friend Juli and her husband John
and their red-headed three year old son -- they used to live in Reno, and
I haven't seen them since they moved and their son was born. They have
lesbian neighbors with a kid the same age and there's another lesbian
couple nearby -- Juli borrowed one couple's car to pick me up and the
other couple lets her use their computer -- very friendly.
Saturday night I went to Bob Mould's club night Blowoff (Bob was out sick
though -- hopefully he will be better before the marriage benefit concert
on the 28th in New York City). Sunday I went to the pro-choice march --
huge crowd -- they're estimating over a million. The queer contingient,
if there was one, wasn't very visible. Saw some radical cheerleaders and
so on. That night was the DC round of the Queercore Blitz show.
Today I spent the day at the Library of Congress (beautifully restored
recently) and got sheet music and played it on a Steinway Grand in a
soundproof room. Then I went to the Corcoran and looked at quilts, which
reminded me of a Karen Finley piece about how even quilts were found to be
obscene art because they had menstrual blood and semen stains on them.
(The Corcoran's the one that took down a Mapelthorpe show)
I went to Lambda Rising, which is much better stocked than A Different
Lite in SF, and got a book of comics about gay black men, a German lesbian
comic book in English , and a German magazine with pictures of Turkish bears.
One of them is even wearing a fez. This is stuff I've never seen in SF.
Tomorrow I plan on going to the Smithsonian, maybe even their archive
room, then head to New York on Wednesday.
Larry
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT IN AZBAKISTAN
Well the profile of yours truly came out today in Mz. LA Times. I can't believe it, I'm actually being recognized in my city of birth. That rarely happens. I love the piece it is very artfully written by Hilary McGreggor who spent a lot of time with me trying to delve into my nonsensical life. Hilary was actually the third writer who attempted to get me down in print at the Times. Janet Duckworth, the editor of the Calendar section also did an incredible job. The first approached me over a year ago, and now to see it is unbelievable. There was a time that the LA Times refused to print my name, it wasn't till after i was profiled in the New York Times that they relunctantly gave in. Well if you live long enough, people can't ignore you anymore.
I've already gotten a million emails and phone calls, Even though i'm self absorbed, i really don't like being recognized by strangers on the street, unless that stranger is cute and wants to have sex with me.
Saturday, May 01, 2004
GORTH SHORE
Was shopping for birthday gifts for Andrew of Gould, and I notice that Academy Award winning actor Adrian Brody is stalking me AGAIN. Doesn’t he ever get tired of being a pest? My word, the man is cute, but he’s way too skinny and fragile for big boned lady me. Plus he has thin lips, and I only can kiss someone with full pouty lips like that young ingenue Michael Pitt from the Bertolucci film "The Dreamers"
Adrian even followed me into the tired Bank of America off of LaBrea and Melrose. I swear I’m getting a restraining order. I finally lost him when I ducked into the Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Blvd to see that teen flick "Mean Girls" I was a mean girl in high school, even though I was a freak, I was very popular, but by default, because I didn’t care that I was popular, and I made a point of befriending the most outcast of outcasts and re-making them into prized, guilded swans.
The movie Mean Girls wasn’t really mean enough. Lindsay Lohan is a likeable young lass, like me she has a full bosum. That poor Chabert girl, one of the co-stars, on certain angles she looks 45. All the boy actors were non-descript, though one caught my eye in a scene where he displayed lots of potatoey white breaded flesh.
CELINE FRION
My little jazz age party Bricktops, was effervecent. The theme was "Theda Bara" and one of my olde school girlfriends Europa performed her belly dancing majique. Miss Bricky also sang a song about Kobe Bryant and his Laker Medallion plus "No Thank You Please", from her twisted archive.
· I was really surprised to see Thom York of Radiohead. I guess he’s in town to play the Coachella Music Festival. He didn’t look like he was well, but sure drank a lot. He was with that brooding Brit actor Jonathan Rhys-Meyers(Velvet Goldmine) Maybe they’re gay lovers? Eek thats repugnant.
It was great seeing dycon Gwen Turner with her handsome new date, plus the gorgeous documentary filmmaker Augusta, who is always fetching. Miss Excotic World, the Regina of burlesque, Kitten DeVille put in a little appearance--she is vaudville royalty at its best plus that adorable gamine of a designing clotheshorse, Shauna Leone, and Joel Peter Witkin muse, The Goddess Bunny.
Thom actually came up to me in the DJ booth and said he loved my new Technova single "I Could Have Sex" that I collaborated on with Dave Harrow. I’ve been getting lots of emails from England, I guess the song is being played heavily on the mainstream radio stations there. The Album, "Electrosexual" doesn’t drops in a few weeks. I wonder how the single will be received in this country. Oh I’m sure it will be ignored like all my other musical projects. Lets face it, I wasn’t meant to be a pop star, certainly not at this ripe old age.
Was shopping for birthday gifts for Andrew of Gould, and I notice that Academy Award winning actor Adrian Brody is stalking me AGAIN. Doesn’t he ever get tired of being a pest? My word, the man is cute, but he’s way too skinny and fragile for big boned lady me. Plus he has thin lips, and I only can kiss someone with full pouty lips like that young ingenue Michael Pitt from the Bertolucci film "The Dreamers"
Adrian even followed me into the tired Bank of America off of LaBrea and Melrose. I swear I’m getting a restraining order. I finally lost him when I ducked into the Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Blvd to see that teen flick "Mean Girls" I was a mean girl in high school, even though I was a freak, I was very popular, but by default, because I didn’t care that I was popular, and I made a point of befriending the most outcast of outcasts and re-making them into prized, guilded swans.
The movie Mean Girls wasn’t really mean enough. Lindsay Lohan is a likeable young lass, like me she has a full bosum. That poor Chabert girl, one of the co-stars, on certain angles she looks 45. All the boy actors were non-descript, though one caught my eye in a scene where he displayed lots of potatoey white breaded flesh.
CELINE FRION
My little jazz age party Bricktops, was effervecent. The theme was "Theda Bara" and one of my olde school girlfriends Europa performed her belly dancing majique. Miss Bricky also sang a song about Kobe Bryant and his Laker Medallion plus "No Thank You Please", from her twisted archive.
· I was really surprised to see Thom York of Radiohead. I guess he’s in town to play the Coachella Music Festival. He didn’t look like he was well, but sure drank a lot. He was with that brooding Brit actor Jonathan Rhys-Meyers(Velvet Goldmine) Maybe they’re gay lovers? Eek thats repugnant.
It was great seeing dycon Gwen Turner with her handsome new date, plus the gorgeous documentary filmmaker Augusta, who is always fetching. Miss Excotic World, the Regina of burlesque, Kitten DeVille put in a little appearance--she is vaudville royalty at its best plus that adorable gamine of a designing clotheshorse, Shauna Leone, and Joel Peter Witkin muse, The Goddess Bunny.
Thom actually came up to me in the DJ booth and said he loved my new Technova single "I Could Have Sex" that I collaborated on with Dave Harrow. I’ve been getting lots of emails from England, I guess the song is being played heavily on the mainstream radio stations there. The Album, "Electrosexual" doesn’t drops in a few weeks. I wonder how the single will be received in this country. Oh I’m sure it will be ignored like all my other musical projects. Lets face it, I wasn’t meant to be a pop star, certainly not at this ripe old age.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
DUNCA DAVILLE
Heat wave, heat wave----the mortal enemy of all drag queens. The unseasonably cool spring has given way to summer death valley rays. Not good.
Bricktops was still a smash, with the warm temperatures. Anna Bells of the Fishnet Floozy's did a solo turn that was deliriously lovesexy. So many cute new kids at the club. Met a sweet black sister girlfriend visiting from Seattle---lovely lady with a vivacious and warm personality. Also saw a handsome brotherman, dancing the Charleston and This Mess-around---yummy.
An odd assortment of celebs came by ranging from supermodel Jenny Shimizu, cute boi writer Dave Eggers, British literary heavyweight Martin Amis, punkette Brody Dalle of the Distillers, plus Stella Schnabel with Paz de la Huerta. I just can't explain it so i wont. Regulars and semi-regulars included the delightful creative couple Don Spiro and filmaker Augusta!, juicy Shauna Leone, Dapper Dan, DJ Prickle, Ming Ma with cute new beau, singer Devendra Banhrt and Ed Simons of the Chemica Bros. (Are they a couple now? Sure were acting like one.
Heat wave, heat wave----the mortal enemy of all drag queens. The unseasonably cool spring has given way to summer death valley rays. Not good.
Bricktops was still a smash, with the warm temperatures. Anna Bells of the Fishnet Floozy's did a solo turn that was deliriously lovesexy. So many cute new kids at the club. Met a sweet black sister girlfriend visiting from Seattle---lovely lady with a vivacious and warm personality. Also saw a handsome brotherman, dancing the Charleston and This Mess-around---yummy.
An odd assortment of celebs came by ranging from supermodel Jenny Shimizu, cute boi writer Dave Eggers, British literary heavyweight Martin Amis, punkette Brody Dalle of the Distillers, plus Stella Schnabel with Paz de la Huerta. I just can't explain it so i wont. Regulars and semi-regulars included the delightful creative couple Don Spiro and filmaker Augusta!, juicy Shauna Leone, Dapper Dan, DJ Prickle, Ming Ma with cute new beau, singer Devendra Banhrt and Ed Simons of the Chemica Bros. (Are they a couple now? Sure were acting like one.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
CILANTRO DEGUILE
Received this lovely emug from Tony Arena, aka: Anonymous Boy, the talent behind the sexy comic novels:
Hey Dr. Davis,
This is Anonymous Boy, writing to you in hopes that kind Gleeson will forward my email to you since I either do not have, or I cannot locate your current email address. Long time no see nor hear from. Hope you are doing well. I examine your blog regularly so I always feel like we're in touch...although it hit me today that we aren't really, since I'm only in touch with what YOU'RE up to and you have no idea what I'm doing or if I even am alive. Well I do live! Me and my honey Ron are doing fine although Ron is still unemployed due to the aftermath of the World Trade Center catastrophe. As you may recall, he worked at the building across the street and was under the 2nd Tower when those "Holy" warriors slammed their hijacked airline into it. Yes, it was years ago, but seems like yesterday to us New Yorkers who had to witness that flaming monstrosity with our naked eyes. There is a club in the vacinity of the fromer World Trade Center called The Knitting Factory and Ron and I went to see the incredible english punk band The Fall there recently. (The Fall are the last band from the class of English punk 1977 who are still standing...never broke up...never went on hiatus...never sold out...always continued to release records.) Anyway I was speaking to the guitarist Ben, whose been with them the last four or five years and he said to me The Fall will always come to NY because they respect the strength we showed after 9/11. In comparisan...when a little bomb went off in their home city of Manchester some years back-people were unable to function for a year. But NYC just picked itself up and went back to work. I thanked him and told him we respected The Fall's bravery, because The Fall were one of the only touring bands who had the balls come to NYC immediatley after the disaster and we never forgot that. They were the first band we saw after 9/11, and they came here with the ruins still being carted off and the fire department still trying to put out the flames. Every other touring band cancelled their NYC tour dates in fear! But not the Fall. Speaking of bravery...singer Mark E. Smith broke his leg and hip shortly before going on this current USA tour. Even though the doctors told him not to get on the plane, he came anyway and sang from the seated position and was helped on and off stage my his crutches and a stage hand. Now there's dedication for ya! So my point of this long missive is that Mark E. Smith of The Fall came across the sea with a broken leg and hip to perform for New Yorkers. If he can do that for us I have to ask when are YOU going to return? Our bleak city is bleaker without your "satanic grin."
Do you remember when you performed at Don Hill's and pulled down my underwear to put my genital organ on display for the crowd? This is something no other performer has dared to do before. Not even Mark E. Smith. See? You also have bravery. Therefore you must return here. Please do so soon.
In case you are wondering what I've been up to, Ron and I still do our public access TV show with our stuffed Polar Bear named Snuffles. Also, I still draw Anonymous Boy drawings and have my own monthly "Anonymous Boy" column in Maximum Rocknroll magazine where I mouth off about whatever the fuck I feel like. In addition, I've done a comic book story for the new edition of BoyTrouble for David Kelly and Robert Kirby.
http://www.davidkellystudio.com/bt.html It's a cute little story about gay punk boys in longing, as per usual. What else have I been up to? I recently bought a DVD of the movie "Suburbia" about your home town LA punk scene. I hadn't seen this film since it was in the theaters and I was a teenager about the same age as the kids in the movie. Watching that flick again revealed to me how terrible it actually is, something that must have gotten past my teen-boy eyes at the time. But perhaps you have some sort of strange affection for this atrocious movie so I'll refrain from attacking it further. But who knows? After all, how can any movie be considered even remotley "good" if it does not contain at least one cameo appearance by Dr. Davis herself?
I have a band now, but we do not have a name. All day long I come up with names for my band but I fail at choosing a good one. The Out To Lunch? Veal Bumpkin? The Grunts? Spinach Pie? Jean & Joan and a Who Knows Who? All terrible names. All the good names for bands have already been used up by you. Perhaps my little band is destined to be forever nameless. For this I blame you. Well anyway you are probably asking yourself what prompted the bizarre Mr. Anonymous Boy to write to your holiness? Well I'll tell you. I saw on your website that you went out dining with one "Anderson Cooper" and I wanted to know if this so-called "Anderson Cooper" was the same silver-haired fox on CNN. I'd heard rumors that Mr. Cooper was a homosexual od some sort and if that is true it only makes sense that he should be dining with you because what self-respecting homosexual can keep his sweaty mits off of you? Not me that's for sure. Oh V.D. you're so impressive. You know all the stars...largley because your a star yourself. I'm sure it's all you can do to fend off the Eve Harringtons climbing out to the woodwork. "Eve Evil. Little Miss Evil." "Ah Eve! The golden girl. The girl on the moon. Life has been good to Eve...." but I digress.
I've been a theater queen of late. I saw Larry Kramer's gay play The Normal Heart recently and was devestated. Last night I saw Caroline Or Change and was bowled over. There were several parts in that musical for you miss thang...all of them Jewish. Not I'm kidding...but it was fucking amazing and very different. I wish you lived here and we could go to all sorts of Broadway shows together. Some of them are so brilliant they leave you on the floor sobbing. Taboo was not among them. Boy George and Rosie O'Donnell must loathe all homosexuals to bring such a wretched mess to our shores. Who want's to see a show where all characters have nothing to do except indulge their obsession with getting fame and narcotics? Well, actually that makes it sound more interesting than it was.
Oh, I've gone on too long. I'll wite again some other day.
Bye
Tony Anonymous Boy
SKINTRAL WAYTION
Been seeing a lot of films lately, I don't know why, I've just been in that kind of mood. Went to Ms. Sunset Five, the Laemmle House and watched "Young Adam" with Tilda Swinton and my boy, Ewan McGreggor. Any chance i can see Ewan's magnify peter i jump on, but its always better looking in the fleshy flesh, and i'm so fortunate that i did get to see his member in person, though it wasn't erect.
Guess who lurks the lavatories of the Sunset 5? Yes, you got it, that nutty ginger headed dorkus Mike White of "Chuck and Buck" and "School of Rock" fame. I adore Mike, he is an unabashed, shameless hornpig. One minute he's at the stalls, the next he's on his cell pretending to be talking to someone, at the threshhold of the loo. Oh Calcutta!
I also saw that porn ingenue Matthew Rush, the Falcon Exclusive and star of yet another "Making Porn" Ronnie Larson theatre revival. Matthew is one funny looking pinhead of a mulatto blue movie star. There's something about his face and body that is just so offkilter. Matt was eating at the famous piss elegant restaurant, The French Market Place. I was there interviewing the Ditty Bops for the LA Weekly. The girls rode their cute mountain bikes to the interview---just darling. I'm so glad the DittyBops new record is getting a lot of airplay on KCRW.
Speaking of cruising, i had a high time lighthousing all the hunks entering the CRUNCH gym. Boy was i giving them hairy eyeballs---some of those bodies are unbelievable. Of course you can tell that there isn't much else going on with some of those young men. And they are so completely aware that they are being watched.
Also saw this Mexican film called "A Thousand Clouds of Peace . . ." the title is taken from the last line of a poem by the great Passolini. The movie is very poetic, filmed in stark high contrast black and white, in a non linear fashion. Manohla Dargis gave the flick a high score in her LA Times Review, and i can see why she liked it. The movie is bleak, and the films piquant little star has such an expressive face.
I also saw two mainstream films. "Ella Enchanted" which stars the the very likeable ingenue Anne Hathaway and a pretty Brit named Hugh Darcy. It was fluffy and light and i was somewhat flavouring that, though the picture could have been directed better. yes i saw "Hell Boy" with Selma Blair. Its my guilty pleasure, what can i say?
What a week. Went to see Lisa Teasley read from her new novel "Dive" at Borders Books in Hollywood. She looked so majestic and in such command. i'm so proud of my little baby award winning author niecey. She was meant to conquer and she's doing just that.
Went to the American Cinemateque to see Augusta's movie docu on the Velvet Hammer. Its delish. Really sparkling on all accounts. The other movie Broad Daylight didn't do it for me, so i walked out. I wanted to stay and see the live performances by Kitten DeVille, Bobby Pinz and Anna Bells, but i was just too exhausted.
Received this lovely emug from Tony Arena, aka: Anonymous Boy, the talent behind the sexy comic novels:
Hey Dr. Davis,
This is Anonymous Boy, writing to you in hopes that kind Gleeson will forward my email to you since I either do not have, or I cannot locate your current email address. Long time no see nor hear from. Hope you are doing well. I examine your blog regularly so I always feel like we're in touch...although it hit me today that we aren't really, since I'm only in touch with what YOU'RE up to and you have no idea what I'm doing or if I even am alive. Well I do live! Me and my honey Ron are doing fine although Ron is still unemployed due to the aftermath of the World Trade Center catastrophe. As you may recall, he worked at the building across the street and was under the 2nd Tower when those "Holy" warriors slammed their hijacked airline into it. Yes, it was years ago, but seems like yesterday to us New Yorkers who had to witness that flaming monstrosity with our naked eyes. There is a club in the vacinity of the fromer World Trade Center called The Knitting Factory and Ron and I went to see the incredible english punk band The Fall there recently. (The Fall are the last band from the class of English punk 1977 who are still standing...never broke up...never went on hiatus...never sold out...always continued to release records.) Anyway I was speaking to the guitarist Ben, whose been with them the last four or five years and he said to me The Fall will always come to NY because they respect the strength we showed after 9/11. In comparisan...when a little bomb went off in their home city of Manchester some years back-people were unable to function for a year. But NYC just picked itself up and went back to work. I thanked him and told him we respected The Fall's bravery, because The Fall were one of the only touring bands who had the balls come to NYC immediatley after the disaster and we never forgot that. They were the first band we saw after 9/11, and they came here with the ruins still being carted off and the fire department still trying to put out the flames. Every other touring band cancelled their NYC tour dates in fear! But not the Fall. Speaking of bravery...singer Mark E. Smith broke his leg and hip shortly before going on this current USA tour. Even though the doctors told him not to get on the plane, he came anyway and sang from the seated position and was helped on and off stage my his crutches and a stage hand. Now there's dedication for ya! So my point of this long missive is that Mark E. Smith of The Fall came across the sea with a broken leg and hip to perform for New Yorkers. If he can do that for us I have to ask when are YOU going to return? Our bleak city is bleaker without your "satanic grin."
Do you remember when you performed at Don Hill's and pulled down my underwear to put my genital organ on display for the crowd? This is something no other performer has dared to do before. Not even Mark E. Smith. See? You also have bravery. Therefore you must return here. Please do so soon.
In case you are wondering what I've been up to, Ron and I still do our public access TV show with our stuffed Polar Bear named Snuffles. Also, I still draw Anonymous Boy drawings and have my own monthly "Anonymous Boy" column in Maximum Rocknroll magazine where I mouth off about whatever the fuck I feel like. In addition, I've done a comic book story for the new edition of BoyTrouble for David Kelly and Robert Kirby.
http://www.davidkellystudio.com/bt.html It's a cute little story about gay punk boys in longing, as per usual. What else have I been up to? I recently bought a DVD of the movie "Suburbia" about your home town LA punk scene. I hadn't seen this film since it was in the theaters and I was a teenager about the same age as the kids in the movie. Watching that flick again revealed to me how terrible it actually is, something that must have gotten past my teen-boy eyes at the time. But perhaps you have some sort of strange affection for this atrocious movie so I'll refrain from attacking it further. But who knows? After all, how can any movie be considered even remotley "good" if it does not contain at least one cameo appearance by Dr. Davis herself?
I have a band now, but we do not have a name. All day long I come up with names for my band but I fail at choosing a good one. The Out To Lunch? Veal Bumpkin? The Grunts? Spinach Pie? Jean & Joan and a Who Knows Who? All terrible names. All the good names for bands have already been used up by you. Perhaps my little band is destined to be forever nameless. For this I blame you. Well anyway you are probably asking yourself what prompted the bizarre Mr. Anonymous Boy to write to your holiness? Well I'll tell you. I saw on your website that you went out dining with one "Anderson Cooper" and I wanted to know if this so-called "Anderson Cooper" was the same silver-haired fox on CNN. I'd heard rumors that Mr. Cooper was a homosexual od some sort and if that is true it only makes sense that he should be dining with you because what self-respecting homosexual can keep his sweaty mits off of you? Not me that's for sure. Oh V.D. you're so impressive. You know all the stars...largley because your a star yourself. I'm sure it's all you can do to fend off the Eve Harringtons climbing out to the woodwork. "Eve Evil. Little Miss Evil." "Ah Eve! The golden girl. The girl on the moon. Life has been good to Eve...." but I digress.
I've been a theater queen of late. I saw Larry Kramer's gay play The Normal Heart recently and was devestated. Last night I saw Caroline Or Change and was bowled over. There were several parts in that musical for you miss thang...all of them Jewish. Not I'm kidding...but it was fucking amazing and very different. I wish you lived here and we could go to all sorts of Broadway shows together. Some of them are so brilliant they leave you on the floor sobbing. Taboo was not among them. Boy George and Rosie O'Donnell must loathe all homosexuals to bring such a wretched mess to our shores. Who want's to see a show where all characters have nothing to do except indulge their obsession with getting fame and narcotics? Well, actually that makes it sound more interesting than it was.
Oh, I've gone on too long. I'll wite again some other day.
Bye
Tony Anonymous Boy
SKINTRAL WAYTION
Been seeing a lot of films lately, I don't know why, I've just been in that kind of mood. Went to Ms. Sunset Five, the Laemmle House and watched "Young Adam" with Tilda Swinton and my boy, Ewan McGreggor. Any chance i can see Ewan's magnify peter i jump on, but its always better looking in the fleshy flesh, and i'm so fortunate that i did get to see his member in person, though it wasn't erect.
Guess who lurks the lavatories of the Sunset 5? Yes, you got it, that nutty ginger headed dorkus Mike White of "Chuck and Buck" and "School of Rock" fame. I adore Mike, he is an unabashed, shameless hornpig. One minute he's at the stalls, the next he's on his cell pretending to be talking to someone, at the threshhold of the loo. Oh Calcutta!
I also saw that porn ingenue Matthew Rush, the Falcon Exclusive and star of yet another "Making Porn" Ronnie Larson theatre revival. Matthew is one funny looking pinhead of a mulatto blue movie star. There's something about his face and body that is just so offkilter. Matt was eating at the famous piss elegant restaurant, The French Market Place. I was there interviewing the Ditty Bops for the LA Weekly. The girls rode their cute mountain bikes to the interview---just darling. I'm so glad the DittyBops new record is getting a lot of airplay on KCRW.
Speaking of cruising, i had a high time lighthousing all the hunks entering the CRUNCH gym. Boy was i giving them hairy eyeballs---some of those bodies are unbelievable. Of course you can tell that there isn't much else going on with some of those young men. And they are so completely aware that they are being watched.
Also saw this Mexican film called "A Thousand Clouds of Peace . . ." the title is taken from the last line of a poem by the great Passolini. The movie is very poetic, filmed in stark high contrast black and white, in a non linear fashion. Manohla Dargis gave the flick a high score in her LA Times Review, and i can see why she liked it. The movie is bleak, and the films piquant little star has such an expressive face.
I also saw two mainstream films. "Ella Enchanted" which stars the the very likeable ingenue Anne Hathaway and a pretty Brit named Hugh Darcy. It was fluffy and light and i was somewhat flavouring that, though the picture could have been directed better. yes i saw "Hell Boy" with Selma Blair. Its my guilty pleasure, what can i say?
What a week. Went to see Lisa Teasley read from her new novel "Dive" at Borders Books in Hollywood. She looked so majestic and in such command. i'm so proud of my little baby award winning author niecey. She was meant to conquer and she's doing just that.
Went to the American Cinemateque to see Augusta's movie docu on the Velvet Hammer. Its delish. Really sparkling on all accounts. The other movie Broad Daylight didn't do it for me, so i walked out. I wanted to stay and see the live performances by Kitten DeVille, Bobby Pinz and Anna Bells, but i was just too exhausted.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
SALOWOWENTEN COURT
Last Wed went to dinner with Edith Head, Fertile and his lovely fiance Yadi, to that cute East Indian Vegetarian restaurant on Sunset and Normandie. We were headed to Real Food Daily on LaCienega, but we were all so starved that we decided to go someplace closer. Had a marvy time, and the food was delicious. Love Fertile's fiance. She is sooooo good for him, and quite the vivacious young lady. Miss Edith was also in high spirits and kept me laughing out loud. I'm so proud of Edith. She's taken the break-up of her marriage to Steve of the Vandals, well. The girl doesn't waste any time. She's found herself a place for her and daughter Eva to live, and is managing to keep an amicable relationship with her ex. Bravo.
Andy Hunter of Mean Magazine gave me an assignment to interview Farnsworth Bentley. I love the man's name so i agreed, though i know absolutely nothing about him.
We were supposed to do the interview over the phone at a certain time, but Mr. Bentley's publicist didn't call to make the connect. I waited for a half an hour before she did call saying that Mr. Bentley was in a meeting and would be running late. That meeting took even longer and i was growing impatient with the whole matter, and called my editor to see what was underfoot. The publicist finally connected us and the interview went smoothly, though there were many annoying interruptions. Mr. Bentley was pleasant enough, though i don't think we could ever be best friends. I have to give him credit for grifting his way into a career as a bon vivant. As long as he doesn't take himself too seriously, and stays away from the booze and the pills, he could have some longevity. Something tells me that won't be the case.
Had an emergency power bitch meeting with my Platinum Oasis Crew. I guess the owner of the Flex Compound doesn't want to let us use the space for our art event. The recent bathhouse stink that is going down is making him want to keep a low profile, like that will help his cause. Homo's never know what is good for them. The Flex is perfect, but we also have plan B, Q and T, but if none of them work out we will just not do it this year, which is fine with me since i have enough on my silver laden plate.
Bricktops on Friday was a veritible hoot. Rebecca Lynn really shined singing a bunch of nifty numbers with a cute combo backing her up. I especially loved her rendition of "I'm a Dreamer, Aren't We All?". Lots of cute kids running about. Every week there are new people checking Bricktops out.
I was in a flurry because Andrew of Gould was on vacation in England, and i'm lost without my pretty Brit. Luckily Cesar Vega helped me. Cesar is a gem.
Mr. Uncertain took the nite off so it was the perfect opportunity for Bricktop to go into rehab. Buster Beaute' the star of Hustler White came by to be guest DJ and host and did a knockout burlesque routine stripping down to his candyapples. The pretty babies seemed to enjoy it.
Fantastic seeing Gwyn Kahn and beau at the club. Gwyn's grandfather is tin pan alley songwriter Gus Kahn. Miss Augusta looked divine. Her Velvet Hammer docu will be shown Wednesday at the American Cinemateque at the Egyptian Theatre. I still haven't seen the film, so i'm anxious to catch a peek.
Dance scholar Jens of East Berlin, came by also. Jens is such a sweetheart. He teaches at a college outside of London. DJ Pirate Jenny seemed to be surrounded in cute young men, and i have a crush on the bubbly butt boy who is a member of Heather Casssil's Toxic Tittie Collective. Gregori Derangere the star of the new movie Bon Voyage was also flirting with me in my boy drag look. He's much handsomer and younger looking in person then in the movie, and his female co-star Virginia Ledoyan is stunning. They stayed till after my show along with the director of Bon Voyage whose name i can't remember.
Last Wed went to dinner with Edith Head, Fertile and his lovely fiance Yadi, to that cute East Indian Vegetarian restaurant on Sunset and Normandie. We were headed to Real Food Daily on LaCienega, but we were all so starved that we decided to go someplace closer. Had a marvy time, and the food was delicious. Love Fertile's fiance. She is sooooo good for him, and quite the vivacious young lady. Miss Edith was also in high spirits and kept me laughing out loud. I'm so proud of Edith. She's taken the break-up of her marriage to Steve of the Vandals, well. The girl doesn't waste any time. She's found herself a place for her and daughter Eva to live, and is managing to keep an amicable relationship with her ex. Bravo.
Andy Hunter of Mean Magazine gave me an assignment to interview Farnsworth Bentley. I love the man's name so i agreed, though i know absolutely nothing about him.
We were supposed to do the interview over the phone at a certain time, but Mr. Bentley's publicist didn't call to make the connect. I waited for a half an hour before she did call saying that Mr. Bentley was in a meeting and would be running late. That meeting took even longer and i was growing impatient with the whole matter, and called my editor to see what was underfoot. The publicist finally connected us and the interview went smoothly, though there were many annoying interruptions. Mr. Bentley was pleasant enough, though i don't think we could ever be best friends. I have to give him credit for grifting his way into a career as a bon vivant. As long as he doesn't take himself too seriously, and stays away from the booze and the pills, he could have some longevity. Something tells me that won't be the case.
Had an emergency power bitch meeting with my Platinum Oasis Crew. I guess the owner of the Flex Compound doesn't want to let us use the space for our art event. The recent bathhouse stink that is going down is making him want to keep a low profile, like that will help his cause. Homo's never know what is good for them. The Flex is perfect, but we also have plan B, Q and T, but if none of them work out we will just not do it this year, which is fine with me since i have enough on my silver laden plate.
Bricktops on Friday was a veritible hoot. Rebecca Lynn really shined singing a bunch of nifty numbers with a cute combo backing her up. I especially loved her rendition of "I'm a Dreamer, Aren't We All?". Lots of cute kids running about. Every week there are new people checking Bricktops out.
I was in a flurry because Andrew of Gould was on vacation in England, and i'm lost without my pretty Brit. Luckily Cesar Vega helped me. Cesar is a gem.
Mr. Uncertain took the nite off so it was the perfect opportunity for Bricktop to go into rehab. Buster Beaute' the star of Hustler White came by to be guest DJ and host and did a knockout burlesque routine stripping down to his candyapples. The pretty babies seemed to enjoy it.
Fantastic seeing Gwyn Kahn and beau at the club. Gwyn's grandfather is tin pan alley songwriter Gus Kahn. Miss Augusta looked divine. Her Velvet Hammer docu will be shown Wednesday at the American Cinemateque at the Egyptian Theatre. I still haven't seen the film, so i'm anxious to catch a peek.
Dance scholar Jens of East Berlin, came by also. Jens is such a sweetheart. He teaches at a college outside of London. DJ Pirate Jenny seemed to be surrounded in cute young men, and i have a crush on the bubbly butt boy who is a member of Heather Casssil's Toxic Tittie Collective. Gregori Derangere the star of the new movie Bon Voyage was also flirting with me in my boy drag look. He's much handsomer and younger looking in person then in the movie, and his female co-star Virginia Ledoyan is stunning. They stayed till after my show along with the director of Bon Voyage whose name i can't remember.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
DARKIE VICTORIOUS
Took handsome little Papa, Frank Rodriguez out to eat at Zero One in the building that use to be the Mongolian BBQ shack, that is on the corner next to the Coral Sands Shopping Sex Center and Grocery Museum. I wanted to go the Korean BBQ on 8th Street but Frankie pie had already been there with his hot boyfriend P's, visiting Montana clan.
I was immediately put off by the hostess who wouldn't let us sit at this window table. She said it was reserved, but no one came to sit there during the course of our meal, which in the case of what i ordered was horrible. I hate asian fusion food. The trendy decor also turned my stomach and although he was somewhat cute, the DJ spinning for the diners was playing awful music, and he seemed like he was wearing a buttplug. The cute boy waiters were all very nice, and i shouldn't have been so bitchy to them just because the ugly hostess was being cunty. I should have spoken up and told the boys my concerns, but i figure the place won't even last two months, so why bother.
Took handsome little Papa, Frank Rodriguez out to eat at Zero One in the building that use to be the Mongolian BBQ shack, that is on the corner next to the Coral Sands Shopping Sex Center and Grocery Museum. I wanted to go the Korean BBQ on 8th Street but Frankie pie had already been there with his hot boyfriend P's, visiting Montana clan.
I was immediately put off by the hostess who wouldn't let us sit at this window table. She said it was reserved, but no one came to sit there during the course of our meal, which in the case of what i ordered was horrible. I hate asian fusion food. The trendy decor also turned my stomach and although he was somewhat cute, the DJ spinning for the diners was playing awful music, and he seemed like he was wearing a buttplug. The cute boy waiters were all very nice, and i shouldn't have been so bitchy to them just because the ugly hostess was being cunty. I should have spoken up and told the boys my concerns, but i figure the place won't even last two months, so why bother.
Monday, April 12, 2004
FIVE FINGER FERN
My birthday was in February and I'm still milking it in April.
My darling Anderson Cooper took me to dinner in J-Town and then to REDCAT at the Dizney Hall to see Peach Blossom Fan, the Chinese Opera that Stephin Merritt of the Magnetic Fields, wrote the music and lyrics too. We were having so much fun at supper that we lost track of the time, so we missed a couple of minutes of the piece which was beautifully staged and mounted. One of my amazing Platinum Oasis installation artists Michael Casselli (of the burning electricity room) handled the technical direction.
The cast was mostly made up of wide-eyed, bushy tailed Cal Arts Theatre students, and recent grads, which was a little sad, as most of them have no stage presence or oomph to carry off something of this nature---the exception being the pintsize ganymede baby dyke looking boy, who perfectly showboated as the Emperor Fu Norton. The lead actress was a black girl who looked like a tranny, she had a pleasant singing voice, but I felt couldn’t hold the precise movements together and came off a tad flat. Her male suitor fared much better, his lankyness and asphalt hair collick making him the perfect dashing young poet lauryette.
The older equity waver actors really did it for me. Nothing can compare to having a little gravel and texture. especially the settled aged women---the over-the-top black lady who played the Plum Pimp Mama and the knockout dagger Mar'Lou Rosato as the Provincial Governer/Prime Minister.
Stephin Merritt outdid himself with the music and lyrics, the rhymes where delicious in true Merritt fashion. I’m sure he was groaning at some of the rendering by the Cal Arts kids who are too mainstream theatre queeny in their approach to fully do justice to Stephin’s ill musical vision.
I’d sure love to see a Merritt/Ang Lee musical moving picture collaboration. That would be granada!
My birthday was in February and I'm still milking it in April.
My darling Anderson Cooper took me to dinner in J-Town and then to REDCAT at the Dizney Hall to see Peach Blossom Fan, the Chinese Opera that Stephin Merritt of the Magnetic Fields, wrote the music and lyrics too. We were having so much fun at supper that we lost track of the time, so we missed a couple of minutes of the piece which was beautifully staged and mounted. One of my amazing Platinum Oasis installation artists Michael Casselli (of the burning electricity room) handled the technical direction.
The cast was mostly made up of wide-eyed, bushy tailed Cal Arts Theatre students, and recent grads, which was a little sad, as most of them have no stage presence or oomph to carry off something of this nature---the exception being the pintsize ganymede baby dyke looking boy, who perfectly showboated as the Emperor Fu Norton. The lead actress was a black girl who looked like a tranny, she had a pleasant singing voice, but I felt couldn’t hold the precise movements together and came off a tad flat. Her male suitor fared much better, his lankyness and asphalt hair collick making him the perfect dashing young poet lauryette.
The older equity waver actors really did it for me. Nothing can compare to having a little gravel and texture. especially the settled aged women---the over-the-top black lady who played the Plum Pimp Mama and the knockout dagger Mar'Lou Rosato as the Provincial Governer/Prime Minister.
Stephin Merritt outdid himself with the music and lyrics, the rhymes where delicious in true Merritt fashion. I’m sure he was groaning at some of the rendering by the Cal Arts kids who are too mainstream theatre queeny in their approach to fully do justice to Stephin’s ill musical vision.
I’d sure love to see a Merritt/Ang Lee musical moving picture collaboration. That would be granada!
Saturday, April 10, 2004
LILLY ST. CYR
Went to the Velvet Hammer’s sparkling presentation of Illuminata at the new Avalon Theatre formerly the Hollywood Palace. Just an amazing spectacle of bountiful bouliciousness. My young goddaughter Michele Carr is a masterful directrice and producer. I’m so proud of her achievements, and to think she started off as one of my discoveries when I made her a Dominette in Pedro Muriel and Esther way back in the early 90s. She’s come along way and has carved her own special niche in the heritage burlesque scene and is destined to conquer, conquer, conquer.
Oh Bricktops, you always amaze me, and with the Ditty Bops performing you can’t go wrong. I’ve been waiting forever to have the girls back and they never disapoint. LA hasn’t seen this much youthful beauty and talent in many years. There is no stopping this group from rising to the high ranks. Their new CD is flawless, and soon everyone will be dripping in the envy and magique that is The D Bops. There aren’t enough words to express my admiration for this group, and the boys in the band-Yowza, the piano man---masculine perfection, a barrel chested cross between silent screen stars George O’Brian and Gilbert Roland---ladies he will make you scream with shrill delight! and the stand up bass player, I was won over immediately with his tousseled hair good lucks and husky, young Gary Cooper aw shucks demeanor. I wonder what his bung hole tastes like? Oh and the group’s photographer what a red hot silver foxxxxxx!!! He got my cooze all wet and hanging, and his publicity photo of Abby and Amanda shimmers.
So many hot celebutantes came out this week a nice mixture of mainstream and underground starinas just the best recipe for a club nite. Pre-Rafaelite lovely, Melissa Auf Der Maur with Josh Homme(Queen of Stone Age) and Brant Bjork. The delish female husband of Stephin Merritt and singer with the Magnetic Fields, Claudia Gonson. New York elite The Dueling Bankheads, Ebony Jett (who now lives in LA). Ron & Russell Mael of Sparks, hotel hunkina Andre’ Belaz with new honey Uma Thurman (looking ravishing now that she dumped that loserick husband of hers Ethan Hawke. The legends legends of LA club royalty Richard Velasco, Tra La La, Henry Peck and Fertile La Toyah Jackson with fiance. Fertile is getting married on May 29th. Bricktops regulars Dan, Monica and Princess Isabella, Mulholland Drive beauty Rebecca Del Rio, and social celebrity Jean Spinosa who brought a gaggle of infamous Bay Area luminaries including Jenna of the late, great literary and arts magazine Flatter with Christine of the Bernal Heights Coven.
I sang a brand new song about Hitler that went like this:
Oh Adolf Hitler
Hitler, Adolf
You’re alive and well tra la la
living it up in Argentina
Oh Mister Hitler, Adolf Hitler baby
they saved your brain, and penii
ooh la la
you’re having lots of sex in
Argentina
Oh Hitler juicy Adolf
you still rule the world
and the Whitehouse
Tar Ta
and you do it so well
from Buenos Aires
Argen-tina
Oh and I got a million emugs wanting to know the lyrics to the new song I sang the other week called Chicken and Waffles. Well here they are for your perusal:
Chicken and Waffles
waffles and chicken
lickity splits
and don’t forgets me
some Harmony grits
Chicken and waffles
waffles and chickens
buttermilk biscuits
I’d love to munch on your
literal Harmony grits
PERPETUAL WAR FOR PERPETUAL PEACE
Just received this great emug from the handsomest man on the planet, writer Mark Simpson, who is responsible for coining the term 'Metrosexual'. We've been friends now for a few years and he has the sharpest mind in all of Christendom. I share with you what he wrote plus the email i wrote him so that there is a little context.
Voila:
Devastating glamourpuss sexkitten
Not only are you terrifyingly pretty you're also frighteningly psychic - i was in the US recently (and met up with a friend/fan of yours, Peter McQuaid)
In the course of my visit i did indeed end up wedged between a couple of paratroopers and ended up ravishing the rump of one of them (the married one).
Though in hindsight I wonder if I wasn't actually the one being ravished - or at least my 'uncut English cock' they kept going on about
but that's straight paratroopers for you.
By the way, I'm writing up the story for Salon so I'll forward you it when it airs - the proceedings were also filmed, but I've yet to summon the courage to sign the model release.
Because of nerves (you may not believe this, but I'm not a natural exhibitionist) I was only able to summon a semi-erection - and with two very friendly young members of america's elite forces on hand to help, what could my excuse be?
Alas, my itinerary didn't take me to southern california, but I'm hoping to make that journey later this year - and then we will be re-united - perhaps I might be able to write about your event for some mag.
Very sorry you haven't had your copy of ST MOZ, but it seems no one has - the publisher's distributor in the us is the same criminally incompetent outfit that distributed THE QUEEN IS DEAD - i've threatened them with all kinds of wrath if they don't get you a copy asap.
When do you leave for East Berlin? I've never visited East Germany or Eastern Europe, even though I have a degree in Eastern European history. The GDR was my favourite Iron Curtain country. I hear that East German boys are so much more aryan than the West German boys.
I think it must be all that mass rapes by the Red Army at the end of the war. The slavs always looked more like the Nazi propaganda heroes than the Nazis.
Mx
----- Original Message -----
From Ms. Davis
marksimpson.com
Sent: Monday, April 05, 2004 8:19 PM
Subject: Re: ST MOZ
darling handsome masculine perfection: i sit here in my humble studio looking out my window at downtown los angeles, thinking of you, and the young hornacious rumps that you've most likely been devasting lately.
Oh those fortunate military youth---seminal depositories, fated to be mandraked by the biggest and the best. Years from now when they look back on your pillaging of their succulent innards, they will sigh heavy in kind.
I've just been involved in the regular doldrums, trying my best to create art in an artless world. Looking forward to finally leaving the U.S. of A for the former GDR, East Berlin. I had a marvelous time their in 2001 spending six glorious months performing and hopping off to other cities for shows and getting the chance to meet you in the fleshy flesh. There is no inspiration in this Los Ang town, so i must leave for better green dolphin streets.
My roaring 20s club Bricktops is going strong. Having a blast putting it on every week, but its tiresome at the same time.
Haven't gotten the St. Moz book yet. Does you publ have my current mailing address?
Vaginal Davis Jr.
Cheese Endique Trifecta
P.O. Box 741-278
Hancock Park, CA 90004-9278
USA
When will you be visiting the colonies? In July Ron and I may be putting together another Platinum Oasis art event, this time in a bathhouse----yummy. Of course everyone will wind up having lots of sex, except me. The storina of my life.
i remain your devoted and loving loyal servant
keeper of the flame and sacred cult of Mark Simpson, the demi-god.
Vagimula
Went to the Velvet Hammer’s sparkling presentation of Illuminata at the new Avalon Theatre formerly the Hollywood Palace. Just an amazing spectacle of bountiful bouliciousness. My young goddaughter Michele Carr is a masterful directrice and producer. I’m so proud of her achievements, and to think she started off as one of my discoveries when I made her a Dominette in Pedro Muriel and Esther way back in the early 90s. She’s come along way and has carved her own special niche in the heritage burlesque scene and is destined to conquer, conquer, conquer.
Oh Bricktops, you always amaze me, and with the Ditty Bops performing you can’t go wrong. I’ve been waiting forever to have the girls back and they never disapoint. LA hasn’t seen this much youthful beauty and talent in many years. There is no stopping this group from rising to the high ranks. Their new CD is flawless, and soon everyone will be dripping in the envy and magique that is The D Bops. There aren’t enough words to express my admiration for this group, and the boys in the band-Yowza, the piano man---masculine perfection, a barrel chested cross between silent screen stars George O’Brian and Gilbert Roland---ladies he will make you scream with shrill delight! and the stand up bass player, I was won over immediately with his tousseled hair good lucks and husky, young Gary Cooper aw shucks demeanor. I wonder what his bung hole tastes like? Oh and the group’s photographer what a red hot silver foxxxxxx!!! He got my cooze all wet and hanging, and his publicity photo of Abby and Amanda shimmers.
So many hot celebutantes came out this week a nice mixture of mainstream and underground starinas just the best recipe for a club nite. Pre-Rafaelite lovely, Melissa Auf Der Maur with Josh Homme(Queen of Stone Age) and Brant Bjork. The delish female husband of Stephin Merritt and singer with the Magnetic Fields, Claudia Gonson. New York elite The Dueling Bankheads, Ebony Jett (who now lives in LA). Ron & Russell Mael of Sparks, hotel hunkina Andre’ Belaz with new honey Uma Thurman (looking ravishing now that she dumped that loserick husband of hers Ethan Hawke. The legends legends of LA club royalty Richard Velasco, Tra La La, Henry Peck and Fertile La Toyah Jackson with fiance. Fertile is getting married on May 29th. Bricktops regulars Dan, Monica and Princess Isabella, Mulholland Drive beauty Rebecca Del Rio, and social celebrity Jean Spinosa who brought a gaggle of infamous Bay Area luminaries including Jenna of the late, great literary and arts magazine Flatter with Christine of the Bernal Heights Coven.
I sang a brand new song about Hitler that went like this:
Oh Adolf Hitler
Hitler, Adolf
You’re alive and well tra la la
living it up in Argentina
Oh Mister Hitler, Adolf Hitler baby
they saved your brain, and penii
ooh la la
you’re having lots of sex in
Argentina
Oh Hitler juicy Adolf
you still rule the world
and the Whitehouse
Tar Ta
and you do it so well
from Buenos Aires
Argen-tina
Oh and I got a million emugs wanting to know the lyrics to the new song I sang the other week called Chicken and Waffles. Well here they are for your perusal:
Chicken and Waffles
waffles and chicken
lickity splits
and don’t forgets me
some Harmony grits
Chicken and waffles
waffles and chickens
buttermilk biscuits
I’d love to munch on your
literal Harmony grits
PERPETUAL WAR FOR PERPETUAL PEACE
Just received this great emug from the handsomest man on the planet, writer Mark Simpson, who is responsible for coining the term 'Metrosexual'. We've been friends now for a few years and he has the sharpest mind in all of Christendom. I share with you what he wrote plus the email i wrote him so that there is a little context.
Voila:
Devastating glamourpuss sexkitten
Not only are you terrifyingly pretty you're also frighteningly psychic - i was in the US recently (and met up with a friend/fan of yours, Peter McQuaid)
In the course of my visit i did indeed end up wedged between a couple of paratroopers and ended up ravishing the rump of one of them (the married one).
Though in hindsight I wonder if I wasn't actually the one being ravished - or at least my 'uncut English cock' they kept going on about
but that's straight paratroopers for you.
By the way, I'm writing up the story for Salon so I'll forward you it when it airs - the proceedings were also filmed, but I've yet to summon the courage to sign the model release.
Because of nerves (you may not believe this, but I'm not a natural exhibitionist) I was only able to summon a semi-erection - and with two very friendly young members of america's elite forces on hand to help, what could my excuse be?
Alas, my itinerary didn't take me to southern california, but I'm hoping to make that journey later this year - and then we will be re-united - perhaps I might be able to write about your event for some mag.
Very sorry you haven't had your copy of ST MOZ, but it seems no one has - the publisher's distributor in the us is the same criminally incompetent outfit that distributed THE QUEEN IS DEAD - i've threatened them with all kinds of wrath if they don't get you a copy asap.
When do you leave for East Berlin? I've never visited East Germany or Eastern Europe, even though I have a degree in Eastern European history. The GDR was my favourite Iron Curtain country. I hear that East German boys are so much more aryan than the West German boys.
I think it must be all that mass rapes by the Red Army at the end of the war. The slavs always looked more like the Nazi propaganda heroes than the Nazis.
Mx
----- Original Message -----
From Ms. Davis
marksimpson.com
Sent: Monday, April 05, 2004 8:19 PM
Subject: Re: ST MOZ
darling handsome masculine perfection: i sit here in my humble studio looking out my window at downtown los angeles, thinking of you, and the young hornacious rumps that you've most likely been devasting lately.
Oh those fortunate military youth---seminal depositories, fated to be mandraked by the biggest and the best. Years from now when they look back on your pillaging of their succulent innards, they will sigh heavy in kind.
I've just been involved in the regular doldrums, trying my best to create art in an artless world. Looking forward to finally leaving the U.S. of A for the former GDR, East Berlin. I had a marvelous time their in 2001 spending six glorious months performing and hopping off to other cities for shows and getting the chance to meet you in the fleshy flesh. There is no inspiration in this Los Ang town, so i must leave for better green dolphin streets.
My roaring 20s club Bricktops is going strong. Having a blast putting it on every week, but its tiresome at the same time.
Haven't gotten the St. Moz book yet. Does you publ have my current mailing address?
Vaginal Davis Jr.
Cheese Endique Trifecta
P.O. Box 741-278
Hancock Park, CA 90004-9278
USA
When will you be visiting the colonies? In July Ron and I may be putting together another Platinum Oasis art event, this time in a bathhouse----yummy. Of course everyone will wind up having lots of sex, except me. The storina of my life.
i remain your devoted and loving loyal servant
keeper of the flame and sacred cult of Mark Simpson, the demi-god.
Vagimula
Monday, April 05, 2004
THUD
I've been on the program lately. It feels good not to drink. Professor Doyle took me to dinner at the new Rowena restaurant Blair. Superb food, and service. I wanted a glass of wine with dinner, but i resisted the temptation. The chef use to be at The Water Grill, and he is really sexy, so is the latino sous chef. Lots of people we knew also eating. Dr. D's cute gallic friend with this girl who owns a gallery in Chinatown on North Broadway and also the mulatto director of the movie Drumline was eating with one of the Outfest board of directors, a lovely black lady who is a major studio executrix.
had a joyous meeting with Steven Vowels the mgr of the Flex Compound. He seems to be congenial about our having an art event on the premises. If it happens it will be a historic occasion.
Bricktops was pure genius. Anna Biller a sweet Cal Arts girl performed as Miss Pettyflowers with a male companion. They sang a trib to Gertrude Lawrence that involved music from the 1900s to the 1960's. Great costumes that Anna makes herself.
The Heatherette fashion collective came by with a bunch of pals along with tranny oddity Amanda LePore. Sudanese model Alek Wek stopped in with directors Antoine Fuquo and the Michael Gondry who directed the latest Jim Carey flick. Lots of people dressed to the 9ines. Just the way i like it at Bricky's.
I've been on the program lately. It feels good not to drink. Professor Doyle took me to dinner at the new Rowena restaurant Blair. Superb food, and service. I wanted a glass of wine with dinner, but i resisted the temptation. The chef use to be at The Water Grill, and he is really sexy, so is the latino sous chef. Lots of people we knew also eating. Dr. D's cute gallic friend with this girl who owns a gallery in Chinatown on North Broadway and also the mulatto director of the movie Drumline was eating with one of the Outfest board of directors, a lovely black lady who is a major studio executrix.
had a joyous meeting with Steven Vowels the mgr of the Flex Compound. He seems to be congenial about our having an art event on the premises. If it happens it will be a historic occasion.
Bricktops was pure genius. Anna Biller a sweet Cal Arts girl performed as Miss Pettyflowers with a male companion. They sang a trib to Gertrude Lawrence that involved music from the 1900s to the 1960's. Great costumes that Anna makes herself.
The Heatherette fashion collective came by with a bunch of pals along with tranny oddity Amanda LePore. Sudanese model Alek Wek stopped in with directors Antoine Fuquo and the Michael Gondry who directed the latest Jim Carey flick. Lots of people dressed to the 9ines. Just the way i like it at Bricky's.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
COME BACK LITTLE BATHSHEBA
When i saw those images in the newspaper, i thought it was some charcoaled pinata that those men were beating with a shoe. Then i read the article attached. Horrific. The countdown to Armegeddon is just beginning. Mind you the other night i received a vision about a giant earthquake that will happen in Los Angeles in the next month. There isn't going to be any way you can prepare for this one.
When i saw those images in the newspaper, i thought it was some charcoaled pinata that those men were beating with a shoe. Then i read the article attached. Horrific. The countdown to Armegeddon is just beginning. Mind you the other night i received a vision about a giant earthquake that will happen in Los Angeles in the next month. There isn't going to be any way you can prepare for this one.
MR BLANDINGS
Books I must read: ""Too Much Flesh and Jabez", "White on Black on White" and
"A Starbright Lie" all by Coleman Dowell.
Went to see "The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". Best performances by Jim Carrey ever. I usually hate him and his mugging, that is in the Robin Williams school of needing too much attention, but this time out, he was really subdued, and he reminded me of the same Jim Carrey I use to know back in the 80s when he went out with my friend Kelly Stallings, and was shy and retiring. Kate Winslet is super amazing in the film and Mark Ruffalo just makes me want to scream and bite him, he’s so damn sexy with those lips and that thick full hair, plus he has a bubble butt and may I say that Kirsten Dunst is a very good young actress, but she sure is haggy for such a young girl. By the time she’s 30 she will look 50, which only adds to her charm.
Oh I forgot to relay that I saw Lypsinka at the Stammer Buffet. I guess she was trying to work a butch look. I hope it paid off for her.
Books I must read: ""Too Much Flesh and Jabez", "White on Black on White" and
"A Starbright Lie" all by Coleman Dowell.
Went to see "The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind". Best performances by Jim Carrey ever. I usually hate him and his mugging, that is in the Robin Williams school of needing too much attention, but this time out, he was really subdued, and he reminded me of the same Jim Carrey I use to know back in the 80s when he went out with my friend Kelly Stallings, and was shy and retiring. Kate Winslet is super amazing in the film and Mark Ruffalo just makes me want to scream and bite him, he’s so damn sexy with those lips and that thick full hair, plus he has a bubble butt and may I say that Kirsten Dunst is a very good young actress, but she sure is haggy for such a young girl. By the time she’s 30 she will look 50, which only adds to her charm.
Oh I forgot to relay that I saw Lypsinka at the Stammer Buffet. I guess she was trying to work a butch look. I hope it paid off for her.
Monday, March 29, 2004
FARFLUNG
Hosted Far Fetched event for the Foundation for Art Resources (Far) Saturday. The event took place at this 1920s warehouse space that is below the 4100 Bar (formerly the Detour) The first time I performed at this space was almost 20 years ago for this party put on by Mickey Petralia and the Power Tools gang. My performance group The Afro Sisters were the headliners and opening up for us was Jane’s Addiction. It was the second time they opened for me. One of their first gigs was at a Theoretical Party at the Park Plaza Hotel in MacArthur Park, and I was the headliner for that too. The sound was really murky. My Bricktops performance wasn’t really suited to the space. The FAR gang did a good job cleaning the place up. The building is used for rock video and movie filming and is owned by the same people who rent out the Antonio Moreno Silverlake mansion.
Mr. Uncertain wasn’t featuring the whole thing. He’s such a snob. Well to be honest, I felt like I was turning into that drag queen hostess Momma, with doing a raffle. What next bingo?
Drank way too much. Got home and hurled up all over myself before making it to the toilet. Disgusting.
The next day i felt miserable. Ate at the Last Cap b4 the 101. Unseasonably warm, hate it. Slept all day till early evening, then went to Mrs. Stammer for the sunday buffet. Lots of fugmos. Played it aloof and one Garden Grover asked if he could give me a massage. He said the magick word, and proceeded to get the Dolls proverbial gnut. Took Metro back to Hollywood, ate some pizza and called it a night. Too bad i have to wake up early.
Hosted Far Fetched event for the Foundation for Art Resources (Far) Saturday. The event took place at this 1920s warehouse space that is below the 4100 Bar (formerly the Detour) The first time I performed at this space was almost 20 years ago for this party put on by Mickey Petralia and the Power Tools gang. My performance group The Afro Sisters were the headliners and opening up for us was Jane’s Addiction. It was the second time they opened for me. One of their first gigs was at a Theoretical Party at the Park Plaza Hotel in MacArthur Park, and I was the headliner for that too. The sound was really murky. My Bricktops performance wasn’t really suited to the space. The FAR gang did a good job cleaning the place up. The building is used for rock video and movie filming and is owned by the same people who rent out the Antonio Moreno Silverlake mansion.
Mr. Uncertain wasn’t featuring the whole thing. He’s such a snob. Well to be honest, I felt like I was turning into that drag queen hostess Momma, with doing a raffle. What next bingo?
Drank way too much. Got home and hurled up all over myself before making it to the toilet. Disgusting.
The next day i felt miserable. Ate at the Last Cap b4 the 101. Unseasonably warm, hate it. Slept all day till early evening, then went to Mrs. Stammer for the sunday buffet. Lots of fugmos. Played it aloof and one Garden Grover asked if he could give me a massage. He said the magick word, and proceeded to get the Dolls proverbial gnut. Took Metro back to Hollywood, ate some pizza and called it a night. Too bad i have to wake up early.
Saturday, March 27, 2004
Was taken to dinner last week for my birthelday by the great Karol DeGraffenreid and her handsome Scandanavian husband Kejhl Johansen to Musso & Frank. We had a delightful time, laughing the night away. Lots of olde time stars like Tony Curtis were eating next to us, plus some bland rock n rollers from groups that I don’t even know, but everyone else seemed to recognize them. Kejhl use to be in the old art punk band The Urinals. He still does music, but his day job is a lawyer with the LA District Attorney’s office. I really have a varied group of friends.
Had a breaky get-to-gether with Meesh of the Epiladies at the Brite Spot in Echo Park. They are under new management. I hate change, but maybe its for the best. They redesigned the mens restroom so now you don’t have to be a fidget to use it. I also got together with Jeffreyland Hilbert UK and Miss Morgan of Rhodes. We had a hoot of a girlfriend friendly time. Jeffreyland may be from Idaho, but he is blacker then me and Morgan combined.
Bricktops Enrico Caruso Nite was a smash hit. Alex Garcia of Club Chubb performed singing two arias, and he is mega talented. He didn’t even use a microphone, but he projected so well, no one had a hard time hearing him. Just brilliant. Ruben Studard watch out, there’s a new teddy bear in town, with a cock ring. Lots of cute kids and new faces. My big dicked ginger headed boy came into the DJ booth to give me a whiff of all that stuffed in his pantaloons. Wowza!!!!! Semi regular Tim Armstrong of Rancid and his nicely dressed posse showed up along with Sammy Naceri the French/Arab star of the film "La Mentale". Bibbe Hansen and Sean Carrillo were also looking splendid, as well as Don & Augusta, Albert of Watts, Jean Spinosa, Marky M and his cute boy brigade, Norman Ghoulsen of the Acres, Richard "Al Jolsen" Halperin, and a scantily clad Maggie Gyllenhaal. I love you Mag, but I wish you’d bring your brother Jake to the club. I’d like to suck on him.
Had a breaky get-to-gether with Meesh of the Epiladies at the Brite Spot in Echo Park. They are under new management. I hate change, but maybe its for the best. They redesigned the mens restroom so now you don’t have to be a fidget to use it. I also got together with Jeffreyland Hilbert UK and Miss Morgan of Rhodes. We had a hoot of a girlfriend friendly time. Jeffreyland may be from Idaho, but he is blacker then me and Morgan combined.
Bricktops Enrico Caruso Nite was a smash hit. Alex Garcia of Club Chubb performed singing two arias, and he is mega talented. He didn’t even use a microphone, but he projected so well, no one had a hard time hearing him. Just brilliant. Ruben Studard watch out, there’s a new teddy bear in town, with a cock ring. Lots of cute kids and new faces. My big dicked ginger headed boy came into the DJ booth to give me a whiff of all that stuffed in his pantaloons. Wowza!!!!! Semi regular Tim Armstrong of Rancid and his nicely dressed posse showed up along with Sammy Naceri the French/Arab star of the film "La Mentale". Bibbe Hansen and Sean Carrillo were also looking splendid, as well as Don & Augusta, Albert of Watts, Jean Spinosa, Marky M and his cute boy brigade, Norman Ghoulsen of the Acres, Richard "Al Jolsen" Halperin, and a scantily clad Maggie Gyllenhaal. I love you Mag, but I wish you’d bring your brother Jake to the club. I’d like to suck on him.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
PASSAGE TO MARSEILLE
Bricktops is so unpredictable. I never know what to expect every Friday. Had a wonderful night---the theme was completely goofball---- a Saint Patrick’s Day Fellatio Party. Whatever that means. I guess it was wishful thinking on my part that all the men would just start pulling out their penises. Shannon Kelley who use to be a main programmer with Outfest was the special guest. He played cello and sang beautifully some Irish songs and shanty’s. It was joyous. I created an original ditty that went like this:
"Pull a train on me,
come on you can do it.
the giddy abandon of the gang bang is just a rite of passage
young men have to go through, so
you have my permission to pull a train on me."
You could have heard a pin drop during that number.
I don’t understand it, but a ton of famous people were at the club. One of my favorite French actresses Isabelle Adjani(Queen Margo/The Story of Adele H) looked incredible. I couldn’t tell if she has had plastic surgery. She must have---the woman looks really young, and she's at least 50 by now.
Yuguslav tennis star Svetozar Marinkovic who use to be married to Mike Tyson’s ex, Robin Givens came with Swiss Tennis pro Roger Federer who is really young, sexy and hot hot hot!!!! I wonder if the two Europeans are fudgepacking each other.
Alex Kapranos of the Scottish band Franz Ferdinand, was really taking quite a lsuper duper liking to Mr. Uncertain, so was one of my favorite underrated actors Matthew Lillard(Scooby Doo), aussie hunkina Heath Ledger, Mark Ruffalo, Josh Schwartz, the producer or write of some TV show called Orange County and Gonzaga college basketball cutie Cory Violette rounded out the crazed mix of partygoers. There was even this strange model/actor couple who came to the DJ booth asking if the music i was playing was all that would be heard all night. They obviously stumbled into the club unaware of the theme, but they stayed till closing which i didn't expect.
Bricktops is so unpredictable. I never know what to expect every Friday. Had a wonderful night---the theme was completely goofball---- a Saint Patrick’s Day Fellatio Party. Whatever that means. I guess it was wishful thinking on my part that all the men would just start pulling out their penises. Shannon Kelley who use to be a main programmer with Outfest was the special guest. He played cello and sang beautifully some Irish songs and shanty’s. It was joyous. I created an original ditty that went like this:
"Pull a train on me,
come on you can do it.
the giddy abandon of the gang bang is just a rite of passage
young men have to go through, so
you have my permission to pull a train on me."
You could have heard a pin drop during that number.
I don’t understand it, but a ton of famous people were at the club. One of my favorite French actresses Isabelle Adjani(Queen Margo/The Story of Adele H) looked incredible. I couldn’t tell if she has had plastic surgery. She must have---the woman looks really young, and she's at least 50 by now.
Yuguslav tennis star Svetozar Marinkovic who use to be married to Mike Tyson’s ex, Robin Givens came with Swiss Tennis pro Roger Federer who is really young, sexy and hot hot hot!!!! I wonder if the two Europeans are fudgepacking each other.
Alex Kapranos of the Scottish band Franz Ferdinand, was really taking quite a lsuper duper liking to Mr. Uncertain, so was one of my favorite underrated actors Matthew Lillard(Scooby Doo), aussie hunkina Heath Ledger, Mark Ruffalo, Josh Schwartz, the producer or write of some TV show called Orange County and Gonzaga college basketball cutie Cory Violette rounded out the crazed mix of partygoers. There was even this strange model/actor couple who came to the DJ booth asking if the music i was playing was all that would be heard all night. They obviously stumbled into the club unaware of the theme, but they stayed till closing which i didn't expect.
Saturday, March 13, 2004
THE WEEK THAT BLURRED
Due to my silly sickness the last week or so is very hesitant. This is all that i could remember:
Doug Gordon took me and Tommy Gear of the Screamers to a nice dinner at this designy Pho noodle house in Silverlake. Doug gave me very sweet birthday presents that i adore. Tommy gave me preview of the new book he has designed for Lyle Ashton Harris. Its quite beautiful. I need to get busy and work on my book.
Had breaky with Lady Bunny and Ebony Jett at House of Pies. I was feeling lousy. First time i've eaten at HOP since Mary Magdalene's death. Felt strange. Bunny is in town DJing for some MACY event at the BEv Center. Crazy as ever. She wrote a song for Lady Miss Kier that George Clinton has also added some vocals and riffs. Wow
Andreas returns from San Francisco. He's staying with me at my little apartment. Not much room.
Debbie King and Tim's band Maw & Paw perform at Bricktops for our William Butler Yates night. Nice crowd, cute kids in the band. Debbie is a hot star, i just love her!!!!! My sickness put me in the worse mood and of course I did the worse performance ever, my singing really sucked.
Did formal yard sale. Lots of people came out. Everyone thinks i'm leaving in a week or so. I'll still be here for some time, one can't change countries in a second.
Had to send Andreas packing. Not enough room for two people when one is sick with a cold. Thank god Daddy took him in. Poor Andreas isn't exactly connecting with the mensis here in Los Ang. Wish i could be a better host, but i'm not feeling well.
Friday at Bricktops its a salute to Valaida Snow with a marvelous performance by My Barbarian. Malik wrote a brand new musical score. All three of the kids in high spirits with great singing and choreography. Lovely crowd of cuties.
Sexy Roddy Bottom of Imperial Teen came by, Don Bolles of the Germs and Lukas Haas who plays Don in the movie about the Germs. Bibbe Hansen looking gorgeous with new hairstyle. Great seeing newlyweds Tulsa Kinney and Charlie Rappelye.
I'm not feeling well, but i rise to the occasion and belt out a little ditty about the Passion of the Christ that goes like this:
The Passion
the passion of the Jesus p. christ child
Its not a sin
for me to not be featuring
Mel Gibson
Due to my silly sickness the last week or so is very hesitant. This is all that i could remember:
Doug Gordon took me and Tommy Gear of the Screamers to a nice dinner at this designy Pho noodle house in Silverlake. Doug gave me very sweet birthday presents that i adore. Tommy gave me preview of the new book he has designed for Lyle Ashton Harris. Its quite beautiful. I need to get busy and work on my book.
Had breaky with Lady Bunny and Ebony Jett at House of Pies. I was feeling lousy. First time i've eaten at HOP since Mary Magdalene's death. Felt strange. Bunny is in town DJing for some MACY event at the BEv Center. Crazy as ever. She wrote a song for Lady Miss Kier that George Clinton has also added some vocals and riffs. Wow
Andreas returns from San Francisco. He's staying with me at my little apartment. Not much room.
Debbie King and Tim's band Maw & Paw perform at Bricktops for our William Butler Yates night. Nice crowd, cute kids in the band. Debbie is a hot star, i just love her!!!!! My sickness put me in the worse mood and of course I did the worse performance ever, my singing really sucked.
Did formal yard sale. Lots of people came out. Everyone thinks i'm leaving in a week or so. I'll still be here for some time, one can't change countries in a second.
Had to send Andreas packing. Not enough room for two people when one is sick with a cold. Thank god Daddy took him in. Poor Andreas isn't exactly connecting with the mensis here in Los Ang. Wish i could be a better host, but i'm not feeling well.
Friday at Bricktops its a salute to Valaida Snow with a marvelous performance by My Barbarian. Malik wrote a brand new musical score. All three of the kids in high spirits with great singing and choreography. Lovely crowd of cuties.
Sexy Roddy Bottom of Imperial Teen came by, Don Bolles of the Germs and Lukas Haas who plays Don in the movie about the Germs. Bibbe Hansen looking gorgeous with new hairstyle. Great seeing newlyweds Tulsa Kinney and Charlie Rappelye.
I'm not feeling well, but i rise to the occasion and belt out a little ditty about the Passion of the Christ that goes like this:
The Passion
the passion of the Jesus p. christ child
Its not a sin
for me to not be featuring
Mel Gibson
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