When i was in England doing Visions, Bruce LaBruce and i got into the subject of actor Barry Brown. He was a young actor from the early 1970s who appeared in a lot of TV shows of that era like Marcus Welby MD, Rhoda, Gunsmoke and also some movies like Robert Benton's amazing ironic western "Bad Company" that also starred Jeff Bridges and the Peter Bogdanovich bomb of Henry James' "Daisy Miller" starring Cybil Shephard. Of course La Bruce and i both loved Daisy Miller.
But getting back to Barry Brown. I was vaguely connected to him via the punk scene of the late 1970s. He was a friend and sometime fuck buddy of my Brazilian pal Wagner Vieira who is now dead from Mrs. AIDS. I remember in 1978 that Wagner was very distraught when Barry Brown killed himself in the bar/restaurant The Frog Pond on Hyperion in Silverlake. From what i remember he shot himself, but Bruce La Bruce seemed to be under the impression that he hung himself from the rafters, and when his boyfriend the owner opened the place up discovered his gruesome remains. La Bruce says that he killed himself because his homo relationship was souring or some such nonsense. Its been over 20 years, so i can't remember why he took his life. I'm sure Wagner told me, but since i didn't know him that well it didn't resonate. He was very cute though, in that late 70s speed freak sort of way. I didn't see any of his movies until a year or so before he died when they came on late night on TV. That same year my sister Teresa's best friend Luigi died in a tragic accident at the Ambassador Hotel. That place sure is haunted. Poor little Luigi was this shy skinny blonde girl from Manhattan Beach who lived at New Hampshire and Olympic and worked on Wilshire Blvd at Farmers Insurance. In those days Wilshire Blvd was the Insurance Capital of the West. Luigi was only about 25 two years younger then Barry Brown when he killed himself. Every morning before work. Luigi would swim at the giant Olympic sized pool at the Ambassador Hotel Health Club. There were these lights above the pool and i guess one of them fell into the water and electrocuted her. Someone else was in the pool, but on the other end, so they were not affected. I had even applied for a summer job at the Ambassador working for the health club in the Tennis Dept. Luckily i never got a call back.
A few years later in the early 80s the owner of the Melrose Avenue store Fire hung himself in the window. People just thought it was a twisted window display. The store had very new wave clothes and was just a block up from Retail Slut where i worked. It wasn't into late in the afternoon that someone realized it was the actual body of the owner, who ended his life because he found out he had the Mrs. AIDS. Those kinds of suicides were the norm during that period of time.
Monday, June 09, 2003
Sunday, June 08, 2003
I had some time to kill and although i was wanting to see another movie, I wound up seeing the Matrix Re-Loaded if that's what its called. These computer generated films look like they are the bad cartoon equivalent to the Roadrunner series. I guess co-director Larry Wachowski is so pussy whipped by Mistress Ilsa Strix that his concentration got blown away or maybe its all the female hormones he's taking. Mistress Ilsa aka: Dizney aka: Karen Winslow is the sexy dom that
I use to work with in her private dungeon in Los Feliz, sandwiched between Lily Tomlin and the Danny DeVito/Rhea Pearlman compounds. I loved working with Mistress Ilsa, she's one sharp tack. A lot of dom's these days seem more like ho's with a whip, but Mistress IL was the real deal and a very credible lady. I remember Ms. Wachowski as a highbrow client, but it would have never dawned on me that their relationship would have progressed into something beyond the professional. Also since Mistress IL was in a committed relationship with her FTM husband Master Jake Miller. Who I've known for umpteenth years, even during the days he was a successful Olympic athlete and model named Laura. Well i guess he decided to sell the story of their breakup to the National Enquirer. I guess I'd be pissed too, if the one i loved left me for a uber wealthy, but kinky film director.
But getting back to reviewing the Matrix film. The only good scene was when Keanu Reeves heart fisted his butch top girlfriend Carrie Moss. And what with poor Lawrence Fishbourne. Besides his
gigantic pores that look like meteor craters on the big ToddAO screen he has 88 chins and a brontosaurus neck. I remember when he use to be doorman of Contemporary Space in Hollywood, Janet Cunningham's after hours art gallery, back in the early 80s.
Took Hector to Big Fat D. . . Mario Lopez' thursday nite party at Fubar. Hector wanted to celebrate closing a big deal with his new company.Honestly i wanted to go to Chico's of Montebello and see the hot latin male strippers, but they don't do their stuff on thursday nights so Fubar became plan 2. BFD has a slightly older crowd then Mario's Saturday party Hot Dog at the Parlour Club. Mario was looking hunky and fit as ever with those amazing gleaming nuclear white teeth of his. The boy is a mega beauty in every sense of the imagination. No wonder Jackie Beat is so enamored of him. I'd give him my last paycheck and go hungry just to be able to stick my nose up his cootchie.
Caught a glimmer of Alexis Arquette. He must be preparing for a new movie role, because he was un-recognizeable as he was fluffing boys for their big plow the melon contest that was taking place later in the evening. We didn't stay for the hijinks that would undoubtedly ensue, even though there were some very handsome men afloat. Hector's white boy meter was on overload. He
could barely contain his busty lusty. Ran into hot couple St'Eve Hall and Glen, Brian Rabin looking very sleek and figure skater trim, sporting a summer blonde doo. Also it was great seeing Richard Velasco, who looks amazing. I've known Ms. Velasco since the late 70s. She use to do the windows at Maxfields and is one hell of a creative lady and LA legendina. I've seen pictures of her in the late 60s and early 70s and she was one of the most amazing beauties that ever existed during her flaming youth.
I don't know why, but we then went to the Wet Undewear Contest at the Gauntlet II. Let me just say that was a big mistake. A somewhat muscular Asian or Latin looking man starting flirting with me, but he was such a mess---either drugs, drinking, low self esteem damage-----or a combination thereof-----that i had to run away from him. Yowza!
I use to work with in her private dungeon in Los Feliz, sandwiched between Lily Tomlin and the Danny DeVito/Rhea Pearlman compounds. I loved working with Mistress Ilsa, she's one sharp tack. A lot of dom's these days seem more like ho's with a whip, but Mistress IL was the real deal and a very credible lady. I remember Ms. Wachowski as a highbrow client, but it would have never dawned on me that their relationship would have progressed into something beyond the professional. Also since Mistress IL was in a committed relationship with her FTM husband Master Jake Miller. Who I've known for umpteenth years, even during the days he was a successful Olympic athlete and model named Laura. Well i guess he decided to sell the story of their breakup to the National Enquirer. I guess I'd be pissed too, if the one i loved left me for a uber wealthy, but kinky film director.
But getting back to reviewing the Matrix film. The only good scene was when Keanu Reeves heart fisted his butch top girlfriend Carrie Moss. And what with poor Lawrence Fishbourne. Besides his
gigantic pores that look like meteor craters on the big ToddAO screen he has 88 chins and a brontosaurus neck. I remember when he use to be doorman of Contemporary Space in Hollywood, Janet Cunningham's after hours art gallery, back in the early 80s.
Took Hector to Big Fat D. . . Mario Lopez' thursday nite party at Fubar. Hector wanted to celebrate closing a big deal with his new company.Honestly i wanted to go to Chico's of Montebello and see the hot latin male strippers, but they don't do their stuff on thursday nights so Fubar became plan 2. BFD has a slightly older crowd then Mario's Saturday party Hot Dog at the Parlour Club. Mario was looking hunky and fit as ever with those amazing gleaming nuclear white teeth of his. The boy is a mega beauty in every sense of the imagination. No wonder Jackie Beat is so enamored of him. I'd give him my last paycheck and go hungry just to be able to stick my nose up his cootchie.
Caught a glimmer of Alexis Arquette. He must be preparing for a new movie role, because he was un-recognizeable as he was fluffing boys for their big plow the melon contest that was taking place later in the evening. We didn't stay for the hijinks that would undoubtedly ensue, even though there were some very handsome men afloat. Hector's white boy meter was on overload. He
could barely contain his busty lusty. Ran into hot couple St'Eve Hall and Glen, Brian Rabin looking very sleek and figure skater trim, sporting a summer blonde doo. Also it was great seeing Richard Velasco, who looks amazing. I've known Ms. Velasco since the late 70s. She use to do the windows at Maxfields and is one hell of a creative lady and LA legendina. I've seen pictures of her in the late 60s and early 70s and she was one of the most amazing beauties that ever existed during her flaming youth.
I don't know why, but we then went to the Wet Undewear Contest at the Gauntlet II. Let me just say that was a big mistake. A somewhat muscular Asian or Latin looking man starting flirting with me, but he was such a mess---either drugs, drinking, low self esteem damage-----or a combination thereof-----that i had to run away from him. Yowza!
Saturday, June 07, 2003
Received over 20 emails from fans in Birmingham, England and London thanking me for "Visions of Excess" the endurance performance event I co-curated with Ron Athey for the Fierce Festival. A lot of these people said they cried during Ron’s performance piece "The Solar Anus" Ron was shaking like he was epileptic as he rammed the giant dildos connected to his high heels up his asstrovar. The highly charged music that goes with the piece really illicits a vibro response from an audience. It was the perfect way to end the performance section of the festivities that evening though the party out of bounds portion raged on until the sun shone brightly.
Its now official, Ron and I are being invited back to England to scout locations for a UK Tour. Wow. I’m really excited.
Bricktops Friday was full of surprises. The first came in the form of Pat Loud of the famous Loud family and her husband. For those of you too young to remember. The Loud Family which included gay son Lance, were part of TV history in the early 70s when they were followed by a documentary crew for PBS. The series is the procurser to todays reality TV shows, albeit a much smarter variant. Lance Loud was a a dear friend of mine and died a few years ago. He and his mother would throw some of the most marvelous dinner parties you could imagine at their small house on Fountain Avenue. The attendees were some of the smartest, most creative and enfluential people of all the 14 continents of the southwestern world. Before Lance died he brought his estranged parents back together and it was incredible having them at my soiree. They came to see Kristian Hoffman perform. Kristian and Lance formed the great band The Mumps, which was one of NYC’s first punk bands and one of my all-time favorite bands. Kristian told me that Pat saw the original Bricktop perform in New York right before she died, and Mrs. Loud who was looking quite stunning told me that I remind her of Bricktop, because Bricktop had swollen legs and wore little tiny slippers, and I was wearing little tiny ballet slippers before changing into heels for the show. I even had a swollen knee.
How’s that for a hot tidbit? Kristian put on a dynamic performance as is his usual standard, he is a great showman. It was also fantastic seeing Joe Berardi of the Fibonnaci’s on percussion. The evening began with another surprise, a visit from Tom and Aldo from Budapest, Hungary who played some lovely atmosphere music on guitar and mandolin. Mr. UnCertain was also in top form and I did a 20s version of The Nymphs "Sad and Damned". I’ve always loved that song and was quite close to Inger Lorre during her modeling days when she first formed the band with Bobby Belltower who lived in the famous Karnak Apt building with me back in the 80s----gosh those were fun times. I partied hearty at the Karnak which was built in the 20s by Paramount Pictures to house their young ingenues. Paramount built several Egyptian themed apartments in the area. The Karnak was the best kept and I lived there for 1 year and 9 months along with my Afro Sister,"Pop That Cherry" Jefferson before some carpetbagger bought the building and paid us all to move so he could gentrify it. Don’t let me get started about being gentrified out of a building.
It was also great seeing Bryan Rabin who has become the #1 party planner to the stars and studios, and Richard Velasco wearing quite the dapper outfit. The other celebutantes making the Bricktops scene:
Charlie’s Angels designer Michael Schmidt dressed like a sexy Public Enemy #1, "Jailbait" Velasquez of Cholita fame, the most important woman on the planet Bibbe Hansen with young Chicano hubby and filmmaker Sean Carillo, big fat tittied actress Jennifer Connelly(A Beautiful Mind) who requested a Lilian Roth tune, and that hunky sizzle of an actor Jeremy Sisto who I wouldn’t mind spending a few days scarfing out his ripe bunghole. Oh and the last surprise was seeing my former LA Weekly colleage Ben Adair who is now working for NPR. I adore cute bubble butted Ben and it was nice meeting his girlfriend and their posse. I hope they make Bricktops their regular hang. Oh and don’t let me forget the Zurich, Switzerland brigade of Babs, Cyril, Kara Hunger & Company.
I’ve gotten a lost of requests to see my Bricktops playlist, so here is a partial of that said listina:
"Bilbao" Weba Garretson and the Eastside Sinfionetta
"Avalon" Al Jolsen
"Papa De Da Da" Vernel Bagneres from "One Mo Time"
"Waltz For Stella" The Acres
"Clap Hands Here Comes Charlie" Ben Vereen from "Funny Lady Soundtrack"
"Yonder Over There" Glen Meadmore, from his album "Hot Horny and Born Again"
"Matinee Idol" Rufus Wainwright
"How Far Away Are the Stars?" Victor Banana
"Can’t Help Loving That Man" Helen Morgan original Broadway cast album of "Showboat"
"The Hate Song" Abby Travis
"Single Girl, Married Girl" Pleasure Box from the Carter Family Tribute Album
"Nobody" Bert Williams
"Mountain Greenery" Janet Klein and her Parlour Boys
"Leave it to Jane" Leave It To Jane Soundtrack
"The Laughing Policeman" Charles Penrose with Orchestra From Childrens Songs of the 20s
"I Love Louisa" Fred Astaire
"La Petite Tonkinese" Josephine Baker
"Small Apart" Nora Keyes
Its now official, Ron and I are being invited back to England to scout locations for a UK Tour. Wow. I’m really excited.
Bricktops Friday was full of surprises. The first came in the form of Pat Loud of the famous Loud family and her husband. For those of you too young to remember. The Loud Family which included gay son Lance, were part of TV history in the early 70s when they were followed by a documentary crew for PBS. The series is the procurser to todays reality TV shows, albeit a much smarter variant. Lance Loud was a a dear friend of mine and died a few years ago. He and his mother would throw some of the most marvelous dinner parties you could imagine at their small house on Fountain Avenue. The attendees were some of the smartest, most creative and enfluential people of all the 14 continents of the southwestern world. Before Lance died he brought his estranged parents back together and it was incredible having them at my soiree. They came to see Kristian Hoffman perform. Kristian and Lance formed the great band The Mumps, which was one of NYC’s first punk bands and one of my all-time favorite bands. Kristian told me that Pat saw the original Bricktop perform in New York right before she died, and Mrs. Loud who was looking quite stunning told me that I remind her of Bricktop, because Bricktop had swollen legs and wore little tiny slippers, and I was wearing little tiny ballet slippers before changing into heels for the show. I even had a swollen knee.
How’s that for a hot tidbit? Kristian put on a dynamic performance as is his usual standard, he is a great showman. It was also fantastic seeing Joe Berardi of the Fibonnaci’s on percussion. The evening began with another surprise, a visit from Tom and Aldo from Budapest, Hungary who played some lovely atmosphere music on guitar and mandolin. Mr. UnCertain was also in top form and I did a 20s version of The Nymphs "Sad and Damned". I’ve always loved that song and was quite close to Inger Lorre during her modeling days when she first formed the band with Bobby Belltower who lived in the famous Karnak Apt building with me back in the 80s----gosh those were fun times. I partied hearty at the Karnak which was built in the 20s by Paramount Pictures to house their young ingenues. Paramount built several Egyptian themed apartments in the area. The Karnak was the best kept and I lived there for 1 year and 9 months along with my Afro Sister,"Pop That Cherry" Jefferson before some carpetbagger bought the building and paid us all to move so he could gentrify it. Don’t let me get started about being gentrified out of a building.
It was also great seeing Bryan Rabin who has become the #1 party planner to the stars and studios, and Richard Velasco wearing quite the dapper outfit. The other celebutantes making the Bricktops scene:
Charlie’s Angels designer Michael Schmidt dressed like a sexy Public Enemy #1, "Jailbait" Velasquez of Cholita fame, the most important woman on the planet Bibbe Hansen with young Chicano hubby and filmmaker Sean Carillo, big fat tittied actress Jennifer Connelly(A Beautiful Mind) who requested a Lilian Roth tune, and that hunky sizzle of an actor Jeremy Sisto who I wouldn’t mind spending a few days scarfing out his ripe bunghole. Oh and the last surprise was seeing my former LA Weekly colleage Ben Adair who is now working for NPR. I adore cute bubble butted Ben and it was nice meeting his girlfriend and their posse. I hope they make Bricktops their regular hang. Oh and don’t let me forget the Zurich, Switzerland brigade of Babs, Cyril, Kara Hunger & Company.
I’ve gotten a lost of requests to see my Bricktops playlist, so here is a partial of that said listina:
"Bilbao" Weba Garretson and the Eastside Sinfionetta
"Avalon" Al Jolsen
"Papa De Da Da" Vernel Bagneres from "One Mo Time"
"Waltz For Stella" The Acres
"Clap Hands Here Comes Charlie" Ben Vereen from "Funny Lady Soundtrack"
"Yonder Over There" Glen Meadmore, from his album "Hot Horny and Born Again"
"Matinee Idol" Rufus Wainwright
"How Far Away Are the Stars?" Victor Banana
"Can’t Help Loving That Man" Helen Morgan original Broadway cast album of "Showboat"
"The Hate Song" Abby Travis
"Single Girl, Married Girl" Pleasure Box from the Carter Family Tribute Album
"Nobody" Bert Williams
"Mountain Greenery" Janet Klein and her Parlour Boys
"Leave it to Jane" Leave It To Jane Soundtrack
"The Laughing Policeman" Charles Penrose with Orchestra From Childrens Songs of the 20s
"I Love Louisa" Fred Astaire
"La Petite Tonkinese" Josephine Baker
"Small Apart" Nora Keyes
Thursday, June 05, 2003
i am so absentminded. i forgot to mention that when my plane landed at London's Heathrow Airport it was greeted by a squadron of police. The only explaination the captain gave us was that an incident happened on board.
The other evening i was treated to a superbulous dinner at Capanile on LaBrea Avenue by Dr. Jennifer Doyle of UC Riverside. Dr. Doyle is such a sweet and great lady. I had never dined at the restaurant before and i must say that the service was impeccable. The hostess and waiters doted on us, and we definately did not look as well kept as the other westside diners who are their regular toasted butter. I was surprised that they didn't look down upon us, and later in the evening a few other funky looking people showed up for dinner and were also given good service. I ordered the asparagus soup and the porterhouse steak and we shared the most exquisite bottle of wine, plus a fantagled dessert. Our waiter was a tall square jawed actor type who under normal circumstances would be all squishy and precious, but i couldn't help but like him even though at first i didn't want to. The real beauty of the place was a latin line cook with full suck-u-lent lips that both me and Dr. D. were lusting over. On our way out we even told the nice hostess that he was the beauty prize of the place and needed a spotlight on him.
Today i had lunch with Jose Montana who is a production designer and art director for big budgeted commercials. He rode his bike down from Echo Park and we walked over to 1st and Vigil to eat at Picholine which is one of my favorite places in LA. The cute tall gangly guy was working the counter. It was so marvelous eating there and we even had some chocolate for desert. The desert chef was the most delightful older french man. He was very charming and a bit sexy as well. I gather he is a bit of a dinge queen as he made a point of saying that he loved the "dark" chocolate. I even bought a box of chocolates for Daddy Athey, since he has such the sweet tooth.
It was nice getting together with Jose. I haven't seen him since that time we booth went to 1001 Arabian Nights the hybrid Latin Oddysey, and Gay Middleeastern Nite at Rudolpho's Cantina on Fletcher and Riverside in Silverlake. I dragged lord andrew and Lenny the young elder there last saturday. The Belly dance Review is amazing. But they play too much circuit party music in trying to be something for everyone. Its not someplace i'll go every month since it does cost $15 with a buffet, but every now and then its fun to see a lot of people and be around a scene where i don't know anyone. I fell in love with middleeastern pop music when Marcu and Daniela took me to Salon Oriental in Berlin.
The other evening i was treated to a superbulous dinner at Capanile on LaBrea Avenue by Dr. Jennifer Doyle of UC Riverside. Dr. Doyle is such a sweet and great lady. I had never dined at the restaurant before and i must say that the service was impeccable. The hostess and waiters doted on us, and we definately did not look as well kept as the other westside diners who are their regular toasted butter. I was surprised that they didn't look down upon us, and later in the evening a few other funky looking people showed up for dinner and were also given good service. I ordered the asparagus soup and the porterhouse steak and we shared the most exquisite bottle of wine, plus a fantagled dessert. Our waiter was a tall square jawed actor type who under normal circumstances would be all squishy and precious, but i couldn't help but like him even though at first i didn't want to. The real beauty of the place was a latin line cook with full suck-u-lent lips that both me and Dr. D. were lusting over. On our way out we even told the nice hostess that he was the beauty prize of the place and needed a spotlight on him.
Today i had lunch with Jose Montana who is a production designer and art director for big budgeted commercials. He rode his bike down from Echo Park and we walked over to 1st and Vigil to eat at Picholine which is one of my favorite places in LA. The cute tall gangly guy was working the counter. It was so marvelous eating there and we even had some chocolate for desert. The desert chef was the most delightful older french man. He was very charming and a bit sexy as well. I gather he is a bit of a dinge queen as he made a point of saying that he loved the "dark" chocolate. I even bought a box of chocolates for Daddy Athey, since he has such the sweet tooth.
It was nice getting together with Jose. I haven't seen him since that time we booth went to 1001 Arabian Nights the hybrid Latin Oddysey, and Gay Middleeastern Nite at Rudolpho's Cantina on Fletcher and Riverside in Silverlake. I dragged lord andrew and Lenny the young elder there last saturday. The Belly dance Review is amazing. But they play too much circuit party music in trying to be something for everyone. Its not someplace i'll go every month since it does cost $15 with a buffet, but every now and then its fun to see a lot of people and be around a scene where i don't know anyone. I fell in love with middleeastern pop music when Marcu and Daniela took me to Salon Oriental in Berlin.
Sunday, June 01, 2003
Back from Birmingham. What a success. Our event was denounced by a conservative member of Parliament who said that Ron and I need to seek medical attention for our depravity. You can’t buy that kind of press. We really took Missy mother england by storma. Birmy is an odd little town. I like it better than london, well London is really tired now. Oh did I say that? Yes I’ve officially proclaimed London tired. It was so bizarre to work on Visions of Excess for so long and have it be this idea on paper then have it officially materialize. The best thing was at the technical meeting at the hotel bar when all of the artist converged together. The regular business people and gay pride guests were spooked. It certainly was lovely having Judy Labruce, who premiered a clip from his new movie Rasberry Reich, which is going to put him in line for one day receiving a Mrs. Oscar. Plus one of my best girlfriends in all the world, Glenn Belverio aka Glennda Orgasm who was my celebrity guest DJ,and Kembra from the Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black, who is always pure perfection. And of course they all are giant talents who really made the festivities shine.
Also Slava, the Russian art star and his cute modern dancer Dutch beau Raoul, whose dance company is doing a residency in Cardiff. All the Velvet Hammer Girls: Michelle Hell, Hope and Selene really sparkled!!!!! The Birmy rock crowd were hypnotized by the bewitching sensuality of the Velvets. It seems like England is going through a retro grunge look that isn’t very appealing.
I think the Velvet Hammer girls all had major ms. Gorgeous crushes on sexy Slovenian artist Davide Grassi whose colonoscopy video installation was a huge hit. Marrisa Carnesky did a take on Blue of Noon as a nasty fortune telling tattoed naked lady in a glass cage. I can't wait to see her perform at UCLA's Royce Hall.
Irish lovely Kira O’Reilly did a very intimate one-on-one installation involving a glass of sherry and blood, while her spirited mother Liz warmed everyone’s heart with her showboating. Lee Adams aka: Sexmutant gave it his all as a human vase with a bouquet of flowers stuck up his asstrovar. He even wound up passing out in the name of art. What a fantastic trooper he is!!!!
Udo Kier showed everyone just why he is an international film star and dogma darling with his impersonation of Bataille. Only Udo would want to do an installation based on Bataille’s fued with Jean Paul Sartre and Genet. It was really a coup to have him take part in the event considering he was very busy filming a movie and also making an elegant appearance at the Canne Film Festival with Lars Von Trier and Nicole Kidman.
Everything about Visions was nearly perfect. Such a contrast with working with the tired Outfest film festival. Oh did i call them tired? Aren’t I mean? Lets just put it this way, "Some of us aren’t able"
I was really impressed with the Birmingham Noir kids who did a take on Literature and Evil
and worked diligently as a collective. Ann Marie Pope of Fierce Earth organized them all and thank god for her. No one rocks like Ms. Ann Marie.
Right before the opening of Visions, me and Daddy and Davide and the Velvets went to the Catapult Club at this pub called The Jug of Ale to see one of the cute Birmy Noir boys, Greg
perform with his new band Palomar.He use to have this band called Baxter that was really hot, but they broke up.One of the other Baxter boys, Steve who is also the most adorable sex pud with a fresh face and tight little body was performing with his new combo The Vests. I really enjoyed both bands, and I haven’t liked seeing rock music in a long, long time. The Vests are similar to The Streets who are this critically acclaimed English rap band. Of course the Vests are the real deal, and the lead singer is hysterically funny and they have these two muslim girl go-go dancers wearing school uniforms that makes it even iller. Steve is the drummer and boy can he pound the skins. He is also a little bit of a ginger head and I used him in my Fair to Midland Concubine installation. He was very uninhibited. Shall I say more? No I shant.
We even got some celebrities to attend Visions, namely Ms. Lady Victoria Posh Spice and her handsome cornrow headed hubby David Beckham, who broke his thumb playing
soccer in South Afrika.
Gillian Anderson of X Files fame who was in town for some Zembla magazine launch but got bored of that and decided to check out Visions as well. She got down with Steve, my hornriffic concubine.
I’m just too scared of that Missy Gillian. The girl really knows how to let loose. My co-host Dell, who does this sweet little act called Penii Origami, tied his big Willis in a knot and he and Gill went to town up in Bruce La Bruce’s Trial of Gille de Rais installation.
On Tuesday morning that gemstone, Lady Anna drove me to the Gatwick Aeroport for my long trip back home. Can’t wait till Anna comes visiting LA in July. She is such a fun girl and we instantly became best girlfriends.
Thank god I didn’t have to suffer in a cramped seat next to some crying designer baby on my flight back to Los Ang. I had lots of legg room and plenty of boy eye candy in short shorts to oogle.
Of course there is no rest for the wickedly impaired. I had to get back in the swing of things immediately all jet lag or no jetlag. Rehearsed with Mr. Uncertain for Bricktops and decided to sing a modern Negro Spiritual that I wrote called "Tyrone the Baptiste". Mr. Un was also doing an original song. We work so well together and are always on the same page. Lord Andrew told me that last week while I was away in England that Troy Garity, the sexy actor son of Jane Fonda and Tom Hayden came by and made all the girls swoon. I wish I had a TV so I could see Troy in that cable movie where he plays a soldier who gets killed for having a tranny girlfriend.
Back at Bricktops and it feels good to be home. I really do get an appreciation of Los Ang when I have my gigs elsewhere. It seems like everyone missed and appreciated me. The crowd was loud and boisterous and everyone seemed to be having a good olde fashion time. Some cute young kids came who could really do the fox trot. I loved watching them dance. Mr. Un was in high form. He has really developed into a top rate talent. I wasn’t bad either and I didn’t get too drunk. How's that for professionalism. I even went into a bit of a rap between songs about how that tired casting person for the Will and Grace show wanted me to audition to play the genre stretching part of a sassy black drag queen. I don’t even own a TV so, why would I want to be on some god awful gay situation comedy?
Celebutants this week at Bricktops: Bull dagger pop star Pink, Chris Martin of the band Coldplay with his lady friend, my good girlfriend Gwyneth. Also the surfer/rocker Jack Johnson who is mighty fine and even complimented me on my singing. He said I exude such strength and emotion when I sing. All I could think about was that he was either high or drunk, because I’m not much of a songbird. Hahahahahaha, but I’d sure like to take a swigger on his peterfication.
Sunday Afternoon-I got so many emails from people asking for the text for one of my Bricktop shows that I’ve decided to include it here along with the English translation. Enjoy.
Dios de Gritos
Porque me renuncias
Porque me renuncias
Pinche Mayate feya desgraciada!
Eres una qualqiera, un pedaso de excremente.
Como te atravese cojer a otros dioses en me precencia
Veras mi poder y te are un grano de sal
Y tu nieto el mister quien sabe que! El maricon de los maricones!
Que busqa su mochila de vergas.
Pero por que me molesto con una puta, una puta estupida
Con su apeste tan fatale que me llegar asta el cielo.
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
you tired ugly black thing
you whore
what a filthy putrid piece of excrement you are
how dare you lie down with other gods and worship them before me
I should strike you down and turn you into a pillar of salt
you and that little faggot grandson of yours whatever his name is,
he is a faggots faggot and needs a new bag of dicks
why do I even bother with you
whore, whore
stupid fucking idiotic whore
you smell so bad that the stench
reaches me all the way up here in the heavens
Also Slava, the Russian art star and his cute modern dancer Dutch beau Raoul, whose dance company is doing a residency in Cardiff. All the Velvet Hammer Girls: Michelle Hell, Hope and Selene really sparkled!!!!! The Birmy rock crowd were hypnotized by the bewitching sensuality of the Velvets. It seems like England is going through a retro grunge look that isn’t very appealing.
I think the Velvet Hammer girls all had major ms. Gorgeous crushes on sexy Slovenian artist Davide Grassi whose colonoscopy video installation was a huge hit. Marrisa Carnesky did a take on Blue of Noon as a nasty fortune telling tattoed naked lady in a glass cage. I can't wait to see her perform at UCLA's Royce Hall.
Irish lovely Kira O’Reilly did a very intimate one-on-one installation involving a glass of sherry and blood, while her spirited mother Liz warmed everyone’s heart with her showboating. Lee Adams aka: Sexmutant gave it his all as a human vase with a bouquet of flowers stuck up his asstrovar. He even wound up passing out in the name of art. What a fantastic trooper he is!!!!
Udo Kier showed everyone just why he is an international film star and dogma darling with his impersonation of Bataille. Only Udo would want to do an installation based on Bataille’s fued with Jean Paul Sartre and Genet. It was really a coup to have him take part in the event considering he was very busy filming a movie and also making an elegant appearance at the Canne Film Festival with Lars Von Trier and Nicole Kidman.
Everything about Visions was nearly perfect. Such a contrast with working with the tired Outfest film festival. Oh did i call them tired? Aren’t I mean? Lets just put it this way, "Some of us aren’t able"
I was really impressed with the Birmingham Noir kids who did a take on Literature and Evil
and worked diligently as a collective. Ann Marie Pope of Fierce Earth organized them all and thank god for her. No one rocks like Ms. Ann Marie.
Right before the opening of Visions, me and Daddy and Davide and the Velvets went to the Catapult Club at this pub called The Jug of Ale to see one of the cute Birmy Noir boys, Greg
perform with his new band Palomar.He use to have this band called Baxter that was really hot, but they broke up.One of the other Baxter boys, Steve who is also the most adorable sex pud with a fresh face and tight little body was performing with his new combo The Vests. I really enjoyed both bands, and I haven’t liked seeing rock music in a long, long time. The Vests are similar to The Streets who are this critically acclaimed English rap band. Of course the Vests are the real deal, and the lead singer is hysterically funny and they have these two muslim girl go-go dancers wearing school uniforms that makes it even iller. Steve is the drummer and boy can he pound the skins. He is also a little bit of a ginger head and I used him in my Fair to Midland Concubine installation. He was very uninhibited. Shall I say more? No I shant.
We even got some celebrities to attend Visions, namely Ms. Lady Victoria Posh Spice and her handsome cornrow headed hubby David Beckham, who broke his thumb playing
soccer in South Afrika.
Gillian Anderson of X Files fame who was in town for some Zembla magazine launch but got bored of that and decided to check out Visions as well. She got down with Steve, my hornriffic concubine.
I’m just too scared of that Missy Gillian. The girl really knows how to let loose. My co-host Dell, who does this sweet little act called Penii Origami, tied his big Willis in a knot and he and Gill went to town up in Bruce La Bruce’s Trial of Gille de Rais installation.
On Tuesday morning that gemstone, Lady Anna drove me to the Gatwick Aeroport for my long trip back home. Can’t wait till Anna comes visiting LA in July. She is such a fun girl and we instantly became best girlfriends.
Thank god I didn’t have to suffer in a cramped seat next to some crying designer baby on my flight back to Los Ang. I had lots of legg room and plenty of boy eye candy in short shorts to oogle.
Of course there is no rest for the wickedly impaired. I had to get back in the swing of things immediately all jet lag or no jetlag. Rehearsed with Mr. Uncertain for Bricktops and decided to sing a modern Negro Spiritual that I wrote called "Tyrone the Baptiste". Mr. Un was also doing an original song. We work so well together and are always on the same page. Lord Andrew told me that last week while I was away in England that Troy Garity, the sexy actor son of Jane Fonda and Tom Hayden came by and made all the girls swoon. I wish I had a TV so I could see Troy in that cable movie where he plays a soldier who gets killed for having a tranny girlfriend.
Back at Bricktops and it feels good to be home. I really do get an appreciation of Los Ang when I have my gigs elsewhere. It seems like everyone missed and appreciated me. The crowd was loud and boisterous and everyone seemed to be having a good olde fashion time. Some cute young kids came who could really do the fox trot. I loved watching them dance. Mr. Un was in high form. He has really developed into a top rate talent. I wasn’t bad either and I didn’t get too drunk. How's that for professionalism. I even went into a bit of a rap between songs about how that tired casting person for the Will and Grace show wanted me to audition to play the genre stretching part of a sassy black drag queen. I don’t even own a TV so, why would I want to be on some god awful gay situation comedy?
Celebutants this week at Bricktops: Bull dagger pop star Pink, Chris Martin of the band Coldplay with his lady friend, my good girlfriend Gwyneth. Also the surfer/rocker Jack Johnson who is mighty fine and even complimented me on my singing. He said I exude such strength and emotion when I sing. All I could think about was that he was either high or drunk, because I’m not much of a songbird. Hahahahahaha, but I’d sure like to take a swigger on his peterfication.
Sunday Afternoon-I got so many emails from people asking for the text for one of my Bricktop shows that I’ve decided to include it here along with the English translation. Enjoy.
Dios de Gritos
Porque me renuncias
Porque me renuncias
Pinche Mayate feya desgraciada!
Eres una qualqiera, un pedaso de excremente.
Como te atravese cojer a otros dioses en me precencia
Veras mi poder y te are un grano de sal
Y tu nieto el mister quien sabe que! El maricon de los maricones!
Que busqa su mochila de vergas.
Pero por que me molesto con una puta, una puta estupida
Con su apeste tan fatale que me llegar asta el cielo.
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken me?
you tired ugly black thing
you whore
what a filthy putrid piece of excrement you are
how dare you lie down with other gods and worship them before me
I should strike you down and turn you into a pillar of salt
you and that little faggot grandson of yours whatever his name is,
he is a faggots faggot and needs a new bag of dicks
why do I even bother with you
whore, whore
stupid fucking idiotic whore
you smell so bad that the stench
reaches me all the way up here in the heavens
Friday, May 23, 2003
here in birmingham england. Yazoo!!! the fierce festival has put me and daddy at the holiday inn in the city ctr. My flight was wonderful. plenty of legg room on the plane and lovely juicy young beautiful boys to troll. Went disco dollying on my first night and picked up a hot blonde twink with a bubble butt and bigg titties. pretty nelly but very sexy in that english walk of several flights of stairs to get to flat way. I plowed the living daylights out of him all night long. In the morning i gave him an extra plow just because i was feeling so mack mama. now he is my new young husband. In the morning my young boy had to go to his designer for his gay pride out fit. that was a bit tired, but alas he's only 19 years old so what can i expect.
oh i fogot to mention that Skot Armstrong had told me about a movie called Jesus Christ Vampyre Hunter, filmed entirely on location in Ottawa or Ottywood as its called by those in the know. I got to see this film also flick called The Happiness of Kata Kuris which is a japanese horror musical directed by Tahishi Miike who directed a film that is very well known called Audition.
Glenn Belverio aka: Glennda Orgasm arrived yesterday and we're having a hoot of a time. The rest of the Visions artists get here today. Its going to be wonderous. Oh and i ran into this 16 year old tennis star from spain named Rafael Nadal who is a fan of mine. Boy is this kid a beaut. Wait till he grows up, he will be breaking a lot of young ladies hearts.
oh i fogot to mention that Skot Armstrong had told me about a movie called Jesus Christ Vampyre Hunter, filmed entirely on location in Ottawa or Ottywood as its called by those in the know. I got to see this film also flick called The Happiness of Kata Kuris which is a japanese horror musical directed by Tahishi Miike who directed a film that is very well known called Audition.
Glenn Belverio aka: Glennda Orgasm arrived yesterday and we're having a hoot of a time. The rest of the Visions artists get here today. Its going to be wonderous. Oh and i ran into this 16 year old tennis star from spain named Rafael Nadal who is a fan of mine. Boy is this kid a beaut. Wait till he grows up, he will be breaking a lot of young ladies hearts.
Saturday, May 17, 2003
oh Bricktops you are so full of surprises. Who would expect a visit from actress Asia Argenta the star of that movie XXX with Vin Diesel. She came with the first lady of harsh Lydia Lunch and writer/actor Chris Campion. I guess she's making a movie set in the 20s and wants to film a scene at Bricky's or something like that. I spun a little Carlo Buti in her honor during my DJ set. She seemed to appreciate it. I can't wait to tell Bruce La Bruce about Asia's visit. Bruce took some scandalous pictures of her for Index Magazine where she was shown smoking and drinking while preggers. She told me to tell Bruce "Judy" , "HI!"
Also at the club was that youngish actor Ryan Reynolds who is in that new movie with Michael "flat ass" Douglas and Albert Brooks. Ryan is really cute with nice skin and pretty eyes, but i think the club freaked his mainstream middle class sensibilities because he came in during the performance of Beyond Joy and Evil and left almost immediately. They had the crowd either loving or hating them, which i expected. The band is actually quite genius. Mr. Uncertain was really brilliant as well impersonating Death taking a tap dance holiday. I even coached Hector Martinez into performing as a foul mouthed hispanola Bruce Almighty----he was fantastible!!!!!
Got some Xanax from little papa Frank Rodriguez, so hopefully that will calm me when i have to get on the dreaded plane Monday to Brittania. Lookingg forward to Visions of Excess. At the Bleekly i got forwarded a email sent out by Shari Frilot looking for artists for their successor to Platinum Oasis, this time called Platinum Snapmeat. The call to artists was a bit confusing and i ran it by a few people and they couldn't make heads or tails out of it either. I guess they are trying to do some kind of Cybersex event at the Ambassador Hotel. All i can say to Outfest this year is Good Luck, and all the best.
Also at the club was that youngish actor Ryan Reynolds who is in that new movie with Michael "flat ass" Douglas and Albert Brooks. Ryan is really cute with nice skin and pretty eyes, but i think the club freaked his mainstream middle class sensibilities because he came in during the performance of Beyond Joy and Evil and left almost immediately. They had the crowd either loving or hating them, which i expected. The band is actually quite genius. Mr. Uncertain was really brilliant as well impersonating Death taking a tap dance holiday. I even coached Hector Martinez into performing as a foul mouthed hispanola Bruce Almighty----he was fantastible!!!!!
Got some Xanax from little papa Frank Rodriguez, so hopefully that will calm me when i have to get on the dreaded plane Monday to Brittania. Lookingg forward to Visions of Excess. At the Bleekly i got forwarded a email sent out by Shari Frilot looking for artists for their successor to Platinum Oasis, this time called Platinum Snapmeat. The call to artists was a bit confusing and i ran it by a few people and they couldn't make heads or tails out of it either. I guess they are trying to do some kind of Cybersex event at the Ambassador Hotel. All i can say to Outfest this year is Good Luck, and all the best.
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Went down to Funkytown to the Slauson Super Mall Swap Emporium on Slauson and Western Avenue in deepest darkest South Central Los Angeles. My Cholita sister and Bricktops door girl Meesh of the Epiladies recommended it as the place to get the cheapest jubilee ghetto fashions and she wasn't kidding. The place is amazing and so cavernous. The beauty supply sections alone you could write a thesis about. I got me some cheap ass $199 a pack hair weave extentions to make my cornrow pubes look that I'm going to display for Visions. I also bought a nice flesh tone bra and panty set for when i premiere Pleather, The Dorian Corey Story in Brittania. My sweet arab dry cleaner said he would have my Vanessa Beecroft outfit ready for me today, but he didn't even open the store. I hope he's there Saturday or I'm sunk with no VD as VB look.
I'm all excited about Udo Kier's performance impersonating Bataille. He'll do an installation where he's attacking Genet, the person Bataille had a feud with via Sartre. O sweet intellectualism.
I'm still gagging over the lovely extravaganza of Kembra's installation where she distilled Bataille to the simplist quotient. He's just a librarian. Hahahahahaha
I still don't have my work permit, and I'm not one of those last minute girls. Poor Dadster he left for Engly today with no permit. They are supposed to have it all ready for him at Customs when he lands at Heathrow. We'll see.
I'm all excited about Udo Kier's performance impersonating Bataille. He'll do an installation where he's attacking Genet, the person Bataille had a feud with via Sartre. O sweet intellectualism.
I'm still gagging over the lovely extravaganza of Kembra's installation where she distilled Bataille to the simplist quotient. He's just a librarian. Hahahahahaha
I still don't have my work permit, and I'm not one of those last minute girls. Poor Dadster he left for Engly today with no permit. They are supposed to have it all ready for him at Customs when he lands at Heathrow. We'll see.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Going to do a photo shoot for my new CD with David Harrow’s Technova project. For those of you not familiar with Dave he is the father of the electro clash movement. Back in the early 80s he put out a series of records in Berlin with poet Anne Clark that jumped started the post Kraftwork electro dance scene that gave us The New Romantics and Synth pop craze. All the current stars of electro trash$ owe him a myriad of kudos for giving them careers. I don’t know exactly when the record we collaborated on is going to actually come out, perhaps in the fall or maybe the summer, but today we’re going to do the shoot at my studio, perhaps on the roof if it doesn’t rain or even if it does. Its deliciously overcast today. I’m not going to do my traditional lady look. I decided I’d throw out a salute to The Beale’s of Grey Gardens fame and use an old sequined sweater of Barbara LaMay’s as a headress/headwrappe. Just to be ill.
I’ve got so many last minute odds and ends to sew up before leaving for Europe. Yesterday I did my weekly Bricktops rehearsal with Mr. Uncertain. That Uncertain kid is really talented. Not only as a singer/song stylist and musician but also as a painter. He painted the backdrop that we use for the club. As we were rehearsing we came up with a neat little extemperaneous piece to serve as an intro and that connects our salute to Aleister Crowley and the Thelemites this Friday. The fun thing about Bricktops is putting stuff out there and not knowing whether it will work or not. I’m Brian Mitchell Stoked.
I’ve got so many last minute odds and ends to sew up before leaving for Europe. Yesterday I did my weekly Bricktops rehearsal with Mr. Uncertain. That Uncertain kid is really talented. Not only as a singer/song stylist and musician but also as a painter. He painted the backdrop that we use for the club. As we were rehearsing we came up with a neat little extemperaneous piece to serve as an intro and that connects our salute to Aleister Crowley and the Thelemites this Friday. The fun thing about Bricktops is putting stuff out there and not knowing whether it will work or not. I’m Brian Mitchell Stoked.
Monday, May 12, 2003
Was Invited to a dinner party at Daphne and Olivier's Mulholland Drive Manse that is courtesy of their Vivendi Universal connections. D&O are a charmed french couple. Life is good for them and they live it to its fullest. Olivier went to Harvard and obviously comes from a wealthy priveledged family, so life is his oyester and he can climb the highest James Baldwin mountain. So really I'm not jealous that they live rent free in a big house with original Warhols scattered throughout and a heated pool. Just because i live in a box, its no reason for me to be bitterella, right? Thats just the way the cookie crumbs are dealt. They are very sweet peoples and are expecting a bundle of perpetual joy in the next four months. The wonderful delicate supper Daph prepared was very delicioso and she also made this incredible homemade Lemon tart that was out and beyond this world type of perfection. La D. is one multi-talented lady and that man of her's Olivier is so lovesexy and dreamy, you want to tear his clothes off and rub cocoa butter all over him they are both too gorgeous to be believed and make a scrumpteous couple. Ok i have to admit i am jealous and envious of them. Can you hear the viola playing in the background?
Lively conversation was the order around the din table. A lovely New Orleans lass was one
of the other guests and to my surprise Mike Figgis the director of Leaving Las
Vegas. We gossiped about Nicky Cage for what seemed like forever. Nick has
really sold what was left of his three horned penis(and there really wasn't much) to
Baalzebub so that he could make $21 million a flick. Though i have to give
him his due in the movie Adaptation. He was really good in that, and it
reminded me why i use to like him when he was in movies like Valley Girl.
Bricktops was just teeming with art stars, Friday. Not only was there a Bjorkless Matthew Barney, but Asian Punk Boy of SARS infected Toronto, who has his first solo show at Chinatown’s brand new Peres Projects Gallery. Cute Cubano/Princess of Judea, Javier relocated his galleria from tired San Francisco to trendy Chung King Road. The space useto be the Loy/Ford Germanicus clothing emporium. Gorgeous snow queen beauty prize and photographer pin-up boy Ryan McGinley also stopped by sniffing for hot cha cha. Ryan was flown in to town to DJ at the APB opening. Also on hand was Mr. Straight-Edge himself Ian MacKaye of Fugazi and Minor Threat fame who was getting a little too cozy with me and that made my well endowed young English husband Andrew squirm. I have to admit i love making my man jealous.
Sweet Marlene of Prospect 44 charmed everyone with her dada inspired clothing in the leatherrack boutique in the foyer. Perhaps she'll make Bricktops a regular hang for her designer palttet's. The Parisienne duet Cabinet of Curiosities really had the crowd vested with their extroidinary talentsa and sophisticationeze. I love it when a lady sings playing a stand up bass.
Our celebutante quotient consisted of the sparkling gamina Abbie Travis, chain mail designer to the stars and Charlie's Angels costumer and former Squeezebox impressario Michael Schmidt, Mapplethorpe muse and Chateau Marmount hostina Constance, who mentioned something about doing a show in Monte Carlo with Sade. "Miss Size 12" model Sophie Dahl who must have been trying to drown her sorrows in gin over being dumped by that ancient rocker Mick Jagger.
This Friday, we will summon the restless spirit of the wickedest man of the worldly world, Aleister Crowley with a thelemite musical performance by the volatile Beyond Joy and Evil which features Archive of Aesthetic Nihilism mastermind John Aes-Nihil with special surprise faustian guests.
Saturday-The boys from the art collective Science Holiday brought me some goodies for my new apt. They are so thoughtful and generous, and really take care of this lady Doll. What would i do without them? I'd surely perish. Also Freddie Berk of Video Ten Porno Fame came by and used his butch realness skills to give me some much needed shelving. We went by both the Homo Depot and Osh Ganosh. It took forever so i was a bit late getting to the Peres Projects for their grand spam opening.
The Chung King Road scene isn't really my thingy, but i needed to support little Javier, not that he needs my support, he comes with a pedigree, and before becoming a gallery owner was a lawyer. The Asian Punk Boy show was fantasticle. I loved the tons of cocaine that you had to wade through to see the art and the crystal meth'd albino parakeets flying tweekily through the throngs. A+++++
Sunday- Daddy Ronald P. Athey Jr. had a little super post modernist mothers day brunchina at his (Slither) Lake studio. The food was his usual gourmet best. The guestable list included LA Weekly Deputy Editor Joe "Cadillac" Donnelly and his sizzling showgirl wife Candy who is starring in the big Celine Dion extravaganza in Vegas. Candy and Joey are a dynamite coup. Candy has incredible energy. She's a natural ginger headed girl with personality plus. They just bought a house in Silverlakey and Dadster gave them some sound gardening advice. Everyone else at the partay was family, like Kara Hunger, "Crepe" Suzette Mathelson, Maxmillian(Daddy's hot Swiss lover) Tad and his actor beau Juan Fernandez (who is starring in that new Vin Diesel film "A Man Apart") David Harrow of Technova and his pretty wife and darling newborn baby, who just bought digs in Solano Canyon. I usually don't like children, but the Harrow newborn literally stole my cold comfort heart, and Professor Jennifer Doyle was also on hand, La Professora may be leaving her position at UC Riverside to teach in the imperial motherland of Great Britain. Oh and let me not forget Kyle who use to dance with David Rouseve's company and also Bill T. Jones (who I've heard hardly pays his dancers, but he makes sure he lives in the lap of piss elegant luxury) Kyle is up for the lead role of Kimba the White Lion in the German production of The Lion King.
After brunch daddy kicked everyone out and we had to buckle down and work on Visions of Excess. The great Kembra Pfhaler of the Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black is doing this amazing piece that involves... well let me just let her explain it in her own profound words:
My tribute to George Bataille will be about the "Allist" movement, a new genre related to the disassemblage of artist hierarchy in mediums. It will contain librarianism and an edification performance where the audience will be invited to file things."
Visions is going to be the best thing we've curated. I'm also really looking forward to Lee "Sexmutant" Adams piece that is called The Language of Flowers:
... even more than by the filth of its organs, the flower is betrayed by the fragility of its corolla: thus, far from answering the demands of human ideas, it is the sign of their failure. In fact after a very short period of glory, the marvellous corolla rots indecently in the sun , thus becoming ... a garish withering. Risen from the stench of the manure pile – even though it seemed for a moment to have escaped it in a flight of angelic and lyrical purity – the flower seems to relapse abruptly into its original squalor ...
Oh don't let me forget to mention that when Ryan McGinley DJ's he does it all using two Ipods. Now that is technology babester. No need to carry any vyn or CDs.
Lively conversation was the order around the din table. A lovely New Orleans lass was one
of the other guests and to my surprise Mike Figgis the director of Leaving Las
Vegas. We gossiped about Nicky Cage for what seemed like forever. Nick has
really sold what was left of his three horned penis(and there really wasn't much) to
Baalzebub so that he could make $21 million a flick. Though i have to give
him his due in the movie Adaptation. He was really good in that, and it
reminded me why i use to like him when he was in movies like Valley Girl.
Bricktops was just teeming with art stars, Friday. Not only was there a Bjorkless Matthew Barney, but Asian Punk Boy of SARS infected Toronto, who has his first solo show at Chinatown’s brand new Peres Projects Gallery. Cute Cubano/Princess of Judea, Javier relocated his galleria from tired San Francisco to trendy Chung King Road. The space useto be the Loy/Ford Germanicus clothing emporium. Gorgeous snow queen beauty prize and photographer pin-up boy Ryan McGinley also stopped by sniffing for hot cha cha. Ryan was flown in to town to DJ at the APB opening. Also on hand was Mr. Straight-Edge himself Ian MacKaye of Fugazi and Minor Threat fame who was getting a little too cozy with me and that made my well endowed young English husband Andrew squirm. I have to admit i love making my man jealous.
Sweet Marlene of Prospect 44 charmed everyone with her dada inspired clothing in the leatherrack boutique in the foyer. Perhaps she'll make Bricktops a regular hang for her designer palttet's. The Parisienne duet Cabinet of Curiosities really had the crowd vested with their extroidinary talentsa and sophisticationeze. I love it when a lady sings playing a stand up bass.
Our celebutante quotient consisted of the sparkling gamina Abbie Travis, chain mail designer to the stars and Charlie's Angels costumer and former Squeezebox impressario Michael Schmidt, Mapplethorpe muse and Chateau Marmount hostina Constance, who mentioned something about doing a show in Monte Carlo with Sade. "Miss Size 12" model Sophie Dahl who must have been trying to drown her sorrows in gin over being dumped by that ancient rocker Mick Jagger.
This Friday, we will summon the restless spirit of the wickedest man of the worldly world, Aleister Crowley with a thelemite musical performance by the volatile Beyond Joy and Evil which features Archive of Aesthetic Nihilism mastermind John Aes-Nihil with special surprise faustian guests.
Saturday-The boys from the art collective Science Holiday brought me some goodies for my new apt. They are so thoughtful and generous, and really take care of this lady Doll. What would i do without them? I'd surely perish. Also Freddie Berk of Video Ten Porno Fame came by and used his butch realness skills to give me some much needed shelving. We went by both the Homo Depot and Osh Ganosh. It took forever so i was a bit late getting to the Peres Projects for their grand spam opening.
The Chung King Road scene isn't really my thingy, but i needed to support little Javier, not that he needs my support, he comes with a pedigree, and before becoming a gallery owner was a lawyer. The Asian Punk Boy show was fantasticle. I loved the tons of cocaine that you had to wade through to see the art and the crystal meth'd albino parakeets flying tweekily through the throngs. A+++++
Sunday- Daddy Ronald P. Athey Jr. had a little super post modernist mothers day brunchina at his (Slither) Lake studio. The food was his usual gourmet best. The guestable list included LA Weekly Deputy Editor Joe "Cadillac" Donnelly and his sizzling showgirl wife Candy who is starring in the big Celine Dion extravaganza in Vegas. Candy and Joey are a dynamite coup. Candy has incredible energy. She's a natural ginger headed girl with personality plus. They just bought a house in Silverlakey and Dadster gave them some sound gardening advice. Everyone else at the partay was family, like Kara Hunger, "Crepe" Suzette Mathelson, Maxmillian(Daddy's hot Swiss lover) Tad and his actor beau Juan Fernandez (who is starring in that new Vin Diesel film "A Man Apart") David Harrow of Technova and his pretty wife and darling newborn baby, who just bought digs in Solano Canyon. I usually don't like children, but the Harrow newborn literally stole my cold comfort heart, and Professor Jennifer Doyle was also on hand, La Professora may be leaving her position at UC Riverside to teach in the imperial motherland of Great Britain. Oh and let me not forget Kyle who use to dance with David Rouseve's company and also Bill T. Jones (who I've heard hardly pays his dancers, but he makes sure he lives in the lap of piss elegant luxury) Kyle is up for the lead role of Kimba the White Lion in the German production of The Lion King.
After brunch daddy kicked everyone out and we had to buckle down and work on Visions of Excess. The great Kembra Pfhaler of the Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black is doing this amazing piece that involves... well let me just let her explain it in her own profound words:
My tribute to George Bataille will be about the "Allist" movement, a new genre related to the disassemblage of artist hierarchy in mediums. It will contain librarianism and an edification performance where the audience will be invited to file things."
Visions is going to be the best thing we've curated. I'm also really looking forward to Lee "Sexmutant" Adams piece that is called The Language of Flowers:
... even more than by the filth of its organs, the flower is betrayed by the fragility of its corolla: thus, far from answering the demands of human ideas, it is the sign of their failure. In fact after a very short period of glory, the marvellous corolla rots indecently in the sun , thus becoming ... a garish withering. Risen from the stench of the manure pile – even though it seemed for a moment to have escaped it in a flight of angelic and lyrical purity – the flower seems to relapse abruptly into its original squalor ...
Oh don't let me forget to mention that when Ryan McGinley DJ's he does it all using two Ipods. Now that is technology babester. No need to carry any vyn or CDs.
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Boi o Boi have i been an on-the-go girlina pie! Spent some time with art star Matthew Barney who was in town on Cremaster high art business of some kind. I didn't exactly pry into the reason he was out Southern California way. I was just happy he had time for me. Oh get your minds out of the gutterdam. We're not lovers or anything, though i wouldn't mind having a taste of that fine body of his. He's involved with Pop star Bjork and they even have a designer baby together. That doesn't mean he doesn't fool around with boys though, but when he's with another dude that lucky bastard is photographer Ryan McGinley, who will be DJ-ing at the opening for Asian Punk Boy Saturday at the Peres Projects Gallery in Chinatown. Matthew will probably be there as well chowing down on Ryan's fat young appendage. Why is it that straight boys love to suck cock? Well because their girlfriends don't have one.
Also got to hang with Ian MacKaye of Minor Threat and Fugazi fame. Oh its not what your dirty mind is thinking. We've had a romantic friendship for over 20 years. His girlfriend hates me because she thinks that I'm trying to steal him away from her. That couldn't be far away from the truth. I don't go for straight edge willis. Ian and i do make-out, but its always very innocent and i never let him do anything more than eat out my nappy dugout and suck on my big fat titties. Its not like he penetrates me or anything. And i certainly have no desire to plow him, as he doesn't really have a good enough buttocks for that sort of thing. You know i don't like pancake asses.
Oh did i mention i saw that Brazilian movie City of God. Wow, talk about fat bubble butts. Brazilians have the best booty in the world. All those fantastic mixes give them the most exotic looks, colors and textures.
Also saw the X2 movie---my guilty pleasure of the week. It wasn't that bad, just a little salty. The best thing in the flick is this young muscular boy who is in only one major scene.
Gotta run, Matthew wants to treat me and Cathie Opie to Joshua Tree for some Bohdi Tree style getting back to nature. Whoosh!
Also got to hang with Ian MacKaye of Minor Threat and Fugazi fame. Oh its not what your dirty mind is thinking. We've had a romantic friendship for over 20 years. His girlfriend hates me because she thinks that I'm trying to steal him away from her. That couldn't be far away from the truth. I don't go for straight edge willis. Ian and i do make-out, but its always very innocent and i never let him do anything more than eat out my nappy dugout and suck on my big fat titties. Its not like he penetrates me or anything. And i certainly have no desire to plow him, as he doesn't really have a good enough buttocks for that sort of thing. You know i don't like pancake asses.
Oh did i mention i saw that Brazilian movie City of God. Wow, talk about fat bubble butts. Brazilians have the best booty in the world. All those fantastic mixes give them the most exotic looks, colors and textures.
Also saw the X2 movie---my guilty pleasure of the week. It wasn't that bad, just a little salty. The best thing in the flick is this young muscular boy who is in only one major scene.
Gotta run, Matthew wants to treat me and Cathie Opie to Joshua Tree for some Bohdi Tree style getting back to nature. Whoosh!
Monday, May 05, 2003
Bricktops was a major hoot, if i do say so myself. Despite the downpour of April Showers in May which predictably kept some home. Miss los ang gets all decrepit when it rains and the nesting vibe kicks in. I hate that. Surprisingly we did get a good crowd, but not as packed as the week before when it was clear blue skies. Lots of celebutantes did show up including Rufus Wainwright all happy when i played his song "Matinee Idol" My NYC journalist girlfriend Linda/Les Simpson and Thairin from World of Wonder popped in along with Henry Peck and his hot sister. Legend Christian HOffman hung out in the DJ booth with me giving some good gossipola which is just too juicy to print here in my blournal. Christian will be performing at Bricky's in early June. Lots of cute fancy, young kids came to the club----a colorful group of jazz babies from Japan who work for this glossy fashion magazine the name of which i didn't catch.
Got introduced to Eve Mendes, some bullet nippled young actress/model who i never heard of.
During Kitty Diggens wonderful burlesque routine Britains reigning manchild of pop Robbie Williams teetered in. I actually recognized him, and he looks cuter in person, less haggy and more boyish with a tight taunt little bum. He was escorted by a very gay older man with a mustache that looked like he used some death in venice wax as a grooming byproduct.
I felated the rather large and plithy penis of a cute boy in the DJ booth until we were rudely interrupted by some reporter wanting to know the names of the songs i was spinning. My straight drag hag palsy Horten told me that the dark haired lovely i had crunched is a basketball player with the Timberwolves named Wally Szczerbiak. Now hows that for a wonders never cease scenario?
Had my more formal sex date on Saturday with a visiting admirer, who adoringly worshipped my entire nasty stinky smelly fungusy body electrik.
Sunday i had a quiet postgirlfriend time with Fertile La Toyah Jackson in Pasadena. Ms. Fertile just bought a beautiful new house near the Rose Bowl. The lady is a home owner. I'm so proud of her. She works very hard in her day job as kindergarden teacher. She and punk goddess Alice Bag both work at the same school in pico union. If you want to know what happens to punk stars as they grow and mature, well they devote themselves entirely to educating others less fortunate. Isn't that noble? Fertile and i also spent some time with my son Immanuel de la Falaise and his 5 year old daugher. Yes i am a grandma. My firstborn child's kid is very cute and precious. A bright little gal who can speak fluent Japanese. My son has a small case of yellow fever, his ex-wife who lives in Japan, but he takes care of their kid. He has a new Japanese girlfriend who he's moving to Japanesa to be with. I just hope my virile babymaking boy doesn't create any new life forms. Not that he can't afford to take care of them. His mother is of European nobility from a very old money family.
Got introduced to Eve Mendes, some bullet nippled young actress/model who i never heard of.
During Kitty Diggens wonderful burlesque routine Britains reigning manchild of pop Robbie Williams teetered in. I actually recognized him, and he looks cuter in person, less haggy and more boyish with a tight taunt little bum. He was escorted by a very gay older man with a mustache that looked like he used some death in venice wax as a grooming byproduct.
I felated the rather large and plithy penis of a cute boy in the DJ booth until we were rudely interrupted by some reporter wanting to know the names of the songs i was spinning. My straight drag hag palsy Horten told me that the dark haired lovely i had crunched is a basketball player with the Timberwolves named Wally Szczerbiak. Now hows that for a wonders never cease scenario?
Had my more formal sex date on Saturday with a visiting admirer, who adoringly worshipped my entire nasty stinky smelly fungusy body electrik.
Sunday i had a quiet postgirlfriend time with Fertile La Toyah Jackson in Pasadena. Ms. Fertile just bought a beautiful new house near the Rose Bowl. The lady is a home owner. I'm so proud of her. She works very hard in her day job as kindergarden teacher. She and punk goddess Alice Bag both work at the same school in pico union. If you want to know what happens to punk stars as they grow and mature, well they devote themselves entirely to educating others less fortunate. Isn't that noble? Fertile and i also spent some time with my son Immanuel de la Falaise and his 5 year old daugher. Yes i am a grandma. My firstborn child's kid is very cute and precious. A bright little gal who can speak fluent Japanese. My son has a small case of yellow fever, his ex-wife who lives in Japan, but he takes care of their kid. He has a new Japanese girlfriend who he's moving to Japanesa to be with. I just hope my virile babymaking boy doesn't create any new life forms. Not that he can't afford to take care of them. His mother is of European nobility from a very old money family.
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Have seen a few movies. I'm not going to review them in my regular section. I'll just put it here in the blog page. I'm all wrapped up in the house of blogging at the moment.
Raising Victor Vargas-My good friend the handsome, highly opinionated "jubas" movie reviewer for the LA Weekly, Ernest Hardy recommended this film, and from the opening image of the lead boy macking to the camera i was won over. The kid is latin perfection. Gorgeous honey colored skin, dreamy eyes and culata hair. In a word: a silvery packagina of young male beauty. Well thats more than a word, but you understand what I'm trying to say dontcha? I wasn't that concerned with the coming of age romantic element of this movie. I was just feasting on the latin fan club beauty of the lead male and his younger brother. The woman who plays the kids grandmother is quite good. I liked the use of non actors, who are always going to be more interesting then self-conscience professionals. There is a little bit of Paul Morrisey at play here like in his Spike of Bensenhurst which gave us Saasha Mitchell's juicyness back in the mid 80s. Whatever happened to that Saasha boy? I guess he's not a boy anymore but is early middle age.
Crises(1950) - I've always wanted to see this flick, the first film written and directed by Richard Brooks(In Cold Blood, Looking For Mr. Goodbar) It stars Cary Grant as an American surgeon in some unnamed latin country that is going through a revolution. This is an MGM film produced by the legendary Freed unit who mainly did musicals. Its an odd picture from this department of Metro, but what a great pic it is. Lots of reverberrations of todays goings on politically. Richard Brooks is definatley one hollywood director who was underrated. The performances are top notch from a rather cute looking Jose' Ferrer as a mixture of Juan Peron and Saddam Huesein type dictator to smaller roles from Gilbert Roland, Antonio Moreno and former matinee idol Ramon Novarro trying desperately to act butch, and he almost succeeds. I also loved Signe Hasso as the Evita-esque wife.
Saw the movie at LACMA's matinee series for only $2. The best bargain in Los Angeles.
Last night i met some tiny little dinge queen who wanted to service me all night. Boy did he. I didn't leave him until almost 5am this morning, so I'm a mess today, and i have tons of work, that I'm behind on. Oh welp, a girl needs her goodies, and believe you me Myrtle they are few and far between in this tired sexless town.
Everything with Visions of Excess seems to be progressiving nicely. Its so great to be working with the Fierce Festival and not with Outfest this year. Outfest is so clueless. There are some nice people involved with them who can be dear, but they are too establishment oriented to get anything with vision off the ground in a proper way. After working with them for two years, i realize that also Ms. Shari Frilot is very much a company girl. A adore Shari, but she did go to Harvard and has that kind of background that is really different from me in that she believes in the system and i don't. Plus I'm too rebellious to tow any line, and follow the rules. If i had followed the pissy rules i would have gotten absolutely no where in my life. The Outfest experience was great in that it showed me that i have to follow my own instincts which have served me very well in the thousands of years i've been an immortal being living on this tepid planet.
Raising Victor Vargas-My good friend the handsome, highly opinionated "jubas" movie reviewer for the LA Weekly, Ernest Hardy recommended this film, and from the opening image of the lead boy macking to the camera i was won over. The kid is latin perfection. Gorgeous honey colored skin, dreamy eyes and culata hair. In a word: a silvery packagina of young male beauty. Well thats more than a word, but you understand what I'm trying to say dontcha? I wasn't that concerned with the coming of age romantic element of this movie. I was just feasting on the latin fan club beauty of the lead male and his younger brother. The woman who plays the kids grandmother is quite good. I liked the use of non actors, who are always going to be more interesting then self-conscience professionals. There is a little bit of Paul Morrisey at play here like in his Spike of Bensenhurst which gave us Saasha Mitchell's juicyness back in the mid 80s. Whatever happened to that Saasha boy? I guess he's not a boy anymore but is early middle age.
Crises(1950) - I've always wanted to see this flick, the first film written and directed by Richard Brooks(In Cold Blood, Looking For Mr. Goodbar) It stars Cary Grant as an American surgeon in some unnamed latin country that is going through a revolution. This is an MGM film produced by the legendary Freed unit who mainly did musicals. Its an odd picture from this department of Metro, but what a great pic it is. Lots of reverberrations of todays goings on politically. Richard Brooks is definatley one hollywood director who was underrated. The performances are top notch from a rather cute looking Jose' Ferrer as a mixture of Juan Peron and Saddam Huesein type dictator to smaller roles from Gilbert Roland, Antonio Moreno and former matinee idol Ramon Novarro trying desperately to act butch, and he almost succeeds. I also loved Signe Hasso as the Evita-esque wife.
Saw the movie at LACMA's matinee series for only $2. The best bargain in Los Angeles.
Last night i met some tiny little dinge queen who wanted to service me all night. Boy did he. I didn't leave him until almost 5am this morning, so I'm a mess today, and i have tons of work, that I'm behind on. Oh welp, a girl needs her goodies, and believe you me Myrtle they are few and far between in this tired sexless town.
Everything with Visions of Excess seems to be progressiving nicely. Its so great to be working with the Fierce Festival and not with Outfest this year. Outfest is so clueless. There are some nice people involved with them who can be dear, but they are too establishment oriented to get anything with vision off the ground in a proper way. After working with them for two years, i realize that also Ms. Shari Frilot is very much a company girl. A adore Shari, but she did go to Harvard and has that kind of background that is really different from me in that she believes in the system and i don't. Plus I'm too rebellious to tow any line, and follow the rules. If i had followed the pissy rules i would have gotten absolutely no where in my life. The Outfest experience was great in that it showed me that i have to follow my own instincts which have served me very well in the thousands of years i've been an immortal being living on this tepid planet.
Monday, April 28, 2003
Oh merciful heavens my short story in Susie Brights new sex anthology got a good review from this paper in the midwest. If you care to read it here is the link:
http://www.newcitychicago.com/chicago/2255.html
I don't believe there is such a thing as bad press.
My life lately is so feasta or famina, there are never any rogue grey areas. I'm getting a million requests for all sorts of things. Trying to sort through it all is taxing. At least i'm in demanda, and i've got a roof over my three gydra heads. I am so Medusa/Medasa.
Had a little weekend get-a-way with a trick from my Margaret Cho tour. The boy is young and with a nice elongated thickerous of a willis. He snagged a 4-star room for our trystee at the infamous Biltmore Hotel in lovely Santa Barbara. Its nice to get goodies. Next week we'll repeat the adventure.
I'm only able to rope in men from different cities and countries. I don't ever get any action out of my tired home town. Whats the problem with missy Los Ang? I'll tell you simply: men here are too neurotic, unfocused and self absorbed for sex. Even the ones with large genitalia, never use said objects. Its all for show.
Had breaky with Professor Jose Munoz visiting from NYU and also the lovely professor Jennifer Doyle of UC Riverside. Dr. Munoz and i heartily agreed that LA is a sad place for getting down and dirty. No one is capable of deeding here. We were joined for break by another UC Riverside prof named Josh Kuhn. Joshua is a princess of Judea and is quite cute, but is very much what i mentioned above: neurotic,unfocused, self absorbed. [I'm repeating here for biblical emphasis] Josh does a lot of moonlighting as a journalist and club entrepeneur and DJ. I'm not exactly featuring Josh. And i don't know if its because he's obviously from a well-to-do family and i resent him for being priveledged, and making a name for himself off of Latin culture. Perhaps I'd have more respect for him if he was working class and wasn't such a cultural tourist. Though he does seem very genuine and sincere, but there is still this haughtyness that rubs me the wrong way. Maybe i feel that he hasn't courted "The Doll" the way he should. Not that i think everyone has to be wrapped up in the house of "Me" and trying to get into my big white panties, but it can't hurt. At least pretend you want to sleep with me and become my hot jewish husband. Thats the least one can expect, eh?
A pity Jose M. has to leave today. It would have been nice to hang out with him a bit longer. I have a wonderous romantic friendship with Jose and Dr. Doyle. They are shiny jewels in the heavenly firmament.
Last night i went to writer Lisa Teasley's birthday dinner for her beau Daniel. Her mother Vi and sister Laura were also present. I love her mom and kid sis. Vi is from Panama, and is a fantastic Ann Sothern in Panama Haiti. She had me on the floor doubled back laughing so much i thought i was going to hemmorage. I think i did leave a puddle of blood and fecal matter on the floor. Vi and her husb who works for the black insurance company Golden State Mutual are LA African American political royalty. They live in a big house in Baldwin Hills. They are so connected politically that they even went to ole Big Hands, president Clinton's In-nagruel (am i spelling this word correctly?) Lisa and her sisters didn't grow up shabby like me in the ghetto. They come from an upper middle class negroid background. They lived the life i could have only dreamt of for myself. Not that i'm bitter. But i am!!!! Hahahahahahaha. I'm too old to hold back my feelings about stuff. At this point in my life what good would it do?
http://www.newcitychicago.com/chicago/2255.html
I don't believe there is such a thing as bad press.
My life lately is so feasta or famina, there are never any rogue grey areas. I'm getting a million requests for all sorts of things. Trying to sort through it all is taxing. At least i'm in demanda, and i've got a roof over my three gydra heads. I am so Medusa/Medasa.
Had a little weekend get-a-way with a trick from my Margaret Cho tour. The boy is young and with a nice elongated thickerous of a willis. He snagged a 4-star room for our trystee at the infamous Biltmore Hotel in lovely Santa Barbara. Its nice to get goodies. Next week we'll repeat the adventure.
I'm only able to rope in men from different cities and countries. I don't ever get any action out of my tired home town. Whats the problem with missy Los Ang? I'll tell you simply: men here are too neurotic, unfocused and self absorbed for sex. Even the ones with large genitalia, never use said objects. Its all for show.
Had breaky with Professor Jose Munoz visiting from NYU and also the lovely professor Jennifer Doyle of UC Riverside. Dr. Munoz and i heartily agreed that LA is a sad place for getting down and dirty. No one is capable of deeding here. We were joined for break by another UC Riverside prof named Josh Kuhn. Joshua is a princess of Judea and is quite cute, but is very much what i mentioned above: neurotic,unfocused, self absorbed. [I'm repeating here for biblical emphasis] Josh does a lot of moonlighting as a journalist and club entrepeneur and DJ. I'm not exactly featuring Josh. And i don't know if its because he's obviously from a well-to-do family and i resent him for being priveledged, and making a name for himself off of Latin culture. Perhaps I'd have more respect for him if he was working class and wasn't such a cultural tourist. Though he does seem very genuine and sincere, but there is still this haughtyness that rubs me the wrong way. Maybe i feel that he hasn't courted "The Doll" the way he should. Not that i think everyone has to be wrapped up in the house of "Me" and trying to get into my big white panties, but it can't hurt. At least pretend you want to sleep with me and become my hot jewish husband. Thats the least one can expect, eh?
A pity Jose M. has to leave today. It would have been nice to hang out with him a bit longer. I have a wonderous romantic friendship with Jose and Dr. Doyle. They are shiny jewels in the heavenly firmament.
Last night i went to writer Lisa Teasley's birthday dinner for her beau Daniel. Her mother Vi and sister Laura were also present. I love her mom and kid sis. Vi is from Panama, and is a fantastic Ann Sothern in Panama Haiti. She had me on the floor doubled back laughing so much i thought i was going to hemmorage. I think i did leave a puddle of blood and fecal matter on the floor. Vi and her husb who works for the black insurance company Golden State Mutual are LA African American political royalty. They live in a big house in Baldwin Hills. They are so connected politically that they even went to ole Big Hands, president Clinton's In-nagruel (am i spelling this word correctly?) Lisa and her sisters didn't grow up shabby like me in the ghetto. They come from an upper middle class negroid background. They lived the life i could have only dreamt of for myself. Not that i'm bitter. But i am!!!! Hahahahahahaha. I'm too old to hold back my feelings about stuff. At this point in my life what good would it do?
Saturday, April 26, 2003
oh my hot buttered peninas, what a night i had last night at my jazz age cafe society soiree Bricktops. The humpy musical review Leave It To Jane, from Hamburg, Germany directed by Mark Si-Mon performed, and were just beyond magnificent. Those boys can sure fill out a cod piece. Yowzina!!!!
My wayward grandson Mr. Uncertain was also in top form, though he can sometimes be a little rebellious and i have to pull on his hem'roids with the one tooth i have left. Lots of star power in the audience with one of my favorite writers Gary Indiana. I love my literary celebs. Also spoken word goddess Nicole Blackman who will be performing her Courtesan Tales in England with me and Ron as part of Visions of Excess at the Fierce Festival. Nicole is so gorgeous. Her posse last night included costume designer Suzette Mathelson who just finished the movie Honey which is la oose remake of the 80s hit Flashdance this time starring the bratty Jessica Alba in the Jennifer Beals role. Missy Elliot is also in the film and the dinge delight Genuine. Suzette is responsible for the surfer girl look that is all the rage right now thanks to her costumes for the flick Blue Crush that was directed by John Stockwell, who i use to hang out with in New York and LA back in the 80s when he was a hot young male ingenue. The boy back in those days was surely the "worlds type". He hasn't aged well---poor sod.
i overheard the best story about this guy whose bisexual girlfriend had a lesbian lover and after a virulent love making sesh with her man she went over and bumped raw bush with her gal pal and got her preggers. Talk about an immaculate conception. The dagger sued her girly lovers beau for child support and got it when it was proven he was the father, now here comes the twist. The lesbian and the father of the baby wind up hooking up and becoming a couple. They both wound up ditching the girl they shared. Ha har!
Just heard from my friend Gazulie that the TV show Touched by an Angel is being cancelled. I don't have a televison set but whenever I'd be at someones house and it was on i had to watch it. Call it a guilty pleasure, shucks i don't feel guilty about it----i loved Roma Downey and the great Della Reese. The show was so much better then Michael Landon's overwrought Highway to Heaven from the 80s.
Oh i almost forgot to mention that St. Morrisey of the Smiths fame and his boyfriend came to Bricktops last night. He thanked me for a good show as he was leaving. I said to myself, oh he looks familiar but without my glasses i never recognize anyone unless they are on top of me---literally. One straight handsome Chicano boy with his girlfriend next to him was so thrilled in seeing Missy Morr that he came up to me and gave me a big fat kiss on the puncher. What is it with latin guys all hornpiggy for Mrs Queen is Dead. I don't get it. I like him but he's not worship material in the slightest and he does look a bit long on the tooth. Oh i better stop being so mean, I opened up for the Smiths ages ago when i was in the Afro Sisters. It was the first time i ever performed at the Hollywood Paladium. The second time was when i opened up for the Happy Mondays----that show was awful a suburban KROQ crowd of icky clueless weenagers.
My wayward grandson Mr. Uncertain was also in top form, though he can sometimes be a little rebellious and i have to pull on his hem'roids with the one tooth i have left. Lots of star power in the audience with one of my favorite writers Gary Indiana. I love my literary celebs. Also spoken word goddess Nicole Blackman who will be performing her Courtesan Tales in England with me and Ron as part of Visions of Excess at the Fierce Festival. Nicole is so gorgeous. Her posse last night included costume designer Suzette Mathelson who just finished the movie Honey which is la oose remake of the 80s hit Flashdance this time starring the bratty Jessica Alba in the Jennifer Beals role. Missy Elliot is also in the film and the dinge delight Genuine. Suzette is responsible for the surfer girl look that is all the rage right now thanks to her costumes for the flick Blue Crush that was directed by John Stockwell, who i use to hang out with in New York and LA back in the 80s when he was a hot young male ingenue. The boy back in those days was surely the "worlds type". He hasn't aged well---poor sod.
i overheard the best story about this guy whose bisexual girlfriend had a lesbian lover and after a virulent love making sesh with her man she went over and bumped raw bush with her gal pal and got her preggers. Talk about an immaculate conception. The dagger sued her girly lovers beau for child support and got it when it was proven he was the father, now here comes the twist. The lesbian and the father of the baby wind up hooking up and becoming a couple. They both wound up ditching the girl they shared. Ha har!
Just heard from my friend Gazulie that the TV show Touched by an Angel is being cancelled. I don't have a televison set but whenever I'd be at someones house and it was on i had to watch it. Call it a guilty pleasure, shucks i don't feel guilty about it----i loved Roma Downey and the great Della Reese. The show was so much better then Michael Landon's overwrought Highway to Heaven from the 80s.
Oh i almost forgot to mention that St. Morrisey of the Smiths fame and his boyfriend came to Bricktops last night. He thanked me for a good show as he was leaving. I said to myself, oh he looks familiar but without my glasses i never recognize anyone unless they are on top of me---literally. One straight handsome Chicano boy with his girlfriend next to him was so thrilled in seeing Missy Morr that he came up to me and gave me a big fat kiss on the puncher. What is it with latin guys all hornpiggy for Mrs Queen is Dead. I don't get it. I like him but he's not worship material in the slightest and he does look a bit long on the tooth. Oh i better stop being so mean, I opened up for the Smiths ages ago when i was in the Afro Sisters. It was the first time i ever performed at the Hollywood Paladium. The second time was when i opened up for the Happy Mondays----that show was awful a suburban KROQ crowd of icky clueless weenagers.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
oh my heavenly little four foot three word I'm blogging. I had no idea such advanced technology existed. Thanks to Larry Bob-Goblin for introducing it to me, without him i would be trapped in the middle of the road ages in a century i don't even want to think about.
I'm really excited about the upcoming LA Times piece on me. The writer is this young Danish girl named Louise Roug. We really hit it off. She likes to drink and thinks a lot of stuff out there at the moment is tired so we're certainly reading from the same chapter in life. She wanted to interview my family and i gave her their telephone numbers but they are so insane who knows if she was able to track them down. Before i went to Europe and the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor Louise spent a couple of days following me around and it didn't feel wierd in the slightest.
Jason North the sweet Minneapolis boy i tricked with while on tour with Margaret Cho came to visit me. He's a rare gem. Very bright and quite the conneuisser of experimental and underground films. He even brought me vintage porn to show at Bricktops which i can't wait to unleash. Last week David Van Norman came through town. I also met David during the Cho tour. He is such an uninhibited kid. I appreciate young white boys from the upper middle classes who are free with showing their large genitalia. Some of these urbanites could take a lesson from Kentucky David, he is certainly much more advanced than many of these so called sophisticates who call themselves artist in this dreary provential town. Next week Ms. Linda Simpson of Time Out NY and Paper Magazine fame will be visiting, i'm sure i'll have a high ole time with her.
I'm really excited about the upcoming LA Times piece on me. The writer is this young Danish girl named Louise Roug. We really hit it off. She likes to drink and thinks a lot of stuff out there at the moment is tired so we're certainly reading from the same chapter in life. She wanted to interview my family and i gave her their telephone numbers but they are so insane who knows if she was able to track them down. Before i went to Europe and the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor Louise spent a couple of days following me around and it didn't feel wierd in the slightest.
Jason North the sweet Minneapolis boy i tricked with while on tour with Margaret Cho came to visit me. He's a rare gem. Very bright and quite the conneuisser of experimental and underground films. He even brought me vintage porn to show at Bricktops which i can't wait to unleash. Last week David Van Norman came through town. I also met David during the Cho tour. He is such an uninhibited kid. I appreciate young white boys from the upper middle classes who are free with showing their large genitalia. Some of these urbanites could take a lesson from Kentucky David, he is certainly much more advanced than many of these so called sophisticates who call themselves artist in this dreary provential town. Next week Ms. Linda Simpson of Time Out NY and Paper Magazine fame will be visiting, i'm sure i'll have a high ole time with her.
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