Something strange was definately in the air last night. People were acting very bizarre. Talked to Maxmillian(Ron Athey's Swiss/German beau) this morning. He works at the Gold Coast Saloon on Santa Monica Blvd and he said that everyone coming into the pub last night from 8pm to closing at 2am was a freak-n-weirdo. At Bricktops after 12:30 there was this odd group of people who were celebrating a birthday. I did a happy b-day announcement for them to make them feel special, but then they took it one step further and were trying to hijack the stage and put on their own show. Talk about being a little presumpteous. Of course i had to do some ghetto chick to check. And earlier in the eve that friend of cute tiny latin Jorge, brought these really loud girls from Miami or some such place, one was asking the bar tender to give her free drinks. What was that all about?
Jorge's friend last week was throwing glasses across the room. I've never seen him so drunk and out of it. He's a heavy drinker but usually holds it a lot better. He and Jorge were regular's at my old club Sucker at the Garage. They would hag this insane south bay character named Jed who was always putting on tired clubs at the Garage with no name bands. Jed was somewhat goodlooking back then in a dirty surfer/skater kind of way, but he was forever bugging me to help him attract an audience. He 'd play the old i'm somewhat attracted to you game, and would even whip out his rather plump penis to try to hook me in to his web. That would have worked on me maybe 20 years ago. Lately Jed has gained ALot of weight and just looks like a scraggly middle aged white man. He tried talking to me at the first Bricktops, but i just rolled my eyes. He's come to Brickys a few other times since January when we went weekly. I think he sells drugs, i use to see him hanging around my old Koreatown neighborhood with some pretty dodgy characters and he looked like he was up to no good. In fact during one Bricktops when Leave it to Jane performed he was heckling me. I don't mind people heckling but he would try to hide in the crowd when others were hushing him. If you're going to heckle at least own up to it. He hasn't been around lately and Jorge even says that he's "No Good" so i hope he stays buried somewhere under a rock in San Pedro or Torrance.
This week at Bricky's Weba Garretson performed as part of a record and video preview with her musical group Eastside Sinfionetta. Weba has a wonderful singing voice and is one of LA's premiere Kurt Weill interpreters. The crowd this week was older and more sophisticated. Bibbe Hansen and Sean Carrillo were looking very elegant and stately, every inch the bohemian royals that they are. Also Abby Travis came by wearing a sexteel vintage dom outfit. Her companion was one of the sons of the group Los Lobos, who is in the nutty chicanismo punk band Los Villains. Fog aka Andrew Broder was making some serious moves on Lady Charity's cute blondine boyfriend Dax. It was Dax's last time at Bricktops, he's going to be living in New York for a while before starting school in the fall at Berkeley. I'm going to miss him Alot. He's adorably sweet with big juicy tight titties. Next week is Charities last in LA. She's going to be doing some soul searching and traveling around the world. Charity is the Parlour's Mgr Andrew Gould's wife, but they have a very very open modern relationship. Andrew has a boyfriend and several other female and transgendered spouses. Andrew is English with a penis that is very long and thick, so he needs a lot sexual attention from many genders to satisfy is genormous sexual thirts. I was eyeing cute young actor trent ford who comes from the super rich car manufacturing family. I love heirs to a fortune. Was introduced to director Danny Boyle who was at Bricky's with the stars of his latest film, the name of which i forget, but the picture is about Zombies or something like that. I'm just glad he brought pretty cillian murphy and manly christopher eccleston with him to the club. I've heard that Mr. Boyle's new movie will make up for that awful one he did with Leonardo DiCap. While i was singing a 20s version of the GoGo's, "This Town" Cillian Murphy sang along in an animated fashion. Too bad he left right after my show, i wanted to try and get him to sit on my face.

Received tons of phone calls and emails concerning my essay on Gay Marriage that is part of the cover package of the LA Bleekly. Funny what stories of mine capture people's fancy. Oh I'm still getting proposals, emugs and phone calls from a lot of people thinking that me and Ron are doing Platinum Oasis this year for Outfest. I'm sooooo embarrased that everyone thinks that Platinum Snapmeat is our creation. Well those who really know the quality of our work know that we could never come up with something so purile, but everyday now Its getting scarier and scarier. Oh welpsis what can i do.

A day should have 72 hours in it not 24. My life is moving at candlelabra speed. Have a million writing assignment deadlines including an essay on Gay Marriage and a Ghetto Fabulous Style piece for Ms. LA Bleekly. And i also have to get my UR Chicago column out, and I'm doing something for Vogue and GQ with Lily Braindrop nee Burana. Lily is all mainstream these days working for GQ, Spin, Elle and Esquire. She has left the zine world far behind. Her Magazine back then, Taste of Latex was really cool.

Talked to my fashion guru Glenn Belverio, who is the global editrix of the world. Glenn not only was the New York Editor of Dutch, but also writes for Marie Clair, Hong Kong's WestEast and Conde Nast Traveler. He also put me in contact with Mr. Style who works for P. Diddy aka Puff Daddy's clothing line Sean Jean and Everlast. His real name is Gregory something or other.

Was supposed to go to Vansterdam to finally edit my movie La Petite Tonkinese that i filmed two years ago in Berlin. A friend of mine who works for a post production house will give me some free editing time. My Canadian gallery is paying for the travel because they want first dibs on the flick. Well my pal had to cancel at the last minute because he got some major paying job, but hopefully it will work out during the summer weeks to follow. I've waited this long.

So glad i was available to go see Le Tigre at the MusicBox/Henry Fonda Theatre in Hollywood. The girls opened up for Yo Le Tengo. I left before Yo Le Tengo went on. They are dull live. This band from Australia was also on the bill. Talk about three different audiences that did not go together. Of course Le Tigre stole the show with their snappy music and tight visual packagina. The first band, The Clean were boring Aussie's who were ugly as all getout. I brought David Pendleton from The Boyfriend and Kent William Albin, who use to be the Minister of Information with Fischerspooner. Kent is a very sweet kid, and the night before came to Bricktops, which was literally on fire with a performance by Mr. Tin Pan Alley, Richard Halperin. Belinda Carlisle also came to Bricktops and was dancing around and acting all lesbianica like she use to do back in the old punk days at the Whisky a-go-go with Alice Bag. I haven't seen Belinda in ages and we had a nice little kissy kissy reunion. Belinda also got to be frisky with Jane Cantillon and Bibbe Hansen. Dancing up a storm to some music brought by Brad Kay who accompanied Mr. Halperin on piano and sang a ditty with Mr. UnCertain was fashionkalada Anna Piaggi, Alex De Betak and lovesexy Olivier Theyskens, who showed me his nice plump dick in the DJ booth.
This morning i met with Lady Bunny for breakfast at the Summerfield Suites in Weho. She was brought out to perform at Gay Pride on Sunday. Eating breakfast right next to us was free style dance artist suprema Shannon of "Let the Mujsic Play" fame and Janice Robinson and Thea Austin who i'm not familiar with but are big names. Lady Bun Bun told me some gossip about this black tranny who use to be a meatpacking district whore who struck paydirt when she got a rich husband in the form of a Mr. Steinglatz . This Steinglatz is a wealthy Israeli art dealer who was involved in some heinous scandal involving whording Picassos. Well he likes big tranny cock so much that he married this queen and made her his black bertha rich jewish princess bride, and at the height of their relationship they kept mansions in Tel Aviv and Paris and the tranny would wear hifalutin designer clothes mixed with cheap stuff that had stains all over it. They are now divorced, but she still works for one of his business concerns, and puts on these giant parties in some elegant space in Paris and flies out girlfriends like Lady Bunny, Girlina and Amanda LePore as visual stimuli. It all sounds just too sick, but that is the world of my lady B. Last week she even went to Margaret Cho's wedding to Rev' Al from the Cacophony Society. Rev Al also is one of the original gangsters responsible for the tired Burning Man Festival.

Got invited to the Justin Timberlake show by Mr. Timber himself. Who would have ever believed that he was a fan of mine? That boy is filled with surprise and is soooooo cute and put on an incredible show. He wasn’t hogging the spotlight either, which surprised me. He made his back-up band and dancers a major part of the show like an ensemble piece. A very smart move on his part, i might add. There was a wonderous whimsy afloat, all out passion and joy, with no showboating which in a production this mainstream is completely unbelievable. Justin is a kid who definitely is going to grow as a solo artist, at the moment his music is limited but what he showed at this concert makes me feel that he will definitely start writing songs down the line that will have more substance. Maybe I’m just giddy because I got special treatment from such a young darling child. At the after party he even sought me out and flirted, and was affectionate and touchy, but not in a creepy way, he really seemed sincere, and believe you me, I didn’t just fall off that turnip truck and would have felt immediately if he was just going out of his way because he felt it was important to court me to gain underground counterculture credibility, but then again is that soooo bad? His embracing something thats outside of his corporate realm should definitely be applauded. Maybe I’m a crazy troll and a fool, but I did kind of feel a little tranny chasing vibe from him. The boy DID sleep with Janet Jackson, and she’s become such a drag queen that being with me is just a few steps away, eh? *****Oh I should also note that his publicist was not exactly featuring my ghetto realness self, but I just laughed it off. Poor Christina Aguilera. She has a great voice, but is too unfocused. Talk about histrionics. Overkill, overkill, overkill. I do give her props for ridding herself of the blonde bombshell look and she has noticeably gained some well needed curves, which added a resonance to her voice, but she needs to take a few lessons from Justin and in general just tone everything way down all the way to chinatown. I still like Christina more then Britany.
Got a hot emug from Marcu Siegel who is living and loving in Germany with his hot actress girlfriend Susanne Sacche who is the star of Bruce La Bruce’s latest opus Rasberry Reicht which is set in the 70s and is about the Bader/Meinhoff terrorist gang. Marcu is a true libertine. He has a juicy buttery sexylina of a girlfriend and also a studly booty bandit boyfriend named Daniela Romana, who is such the tale tale stud that after he plows his tricks they have to go to the doctor and get their asses sewn back up. Now thats virile. Marcu's missive includes an update on some of the people in Berlin I met when I was stationed there doing a performances for 5 months. I’ll just let you read it in his own sweet words:

I am so lame for not responding sooner to your mail which brought me joy and bonerus erectus. But this past week and a half was very crazy. You see, Susanne's twins celebrated their tenth birthday on one day and then had separate parties on two other days. With the helping out of the lovely single parent S., I was also a bit busy. So
other pleasures fell by the wayside as they say...

Great news that the Fierce Fest will bring you back next Spring. We'd totally love to be a part of it. It would be great. I think the spring will be a good time for us all, so we should be able to do it then. Let me know how things develop and we could chat about it all.

Daniela and S. are meeting regularly to plan our next CHEAP projects. They want to apply for money to fund us, so that we could be independent of all these pesky institutions here. Maybe we could work out something, somehow together here or there as well. With one of the grants, you've got to be all international, so maybe we could get
money to fly our sorry asses to LA or your racehorse ass here. We'll see.

There's so much gossip, and so little time. I'll give you a juicy bit though: So, the thing is Christina, you know from Cheap Jewelry, Susanne's old best friend and everything. She's continued shedding her skin, so that there's only a slimy Eve-y residue remaining. She's all submissive and devoted to that fucked up liberal sorry tired
playwright-director René Pollesch, who has for the past six months come out somewhat sheepishly about the fact that he's got a hustler boyfriend. René's put Gordon, the h.b., into his tired plays this year--the last one starred Volker--all of which talk about his guilt feelings about "buying love, buying true feelings, are they still
real? etc." Pathetic. Anyway, René told Christina that he gave Gordon a job as an actor so that he'd stop hustling. Better a kept actor then a kept whore, I guess. René's so fucked up about sex. Christina told Susanne the other day that René finally broke up with Gordon, because G. was totally unreasonable. He wanted René to buy him a
sportscar. Sounds pretty reasonable to me. Anyway, Christina's totally all judgmental about Susanne's CHEAP club underground success and about her letting herself get deliciously plowed by the well-hung Daniel (not Daniela) in Bruce's new film. Christina tries to think it's all cool and everything, but she can't deal. And Susanne doesn't
really think it's cool or not cool; it just is, you know. Anway, Achmed (you remember him, the sexy fucked up Yemeni-East German boy who Daniela used to fuck) was on a gay chat line the other day and connected with a guy. They got together, jerked off, and were talking. It turns out the guy is a Hustler who was an Actor--"for the
last six months" he said. Achmed said, "you're not with René Pollesch are you?" The guy was like "No, not anymore. I mean, he was like all into loving me and feelings and shit and I just wanted to become famous, rich, and have a sportscar. So I ditched him." Pretty good, huh!

ok. i'll try to send more in the next days...we all send you much gossipy love
marcu

I’m so glad I’m an international black woman with friends on every corner of the earth.

The other day I went down to the Slauson Super Mall in Funkytown to do this style piece for the LA Weekly. I had a great time with my editor Kateri Butler and her rock n roll photog and the photog’s assistant and the assistants assistant. It was a fun day but I forgot just how ghetto the ghetto can be. The security guards weren’t featuring me, and neither were some of the Korean shopkeepers. Koreans are so suspicious sometimes. One lady even said, "Are you coping my designs?" PLEASE. Why would anyone copy a bad knockoff?. I wanted to stay for the entire shoot, but I had an appointment at my studio with an arts bigwig visiting from Europa, who is interested in having me as a guest curator or do some performance/installation event. I’m sure Kateri gave them shiftless Negroes and Korks hell, what they don’t realize is having an article in the Weekly will help their tired businesses, and honey that area needs all the help it can get. Being in funkytown reminded me why I don’t want to live back in the hood. The romanticsm behind it is more interesting then the reality.

My meeting with the arts programmer went well. I was smart to take the bus on Slauson to the Blue line and then the blue line to the red line to my MacArthur Park Studio. I don’t want to talk about the meeting because it might jinx things.

Had dinner with Hector and his lover Erikla at their tiny house in Silverlake on Maltman. Hector cooked a mighty fine meal. I also did my laundry and gave Hector a reading list of classic novels he should pick up. I love how he enjoys improving that Chicano mind of his. I took his copy of Against the Grain (A Rebours) by J. K. Huysmans. He’s not ready for that yet.

Hector and I went to Chico’s in Montebello to see the sexy strip show. My favorite dancer Obregon was up on top of the pool table working it. He has the most wonderful smooth skin, and now that he’s gained some poundage, his booty is even bigger and his whole titty cavity just juts out at you in 3D. Wow. I gave the boy my entire paycheck in tips. He remembered me from Spicy Beef Curtains and was very loving and sweet. There sure were a bunch of amazing papi thugs on the crowded dance floor. Chico’s is my favorite gay bar in all of greater Los Ang.

Worked all morning on my Gay Marriage article for the Weekly. I had to send it off by noon. Luckily it came together nicely. Hope my editor Laurie likes it. Got together with Ron Athey and Crepe Suzette for lunch. We were suppposed to eat at café des artiste, but one of their pipes burst and the place got flooded. I love seeing my favorite Brazilian hostess all frantic. She’s a gem. We wound up eating at Hamburger Hamlet on Hollywood Blvd across the street from the Chinese Theatre. I love the food there, but it sometimes gets a little too touristy, we sat in the bar area and was able to enjoy some privacy, thank god.

Ran into Lawrence Elbert at the tired sauna. Lawrence was my producer/cinematographer and editor for several of my experimental film projects. When I met him he was an eager beaver Cal Arts student and was going out with one of his professors Matias Viegner who had invited me as a visiting artist. Lawrence was a fan of my work and offered his services. Like most students he didn’t have any good ideas, but wanted to get some experience under his belt, and a lot of my projects are very high profile. At the time Lawrence seemed seemed ambitious but not a careerist in that Eve Harrington sortof way that I detest in people. Being I was without resources, the fact that he had at his disposal equipment from Cal Arts made a candy coated light bulb go off in my head. Since he was a conservative looking and somewhat attractive and muscular, I didn’t think that we shared the same aesthetic. His looks were very deceiving. He was a lot cooler and "with it" then I would have imagined. Talk about pre-conceived notions. Most gay boy film students are so clueless. But Lawrence knew his excrement. I saw some of his work which at that time consisted of a few really good documentaries on the rent boy and porn scene and his thesis feature Days of Pentacost which was a remake of Faster Pussycat, Kill, Kill, Kill and starred showboating supremas Alexis Arquette, Marcus Keilland Nazario and the truly talented acting chopsis of Melena de la Moja: aka Mario Gardner. Who is now dead. Lawrence met a lot of performance art people via his internship at LACE gallery.
Days of Pentacost was beautiful to look at, but a remake of Fasterpussycat? You can't improve on that. Tura Satana IS a female drag queen. So although his original ideas weren’t completely my cup of cocoa, I was impressed with his talents as a cinematographer and editor. In these areas he is absolutely brilliant.

I knew that he could give my work a slicker sheen. At the time I was working with Ricky Castro doing the Fertile La Toyah Jackson video magazine. And Ricky’s camera work left a lot to be desired. Ricky is a genius and extremely talented, but his execution was sloppy and ragged and I wanted to progress and keep the good ideas flowing but make things look a little bit more pristine. Well I connected Ricky and Lawrence, and I though the ultimate test would be to see if Lawrence could handle Ricky who is, how shall I put it? A bit abrasive. Yes thats one way to say it. Well they actually got along, and Lawrence wasn’t flakey like most youngish gays. He had a decent work ethic, which was surprising because as its important to point out, he was good looking with a nice body and usually those kind of boys don’t really need to work hard, because there is alway some man there who will support them.

Well Lawrence and I continued to make magic together for several years producing the films "Designy Living, VooDoo Williamson, and cultiminating in our masterpiece "The White To Be Angry" We actually got along quite well, even though I had to fight a bit during the editing with him. His Texas conventionality would sometimes get the better of him, sometimes in an edit I would insist on something be cut a certain way and he would go on about filmmaking rules that of course mean absolutely nothing to me, but usually he would say "oh I can’t believe it actually does work like that" so it was a nice give or take. But of course working with a black drag diva can take its toll on anyone. Me and Ricky eventually parted ways and so it was inevitable that me and Lawrence would as well. I guess certain people are only meant to be in your life for a short period of time, then you move on. I take that certain gene from my mother where keeping our individuality is more paramount then maintaining certain friendships or romantic relationships. When my mother was over someone they ceased to exist, whether it was a relative or close friend. She was the ultimate loner. And i guess in many ways i'm the same way. Of course i'm much more social then my mother was, and much more demanding on friends and acquaintances. When my mother dropped you, there was no anamosity she just wasn't interested in your company any more and that was that. I'm a little bit more grand, but its been so long since i talked with Lawrence that i can't remember why i was upset with him in the first place. I think he felt slighted by me or something like that, and then i must have gotten all haughty and thought, "How Dare he----I am the all powerful Doll" I also ran into one of Kembra Pfhaler's New York friends later in the evening. God it was girlfriend night. Not a good sign.
It was surprising running into Lawrence. We’ve never bumped into each other anyplace in the last 4-5 years or so. He looks good with a little bit of extra weight. I think he was able to hold at bay his white middleclassism in light of his hedonism. I really feel that he has a great movie to make stored deep deep in some dank recesss. I’m sure he won’t be able to figure that out for quite some time though which is sad.

Had breaky with Professor Jennifer Doyle at Madame Matisse in Silverlake. We had a good time. It will be the last time we will get to hang out because she has a conference in Spain where she is making a presentation replacing Emelia Jones, then after that she vacations in the South of France. Her mothers good friend owns a home there. I hope La Doyle gets lots of hot young french penii. She deserves it. We also ran into cute Skot of the band 400 Blows. Now he is a delightful boy who is a true bohemian. Not one of these psuedo boho’s that run rampant in downtown, Silverlakey and Echo Park. This kid is the real deal. When I interviewed his band at my old Koreatown compound for the LA Weekly, I took pics of them butt naked and Skot had no qualms bearing it all. I love it when boys have enough good sense to do what Ms. Davis tells them to.

Bricktops was zany, with an appearance by the unpredictable group He Who Cannot Be Named from Zurich, Switzerland via Luzanne. They had the audience rolling around on the floor with laughter. Of course Mr. Uncertain was his usual frolicsome self, enchanting both the males and females in the house with his precious supply of youthful beauty.
A gaggle of well dressed flappers who work for Women’s Wear Daily were having a grand ole time dancing and whooping it up. I took a lot pictures of these fun loving gals. Party planner to the stars Bryan Rabin stopped by and was looking very sexy and trim. He introduced me and performance artist Ron Athey to Robert DeNiro’s young and extremely handsome mulatto son Raphael DeNiro. Wowza! The boy is a bootypie!
Film costume designer "Crepe" Suzette Mathelson(Blue Crush, Crazy/Beautiful) also dropped in wearing a gorgeous french designed hat and an ultra unique ring by this Israeli jewelry designer. The ring looked like a silver and crystal brass knuckle. She also brought along her cute little doggie "Fendi" Baguette and actor Josh Lucas(Sweet Home Alabama) and his girly friend Thora Birch. I loved Thora in Ghost World.
The next day I went to the IFP Los Angeles Film Festival’s Great Nickelodean Show at the Directors Guild with "Crepe" Suzette. I thought Outfest was an ill festival, well this IFP takes the pie’s cake. LA use to have a brilliant film festival called Film-Ex back in the late 70s and early 80s. Going to IFP really confirmed my hatetred of icky industry types. What is that saying i have: lined pieces of white paper from a three rung notebook. The
Nickelodean Show was incredible, of course it was sparsely attended. No one in LA knows when anything is really good, they are such sheep.
It was an utter delight to see such rare films as Le Scarab d’or(The Golden Beetle) from 1907 and Le Voyage dans la lune from 1905. And get a live vaudeville show thrown into the bargain.
After the movie we went to visit Suzette's production designer friend Franco who she’s known since they were children living in South Afrika. He is Peruvian and Greek, and reminds me of my production designer friend Jose Montana who is mixed with Bolivian and Swedish and designed the rock video for REM’s "Losing My Religion" Jose works more on big budgeted car commercials these days. Suz and I also had din din at that pizza place in Laurel Canyon that use to be Coyote’. The food was delish. We then went by where Lady Bunny was staying at Loretta Hogg’s leased house near Hancock Park. Loretta use to be part of the club kid society of New York in the late 80s and early 90s. The scene that the movie Party Monster regales, now she works for The Courtney as in Courtney Love.
Of course I didn’t check my phone messages and Lady Bun Bun cancelled the desert party, which was fine and dandy as I already had quite a long day of it. Used Suz’s cell phone to call Bun, and she wanted to get together in the morn for breaky, since she is leaving in the afternoon. Something tells me that I won’t be able to wake-up for an early breakfast, but Lady will be back in town for Gay Snide where she is performing at the tired festival in WeHovial, so I’m sure we’ll espy each other.
Spent Sunday being very lazy. Bricktops takes its toll on me, and with all the running around on Saturday with the "Crepe" I really didn’t have much re-cuperation time. Spent early Sunday evening at my sister Teresa Ray’s in Hollywood. My poor crazy hermana is becoming like my mother. She spent so much time as her caretaker in her final years that now that my mother is dead, my sister doesn’t have a purpose in her life, so she’s mirrored my mother and has taken on all her eccentricities. In other familial news: My nephew Mark Taylor got laid off from his job at USC and only his wife is working full time. With all those very young children that he has, I don’t know how they are surviving on just one small salary. Teresa says he has cooked up some zany scheme where he’s going to be selling cheaply made clothes from the orient. Yeah and I’m moving into a beachfront house in St. Petersburg, Russia. My poor niece Terri Lynn and her no account husband are still living with her mother and my other sister in the Park LaBrea Towers. My sisters can barely afford the $1400 a month rent, but with my niece her husband, and all her children also living there, they are
all surely to be kicked out soon, and now is not the climate to be without a place to live. My other nephew Brian Keith is still in the army stationed in South Korea. He tried to get out of the armed forces, but they are not letting him go. He’s been in the army now for 8 unbelievable years. I told him not to sign up, but he couldn’t find any other work and of course he’s sired a million children that he can’t afford to take care of. I’m so glad I’m not a breeder. Having a need to follow societies dictates in marrying and procreating awfull children is so brainless why do so many people fall into the trap?
Overslept so i didn't get an early start on work at my office/studio. I'm way behind on a million deadlines. At my studio today my neighbor, this older black gentleman who is a photographer showed me his loft space which is huge on the west wing of the 8th floor. He has several suites joined together and he lives in the place, and has been living here in this building which was built in 1917 since 1986. His rent most be really really cheap. He’s a really nice man. My LA Weekly colleague Ben Ehrenreich, son of the famous feminist writer Barbara Ehrenreich has an office on the 9th floor. There is also some loud rock n roll band that rehearses on the 9th floor.
On the first five floors are what i call botanica abortion clinics. On the ground floor is a pharmacia where this really cute latin boy with nice skin and dark spiky hair works. This kid is in his early 20s and really beyond gorgeous. Across the hall from me is a girl i hardly see who is some graphic designer and next to her is a clothing design team of mother and gay black son. Next to them is some communista revolutionary Bader/Meinhoff group who may be secret terrorists, or at least thats the feeling i get from them. One of these days I'll come to work and my entire building will be surrounded by police helicopters and yellow tape.
I guess to sum it up my studio/office is in quite the happening building. Of course anywhere Vaginal Davis migrates becomes the new hot place. Remember what happened to Korea town? I turned it out so well, that i got outpriced and vanquished.

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.

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!

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

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.

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

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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?

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.