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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Ms. Davis,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***
Hey sweetie,

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

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

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

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

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

Not much to report here -

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Missing you as always,

xxoo

Jennifer

hung out with my good girlfriend named Myrtle, the Gyrtle. Miss M works for a limo company as a driver. She told me some hot gossip concerning dorky TV and movie star Jamie Kennedy. She went to pick him up one morning at his house on Fairfax between Hollywood and Sunset and who pops out with him but Paris Hilton, one of those Hilton sisters who go to the opening of a bag of potato chips. She was just wearing a T-shirt and a thong, and it was obvious she had spent the night getting throttled. Jamie shyly explained he had a pajama party. Yeah a Victoria's Secret Pajama Party. Well you go dude. You'll only be young and successful once in this life so taste all the prunes.
Took Cesar Vega to birthday breaky at Pacific Dining Car. Cesar is soooo sweet. What a nice, otter of a boy he is. Too bad he doesn't realize that hanging out with me will only bring him madness or death.
2nite going to tired Spaceland to see Alice Bag's new band Stay at Home Bomb. I'd love it if they re-named themselves Bombshell. Can't wait to see them, they are getting quite a following.

This just in from Glenn Belverio, my sister of the cloth and global editrix fashion guru. She is in China for a month guest editing for East/West. Enjoy her observations are always spot on.

Shanghai 06.08.03
I returned from Henan Province in central China where Shaolin Temple is located (near the town of Deng Feng) last night and now I’m back in Shanghai. All the rooms at my beloved 5 star hotel are booked solid (as are all the good hotels in my hosts’ ‘hood) so I’ve been booked into a “service apartment” with no internet connection, a stove that fills the small room with smoke when used, and a sliver of a window with a depressing view of a construction site…..I feel like I’m back in the East Village but at least there I have a bigger window. Now I’m in some restaurant trying to order lunch with minimal success (no one speaks English at any of the restaurants) because I forgot to bring my Mandarin phrase book. I’m having what a hip ex-pat I met last week calls “a bad China day”.

Three days ago I set off for Deng Feng in Henan province with Matthew, our photographer from Paris via South Africa, to visit the famed Shaolin Temple which lies at the foot of beautiful Shaoshin mountain. We were greeted at the airport by our guide and translator, Mr. Zhang (his English name is John) and our driver. The drive to the hotel was a long journey past stretches of corn fields guarded by ‘Phoenix’ trees (Phoenixes were said to once roost in them and their function is to protect the crops from the elements), rows of humble wooden shacks and low cement pagoda-roofed buildings, caves (yes, caves) containing peasant cave dwellers and of course hundreds of farmer families whose naked children frolicked in the mud along the road. It was a far cry from quasi-cosmopolitan Shanghai, even Shanghai’s slummy neighborhoods. Excited by these rustic tableaus of round-faced farmers and their children, Matthew repeatedly yelled to the driver so he could stop and snap a shot of a father cradling his child in his arms or an elderly man – his leathery face a complex road map of intricate lines and wrinkles – struggling to pull a heavy cart of hay or wood. At first I cringed at the exploitative aspect of the situation, but most of the peasants reacted with broad, warm smiles (even the old man struggling to pull the cart!) and rabid curiosity. Soon we came to a larger highway and as our driver sped up I noticed with some alarm the Chinese’ unique style of driving: no one paid attention to the highway’s designated lanes and everyone swerved in and out of them and around and toward each other’s vehicles in a motorized ballet of chaos that was a backseat driver’s worst nightmare. In America, teenagers are known to play a game called ‘chicken’ where two cars drive toward each other until one chickens out and turns off the road. In China, the game of ‘chicken’ is called ‘driving’ – a series of endless, potential head-on collisions that somehow get you to your destination in one piece. Throw in the added fun of bicyclists who never, ever get out of the way even when a car horn is blown up their asses and the occassional errant herd of cows and you have a ride that is never boring. Wheeeeeee, indeed. Eventually we hit a traffic jam, and our driver turned off onto a dirt road, if you could even call it a road, and we bumped along through the hills past more caves and ramshackle stores and gas stations. (Amidst all this poor, simple life there were still billboard ads hawking noodles and soft drinks). After what seemed like an hour of dune buggy style driving we came upon a wide, newly paved highway lined with workers who looked more like chain gang members as they sledgehammered rocks while wearing prison-like work uniforms. The highway is being built by the government to enable easier transport for tourists who wish to visit Shaolin Temple. In fact, the government is pouring a lot of money into this area as part of a facelift to prepare for the 2008 Olympics, a time when many eyes will be turned not just on the Games, but on “modern” China itself as well. We sped along on this pristine new road only to reach an abrupt, disappointing end where the pavements gave way to more dirt and boulders. Finally we made it to our creepy, deserted “4 star” hotel in Deng Feng (we’ll get to that later) that, with its natty pagoda-style roof and large, empty chambers, was like a Chinese version of the hotel in The Shining. We dropped off our bags and set off immediately for Shaolin Temple. Shaolin Temple is a large area that consists of thirty kung fu schools where thousands upon thousands of Chinese students aged between 6 and 18 are in residence (there are some older students between 19 and 21. And of course there are the hip Westerners who come to learn kung fu and “find themselves”…or rather there were. In April, the 30 or 40 French and Belgian 20-somethings fled back to Europe at the first report of SARS. Chicken shits. It should be noted that there has not been one reported case of SARS in Henan province.) The first school we visited, the Shaolin Arts Martial Arts School Tagou (Tagou is the name of the area where Shaolin Temple and the school are) is the largest in the area: 10,000 students (400 of them are girls). As we entered the large front yard of the school, hundreds of boys were lined up in squadrons as instructors yelled orders at them. The boys, in little red uniforms, were jumping, thrusting, and yelling in unison but when they spotted the two tall, alien-looking Westerners in their midst, scores of them stopped – in mid-karate chop, yet – to yell “HELLO!” and flash cherubic smiles. We wandered into the dormitory area where some of the boys were engaged in armed combat, brandishing wide swords, whips (called ‘whispers’ or bians) and chains, their shirtless, lean, hard torsos resembling those of stealthy young jungle cats. There were times in fact when we were surround by a sea of perfect, lean, tight young bodies that put all of those Western (Hollywood) yoga-and- pilates-bodies-in-a-room-full-of-hotties to utter shame. As we pulled out our cameras, the boys feigned shyness and scampered away, only to return in groups of 3 or 4 and snap into a perfect kung fu mise-en-scene with weapons or limbs brandished with stylish perfection. In other words these boys know they are hot shit and they love to show it off. And as the camera flashed, they changed poses for each picture with more professionalism and panache than a top super model.
To be cont.....

my time at the LA Weekly every friday is coming to an end. I'm surprised i lasted this long. I was just supposed to take Ron Athey's place when he went on tour 5 years ago and somehow that wound up being a temporary permanent thing. It has been fun here and there, but i don't like having to be anyplace every week. Especially with Bricktops on Friday, i'd like to have that time to prepare for the club and not be all frantic and exhausted by showtime. I'll still be contributing to the Weekly writing here and there, but i just won't be in the office on a regular basis any more. Don't know when my official last Friday will be. Maybe at the end of this month or maybe sooner or perhaps later.

Got this email from Judy LaBruce. She is the best!

hi Vaginal. oh boy, what a life. marital bliss ain’t what it’s cracked up to be, let me be the first to inform you. the muslim has gone off the tracks again and has sent me into a spirulina. it usually happens about once a year. visions of angels, apocalyptic prognostications, fisticuffs, fire and brimstone. and that’s just during foreplay. how did i end up with a closeted bi-polar fundamentalist Muslim anyhow? i must be a closeted bi-polar fundamentalist Muslim magnet. sure, he has approximately the same number of distinct personalities as Sybill at the best of times, but the important thing is that I like all of them. it’s like dating the King family. (how’s that for an outdated reference). but this one personality that emerges annually, I tell you, is a real jerk. I don’t know. is there any future with a closeted bi-polar fundamentalist Muslim? i’m having serious doubts. this weekend was a disaster. i can’t go into the last detail, but i’ll give you a sampling. he’s driving on the freeway in his car and suddenly he feels himself detaching from his body. he doesn’t think he can control the car so he exits and continues to drive to my place through the city. when he goes into this fugued state he’s usually two to three hours late anyway. when he finally arrives he’s high on pot and shaking like a Leif Garret. he tells me he thinks he’s dead. this i can relate to. i feel like i’m dead a lot of the time too, and after fainting and hitting my head on the side of the bathtub in january, i almost believe that i did die and everything since than has been a vivid dream of the living dead. i calm him down and we go out for a nice meal, and once we’re home we get into bed and start to watch the Omega Man which i’ve rented because i figure it’s a good movie for a dead person to watch. he falls asleep for an hour but his drug dealer calls so he gets dressed and disappears for an hour. meantime i’ve fallen asleep – it’s almost 4am. when he gets back into bed he wants to have sex, but i’m asleep and not in the mood. so he leaves because he’s taken a hit of E. the next day he tells me that he met the archangel Michael who told him that the world is going to end soon. how he then tried to pick up a guy on the street who turned out to be a hustler who got mad at him and kicked him in the head so he beat up the poor boy. then he tried to pick up a female hooker in a park and he almost got kicked in the head again. now today he’s talking about an arranged marriage with a female doctor divorcee that his family is trying to set him up with. honestly, this only happens once a year, but it makes me realize that it doesn’t bode well for long-term marital bliss. but then, why should i expect that anyway? most of the time he’s a normal, sweet-natured, loving man, so i guess i should just take it day by day day by day oh dear allah three things i pray. anyway, the reason i’m writing is to ask you what was the name of that kooky Hawaiin dyke that was doing the make up in my horn doggy room? please inform. how was your weekend. x blab

Had breaky with pretty Louise of the LA Times. We met at Tropical. She had never been there, and it was great introducing a legendary spot to a Los Ang newcomer. I really like Louise. She has that no-nonsence euro quality that i adore in people and she is a great beauty as well with the most amazing face, warm and open. She is way too smart for a town like this. And she loves to drink. I loved hearing about Danish Royalty. She told me that the queen of Denmark is my height and in her 50s, she married a big dicked Frenchcommoner, and recently was at a summit where Fidel Castro sat right to her side in his army fatigues. How how is that. The Queen of Denmark seems much more interesting then olde Bessie of Merry ole England. The Queen of Den has a hot son, the Crown Prince Frederick who is a strapping ginger head with a big butt and giant willisaurus. She has a younger boy who married a hong kong lady. Something tells me that the crown prince and i are meant to be an item, and i'm going to wind up Vaginal I of Denmark. Hey why shouldn't i marry into royalty? Its my destiny.
Willie Banta and his gorgeous wife Miriam Jacobsen came by my pad and put me up a nice big shelf in my closet. Boy do i need the extra shelving. They also took me out to a scrumpteous meal at the Pig n Whistle on Hollywood Blvd. They wanted to go to Musso and Franks, but its closed on Sundays. I had always wanted to go to The Pig since its a Hollywood Landmark from the 20s that was closed in the 50s and was brought back with the renovation of the adjacent Egyptian Theatre. I loved the food, delish, but they need to get rid of that big screen TV and all the other tiny monitors. I don't want to eat in a tired Sports bar. One of the reasons why i never went in was all the icky people you'd see eating there from the outside looking in. Tired trash with cell phones. But at the time we went we had the place all to ourselves which is how i like it. I'm getting more reclusive as i get older, very much like my mother, i find myself not having any desire to be around many people. Such is the life of a lady like myself.
Oh i was housesitting for Da Da Athey and cooked up a meal for Shauna Leone. We had a great time just having a girlish gagfest. She is such a sweet child.