Ate lunch at Luna Sol on 6th Street at the bottom of the Asbury Apt Building. I love the food here, but the place has an odd vibe. Its sortof hippy dippy activisty mixed in with a bit of crusty street punk rasta sensibility that just doesn’t mesh with me.
There is this one jubas boy who works there, I can’t remember if he’s sporting dreds or not but his hands are always filthy, and he just doesn’t look like he bathes very often, which is a no no when working around food and the public. I’m not the only one who has noticed this, so I’m not being precious. On top of that he’s not very friendly and cops quite an attitude. There is also an Asian girl who works at the place and she is just downright hostile. When Cesar Vega took me there, she wasn’t featuring us as a couple. I guess she couldn’t quite figure out why were were together and it was disturbing to her. The girl looks like a cross between Anabella Lewin of Bow Wow Wow and that performance art chick who does all those gang bang films. A few weeks ago I went to Luna Sol and Anna was working there. Anna is the sweet younger sister of Maribu/Maribel who was the young lesbian girlfriend of my Afro Sister Fertile La Toyah Jackson. Now Fertile is seeing someone who is just a little bit more age appropriate. The girl who waited on me at Luna today was very sweet, but some of the other diners were giving some weird attitude. One boy with big feet was cute, and I could tell was trying to figure me out, what he should have done was ask me out on a date and bent over and let me munch on his garden salad. There were these other two white chickx that also rubbed me the wrong way and a ginger headed boy who was too ugly to be so arrogant.

Was invited to go to the grand opening of the Walt Disney Concert Hall designed by Frank Gehry. The only thing I had to wear that was formal was my Rick Owens couture suit. Thank god the weather cooled down last night or I wouldn’t have lasted. My escort was Wayne Baruch, and executive with PBS. What a gala event, the likesis I have never seen before. The hall is extroidinary and the acoustics are perfect. I caused quite a commotion on the red carpet and the paparrazi went crazola. A lot of people thought I was Dennis Rodman for some strange reason. I decided to play along with it. Robert Graham gave me his card, he had been giving me the hairy eyeball all night. So was actress Stephanie Powers. That one I don’t understand----she doesn’t strike me as a lesbiana. I told Mr. Gehry that I worked for ten years at UCLA’s Placement and Career Planning Center which he designed in 1975. I loved that building. Paul Geller the LA Philharmonic production direct told me he read my article in the LA Weekly about Club Chub and wants to go. He’s definitely a bear alright.
One of my favorite actresses died---Janice Rule. I loved her in Robert Altman’s Three Women and that movie The Swimmer with Burt Lancaster. Also Rerun from the 70s sitcom Whats Happening died. He had been a regular on Soul Train in the early 70s and part of the dance group the Lockers with Toni Basil.
Miracle of Miracles-I left my Mac Make-up bag that I use as a general carry clutch in the Starbucks on Santa Monica and Fairfax. This heatwave has me all flustered and I’m not exactly in my right mind. Of course someone stole it thinking it was a woman’s purse. I was distraught. My eyeglasses, day planner and my article that I wrote in hand for the LA Weekly’s Entertainment Guide were all in that bag. Luckily the heavens looked favorably on me and when the thief tossed the bag in Hancock Park a good Samaritan Sparkletts Waterman found it and called me telling me where I could find it. He hid it in some bushes on Windsor and 8th Street. Whew what a close call.

Went to writers klatch with Daddy and Lisa Teasley. Lisa’s new novel is really progressing nicely. Its so exciting seeing her blossom. The Indian summer heat is wilting me. I’m just a little green flower. Always remember that. Here it is almost all Hallow’s Eve and instead of layers I’m in a wifebeater. Glum.

Solidified the after party for the drag king movie Venus Boyz with Dred King. Dred has that New York moxie down pat. I’m glad someone is enthusiastic about something. I always forget that some people actually believe in showbizness. I’ve never been that ambitious.

Had dinner with Greg Der Ananian. He’s quite a cook, that kid. Very yummy meal. Greg really isn’t a kid anymore. He’s 28 years old. When I met him he was 21 or 22 and a student at the University of Indiana at Bloomington. He orchestrated me being brought out there as a visiting artist. I love the mid west, those cornfed /free range cuties. Greg is putting together a bazarre featuring high art crafts work. Very cute idea. He makes these cum rag with precision stitching and other erotica of similar ilk. Quite impressive.

I’m exhausted. With the MTA bus/subway strike in its second week, I’m riding my bike all over town and covering quite some distance. Its making my butt bootylicious, but finding myself very short of breath. Oh welp, I just have to be thankful that I have some form of transportation.

This week Ron Athey and I had a power bitch meeting discussing many issues including The UK/Euro tour of Visions of Excess and also bringing back Spicy Beef Curtains as a quarterly solstice event. We kicked out some really amazing ideas and names of people we’d like to have perform like Joel Gibb and his Hidden Cameras Project, Animal Charm, the luscious Rebecca Del Rio and World Famous BoB. Plus our main girl Kembra is putting together a brand new edition of The Voloptuous Horror of Karen Black which should really be intriguing. We have our hairy eyeball on the Hollywood Forever Cemetary as a site specific location for a Tent Cathedral Saturday-as-Sunday-Going-To-Meeting-Place. After the blair power bitch meeting Daddy cooked an awesome streak dinner with Ocra on a bed of brown chisel rice-----beyond yummy.

Bricktops Friday was very casual chic. The Pablo Picasso theme worked really well. The talented audience loved painting their own masterpieces with the paint and easel Andrew of Gould set up.
We celebrated the joint birthdays of my grandson Mr. Uncertain and guardian of the gate Michele Mills of the Epiladies. Joining in the festivities lovesexy drag king extroidinaire Dred Gerestant, who just moved to LA from New York City and is in the new film Venus Boyz that opens at the Laemmle Fairfax on November 7th. Bricktops will host their after party. Also scruffy Eric Eisner the son of movie mogul Michael Eisner was sniffing around for booty. The kid ain’t too bright, but he sure looks good. Legendary scenester Europa, seems to be Mr. Uncertains biggest fan, she was looking lovely as ever and will do a pre-hallow’s eve jewelry installation/boutique next week. The stunning Rebecca Del Rio (David Lynch’ muse and star of Mulholland Drive)also came by enchanting everyone with her wit and goodtime Sally vibe. The Devil’s grandson Stanton LaVey and his new lady friend Mila Kunis popped in but couldn’t stay long as they had to go back home and do some more carnel knowledging. I’m so glad that Stanton is back in Los Ang. Stanton’s famous grandfather Anton LaVey of the church of Satan would be proud. French hearthrob Benoit Magimel of the new Claude Chabrol film
"La Fleur du Mal" had all the ladies going crazy. I sure would love to eat this young cheesy french diquetator out.

Oh the yearly Best of LA edition of the LA Weekly came out on Thursday. I have a Best Advice essay that actually came out really good. I’ve been getting a dozen emails and phone calls with compliments. Went to my guardian of the Bricktops gate, Michele Mills of the Epiladies birthday soiree at the YeeTee pub in Atwater Village. Can you believe it, a bar I haven’t been inside of? Very cute. Seems like someone else was having a party as well. All the Epiladies were present with their bitch Scratch. Plus sightings of celebutantes like Jane Cantillon and her mogul hubby, Alice Bag and Jailbait, Bibbe Hansen and Sean Carrillo as well as Jeffreyland Hilbert and his beau, the great Mrs Michael Glass and Tom Guzman.

My sweet angel of a husband, Andrew of Gould in Suffex took me all the way to miserable Pico Rivera to retrieve some items that have been in storage for over a year.
Warning: Never use Door-to-Door storage. They are a rip off. Last year i was in a desperate situation. I had to move quickly and i got suckered into a situation because of my desperality. Another reason i want to leave tired Los Ang and live in a different country. NO affordable housing here, and and i have to struggle to keep studio space to just do work in. I'm getting angry again.
2night daddy athey and i are working on a game plan to revive Spicy Beef Curtains or something similar. We're going to brainstorm.

Saw the movie School of Rock starring Frank Black of Tenacious D. I have a new found appreciation for Mr. Black. Was at someones house recently, when they rented Shallow Hal, and I found his performance in that flick to be quite good as well. He definitely has something, a sortof John Belushi charm. Eh? Remember Belushi in the film Continental Divide with Blair Brown in the early 80s? His acting was superlative in that film and Black could go in that same direction. Talk about a film closely tied in to my punk rock youth. I spent a lot of time hanging out with Belushi in the late 70s and early 80s both here in LA and New York. His Blues Bros director John Landis, had a crush on me, and we shared a romantic kiss one night. I was in drag and I don’t think Landis knew that I wasn’t a woman. Those were the days.
Writers klatch with Ron and Lisa has been a sterling success. Lisa’s compound in Laurel Canyon is just gorgeous. We worked down in the bottom of her back yard which goes on for what seems like miles of trees and earthen vistas. It really helps the creative process.
My little papa Frank Rodriguez, my former partner with Club Sucker, helped me dub some of my work for the Alpert Award. That sweatheart always comes through for his lady. He cooked me a delicious meal and we just spent quality time together which is such a rare treat. He quit his corporate job at Sony Pictures after umpteenth years and now has his own design company called Famous that he runs with Jeffreyland Hilbert. Its hard being a business man but his company is doing well, and I see great things in his future. Frank never fails to fascinate me. I fell madly in love with him the first moment I laid eyes on him and that love has never diminished in all these years.

Bricktops Fatty Arbuckle night was very sweet. Mr. Uncertain enacted his loveable monster persona which he hasn’t done in quite a while and also tap danced, which I love. He also did a spiffy version of "Lady, Be Good". I sang my original song "Chinga Tu Madre" in honor of the election of "The Arnold" as our golden states new governor. I also managed to stick in the showtune "Aces High". Our special guests were Tommy’s Italian Novelty Band featuring Tom and Aldo from Janet Klein’s Parlour Boys. Tom and Aldo are two very horny elderly gentlemen who are amazing musicians. They brought in a top notch stand-up bassist and a young kid who sang a smoking original blues number. My door girl Selene was also looking mighty foxy in a fur coat and vintage undies.
A lot of humpy rock n rollers also came by to pay their respects to la diva. Tim Armstrong of Rancid was dancing away with a lady friend, but also made time with pretty San Francisco heritage DJ Pandora. Tim and Matt his bass player from Rancid use to come to Club Sucker and this was his first visit to Bricktops, I think he enjoyed himself. Nora Kaye of the Centimeters fame also stopped in. She’ll be the guest star for our Halloween German Expressionist Extravaganza. She was chit chatting with Derek Fudesco and Andrea Zollo of the band Pretty Girls Make Graves. What a stupid name for a band. Michael Schmidt, the chain mail designer and Charlie’s Angels movie costumer got lucky and picked up a tall young blond boy. Good for him. He deserves some goodies, and the boy he snaggled has a giant penis. How do I know that? I met the kid first when he lived in Minneapolis when I was on tour with Margaret Cho and we had a fierce roll in the proverbial hay. Also during the end of my weekly performance Andrew WK, the mad, but overwelmingly pretty party rocker, came by and was almost unrecognizeable in a houndstooth suit and bowler hat that hid his long hair. He gave a quick compliment to our DJ Pirate Jenny, from Montepelier before he took off into the night by 1:15pm. I sure wish I could have followed him home and got into bed with him.

i i got a little emug from my good friend Kari Khrome formerly of the runaways and now living in NYC:

last weekend i was looking out my window on the top
floor, it was early early evening, and i watched two
girls climb out from the basement of a squat, adjacent
to the empty lot across the street. the wriggled out
and crouched behind a pile of old wood and pipes. two
girls sat on the wood and chain smoked, while one girl
crouched down and pulled her pants down and peed while
they all smoked and talked. the girl peeing wore a
black and red plaid skirt with a black hoodie and her
hair crazy couloured blood red. her ass was facing me,
and it was whiter than any white i had ever seen. she
crouched there peeeing and smoking at the same time
while talking to her friends. she looked around for
something to wipe with, and seeing nothing, used the
the front of her shirt. she stood up yawned, and then
blew her nose on the shirt as well.
i was cracking up. Rancid was playing at CBGBs and the
troops were out in full force. two guys, one with a
military mohawk, and another in in a GBH t shirt
crossed the street in front of my building. the one in
the GBH t shirt slowed down, leaned down on a
construction cone to steady himself, and vomited in
the middle of the street.
all of this happened within 3 minutes.
what can you do?
last week a carfull of kids who were drunk and stupid
sat out in front of my building for an hour screaming.
a huge group of them came piling out of the Bowery
Poetry Club twirling and screeching and dancing around
like some loser teenagers at a Rocky Horror Picture
Show matinee. I got so pissed that i went on top of
the roof and threw a rock down on top of thier van. It
made a loud Kachunk as it hit. i ran back downstairs
to my apt and listened to them scream some more. i got
so pissed i went back on top of the roof and threw 3
big rocks in rapid succession. each one sounded like
thunder.
when i went back to my apt and looked out the window
they had left.
fucking assholes.

Political Front-C’est fatigue
Well he won, as expected—"The Arnold" is now the governor of California. Of course the state deserves him. In a beauty contest of monkeys the winner will always be a monkey.
I really need to leave this country. But go where? Germany? France? England? Well at least in Germany I’ll get more sex. But after living there for 5 months 2 years ago, I can see Germany is at the same place it was in 1928.
Is there a place for me in this world? I doubt it.

Edward Bunotto one of my cute Topping From the Bottom Boys from the first Platinum Oasis was nominated for Best Art Director for the TV musical The Music Man. He lost but I had no idea he was even an art director let alone getting nominated for an Emmy. He is living in Toronto and Montreal and has a big fat dick and nice titties so he always attracts lots of cute boys around him like flies to the flame, or is that moths?
I thought little Eddie was an art photographer. It just goes to show you how many different scenes and worlds Vaginal Davis criss crosses.
Literary Pituatary-Ron Athey, Lisa Teasley and little lady I, started our writers klatch again. We’re going to meet every Mon at 2pm at Lisa’s Laurel Canyon compound. The first session went really well. That Lisa is so prolific. She has a brand new chapter of a new book. Wow! She’s making me look bad. Her second book Dive will soon be published and it was fantastic working with her as she wrote the book with the first installment of our klatch. Its difficult coordinating our busy schedules, but its so so worth it.
With all these commitments I have lately---- upcoming art shows in Europa and writing for art catalogues, books and the like, my health is beginning to suffer. I’ve got to learn an important new Vaginal Davis word, and that is: "No" or I’ll never get through this year in one sardine piece. Also doing a weekly niteclub is really taking its toll on me. I love doing Bricktops, but its a stressfull 24/7 always on call work throttle. Now I appreciate what Frank and Dale did during the five years of Club Sucker. But at least they got a lot of sex out of the bargain. I’ve only had sex nibbles from doing Bricktops.

I’m glad I had a few days of vacation in San Francisco, but it was hardly enough time to regenerate properly.

Page 16-"The Courtney" as in Courtney Love was arrested recently and OD’d all in the same night. Poor child, she’s a messes mess. From what my spies have told me, she was picked up by the cops around Loretta Hoggs house below Olympic Blvd. Loretta is the former NYC Klub Kidd who works for Mizz Love and is pretty much the "dad" to her daughter Frances Bean.
Culture-Went to see Marisa Carnesky perform Jewess Tattooess at UCLA’s MacGowan Hall. Talk about spellbinding and revitting. This multi media piece had some incredible films in it, plus the sound and lighting by Marisa’s black dyke designer friend Rose. It all just added up to geniustrata. I’m sure someone like Marilyn Manson will steal some of Marisa’s top gun visual ideas for one of his tired videos.
Marisa performed as part of Visions of Excess, the event in England that Ron and I co-curated.
Seeing one of her full pieces presented properly was an utter delight to the senses. No one is working in Jewess mysticism as a performance art concept, and she is funny, sexy, intelligent and beguiling on stage.
Marisa and her posse came by Bricktops on Friday after their performance. It was wonderous having them in the hause. Bricktops theme was in keeping with the celebration of all things Jewish, in that we were saluting the Jewish vaudeville star Fanny Brice. I butchered her famous song, "My Man". For visual stimuli, we showed Babs Streisand playing Fanny in "Funny Lady" plus the real Miss Brice in the MGM classic Ziegfeld Follies of 1946. Mr. Uncertain also debut his new Uncertain Marching Band. His drummer and guitar player are really licky suckable. It was also Shauna Leone’s birthday party. The notables seen drinking and co-mingling: Stuart Krasner, the NBC executive who likes to stop by ever so often and troll for cute impressionable boys, Vanity Fair’s editor-at-large Matt Trynauer who actually caught the show this time, director Ramzi Abed who is working on a movie about the Black Dahlia Murder and has lined up Werner Herzog to appear. It just so happens one of the books I’m reading is Herzog on Herzog. I love how he threatened to kill Klaus Kinski and himself if Kinski walked out on him. Love the German lesbian drama.antics
Speaking of Germanic drama, Nastassia Kinski came to the club as part of the entourage of Lesbian Icona Gwen Turner(American Psycho, Go Fish) Nastassia felt Bricktops was too downscale for her and was trying to get Gwen to leave, but she wasn’t budging.
I adore Gwen, she is a real party nigger. One time the girl was so drunk that they wouldn’t let her on a plane to London, where she was filming a movie. Even knackered that wit of hers bounced back, "I’m not going to fly the plane." Her beauty and charm Wowed them and they let her board. Gwen’s latest project is a lesbian version of Queer is Folk that stars Pam Grier and Jennifer Beals of Flashdance fame. That should be something else.
Oh and that super fine Aussie super model turned TV Tarzan Travis Fimmel also slinkered in, but he wasn’t very friendly, or nice to doorgirl Meesh of the Epiladies.
Pirate Jenny from Montepilier kicked major asstrovar behind the wheels of steel, which enabled me to have a bit of a respite which I greatly appreciated. I’m sure there were some other celebs hankering about, but as usual I’m too drunk to recognize them.

back from my vacation in San Fran. I wanted to go to Montreal, but i had to settle for someplace a little less exciting. I had a great time, one can only do the city by the bay for a short stay---its a beautiful town, but a little on the dullard side.
It was my second time at the Folsom Street Fair and i enjoyed seeing all the nudity and sexual shenanigans. Those porno booths were something else. Even i was shocked by the flagrant daytime chowing down. And some of the models were very generous to their fans allowing them a slurp or two. When i arrived Saturday night and checked into the Carriage Inn i was surprised at how sweet my room was. After cruising the soma bars, i was angry that i was invisible/divisible and wound up back at the motel by 12 midnight, but as i was about to run down the street for some grub i met a horny fella and he invited me to his room where we were soon joined by his jubas boyfriend and commensed upon a threegy. After 90 minutes of them worshipping my chubby body, we were joined by another salt n peppa couple and it was an all for nothing fivegy. One of the pieces of snow had what must have been a 13 1/2 willisaurus, and i do believe he wanted to plow me with it because he spent a lot of time greasing me up with a hot link analingus tongue. His sphincter worship was unbelievable. But being the selfish betsy that i am, the minute i ejaculated my 2 inch clit, it was later dayz for this wo-man. So i went to the Mel's Diner and pigged on an alvacado burg and fries and watched a little cable TV, popped a xanax and had the best sleep imaginable. The next day i was very rested and ready to peruse the fair without being all desperality. After the fair i wents to the Eagle and macked on several guys including one of the pieces of snow i had fornicated with in the 5gy. Not the 13 1/2 inch snow but the one from Chicago with his thyroid eye jubas jubilee. The snow's negro had a below average willis, so of course he doesn't get his hole worked the way he wants it and was counting on having a one-on-one with me, but i don't like repeats. No one was floating my boat so i left and went to a few other barzinas and at the Powerhause i ran into the salt n peppa couple picking up another jub. What slutkas!
I was more than satisfied from last night so decided to go back to the motel and met a cute El Salvadorean who looked like a tall version of Rubencito the bar back at the Parlour. I swear he was his twin, but with a more amazing body and twitchy tight holestravar, so i went to his room and proceded to mack mama him royally and didn't even need a viagra that daddy athey had given me. I've never had such sexual pluck in San Francisco before. The rest of my trip was spent catching up with girlfriends like Larry Bob, "Pop That Cherry" Jefferson and Immanuel de La Felaise.

Last night me and Ron through an impromptu party for Marisa Carnisky, the British Live Arts performer who is doing her piece at UCLA. She's been getting a lot of delicious press that she really deserves. When i did my shows in London she was the perfect hostess to me, so i wanted her to meet some LA royalty and they all came out in mass. Too many stars to name right at this moment but maybe later. Daddy Athey cooked a lovely Thai meal and his beau Maxmillian made lovely cocktails with an exclamation point on the cock.

Rebecca Del Rio of Mulholland Drive fame performed as part of Bricktops Lupe Velez, Mexican Spitfire Fiesta. What a successful event. One of Bricktops best nights for sure. Rebecca is a phenomenal singer and performer with a voice that is beyond angelic. She is one unbelievable talent and everyone was mezmerized. Of course there were lots of celebs including director David Lynch and Laura Harring plus an asortment of writers and artists too numerous to mention here but i will say that punk rock legend Don Bolles(The Germs) came by along with David J. of Bauhaus/Love and Rockets Fame and this amazing young kid who is either a hockey player or basketball player from Russia. His name is Alexander Frolov and he is so beautiful that our eyes met as i was DJ-ing and he came up to me in the booth and we wound up sharing a deep passionate kiss that kept me from changing records for a few minutes. I was that distracted. Hopes he makes a return visit and SOON.
Saturday Professor Doyle aka Pirate Jenny gave me a ride to the aeroport so that i could take my long awaited vacation to San Francisco. Boy do i deserve some time off. I've worked two asses off in the last year. I wanted a few days of debauchery and i felt like the Folsom Street Fair would be perfect to explore. Last year i was in San Francisco, but that trip wasn't so great as i spent too much time hen partying with girlfriends and getting absolutely NO booty whatsoever. This year i had to take care of myself and my nut, so i avoided girlfriends, and splurged on a hotel. I stayed for 3 days at the Best Western Carriage Inn on 7th at Mission. It was a lot nicer then i expected it to be. I had reserved three nights but i was only going to stay two but it was so comfy i decided i deserved those three nights even if i have to starve later. My first night Saturday i went bar hopping, but it proved very disapointing, so i headed home early and wound up meeting at the Best Western Americana next to my motel this salt n peppa fuck buddy couple from Chicago. The snow was very muscular with bullet nipples and a ripped washboard set of abs. He said he was 37 but looked older, because he was balding, but was still very handsome, in a Mr. Paul Ashly like way. The jubas was kind of thyroid eyed but extremely friendly and seductive. They had their own rooms but we wound up in the snow's suite. Both of them pounced on me and started sucking on my titties, which of course i love as my tits demand lots of attention. They were very much into just servicing me, which being the grand poobah diva that i am is mostly what i look for in a trick. After loads of foreplay where the jubas jubilee was massaging me and licking every orifice on my body------both of them had very average peterfications. I was surprised that the jubas was actually somewhat of a princess Tiny Meat. He certainly broke the black stereotype. About 90 minutes into our session there was a knock at the door and another salt and pepper couple came over. This other jubas had giant muscles and a very thick willis but not especially long, plus he had massive pectorals and nipples that looked liked Thierry Mugler's steel plated nips. The snow was very tall and handsome with white hair and what looked like a 13 inch willasaurus. Now 4 men were doing double time in taking care of my lady needs, it was my ultimate fantasy come true and i couldn't believe it was happening. I wanted it to last for hours, but all the stimuli directed towards me made me slooge sooner then i would have wanted. Ms. 13 inch cruel club seemed a little disapointed. I think she was hoping to plow my virgin hole, but as soon as i ejaculated i was starving and got the hell out of Dodgekin. I went next door to my Inn and asked the tired Philipino desk clerk where i could get some hot food. He told me that there was a Mel's diner on 4th and Mission. I walked over there and got take out and brought it back to my room and chowed and watched a little cable TV and had an amazing sleep. The next day was Sunday and Folsom Day and i wasn't feeling all desperality, which was good and was able to enjoy the kinky procedings. I was surprised by all the broad daylight cock sucking sphinter munching at the porno booths. Some very virulent porn pups were just going to town and even let some trolls have a slurp or two. The porn stars were being very generous. Of course there was the regular gaggle of fuglies running around butt naked when they shouldn't be. I ran into a lot of LA girlfriends which isn't exactly what i was hoping for, but it was nice seeing Greg Cloud aka Greg Lenzman, Marvina Jones & Co and Mr. Cross who now lives in Oakland and is a full fledged F2M Mack daddy. I've always loved and admired that Mr. Cross, he's is as handsome as ever.

After the fair i went to the Eagle and connected with several men and had some mack sessions that didn't exactly go anywhere, but it was nice being desired for a change. I also ran into the snow from Chicago who told me that his jubas was just a neighbor and casual fuckbuddy, which i don't believe i think they are in a all out relationship. I didn't just fall of the ole turnip truck.
The Jubas was busy flirting with a bunch of snow papas, but was never too far away from his main Chi-town snow piece. Miss snow made it clear he wanted to have a private session with me and get plowed as his Jubas doesn't exactly have the equipment to stretch his hole into a man channel and i was actually giving butch realness which was intriguing him. But i already had her Saturday and did not savor any repeat performances. My intuition was that she would turn into one bossy cow bottom and this particular night I was all about The NEW---no second hand Roses or repeats. So we made out a bit and that was that. I wound up going to Blow Buddies and meeting a guy from Hawaii and some other piece of high snow, and they both commensed to service my binockers. One was being a little too rough and making my already somewhat sore nips sorer, but the Hawaiian was perfect and after i busted my proverbial gnut i hung out with Ms. Honolulu and she messaged me and we snuggled a bit. Oh and i got back to Ms. Hotel early by 12:00midnight, after getting food this time at the 10th and Mission greasy hamburger joint.
Monday i just did girlfriend stuff with Larry Bob and went to his Comedy Night. Wasn't really impressed with any of the comics---you know comedy isn't my thing. I was hoping Larry's beau Nick was performing, but the MC was some well known gagster who didn't exactly float my boat. A straight middle aged hippy looking comic was actually the funniest and a big southern Diesel Dyke came in 2nd place. I couldn't hack the full two hour show and left and did some bar hopping, but Monday nite is so dismal in SanFranc that i wound up coming back to the motel early and just eating and watching cable TV which is a treat since i down own a television.
Checked out of the motel by noon and went and had a nice snack at a cute vegetarian place with L-Bob and my step son Immanual de la Falaise picked me up and i spent the rest of the day with him. We drank at some tired rock n roll bar in the mission and then went to this incredible east Indian restaurant in the suburbs near his home and had a meal that was beyond beyond. The head waiter was gorgeous and he was actually flirting with me. The other east asian men weren't exactly featuring my queeny troll vibe. I spent the night at Immanuel's then in the morning we met with his mother my ex-wife and former Afro Sister, "Pop That Cherry" Jefferson, and had a sweet breakfast and then we had a snack at Cafe Flor then Iman whisked me to the Aeroport and now i'm back to the reality of no sex in LA. Ha har!

oh my darlings. My little date with lawyer anderson was wonderful. We had a little sweet luncheon at this agua fresca joint on hollywood and vine that makes the most delicious sandwiches and fruit nectars imaginable, then we went to the tired Arclight Theatre to see Woody Allen's new movie Anything Else starring Jason Biggs and a radiantra Christina Ricci who has really made the transition from child star to adult actress. I kind of hate that she has taken the AllyMcBeal route of dieting and weight control and is a skinny lollipop head. She looked much better with meat on her bones. In all fairness she's gained a bit back, but not enough to rescue her from the gaunt clutches of Hollywood chic. Jason sure is fine looking and so is Jimmy Fallon from Saturday Nite Live fame. I also enjoyed the brief appearance of Adrian Grenier. What a nice surname Grenier. How does Vaginal Grenier sound?
Also saw the movie underworld about Vampires and Werewolves. Kate Beckinsale was her usually snooty self and Scott Speedman was doing his brooding thing that he gets carried away with. Oh i can't fault someone for perpetually sulking now can i. I had a run in with Scott a year or so ago, and he was flirting with me, but being aloof at the same time, which i wasn't having. He reminds me so much of how Brad Pitt was when he first came on the scene as a young actor. Except Scott doesn't have some old geezer floating about as his suger daddy. Scott just loves flirting with queens and getting them worked up then dropping them flat. Let me stop badmouthing. I just wish Scott well with his newfound boxoffice success.

had din din with andrew and lenny at their compound. andrew cooked a scrumpteous meal. the soup was beyond delicious. settled in for a movie marathon. watched Miss Marple, with this really old actress who looked like she would croak before the movie was over. Love Agatha Christie. plus Looking for Mr. Goodbar starring Diane Keaton, Tuesday weld, William atherton and a too hot for his own good Richard Gere. Also Tom Berenger as the murderer, reminded me just how sexy he once was. Do you remember a little film called In Praise of Older Women? those Berenger lips. Yum. Also saw Lair of the White Worm. Wasn't Amanda O'Donahue something else in that? Also princess Catherine Oxenberg of Yugaslavia and a young pretty tittied Hugh Grant.
I've been seeing so much beauty on the subway and MTA busses lately. Wow! what is going on? Its really leaving me in a compromised state. I hate it when good looking men have that much power over me. those awful laws of desire.
Bricktops Joan Crawford Our Dancing Daughters night was a miracle evening. Kitty Diggens is quite the show woman. She did two performances, the last one was very Bacchanal and included this live celebrity goat as Pan. One never knows what to expect from Bricktops, its always over the top in the best way.
Nice seeing Lydia Lunch, the first lady of Harsh and her new beau. She's actually going out with someone older and not a teenage boy. Thats quite a departure for her. More power to you Lydia---you get that nut girl! Also Daddy Athey came by to hang with Lydia and her posse.
It was fantastic seeing Foster from Extra Fancy. His new lady friend was the owner of the celebrity goat. Lesbianic Drama Dept:
Andrew's truck got broken into by some dumb malt liquor drinking jubas. The crack head was such an idiot he got caught red handed by the cops, who came walking through the club. Of course they happened upon the goat---god only knows what they thought about that.
Other celebs: Gwen Kahn who had so much fun last week she came back and really dressed to the 6's 7's and 9's. cute surfer looking TV star Mike Vogel, with male ingenue Joseph Gordon-Levitt and writer Jonathan Lethem(The Fortress of Solitude) Mr. Lethem was constantly making requests to poor Professor Doyle(Pirate Jenny) as she was DJ-ing. He could have thought of a cleverer way in trying to pick her up. Also ms. Daphne cousineau of Vivende/Unversal came by and she is ready to pop that baby out. Its due this week. She didn't even look preggers until a little while ago. I wouldn't mind getting pregnant by her handsome french husband Olivier Hasnot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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