OH YOU'RE SO JOAN DIDION

Bricktops Bricktops and more Bricktops. So many Pola Negri's and so little time. Special Guest Lola Tawdry the great granddaughter of Marlene Deitrich put on the show of shows with Mr. Uncertain accompanying her on the P. So many well dressed dolly's and mortimers including a handsome fellow in a raccoon coat who was part of the posse of Mike Skinner aka: The Streets, the British white rapper who is so adorably cutateous. He has the most soulfould expressive eyes, and was flirting with me in that tranny chaser like way, though i felt like i looked horrible in one of my sequined gowns that belonged to this dead Imperial Court queen. The dress is velvet and lovely though i usually don't go for the sparkle and spangle approach to drag, but alas it is holiday season. Artist Alexander de Cadenet became quite enamored of my visiting pal John Sanchez, looking so lickable and perfect. John works for Martha Stewart, the lucky devil. I'm one of Martha's biggest fans and Mr. Uncertain wrote a tribute song to her, that wowed the crowd. My old pal Courtney Taylor of the Dandy Warhols came by with his bick dicked self, he had in tow with him that sizzling little Johnny Robinson from Gus Van Sant's Elefant flick and briteen actor Ben Chaplin who has stained teeth. I don't care i'd still do him. Don Spiro was taking a lot of pics with his gorgeous wifette Augusta by his side. Seattle's Jimothy Jones of Sub-Pop fame was a no show, though he had called earlier that he was coming to the club. I guess he got sicktracked by a date, most likely not a black man, since i doubt he's a dinge queen anymore.
Had a great time hanging with Charity Hope Valentine and Dax oh and lets not forget Pirate Jenny who outdid her self in the DJ booth and brought the Negri film One Arabian Night that everyone was stroking to in the backroom. After the club Dax took us out for Veggie Burgs at Astro.

FIGGY PUDDING

oh thank goodness the tired Christmas is over with. I didn't grow up celebrating holidays so i don't share in this sentimental attachment towards this time of the year. Of course fans insist on sending me presents even though i tell them to just donate to my favorite charity The HollyGrove Orphanage in Hollywood. Hollygrove is where Marilyn Monroe spent some of her formative years. I've always felt like an orphan. Now that my mother is dead the feeling has intensified.
Had a nice time cooking dinner with my husband's wife Charity Hope Valentine. Miss Charity has been living in Austin Texas with a beau. The relationship didn't work out and now she's back on Broadway. No just here in Los Ang for awhile. She may relocate to the Bay area.
After dinner we were joined by the jubilant Summer Peaches, late of the Velvet Hammer Heritage Burlesque Review. I adore Miss Summer, she is an old fashion good time gal.

Last Fridays Bricktops was a joint celebration of all things Lon Chaney and pagan holidazing. Mr. Uncertain brought out his Chaneyesque persona, He Who Cannot Be Named to riotious results. That sweet little Uncertain boy just gets better and better. I had a bit of a flirtation with this young basketball star named Chris Kaman who plays with a team called The Clippers. I know nothing about basketball or the team he plays with or how or why he wound up at Bricktops, but he has a big white penis and i got to make out with him and jack him off in the DJ booth, which was good clean nasty fun. He even left a stain on my dress like I'm Monica P. Lewinsky.

I hate it when people Instant Message me. They always do it at the worse time, when i'm busy with lady business. But i always enjoy my cyber conversations with my favorite sister of the clothe Glenndetta of NYC. Here is a bit of our edited down conversation:

Glenn: hey stranger lady
VAGDAVIS: oh gorgeous Italian hunk. I love you i miss you
VAGDAVIS: Have you been traveling the orient sticking your largesse in tiny asian holes
Glenn: oh yes but i'm back in tired NY now
VAGDAVIS: how long were you gone?
Glenn: 2 months
VAGDAVIS: wow. what were your covering?
Glenn: I was in New Zealand, Hong Kong, and mainland China travel stuff mostly
interviews for Conde Nast Traveler....
VAGDAVIS: Who did you interview?
Glenn: a hong kong socialite, indigenous people in New Zealand, a Chinese punk band
called Miserable Faith
I need to go exercise so I don't feel like a lazy slobo
VAGDAVIS: bye I love you!!!

Bricktops "Gloria Swanson Sunset Blvd Nite" was utterly zierish. The lovely and talented Miss Kitty Diggens was captivating in Ziegfeld girl realness---- and everyone was talking about how she resembles Gloria Swanson at the height of her silent film career. Shannon Roberts of the Montrose Hills also stopped by and did one of her tap dance installations. Of course she awed the crowd and it was great having her back in the Bricky fold. Mr. Uncertain premiered a new song called "Bitchcakes" that was a crowd pleaser.

Bubble butt beauty Ben Adair brought his delish girlfriend Shoshanna to the club as part of her birthday celebration. Ben was one of the LA Weekly’s star youth reporters under Sue Horton. Now he’s working with National Public Radio. I adored his posse of vivacious friends.

Was introduced to Casey Wasserman, the 29 year old grandson of the legendary chairman of MCA--- Lew Wasserman, he was with Royd Tolkien the great grandson of J.R.R. Tolkien, creator of Lord of the Rings. They didn’t look like they were enjoying themselves, but surprisingly stayed around to closing. You just never know whose path you’ll cross at Bricktops.

The scintilating Rebecca Del Rio, the muse of David Lynch was also floating and flirting about along with Entertainment Tonight producer and legendary punk rock beauty Jane Cantillon, and it seemed like everbody was drinking my new holiday concoction Nig Nog. Even director Spike Jonze was throwing them back like gingerale. I didn’t really have time to chit chat with Spike so he kind of brooded in the corner with a really hot latin looking boy with big titties, overly groomed eyebrows, and a masculine rough around the edges face. I also met this tall good looking graduate student from USC who brought a bunch of nice friends with him. Every week at Bricktops its a different crowd. I never know what to expect which is the best thing about doing the club.

Spike Jonze heir to the Spiegle Catalogue Fortune called me today, and left a message on my voicemail. I haven't talked to him in ages. Not since he was the editor of the boy version of Sassy Magazine called Dirt. Back then he was a homo going out with this sexy thin boy who later became a singer. I guess now that he is divorcing Sofia Coppolla, he's interested again in people from his past.
He sez he's coming to Bricktops 2nite. We'll see.

Was over at someone's house and i got to see the TV show starring socialite Paris HIlton and Nicole Richie called The Simple Life. I don't know if its because i don't own a TV so when i get to watch something its a novelty, but i really liked the program. As far as reality TV goes.

Poor Paris and her buttless body teetering on those high heeled shoes. Ms. Hilton is just a product of her times, and while i've made fun of her in the past i find her somewhat endearing in this program. I also like Nicole Ritchie. She throws out some delicious zingers like wanting to have a hot buttered threegy with the handsome teenage farmboy they are living with. That would really be a hot way for the girls to go. Hunky farm boys is the way to keep em down on the farm. I know it would work wonders with me. Nicole also fist fucks a cow. The show is really unexepectedly daring. For the sequel they should have the two living in the projects with a black ghetto family. I think the girls could get into it.


i love getting emugs from Professor Doyle when she's abroad, and since she'll be back Tuesday this will most likely be the last one that i share with you out in Blogland:


i love your taste.
well toussaint turned out to me more or less of a winner. easy-going, cute (he's a dead ringer for antonio banderas!) - came into some family money, so has a really nice pad (in one of the prettiest villages i've seen here) and generous ways. he's 32, and if he didn't talk so damned much (a real chatterbox!) i'd try and make him my husband!
he took me to see some new nature spots i hadn't been to - one look-out point form which you can la mer - and then we saw his baby olive trees, and made out lots. he carried me around - he seems to like the idea that he can pick me up and throw me about, making me squeal like a schoolgirl.
i'm very tired, as it was hard to sleep with him - he kept molesting me, kept talking talking talking - but am having a good time, as they say.
weather here is wintery but sunny and gorgeous.
xxoo
jennifer

another cute letter all the way from Montpellier, France:


I come back on tuesday afternoon and i'll be hungry for the company of friends!


i'm so bummed i'm going to miss the party for lenny. i luv seeing andrew outside of the parlor, and i've been wanting to sit down w/ daphne and olivier for years now.


bricktops sounds like it's as strong as ever. that gwyn turner. i'm not, as you say, featuring her lately. i really don't appreciate how she tried to fuck w/ my personal life. i can really hold a grudge, too.


speaking of yves montand,


things got much less dull here this morning - first, i went to the market at the town next door and ran into practically every menacing looking thug i know in the area whom i have a crush on. they of course all know me now, and stopped and gave friendly three-kisses-bec. it's le sud greetings, we chatted, I pet their rottweiler/shepard/bulldogs and went merrily on my way (looking for rillete de canard and good saussison sec).


anyway, when i got back i needed help with some wood that was delivered to the house for a construction project, but which was left in the street for me to bring into the house. one of my friends here set me up with a friend of his who came by this morning to lend a hand.


he's a french cutie - black hair, brown eyes, big nose - tall, very hunky, manly. his name is toussant, and he's a landscaper and specializes in the cultivation of olive trees. while he was helping me some of his friends stopped by - another landscaper (blond, blue eyes, weathered in a sexy germanic sort of way) and a mulatto-arab romantic fantasy (long thick hair tied back, big brown eyes, and quiet as a mouse). They all pitched in with getting the wood into the basement, and i made them coffee & a snack... it was great.


anyway, toussant is coming by later to take me on a tour of his olive grove! i like the way that sounds!


did the guys come by and do stuff in my apartment? i hope they weren't too much of a bother!


xxoo


jennifer

Gosh i keep bumping into people today. Someone from my not so distant past, Mathieu Kassovitz the actor (Amelie)and director of the recent film Gothika(which i havent seen) that stars Ms. Halle-tosis Berry. Mathieu is dedicated to autoeroticism. He conducts sex as a series of mechanical experiences, unrelated to bodies, minds, men or women.

Ran into Ken Roht of the Evidence Room Theatre Company in the Silverlake Junction. He's such a calming figure, vivacious yet gentle and soft spoken---my favorite type of person, so unlike most theatre people. I saw his production "He Pounces" a while back and loved it. He has a new piece that has something to do with "The 99cent Store" sounds like another hot concept. Theatre in LA gets a bad rap, because most of it is just tired actors trying to get noticed for commercial work, but there is this other element that is more experimental and not concerned with the three horned peni beast which is the mediocre entertainment world of movies, TV and the lame recording industry. Hopefully i can talk one of my gainfully employed pals into treating me to see this performance at the Evidence Room, which is one of the most comfortable spaces if not THE most comfy and congenial, doing great work in the city.

Bricktops one year anniversary party was filled with hilarious hijinks. Thanks to one and all for making Bricktops the delight that it has been for everyone involved.
Special kudos to Andrew of Gould, the Parlour Mgr for making the delicious cucumber sandwiches. By the evenings end, there wasn’t one left. Andrew also cultivated the trees that we used for making all that champagne. Andrew is soooo sweet and cute with his giant English rose of a penis, and works the hardest making things run smoothly and also helping promoting the club by designing the best fliers and posters imaginable and coming up with the ultimate in creative ideas.

The entire staff at the Parlour are wonderful to work with. Head bartender Kim from North Korea is just a pretty lady of wondermint and the other bartenders, Cynthia, Josh, Keoka and Sebastian really know how to treat customers and have no qualms about going that extra distance with providing top notch service,
whether its chewing out knatty pussy or munching on crunchy bunghole. Oh and I can’t forget owner Lenny the young elder or barback Rubencito from El Salvador who is one humpy little pupusa. I use Rubens hot salsa semen as a wrinkle remover and moisturizer. And as you can tell by looking at me it works wonders.

Helping us celebrate was LA’s lengendary DJ and club impressario Henry Peck, who is one of my first nation sisters. Also the entire Hansen Family clan: Bibbe, Channing and Beck minus his Ribisi girlfriend. Also on hand artist and filmmaker Sean Carrillo, legends legend kristian hoffman, doran of the scintilating vancouver mag Bloody Beautiful, glamorous dykon Gwen Turner doing the things that only Gwen Turner can get away with. Dancing the charleston together was the odd coupling of Angels in America star Justin Kirk and Tim Armstrong of Rancid.

Special thanks to Immanual Martin De La Falaise for his genius installation "Love Letters From Walter Grobius" Immanuel looked amazing in his pristine suit
typing on a vintage german typewriter. The Walter Grobius character is part of a larger art project so if you want to know more about it please contact Immanual via his web site at: http://cuteyhoney.com/walter/walter.htm

Our other installation involved actor/director Cesar Vega of the upcoming Che Guevera biopic. He was sprawled out on a bed of aber portraying a sexy latin silent screen star. Everyone wanted to get under the covers with Cesar and grab his 13 inch chorizo. Thank you Mr. Vega for letting the horny Bricktops crowd manhandle you.

Seen watching all the excitement unfold: Paddy Considine, St. Louis basketball star Anthony Drejay, Sundance film festival’s Shari Frilot, and Steak of Steakhause Productions.

Mr. Uncertain was his usual suave self and had assistance on stage by a special celebrity crooner who shall remain nameless and Vaginal Davis went modern by singing Mary J. Blige’s "No More Drama" retitled "No More Lesbian Drama" and "Family Affair" while DJ. Latin Gatsby aka: Hector "Smegma" Martinez and Bernice BobsHerHair had a field day keeping the crowd on their feet.

Next Friday its Gloria Swanson Nite with a performance by the Czarina of burlesque Kitty Diggens and hopefully some new erotica by Swiss hunk Cyril Kuhn of the C-Level Collective and a tap dance installation by Shannon Roberts of the Montrose Hills.


Mark Murphy of The Walt Disney Hall’s Redcat Experimental Theatre invited me to see a performance by the Deja Donne Company from Prague. I brought a host of visiting dignataries including Mr. De La Falaise, Patty Powers, writer Lisa Teasley and Anderson Cooper. The Slavic dance troupe gave a spirited performance. Two of the boys were very sexy in that eastern European way I sometimes fancy. I loved how most of the girls and one boy didn’t exactly have dancer bodies, or at least not the bullemic type bodies we’re accostomed to seeing in our ballet and modern dance companies. I was a little disappointed that all the violent sex and dance play/histrionics wasn’t done in the nude from the very beginning. If ever there was a piece that called for nakedness throughout its this one. Saving it for the end with just a tease ruined the impact of what came before. Plus those costumes that looked like they were from Old Navy certainly didn’t give me a Martha Graham Wowzina.

Finally saw the flick, The Human Stain starring Anthony Hopkins and Nicole Kidman. Sir Hopkins as a light skinned black man impersonating a jew strained all believability, but it was still a nice effort and enjoyable nonetheless especially the flashback sequences with Wentworth Miller as the young Sir Hop.
Mr. Miller has been to Bricktops a few times, and really is high high yeller. So high he doesn’t look like he has any negroid in him at all. Its odd seeing someone in person a few weeks ago then watching them in a movie. Anne Devere Smith was also in the cast and used to nice effect.

Oh just got an email from someone who was thrilled to meet Daniel Sunjata from Broadway’s gay baseball play "Take Me Out" at Bricktops on Friday. I slightly remember taking a picture of a very hunky guy, but I never recognize celebrities.

Spent all of Saturday until the wee hours writing this essay for the Thread Waxing Space Catalogue. Of course I’m no where near being finished. Left my studio at around 11:30 and while on the Metro I gave the gacy glare to this hot Japanese boy sitting across from me. He had porceline skin and full lips and when he sat down I noticed that he was very tall and lithe. I’m such the rice queen, well I figured he was Japanese from Japan, because Japanese Americans never give me the time of day. He gave me a look and a warm smile so I said, "You're coming home with me, NOW!"

THe beauty is in Los Angeles going to school at UCLA and is only 21 years old. Boy was I surprised when I took off his clothes and discovered washboard abs, fat juicy titties, and an ass to build a dream on. He reminded me of a young version of Takoa from the Dumb Type art collective.

I gobbled this fresh young boy alive, eating every orifice and creating holes on him that weren’t there before. He got me so excited that my angry 3 inch Clitoris was all mack mama, and i didn't need any Viagra to plow him over and over again. I made the boy have 5 orgasms in a row. See what happens when you don't get sex on a regular basis.

Needless to say I didn’t get much sleep last night and so I’m late in arriving to the studio today. Thank god Javier of the Peres Projects Gallery called and cancelled our bruncheon date.

Also got a call from my godson Immanuel de Falaise who will be visiting LA on his way to Japan to see his ex-wife and daughter. My godson is also an olde school rice queen. I’m making Immanuel be in an installation at Bricktops on Friday. He will be typing love letters from Walter Gropius on a vintage typewriter. What a hoot it will be.

Tony Thompson the drummer of Chic and Power Station died this week. He was only 48 years old. I met him once in New York in the early 80s and he was very nice and kindof sexy. He was doing session work for Madonna’s "Like a Virgin" album and David Bowie’s "Let’s Dance" at the time.

More from the great Judy La Bruce. No one writes an emug like Lady Judy:

hi cuntessa: i'm kinda low today. i went to see sherry vine perform last night at big eden. it was the last night of her six week run with two
female back up singers, the vinettes. she's nice, and she looked great, i have to say. for a
fortysomething, she was thin as a railway child and her legs were muscular and long. i'm not much into drag, but she did an all black music routine so it was fun to hum along. of course i was on speed, so maybe i wasn't humming at all. (i had to go see her because she has a
little cameo in my movie, playing a drag patty hearst gay terrorist-themed club host. it should have been you, by rights, but we couldn't afford to bring you in.) i had a little slip last night. i haven't been going out much at all, but i needed to get laid last night really badly because it had been three weeks. so i ended up at the tubs. i can't believe german dick. they are all so hung, and the cockature is
so nicely put. i'm glad i don't live here or they would kill me eventually. the only other time i was drunk was when i went to see peaches open for marilyn masonite at the velledrome with my friend rosemary from toronto who is staying with peaches. we went back stage
and then to an after party she had where there was beer, scotch, coke, pot, and champagne, not in that order. the next day i had to fly to stockholm but i was so hungover i couldn't get out of bed. sussane had to come over and pull me out and help dress me and drive me to the airport. i felt like chris reeve. i never would have made it without her. i am definitely getting old lang syne. nice to hear belinda is still true to her blond roots. i think i'm going to come to LA after my photo exhibit in dallas, which is around jan 8th or tenth, and then just stay until sundance and go from Los An. i think susanne is going to come. she's more excited than i am. i am kind of burnt out on the project right now, so quite frankly i would be blase even if it were cannes-ed heat. well, i better go read page 6 and see what paris is up to. three more weeks here and then i'm reunited with the muslim and it will feel so good. did i tell you kembra and i had a nice time when she visited toronto before i left. will munro rented a car and drove us to
niagra falls which she had never had and of course she's obssessed with
niagra starring Monroe. but kembra was chicken and wouldn't even go
under the falls. she's like you. and when she went over to look at the
falls she had to crawl on her hands and knees. and then we went to a
house of horrors and it was scary because they hire college students to
jump out and scare you with masks on. kembra was on the floor again. we
had to lead three little girls to the exit because they were scared
witless. back in toronto we watched Secret Ceremony with taylor and
farrow, which kembra had also not seen. she loved it. robert mitchum has
the best lines: 'you mysterious bitch!", he said of liz, and of mia, 'a
retarded zombie'. chillingly accurate. xxx blab

another cute note from Bruce "Judy" La Bruce, daughter of the late great Ms. GarlandJ
somewhere in Berlin:

hi sweetie: just a note to say high. guess wot. raspberry reich got accepted at sundance. kenya believe it? just a midnight spot, but
still. it's so hardcore, in more ways than one. they must be desperate for material. susanne will be thrilled. just found out today so haven't had a chance to tell her yet. problem is, the movie is far from finished and kind of sags at the end. time is running
out. ouch. xxx blab

An emug from my Italian friend living in London:

Hello Miss Davis,

how are things with me?? Well, to start with, I have a new job since last sepember and I have just been promoted before my probation period was over. Apart from that, I have started a second job to raise some pocket money since last summer, that is being a
dominant master/escort and that is good money! lol
Gotten any good dick?? Not really, I am quite busy and haven't done almost any sex apart from the escort work.
It is highly possible that I will spend my 2 week
holiday in San Francisco at the end of
February/beginning of March so I might pop in LA for a quick visit and a hello...
Finally, life is weird... the same day I wrote you my last e-mail I received the dvd box sets of the first two series of Tales of the City (I saw the first one few years ago) and I casually put on the second dvd of
the first series and.... there was you, introducing
Micheal Mouse Tolliver on stage!!!

Hullaballoos

Andrea

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Palm Springs Thanksgiving. Ron and I hit the open road Wednesday morning in an effort to beat the holiday traffik. Good idea. It was smooth sailing out to the desert. I hate long car rides and Ron's tiny pick-up truck isn’t very comfortable for a big boned gal like me. We stopped outside of The Springs for a cunty country breakfast at Grandma’s Eat Shack. Yummy doodle. I even bought a boy-zenberry pie for my pie face. Made another pit stop at the Designy Outletteria. I bought a velour Puma jogging suit and trainers. I’m very Missy "Bulldagger" Elliot. I’m so fancy I can’t stand myself. Also went to Calvin of Klein and bought some nice fitting skivvies. I deserve to treat the boy drag me to something nice once in a while, even though I can’t afford it.

Crepe Suzette Matheson’s desert compound is gorgeous. It use to belong to Zsa Zsa Gabor. The house is a prime case study of the 50’s with a circular swimming pool---just stunning and with weather to match. Suzette’s closet next door neighbor is Barry Manilow who lives up the hill. Rumour has it he gets a massage and fist fuck service every week. Rap on Miss Mani!!!!!! Get that Lola nut!
I helped Daddy Athey cook all day on Wednesday, we even had time to visit his friend James who lives in another lovely case study. We also checked out several dull gay bars. A hot leather man in chaps with a giant buttocks was giving dadster the hairy eyeball, but he wanted to be courted and Daddy wasn’t in the mood. Suzette and her filmmaking tyro roommate Beautiful Brian Hacker arrived around 2am.

Suzette is looking really pretty and BB is one hot bubble butt jewish god. I think i make him nervous with my gacy glare always mentally undressing the poor fellow. Oh welp, what can i say----I'm a dastardly horn pig, who can't resist a good looking piece of kosher meat.

Thanksgiving morning we cook the damn bird and feast by 1pm. Cyril and Karene join us and after stuffing our faces we go into the hills for a sweet honey in the rock hike. I hitch a ride back to LA with Cyril and Karene in their comfy Volvo stationwagon. Absolutely no traffic and we get back in less then 2 hours. Ron and Suzette are staying until Monday I think, but I’m not that much of a nature girl, plus i don't want to be exhausted for Bricktops.

Bricktops Friday is very intimate. Not that many celebs, but surprisingly Belinda Carlisle of the Go-Go’s came by. I guess she was visiting her family in Thousand Oaks. She looks good. We had a nice girlish chat in the bathroom right before I went on stage. My bathtub gin baby Michael, had this friend with a big fat ass. I sure wanted to eat this young boy out. He was just beyond gorgeau. Dan Weinstein, trumpet/violin virtuoso was our special guest and the theme was Coleen Moore, who is the other bob’d actress from the 1920’s. We showed her movie Twinkletoes.

Lisa Cohen the SouthAfrican poet/painter who now lives in New Orleans paid me a surprise visit. I’ve known her for over 20 years and she looks amazing. She has a 13 year old daughter. Last time I saw her was when I was in New Orleans on tour with Margaret Cho and she hung out with me the entire evening. She also knows Sean Carrillo from when they were both students at Parsons. She hit it off with Bibbe Hansen as well.
Oh don’t let me forget to tell you that the German Actress Diane Kruger who I met when I was living in Berlin came by Bricktops with her sexylean french husband Guillaume Canet. Diane is in two high profile films that will be released soon, Troy and Wicker Park.

Went with my lady girlfriend Glen Meadmore to the Loew’s Hotel in Aunt Monica to attend this exclusive presentation of Indian Arts and also introducing Canadian Indian Nations economic development and collaboration efforts with United States Indian Nations. The event was organized by Glen’s mother Marian Ironquill. Yes Glen’s mom is a full blooded Cree Indian who grew up on a reservation in the Manitoba province of la Canada. I think the reason why me and Glen have always connected as best girlfriends is our native American roots. My Grandmother Mama Sarah was a full blooded Choctaw Indian.

It was wonderfull getting down with my Indian brethren. Talk about a wise and imposing people---the ballroom was filled with quiet dignity and repose. Lots of celebs on hand as well, like drug adled actor Gary Busey who also has an Indian grandmother, and the guest of honor Floyd "Red Crow" Westerman of the Dakota tribe whose prolific career includes films such as Dances with Wolves and touring with Sting and Chief Raoni of the Kayapo Indian Nation of the Amazon in support of the Rain Forest Foundation Project.

The older Ms. Meadmore gets the more Indian she looks. Her father is British. Thats where she gets her strikingly pretty blue eyes and pale skin. But she is definitely an Indian woman at the core. I wish she would tap more into the wisdom and comfort of her people and organic spirituality. That part of her culture is so rich, deserving and fascinating. Something tells me she will eventually grow tired of her worldly and secular pursuits and take a path that embodies her Indian grace.

Another person who comes from a background that is incredibly bejeweled
is Lenny, the young elder of the Parlour Club. Lenny is Andrew of Gould’s male husband. Lenny is a gypsy. He has these beautiful slanted eyes and dark coloring that is very unique. In his house there is a picture of him wearing glasses when he was a lot younger that exudes a sexy exotic charm. Lenny should really lather in the mystery and rebelliousness of Gypsy mysticism.

Bricktops how you always keep me surprised and amused. Friday was our salute to Ramon Novarro the silent screen faggot who got killed by two hustlers in 1968 that stuffed a marble dildo statue up his bungholia.

Lots of visiting dignataries paying their respects, including Bob Nickas, the founding editor of NYC’s Index Magazine and now a senior editor at ArtForum. It was great seeing Bob----he is the ultimate campus cut-up and looked wonderful. Also from NYC the legendary bearded lady Jennifer Miller, came with juicy mulatto Malik Gaines(son of artist Charles Gaines) and his boyfriend Alex of My Barbarian.

Turning every homo’s head was the humpy Brazilian sit-up champion Edmar Freitas whose ab-normal 16-pack could easily be seen through his heavy carbolt knit sweater. Well you’d look that good too if you could do 133,986 crunches in 30 hours. Why he came to Bricktops was a mystery, though he looked like he was still having a good time. Oh welp

Cutesy Cubano/Judean art gallery owner Javiar Peres of the edgy hedgy Chinatown Peres Projects brought a bevy of artists in tow. Javiar represents Bruce La Bruce, Asian PunkBoy and others in Los Angeles, and was surrounded by LA art tots Jeff Ono and Dean Shashima. Looking radiant was Abby Travis of Elastica fame with the members of the Jewish rap/polka group Gefelte Fuck!

Director Darren Stein came with a glamour posse while chit chatting with jewelry designer Europa, everyone’s favorite flapper Shauna Leone who I predict is going to become the breakthrough star of the Bricktops scene. Bibbe Hansen was with film editing hubby Sean Carrillo. Bibbe will be performing for our "Love Me or Leave Me, Ruth Etting Night" on January 30th which is also her birthday. So mark it in your calenderia—this is going to be a rare opportunity to see the woman who gave birth to Beck performing.

And was that Stephan Wathne of the famous Wathne’s of Reykjavik, Iceland at the bar humping Louis Garris, the incredibly beautiful young french boy who stars in Bernardo Bertolucci’s new film about a kinky pair of twins called The Dreamers.

Mr. Uncertains’s jazz punk combo Uncertain which features two very lovely young men,
Kenneth Thunder and Cid Arthur, performed to riotous affect. And Mr. Uncertain did a great job accompanying me as we sang a little sick tribute to Michael Jackson that went something like this:

Michael Jacko / Jacko Mike-O Now, child--- what have you done? Tell Miss Bricktops what have you done?
I still believe in you----but tell me what have you done?

Well you get the gist. On a sad note, Gene Anthony Ray who played the bootylicious LeRoy in the 1979 movie Fame and also the 80s TV show died of complications of Mrs. AIDS. I remember Gene dancing the night away with his dancer pals at Rage on Mondays in the mid 80s.

Why is it that dancers have such an off style sense? They have great bodies, but always wear the ill-est outfits.

Oh I finally saw that Israeli movie Yossi and Jagger. I’ve always been a staunch admirer of Israeli soldiers, so this movie was a nice treat, though it needed to show more skin.

ran into Iris Parker of Madame X on Sunset Plaza. She was with the great Bernadette Cooper of Klymaxx fame. Hot hot hot.
Finally saw Gus' "Elephant" Geniustrata if i do say so myself. Those cute boys in the film, photographed with slavish love. The best movie to really get what its actually like in high school. 14 stars for Gus "Michael Jackson" Van Sant

Another little note from my famous movie directrice friend Miss Judy LaBruce:

oh oh tell me more javier stories. i know he's been pulling threegies
with st'eve and glen. but twat else? Hollywood is so over. i go to
pottsdamer platypus here to see the unsubtitled english movies when i
get an afternoon off, so i went to see matrix 3 and the italian hand
job. they're both so very bad in different ways. talk about casually
fascist. godard said it about klute, but these movies make klute look
like king: from montgomery to memphis. i also feel myself slowly
withdrawing from everything, but it's okay. we'll know when to insert
ourselves when the time is right. xxx blab

had a meeting with cute mu-latto Malik of My Barbarian who is curating this LA City Colored People art show at the Luckman Gallery and Folk and Craft Museum on Wilshire across from LACMA. I guess i'm going to have some of my lost lady paintings in the show. Malik is so cute and tasty. He should become a movie actor. I bet his little tight ass would make a nice garden salad---hold the oil and vinegrette.
had a million errands to run. thank god the tired trains and busses are back running. Decided to treat myself to a movie. Saw charles Busche's "Die, Mommy Die" Very cute, though Charles is getting a little too long on the tooth to play an aging Susan Hayward, not that Susan & Co didn't look like a man in the 60s but Charles has a masculine face and some of those close-ups were not that flattering to him though he is a very good actor and that mainstream showbiz kind of way. I adored Natasha Lyonne and Jason Priestly who actually does have a very large penis. And that new kind who played the gay son, what a cute pale skinned body he possessed----yum and the two hunks who do a full frontal. The camera should have lingered. Also for the heck saw the last Matrixie flick. Dullardsville. The last one was bad, but at least there was the lesbian heart fisting scene, and in this one instead of the awful crusty rave they substituted a misguided salute to Club Fuck, wasting Monica Belluci and the movie goers time.

A little emug from my favorite sister of the clothe, the first lady of Canadian Canamultra, the divine Bruce La Bruce who is in Berlin finishing up her latest film opus:

Hi Mulina: indispensable, as usual. what's up with Castrato (Bruce's nemesis Ricky Castro) these days
anyhow? is he still living off his six figure settlement courtesy of the
city of Los An? Still practicing voodoo? still grifting? just curious
george. i had a nice dinner at a punk italian pizza restaurant here in
berlin the other night with susanne and mark and daniel. it was quite
civilized. just finishing up my movie here. we're reshooting the last
scene on saturday and enlisting a real live baby. i hope it's sunny. the
day, not the baby. berlin can be quite overbearing this time of year.
when she wants to be overcast and dour and brooding, she really does it
like no other. i'm currently being shuffled like the dailies between
friends' apartments, so it's a little tedious. i shouldn't complain
because they're all excellent hosts and i have my own room and what not,
which is about the size of my apartment in toronto. i think i may come
to LA for new years or shortly thereafter. is there a bricky around new
years? i have a photo exhib in dallas on around the 9th of jan, so i
thought i'd come down early. ron mentioned something about a party at
udoze in palm springs. i'm off to stockholm in a few weeks for an
ill-advised appearance at some festival called shame. don't really need
to see stockholm, but i do have a follwing there and i need the bread.
ok doll write when you have the time. xxx blab

Got this emug from the gorgeously hunky and talented stud of all studs Brian Grillo formerly of Extra Fancy and Lock-Up. His day job is house painter to the stars, and he has so many wonderful stories about his experiences that he must put them together in a book. I have to share his latest note:

I'll tell you ,sometimes I hate being a house painter but it does have it's classic Hollywad Glamour shot picture postcard moments!Like the Billionaire German CEO and his ex hustler/live in lover who could afford
to hire his own hustlers to fist him every time daddy left town.Quote:"being fisted keeps me sober".They had this old hard as nails German maid that would drive up from Lomita reeking of alcohol, and the day after she found a bag of dildos in thier closet, I caught her gulping down a bottle of thier vintage wine in the
laundry room.She didnt last long.The next maid was a quiet Swedish girl whom they left in charge of the house while they were out of town attending to thier N.Y C.loft.They suprized her by coming home early to a huge party with broken bottles,vomit,and a couple
going at it in their bed.The landscaper was this sexy studly cutie excpt they found out after giving him 2000 dollars to buy plants for thier carp pond,and him coming back with one scraggly moss like plant,that he had a crystal meth problem.My Boss was so mad that he
pushed him in the pond.And then the time that they let me watch the house for the weekend and I made the mistake of bringing Susan Tyrell over....If you spill beer on a vintage persian carpet you can never get the smell out...moving the chair over the spot didn't work
and I was let go soon after...LOVE IT!! I loved
when Janet Charleton (ex columnist with The Star Tabloid) would rent out her house for video shoots and the producers would keep her baracaded at the far end of her house where she was unable to talk to the
stars...that must have been tough
***
been a little down in the depths of the 90th floor with some congestion that hit me out of nowhere. Last week I was at Hector’s lovely little Day of the Dead gathering---a very sweet party indeed. Loved meeting Hector’s baby brother who is quite the scholar and his fiance and cuddly pals. My handsome manly escorts were Dan Peiera and Cesar Vega.

Didn’t get much work finished this week other then meeting the Alpert Award deadline. That was my number one priority. Did manage to catch the flick Shattered Glass with Star Wars hottie Hayden Christianson and Chloe Sevigny. Hayden doesn’t know it yet, but he’s my new husband. I’m already preggers with his mongoloid child. Ms. Shattered Glass is a petula of a movie. I give it the Vagimulic re-commend. Its about that writer with the New Republic Magazine that faked all his stories. Like that is something unusual. Please. All of journalism these days is just entertainment fiction.
An unusual storm came this week that dropped snow in Watts of all places. I was so out of it I missed a great vegan dinner party thrown by the talented and lovely Professor Jennifer Doyle.

Edgar Bronfman Jr. Has come back into my life. I’ve known him since the 1980s, and we’ve shared a curious dinge queen/hava nagila queen fascination with each other. Oh get your mind out of the gutterdam. We’ve never had sex---if thats what you’re thinking. Our relationship is more complicated then that. Bronf, as i call him, must be almost 50 years old now. The last time I saw him, he looked really young still. How he keeps from aging is the biggest secret in Christendom.

Bricktops Friday was extremely charming. Nice crowd of kids and the performance by Creekbird of Montreal was utterly panublial. Creekbird really went way out in utilizing the Charlie Chaplin, Little Tramp theme. He and his back up musicians were all done up as Mack Sennett’s Keystone Kops! Truelly brilliant, as the English say. I adore Creekbirds visual flair and performance art sensibilities. He is an underated treasure. Mr. Uncertain also shined with a nifty rendition of the standard "Lady Be Good" sung in a rapper’s bragaoccio style. Later Mr Uncertain accompanied me on the Bricktop theme song which was all about being insane and bipolar.
A lot of the audience could definitely relate to that. Every week i change the theme song a bit. Then I sang another one of my originals, "Small Whyte House" that I mixed with "Before the Parade Passes By"

The festive crowd included good time party artists Tulsa Kinny with Gordy Grundy, musicians musician Kid Congo Powers(Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds) with Chloe Sevigny, Jeremy Sisto and pretend recluse and writer JT LeRoy. I don’t know about you, but I’m a little OVAH JT’s celebrity grifting.
The hottest couple of the night was high yeller male ingenue Wentworth Miller(Human Stain)
and his date,the pretty Julia Stiles. That Wentworth is one sexyline Octaroon----yummy!
Juicy movie costumer Crepe Suzette Mathelson(Honey) came with director Richard Kelly(Donnie Darko) and everyone’s favorite Tipsyist Gwen Turner (The L Word) was lip locked to gorgeous actress Tara Subkoff. I'm not one to gossip so you didn't hear that from me.

Bricktops was beyond insane Friday. Puke everywhere, shelves behind the bar breaking, toilets overrunning, a missing bartender. Add legends Tommy Gear (The Screamers) and Mickey Cottrell with a high maitenance, snotty, heiress to a family fortune in the handsome form of Cody Franchetti, shamelessly throwing himself on rugged British actor Daniel Craig who plays poet Ted Hughes in the new movie Sylvia and if that isn't enough a young talkative ginger headed ingenue Tom Guiry(Black Hawk Down/Mystic River) who talked my ear off about his 4 year old son. What is a 23 year doing with a child? He needs to be spending all his time in bed with me.
The Fishnet Floozy’s made a jubilant return to our humble stage and really wowed the crowd, staying very true to the 10 cents a dance theme. Somehow I let myself get talked into having an after party for the movie Venus Boyz, which I did think would be cute, but the movies star Dred also wanted to perform, and I really don’t like having two guest stars in one evening. Its more than I can handle, plus the bar owner doesn’t like the club to be performance centered. My main thing when starting Bricktops was I just wanted to create an environment that didn’t rely on either dancing, or performers----just a cool place to hang and be with friends to drink. I have to remind myself to listen to those red flaggs when they are hoisted, and not do things just to be accomodating, I always wind up regretting it.

Craig Lee’s mother Joanna Lee died. She had once been an actress and was in the movie Plan 9 From Outer Space. She also produced, wrote and directed for TV in the 60-80’s. She was a really nice lady. Her son Craig Lee, died in 1992 of Mrs. AIDS. Craig was the music editor for the LA Weekly, and also was in the famed punk band The Bags, with my best girlfriend Alice Bag.
CZ Guest died the other day. She was the famed New York socialite and mother of my ex-pal Cornelia, who I don’t really talk to anymore. We didn't have a falling out, its just that some people are only in your life for a Man-hattan Minute and then you move on to others.
I love those grand old rich ladies, they are always sweet to artist types like myself. CZ Guest came from that tradition. Rich people these days are boring, but CZ Guest was part of that ilk of rich society dames who supported the arts and had parties for artists and would take you to dinner and lavish you with presents and attention, just because it was what should be done which is the role of the wealthy that these awful movie riche people don’t ahere to. Amen. Can i get a testified witness to the prosecution?

delighted to receive an emug from the sexy and talented Daniela Romana who is living in Berlin as a hot expatriate. Daniela has such a large penis that when he fucks his lovers, it sends them to the emergency ward. Here is his letter so that you can enjoy

My dearest,
I have been so remiss in passing on the good gossip from the Vaterland,
that I hear Marcu has occasionally filled in the gaps (as it were). And
it's a good thing too. It seems that a certain libidinally challenged
hustler chaser (who shall remain nameless) was searching the internet for
his own name (make that an egomaniacal libidinally challenged...etc.) and
came across a reference to himself and his pathetic attempts at die grosse
Kunst on the certain website of a certian Dr. Ms. Vaginal Davis, in the
form of an e-mail from our very own Marcita Pepita. Well, I won't go into
the details (they're too tiresome) but suffice it to say that your web site
got a lot of new readers and Christine will never speak to Marcu again. But
this all happened several weeks ago, so let's move onto something more
current affairs-ish.

Susanne continues to be the terrorist queen of the underground here in
Berlin. A couple of hot lesbolicious friends of ours asked her to do some
performances at a dyke club here in Mitte. So, among other things, Susanne
has decided to have a swing built in the club and ride back and forth on it
in a short flimsy dress while a couple of audience members hold fans aimed
at her pussy. While this is going on, she'll be singing the old Zara
Leander classic "Der Wind hat mir ein Lied erzahlt" (The wind told me a
song) accompanied by me, of course. They've also asked her to do a command
repeat performance of her by-now classic "Morning Train", in which she
sings the Shena Easton hit in front of a projected film of her fucking
Marcie up the ass with a big black strap-on. The crowd always eats that one
up.

Bruce is coming next week to finish the cutting of Raspberry Reich. All of
Germany seems to be in a tizzy about the RAF right now, because of a
proposed exhibition about them. This atmosphere of scandal, of course,
couldn't be better publicity for the premiere in February at the Berlin
Flim Festival. They've rounded up a group of German actors to dub the
dialogue because the porn stars sound so stupid when they talk. One of the
dubbers will be our very own Ivan (who has since reclaimed his birth name
of Dragan, which is at any rate much, much sexier). That hot Serbian accent
should be just the trick. They also asked my gorgeous ex-boyfriend Achmed,
but girlfriend has issues. I mean, he's not as fucked up about sex as Rene
is, but you know.

All right, my dear. I simply have to do this more often, because when I
wait so long, there's too much to tell. I have to go now and meet with
Susanne. This swanky art magazine here, seeking to capitalize on her sexy
status, has asked her to contribute something to their 'love' issue.
Susanne, who's terrified of writing, said, "Only if it can be a
collaboration with my boyfriend's boyfriend." So Susanne and I are writing
about love. And we should know.

Speaking of which, love and more love to you.
Nancy