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Monday, September 30

? - August/September 2002.

I heard from Clancy that the local press branded you a 'transient', even though everyone knew you had not only a home, but a life as well. We're not angry - but the police are. That's what happens, I guess, when you're found dead on public land, after languishing there for, oh, a few weeks or so..

Fuck them.
Good for you.
Heaven's better.

So long.

Friday, September 27

I lived with this guy (and his generally better known glama-buddy) on 6th street, between B & C, EV, NYC, many many years ago, during the glory days of the Pyramid Club. Make that "gory". Anyways, he's omnitalented, and has a number of recent projects set for release - click the link, stupid - that everybody should be aware of....hopefully, they'll get some play somewhere above Houston Street. He's, uh, a genius. And - you haven't seen dancing until you've seen Flloyd dance in a club. Here's Flloyd;

pic by Johnny Dynell

That was such an amazing time in NY. I don't think I slept for 3 years, there was so much to do, and so many funny funny people to do it with. Here's a pic of Lypsynka, she kinda typifies the manic droll energy that was everywhere,

Peetah Pahn....Peetah Pahn....Peetah Pahn....Peetah Pahn

You'll notice I generally post re: NY only after crawling home from Toronto......it's depressing.....

I miss the edge.

Tuesday, September 24

Repost :: What Becomes a Legend Most?

Before we all gag to death on the blog-trend of chronic self-congratulation & web page circle-jerks (I, you, everyone does it - come on), it would be wise to remember that there have been individuals who came well before us who were more fierce, more funny and more famous than most of us should ever presume/pretend to be.

Of course, this is all about Oscar Wilde, that Olympian of the pithy epithet.

He used to be My Big Hero when I was a teenager ( as a group, out teenagers tend to have fairly distinctive heroes) but only recently, and by accident, have I become reacquainted with the ever-acid Oscar. By comparison, most of us sound banal.

OW tells it like it is::

"It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances."

"Always forgive your enemies. Nothing annoys them so much."

"I sometimes think that God in creating man, somewhat overestimated His ability."

"The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast."

"She is absolutely inadmissible into society. Many a woman has a past, but I am told that she has at least a dozen, and that they all fit."

"The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future."

"I often take exercise. Why only yesterday I had breakfast in bed."

"I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life. We are not sent into the world to air our moral prejudices. I never take any notice of what common people say, and I never interfere with what charming people do."

"The basis of optimism is sheer terror."

"I live in terror of not being misunderstood."

"I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect."

"People who count their chickens before they are hatched, act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly that it is impossible to count them accurately"

Can't top that.


Sunday, September 22


Who says women in Hollywood can't get good parts?

So, Shirley MacLaine, Parker Posey, and Shannen Doherty are starring in a MFTV movie about - get this - the life and work (?) of Mary Kay Ash, the ya-get-a-pink-cadillac-if-ya-move-enough-of my-blush lady.

Yes, that's right - Shirley, Shannen & Parker in a trauma-drama about bad make-up.
It's like you died and went to heaven, right?

{How great is the cat-fight (duh) scene going to be?? When Shannen accepted the part, did she realize that everyone's going to be checking out her totally rhomboid face?? Does Parker Posey ever play a dull role? }

Gay men definitely control Hollywood.

Thursday, September 19

My groovy friend Colin is going to kill me for this, but I can't resist. Below is an ad for PrideVision, in which (all) you can see is the back of Colin's shapely torso directly behind the head of the guy who is eating the underwear (CK's are fat free, praise the lord). This was to be his first modelling gig, he got paid $80.00, and he's about to have an aneurism from worry that his Eva Peron mother will find out, since, although she's not online, the pic will be transformed into a billboard on Church Street/Toronto very soon/right now. He's adorable; Mrs. McFadden is a force to be reckoned with.

See baby? That didn't hurt at all, did it?


Tuesday, September 17


uh, thanks you guys, for the crown and all...but, uh, I think I'm gonna pass out...

Did it ever occur to Miss Thing (category=America) that, perhaps, letting others wear one's tiara is not a good thing - especially when they've just had brain surgery?

(way to go Katie - like, fucking lobotomize the poor dear all over again.)

Pageants are so wrong.

Saturday, September 14

"Where have all the DJ's Gone?"

OK, I've always loved these two - Mark Farina and Tyler T-Bone Stadius - and have tried, in the past, to harshly groupie the both of them. Unfortunately, due to legal & logistical concerns, I had to limit myself to attending their infrequent club dates, grabbing bootlegged mixes, and, in Tyler's case, constantly visiting his store all cracked-out during the time I lived/virtually died in Vancouver. Then I moved, and, since that time, have not heard nary a peep re: my 2 personal Jesus-es. Due to unexplainable feelings of nostalgia (or my steadily recovering memory), I sought & found two sources of their unique brand of ClubLove. Go to the MF mixes here - love the one with J.Vasquez, whom I normally detest - and visit Tyler's World again, and feel the guy's charm.

Oh, and this music site has the most over-done Flash I've ever encountered. It's so Gino.

......You are s-o-m-e-b-o-d-y-......

Friday, September 13

Back by popular demand,

I know....he's too tall to abduct, however.

OK, now I'm going to be serious for a sec...

I was interrogated at work last night by a co-worker who had unilaterally decided that I was the Expert Laureate on all things gay, and thus, could bring her summarily up to date on current sex politics & practices. She, evidently, lives in a cave.

Years ago, I welcomed these kind of interactions - because i) my "Out-ness" became an interactive experience ("go ahead - ask me anything"), ii) I - and anyone who chose - could influence the promulgation & preservation of our fledgling culture to a teeny degree ("no - only yucky fags like Liza Minelli, dear") and, more importantly, iii) it was way better than getting gay-bashed or gang-raped by red-necks (ok?).

Except now, whenever someone locks me into one of these ostensibly "tolerant" conversations, it feels like a Q & A at some Learning Annex for The Especially Stupid..

:: Q - "Why are you guys so well-groomed?"
A - I have no idea. Why is your husband such a slob?

:: Q - "Is there someone special in your life?"
A - Uh, I have no foster children. Oh, sorry, did you mean is there another GUY/SAME SEX PERSON/YOUR SON who's dick & ass I suck and fuck?

:: Q - "What do think about all those priests?"
A - That they've stimigatized fags as long as they've diddled kids. Do please fuck-off.

:: Q - "Have you ever had women interested in you?"
A - Yes, don't touch me.

:: Q - "I've never met a gay person before"
A - Yes, actually, you've probably met lots. But your hairdresser is definitely straight, lady.

Enough already with the patient, saintly Noblesse Oblige......Ma'am? Buy a fucking book.

Wednesday, September 11

"Looks like we made it"

... Barry Manilow

Tuesday, September 10

So the much bally-hooed Toronto Film Festival is in full swing, and yet I, when visiting the city in spurts over the weekend, failed to spot one single solitary celebrity (if you discount Pierce Brosnan outside the Eaton Centre for a 13 second spot with CITYTV. He uses a lot of hair product, btw). Usually, they're so evident during the festival it's like "Hey Sharon - ya, how are ya - look, pass the salt please?" I went to "IT" (this club) on Sunday - where you'd expect at least a few Hollywood closet cases - and the crowd was distinctly not famous. Well, just don't say that to members of that crowd. I hung out wth hairdressers - who know everything - and none of them have so much as permed an assistant editor. Just a lot of middle-aged techies with name tags waddling along Bloor Street.

So all I have to offer are a few pics of stars I swiped from....well, never mind....that purport to show stars alledgedly in TO at this very moment. Let's start with Heath, whose children I want to bear,

If I were him, I'd just say the hair was for a new role he's currently working on.

Such a moody fellow,

His shirt doesn't go with his scowl.

Here's the ever-happy Sharon,

No, silly, I stopped wearing GAP years ago..this is from Target.

This is that Brioche woman,

No, I am French...we always wear this expression on our faces.

Goldie Hawn's daughter,

Look, did you actually SEE the movie? Because everyone I know thought I was awesome, you troll.

Some ugly men,

c-r-a-c-k-e-d o-u-t


Of course I'll sign your bra...just go ask your mom if that's ok, alright darlin'?

An odd couple,

Pierce: Who the fuck died and made her the star?


Shit - I forgot to wash my masque off this morning...


Looks like the Vicodin just kicked in.

Anyways, none of these stars compare to this totally cool girl I hung out with Sunday who looks, acts & dances EXACTLY like Brittney Spears. It was especially funny when she held a can of Pepsi while on the dance floor. Her name is even Brittney. I'm attempting to get her pic to post - you will not believe the resemblance.

I think I want to be a paparazzi.


Sunday, September 8

The Weekend?

Well, kind of like that track from a few years ago, "Back & Forth, and Up & Down"....

God, just look at the time - I've got a train to catch!

Wednesday, September 4

Geeze! You spend just a few days in rehab, and, meanwhile, all hell breaks loose!!

These are some of the headlines I read in HELLO! on the shuttle on the way back from the clinic -

Here she is right after her ordeal -

I don't know, she looks pretty shaken up....I mean, the pic clearly shows the tell-tale symptoms of Super Model Variant early-onset Post Traumatic Stress Disorder: a) like, who is Naomi waving at? She's on a canal .....b) like, she's wearing a GAP wifebeater.

Honey, you need HELP - remember, denial is always the first sign of a Deeper Problem. And Deeper Problems are supposed to be the worst ones!

Guess what? I learned that in Group yesterday! ( ..but I forgot what you're supposed to say next....now where the hell did I put that sponsor's phone number...)

Then there's poor Karen Mulder -

Uh, who knows where she went or anything ...but the important thing is that she's back, dammit!!

She sure is lucky to have as supportive a friend as John Galliano. Plus, they're on the same medication!! How cool is that?

Get this - Victoria's Secret has a New Line out, geared towards older Italian Gentlemen with, umm, issues. Thoughts?

Maybe it's an acquired taste, I'm not sure....but the sizing looks a little tight for the average full-figured guy.

Finally, I've read conflicting reports, as usual, re: Ms Moss. Some say she's preggers-

- (god, I hope not, ick!).....while some say she's "dabbling" again-

Hope she landed ok

*Note to self*

- Get my mail rerouted to The Lazy Daisy Fulfilllment & Rehab Centre before this w/e's binge, so I'll have all my favorite reads waiting for me there when I come to some time next week.

See ya (somewhere.)