Actually, rumours of my demise are untrue - I'm just saving my energy (read = money) for tomorrow's night with her which takes place here. Honey can be all over the place (read = cracked out) - but she's always fun. So if you're bored (read = TO contingent), come join me and the gang for some hazin' and a fazin'.
NEW YORK - The City of New York will honour Joey Ramone by renaming a street corner after the late punk legend.
Beginning Nov. 30, the intersection of East Second and The Bowery will be known as Joey Ramone Place. The legendary club CBGB, where The Ramones made their name in the 1970s, is on the same city block.
Since Ramone's death in April 2001, following a long battle with cancer, there have been several tributes to the band, now considered a musical pioneer despite never having enjoyed commercial success.
Most recently, a tribute album was produced and, in 2002, the band was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Right Fucking On.
Wednesday, November 12
[The Things We Do For Our Friends...God...]
Someone get Queen Mum a drink, fast....me thinks her bag is leaking.
West Coast Wonders
Well, it's decided - I'm going to Vancouver for New Years. You see, I wanna hear DJ Kila throw sets like this.
Tuesday, November 11
Sister Gurlfriend is Actually My Sister
Now watch my sister, Kendra, age before your very eyes ::
Happy Birthday, sib......
Friday, November 7
Old War Stories
This guy made a good point a few posts ago when he wondered aloud over what seems to come of all the collective wisdom & experience that should reside within - but these days seems to have vanished from - any kind of dialogue with many Not-So-Young-Anymore gay people. Bitter self-editing queens who don’t wanna share, the lot of ‘em…..if I’m reading JH right.
Well, I may be bitter – but I love to gab – and, on a pseudo-profound note, kinda think it’s something of an individual responsibility to re-hash antics from one’s sordid past (assuming one has one) for our gay youngin’s – esp. since “How to be a plausible sketchy fag” has yet to find inclusion in the syllabi of any school I’ve come across (can you just imagine attending such a class? One would receive marks for their entrance.) Moreover, stop to consider that Personal Experience is really not all that removed from General History – and is key to the survival of our culture, the evolution of our traditions, and the as yet unattained legitimacy of our ‘alternative lifestyle’ . In other words - if you’ve lived to tell it – you’re automatically a somebody.
I’m gonna go way back….
Story #1 – Le Papillion
There used to be this restaurant in Hamilton, Ont., where I lived for a brief & unfortunate period of my adolescence, called Le Papillion; it’s name – wow, c’est French – bestowed upon it an immediate and secretly acknowledged bohema-queer status, so, although it was nominally an eating establishment, a creperie no less, it became something of a clandestine prancing ground for gay teenagers. They also served alcohol to anyone with a pulse, which was an additional draw. Anyways, this is the place where I, at age 15 or 16, after a boozy & widely flirtatious evening, I found myself hooking up with a few others to form my first orgy ever. And what a bizarre bunch they were – I especially recall a white Bahamian couple (Xavier & Sondra, or something like that...) who spoke with this weird inflection, a children’s book writer (Ralston – he later turned into my 2nd official BF), my best and later thoroughly schizophrenic friend Jacquie and this teen hunk, Josh. Josh and I attended the same high school, where we used to peer at each other suspiciously. Indeed – they are almost always named ‘Josh’. In record time, we organized ourselves ride-wise & ended up at someone’s house in nearby Dundas, where I was guided, room by room, by the aforementioned couple, and introduced to various people in various couplings who used various sex toys. I was not impressed with the sex toys. I just wanted sex with Josh, and learnt right then & there, that a) you can have sex with someone whom you find unattractive as a purely strategic manoeuvre in order to get to the one you want, and b) a lot of people are unattractive.
Oh – and I also learnt to never have sex on mushrooms.
Story #2 – Joe
Joe was the first guy with whom I had semi-consensual sex. He had a recently immigrated from Poland, had a breathtaking Slovak build and picked me up in this parking lot one night; he was older & dumb & sexy & had this gigantic Ford LTD with vile green bordello-brocade upholstery which I remember so well – cause we had sex in the back seat. Or rather – I just lay there & watched as the amazing reality of oral sex unfolded in my lap & came to understand what all the fuss was about. A few days later, he showed up at my door bearing the 3 pizzas my family had just ordered from a joint nearby. I had, if I recall, a small seizure – but no-one was the wiser (I had not come out to my parents yet). He just winked at me – and we remained friends for a number years hence. Lessons learnt? Find out what they do for a living first and “it’s a small world” is more than a just a perky Disney-ism.