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Friday, September 29, 2006

Gurl, You Know What I'm Sayin'?

I love coming across random sources of information that help me navigate the ever evolving world that is verbal slang. In addition to the Urban Dictionary, which keeps me up to date on my ebonics lessons, I've now found the Gay Slang Dictionary, which surely will serve in keeping me up to date on my mo'bonics lessons.

It's actually interesting to understand the etymology of slang words. From my cursory overview of the site, it seems like a lot of slang is derived from pursecutory means. Case in point, the term 175 (which I've never heard of before in my life) is derived from the branding of homosexuals in Nazi Concentration Camps. Whereas others are derived from the shape of the character, 39 being a term for rimming because it looks like a face in an ass-crack. Again, I've never heard of this term, but whatever. Obviously, though, I've heard of 69 :)

Slang is interesting.

Beat Bush

Tired of the war in Iraq? Frustrated that your civil liberties are being constricted? Or just plain annoyed at looking at that dumb-ass motherfucker's face lying to you on TV everytime he opens his mouth? Well hop on over to this site for some short-term anger abatement:


Thursday, September 28, 2006

Uh Duh

It appears that too much testosterone kills brain cells. I guess that would explain why straight guys are stupid and why lesbians annoy the shit out of me. My questions are answered. Thank you, CNN.

Now, what makes gay guys stupid? I just blame drugs. It's the easy solution.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Bringing Sexy Back

... in wrestling form... Lube Wrestling. I don't know where it came from, when it was here, and where it went, but I'm bringing it back!!! Why? Because it's fucking HOT!!!

Like this...

Or this...

Or this series of Lube Wrestling pictures.

Yes... must do what it takes in order to bring Lube Wrestling back. For the children. Won't someone think of the children?!

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Blood Manor

Tonight I went to the press preview of Blood Manor, a haunted house type scarefest that's set up in West Chelsea. Specifically, it's made it's home at... umm... Home.

I wish I'd brought my camera. It seems that there are pictures online of all the characters up in the Manor. It was a good time, definitely. Everything was so interactive! People dressed up in bloody costumes would sneak up behind you and try to scare you. This chick was dragging along another girl chained in a leather collar... asking us if we'd like to end up like that! Girl, been there, done that. It's called the Black Party, hello??

This other guy crept up on me and tried to scare me. I turned around and he was all "Boo!" I wanted to give him an equally perplexing scare by trying to make out with him. But that didn't happen. Our makeup would have smudged and that's NOT cute.

I think ultimately the haunted house is a tour. It was pretty scary, and definitely something to check out. I think the pitch black corridor freaked me out the most. I just kept telling my friend "Girl, this is like the darkroom at the Roxy! I'm scared someone's gonna reach for my genitals!" But the best part was the 3-D room in the end. Maybe it was the Xanax smoothie I drank before getting there, but that part was the shit!!! It tripped me the fuck out!!

All in all, a good time. Definitely recommend it. Blood Manor officially opens to the public this coming weekend on October 5th and runs Thursday through Sunday all the way until October 31st, so get your scare on!!

Monday, September 25, 2006

A Presidential Experience

Yale has decided to offer free videos of its courses, online. People will also be able to download the course syllabus.

Don't get too excited, though. Courses being offered are fairly pointless, including "Introduction to the Old Testament," "Fundamentals of Physics" and "Introduction to Political Philosophy." However, you two can be one step closer to being the President of the United States (ala George W.) if take copious notes during the first class on religion, sleep through the next class based on fact, and then selectively listen to the third class, as educating yourself on Political Philosophy is a moot point if your father is a former President and you just bought your way into an Ivy League institution.

Though the one thing you won't get from these online video courses is the fun of staring at the predominantly gay classroom and passing "Bobby likes Ryan" notes back and forth while the professor isn't watching. That's the best part about college anyway -- the sexual tension that quickly abates itself with one trip to the men's lockerroom. Ahh college.

Sparkle Motion

Javier's crazy-amazing. The bitch is like double-jointed or some shit. Crazy. Amazing.

Sunday, September 24, 2006


"He expects more than he's entitled to"

Who in your life does this describe? Off the top of my head I can name at least three people. I'm not including myself, of course -- god forbid I say anything negative about myself :)


Hilarious and ominous :)

Saturday, September 23, 2006


Ok, I love Tyra and all, but the bitch talks WAAAY too much like Oprah. What is she thinking?? It's kinda embarassing when she shouts the same crazy way that Oprah does. "New cars for EVERYONEEEEEEE!!!" Oprah should sue for trademark infringement.

Tyra's kind of a nut, too. In the episode I just saw, she brought someone up out of the audience and popped his pimples on TV. What the fuck?! The theme was on skincare, so they were showing people the proper way to pop a pimple. Use a Q-tip on whiteheads, then stop when you see blood. It was crazy.

Oh, then she showed everyone how to she cleans and moisturizes her face. And then how she moisturizes her titties. What the fuck?!

After she washed the make up off her face, she started looking a little... well, not as cute. Then she went ape-shit after giving out her overly-hyped up secret beauty product. Apparently the make-up held back her crazy personality.

PS, Tyra's beauty secret is Vaseline. What the fuck?!

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Gay Soldiers

OMG. This is too much!!! Check it out. Commentary to come later.

I'll say this, though, I can't believe he was blowing a motherfuckin' whistle!!!! It's too much!!! haha

Love it

When two things I enjoy collide, it makes me sad when I can't be there to see it. Last Friday, I had to pass on going to the Nico & Adrian show at Crobar because I chose to go to another show instead. I'm happy with my choice, but wish I could have made it to both. Why? Because at Crobar, it was fashion colliding with huge dicks.


Huge Dick:

Thank you....

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Sextop 2000

I want this computer!!!

Refreshing Perspectives

Despite the fact that some of my friends cause me endless drama, I enjoy being around the people with whom I choose to surround myself.

I caught up with a woman, who's also on the same non-profit board of directors as me, yesterday who I hadn't seen in almost a year. The last time I saw her she was going through it. She was moving, switching jobs, became unexpectedly pregnant, and was having health issues as a result. Basically everything was up in the air and she was a frazzled mess.

But last night I saw her and she looked great. Everything about her was better. Her life had drastically improved, thankfully. She ultimately moved to New Jersey with her fiance and had a now healthy son, who was born two months early. Her new company has been extremely (and surprisingly) accommodating. She's fallen in love with her fiance all over again; the result of loving her son -- a tiny version of her fiance. More importantly, she's learned to let things go and not sweat the small shit. She used to be a control freak and now she takes a laid-back approach to things.

It was really beneficial to hear her story and transition. One day I hope to not be a control freak. That day probably won't be anytime soon, but I can always learn from what others have done and endeavor to emulate their behaviors and cognitions.

The most important thing, though, is that she is very happy with her life and who she's become. It took a year of hell to give her that perspective, but at least now she has it. Everything worked out.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Compartmentalizing Friends

A friend and I were talking the other day about whether or not it makes sense to try to compartmentalize your friends. Ideally, you'd love to be around your friends all the time and in any situation. However, it's often the case that not every friend is well-suited for every situation. For instance, the wild friend is a lot of fun to go out with, but you can't really take him or her to a civilized or formal event.

Lately I've found that a lot of friends are good in one-on-one situations, but I find them to be quite annoying in group settings. It's funny how people behave differently when there isn't an 'audience' to perform in front of. I know a number of people who behave this way. It's a bit confusing. Some would find it an interesting study in sociology. I just find it to be a hassle.

I think I usually give my friends more leeway at first and then if they fuck up a situation, then they get reined back in, or compartmentalized. One friend of mine got quasi drunk at a party and proceeded to say evil shit about the host, along the lines of "oh, the guy who was fat and lost a lot of weight, but is still ugly?" Jesus Christ!! Shit like that will get you blacklisted. I had to cut him off. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll ever invite him to a party with me again.

Other friends just seem to view my friends as their own personal friendship and/or dating pool. They'll sift through my MySpace or Friendster profile for boys and then get in touch with them. I find that to be really distasteful. I assume they realize that I'm typically really picky with who I'm friends with (note, "typically" ... sometimes shit falls through the cracks) so they by picking out my friends, they don't have to do the 'sanity check' work upfront because it's already been done for them. Maybe I wouldn't mind it as much if they themselves had decent friends to introduce me to. But more often than not, their friends are either uninteresting, provincial, or just hot messes.

I feel like there's a social protocol for hanging out with your friend's friends. You can't just go behind their back and do it. I mean, you can, but then you have to deal with the fury that ensues when you're caught. And more importantly, if you're just hanging out as friends, then why not invite everyone along -- the more the merrier, right? Why I have so many friends who ignore this protocol is beyond me. Scratch that -- the number of friends I currently have who ignore this social protocol is going to start dropping, as my friends are going to be dropped. I have no time for deceitful friends -- typically I call those people 'enemies'.

I was actually surprised the other day when I met a friend's friend and he was actually normal and fun to be around. Of course, he doesn't live in New York, so that kinda blows.

But back to the point. Personally, I think it's entirely plausible and advisable to compartmentalize friends. That way, you still get to keep them as friends and you accentuate their good qualities, while minimizing your exposure to their bad qualities. I just hope some of my friends don't catch on to the fact that they're being compartmentalized. Although, it'd be good for them to realize it. Maybe they'll ask why and then grow as a person as a result.

Didn't We Almost Have It All?


I miss non-crackhead Whitney.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Winners and Losers

I read the following article today. It's from Jack and Suzy Welch's column in Businessweek. I thought it was particularly relevant for some conversations I've been having with friends and with myself lately. I like the comforting and inspiring message it delivers. It encourages you to think in broader terms, not to let your mind operate in such a myopic manner and see that success has many definitions. What else can be thought of in broader terms?

All this talk about winning makes me wonder, is there any place for losers in this world? Only a small percentage of people succeed; should all non-winners just kill themselves? - S. Gopal, Bangalore

What a question -- it has to mean you see winning purely economic terms. That's just not how it has to be.

We think about winning another way: as setting personal goals and achieving them, and (as importantly) enjoying the experience on the way. Winning has nothing, or everything, to do with your job. Yes, you can win as a corporate executive, but you can win just as meaningfully as a carpenter, math teacher, or singer in a wedding band. You can win raising a family, caring for your parents, or being a good friend -- as long as those are the dreams you picked for yourself. Indeed, the biggest winners in the world are those who answer yes to the question, "Am I living the life I choose?"

One of the biggest winners we know is a person who your economic definition would probably not qualify at all. Jim O'Connell graduated from Harvard Medical School. But instead of pursuing a lucrative career, he has spent the past 25 years driving a van around Boston practically every night, delivering medical care to the homeless. He lives simply; yet Jim's life is full of joy, and he is beloved by everyone lucky enough to know him, from street people to senators.

Look, winning and losing can't be quantified. They are states of mind, and losing only happens when you give up. Seen that way, then, the world can be filled with winners, and there is room for them all.

- Jack and Suzy Welch

Friendship Solar System

What with Pluto no longer being a planet and all, I thought it'd be interesting to re-visit the concept of a solar system with respect to the friends you have. Who's still in your solar system and who's a Pluto?

A number of my friends, including me, have been having various issues with their friends or friendships in general. Aren't friends supposed to be the constants that help you through life's dramas? They shouldn't necessarily be the source of drama itself. That shouldn't be how it works. But such is life -- everything is work and effort!!

I'm thinking it's good practice to first have an understanding of the different types of friends there are, this should prompt you to think of the optimal mix of friend types (ie, it's better to have more "best friends" than "wild friends" or "ex-friends"). Then it's interesting to think of the friends you have and map them to the various types that exist.

For instance, I really don't want a lot of Frenemies or Socially-Inept friends. It's good to have a healthy pool of Plan B friends and it's always ideal to have as many Best Friends as possible. But if I look at the people in my life, I actually have a LOT of fucking Frenemies -- well, more than I'd prefer to have. Somehow I've attracted a decent number of Socially-Inept friends, which sucks because they often turn into Plan B friends, but most of them aren't even reliable enough to qualify as Plan B friends. My list of Best Friends is a revolving door of people who come in and out of my life, most of whom don't even live in New York. Ironically, most of my oldest Best Friends are straight. That's probably not so much a function of sexual orientation as it is a function of my not having gay friends a decade ago.

Thankfully I've met a handful of good people recently so I can re-allocate my time toward them and away from less desirable friend types.

So what are the types of friends in your solar system? How many Plutos are there?

Sunday, September 17, 2006

New Life Mantra

I finally was able to track down this great quote that I used to have in every profile I created. In light of my recent annoyances with people, I figured I should re-post it so I remember it in the future.

Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.

I think more than half of my friends are better at doing this than I am. I need to catch up and I'm paying the price as a result. It's put up or shut up time. There's a new Bitch in town and she has a lower tolerance for bullshit than the last one. Starting... now!

When Roaches Attack

Ok, so I know I'm like weeks behind on this video, but the first time I tried to watch it something was fucked up with it. I finally just saw it and I'm a little confused about what the whole deal is about it.

Honestly, roaches skeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve me out and if one were anywhere near me, I'd queen out so fast that you'd see the trail of glitter I left behind. It's kinda funny how the weather bunny queens out, but I'm sayin.. I'd do the same fucking thing. Roaches are NASTY!!! You can't step on them because their little eggs will get all up in your shoe and then you'll have even more roaches later. And I hate smashing them with a newspaper or something because then their guts get everywhere. Ick. Just thinking about it is making me all itchy. Christ!!!

Saturday, September 16, 2006


Oh my god, I'm SOOO over people who are just flakey and retarded. I can't deal!! I thought i'd gotten rid of most of the people I knew who were like that, but somehow here I am again -- Retardville.

How is it possible that people just can't change or grow despite the lengthy amount of time it's been since I've known them? Inconceivable! :)

I don't really know how I get pulled into these futile situations that involve iffy and quasi-hazy plans to potentially hang out if someone is possibly in the mood to do something at some point in the night. Fuzzy plans are pointless. I'm SOOO done with people who make fuzzy plans. Why I'm even trying to make plans with someone who's incapable of doing so is beyond me. Well, I haven't seen him in forever and I still like to pretend that we're friends since we've known each other for a while and had some sort of quasi- potentially possibly something once upon a far far away time. It's like the annoyance of three years ago just came CRASHING back down on me and now I remember why we lost touch after a while. It's too much effort.

Speaking of which, it does seem like I'm always the one putting the effort into every "-ship" I'm in, whether it be relation- or friend-. It makes me tired. I'm done with it.

I'm cutting bitches out and I'm pulling back my investments. It's pointless to invest in something that isn't going to give you the return you expected, so I'm scaling back and reallocating in other areas. Now we'll find out who the real -ships are.

Flickr Stalkr

Lately, more than one person I know has sent me a link to their flickr profile, so I figured I'd take a second look on there to see what the big fucking deal was about. Until now I'd avoiding creating an account because I just didn't care. But now I have one. I've joined the masses. Yay!! I LOVE being a late adopter.

I was browsing through a friend's flickr account yesterday, which then led me to someone else's flickr account where I then saw a picture of a friend of mine. It was taken on the street while he was strolling along. So I emailed my friend, asking him if he knew the guy. He didn't. Creeeepy!! It's a scary thought that people are just out on the streets taking pictures of you while you're not paying attention, then posting them on the internet.

Thank GOD I'm ugly! It minimizes my stalkability.

Lemonade Out of Lemons

My night didn't really go as planned. I thought I was going out with one friend and doing a certain set of things, but I ended up rejigging the whole night with a whole new cast. It actually worked out pretty well. I had a really good time!

I ditched out on the Manuel show this afternoon on account of the shitty weather. I can't stand the rain! I made it to Jay McCarroll's show, though. It was very retro. He's bringing yellow back. It was a fun show.

The tents are like a little high school. You always bump into someone you know while walking the hallways. It's kinda cute in that sense. After my friend and I were pseudo hit on by this ambiguously gay model, the tents got even more interesting. His friend was this "voluptuous" (read: fat) indian chick who was something of a fag hag who just didn't know her place. She shook my hand and then held it out for me to kiss. Ok, I don't kiss peoples' hands. I'm sorry. Ok, rather, I don't kiss girls' hands. She was insistent, though. I told her I had herpes. STILL, she held it out there. Finally, I was just like "honey, you're beating a dead horse. Move past it." I was not amused. Eventually we left the tents. I hate fag hags.

Somehow we walked the whole five avenues over to Pacha for Out Magazine's OutLounge party. Again, I was not amused. I really don't like the space there. The music was too loud and it was too dark. I tried to make the best of it, but it just wasn't happening. I guess this is the part with all the lemons.

Here comes the lemonade. I hauled ass out of Pacha and down to Duvet for the House de Lux show. Much to my delight, I bumped into some of the kids from the House of Ninja. Finally, people I actually want to see!! That was actually a good time, since there were a shitload of them at the show, waiting to watch their 'siblings' vogue. I love them; they have such a great spirit and excitement to them. Plus they're fun as SHIT to watch dance. I also met some more people in the House of Xtravaganza. They were super nice and fun, too.

So yeah, it was a good night, despite being one that didn't really go the way I thought it would. It was a more inspirational night rather than the lascivious one I thought it would be. Life's funny like that.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Adventures in People-Dodging

Sometimes New York cracks me up. It's a huge city, but you keep running into the same people ALL the fucking time! Usually it's people I'm happy to see, but sometimes it's people I've been trying to avoid, or at least would rather not bump into... for my own sake.

I was walking home from work today and crossed paths with this boy who I went on some dates with and was TOTALLY into, but things didn't work out and then some more drama ensued with a friend of mine for reasons I don't even FEEL like getting into right now. Anyway, I saw him and was kind of like "SHIT!" and double-timed it in any direction that was out of his line of sight. I felt like Carrie -- a fuckin neurotic mess. Thank god I was wearing my super-huge sunglasses. This is probably the fourth time I've crossed paths with him since all the drama. I was not amused.

Later tonight I was at the tents at Bryant Park to go to a show. It was right after Zac Posen's show so ALL these people were coming out. I crossed paths with a well-known stylist who (for some strange reason) I feel like thinks I'm crazy. I just didn't want to deal, so I basically turned around and hid. It was ridiculous.

But on a better note, I saw Anna Wintour bolting out of there. That woman just got herself a new stalker. I'm SOOO all about her. She just REEEEEEKS of power and pretentiousness. It's hot as shit. I bet her eyes shoot icicles.

Before all that, I bumped into this guy who I really didn't want to see because I was with a mutual friend of ours. He just has this annoying way of tagging along or rather, attaching himself to a host friend like some sort of parasite. Alanis' song "Uninvited" just kept playing in my head the whole time he was around.

Then the strangest thing happened. This boy comes up to me and says "Hi, I think we've chatted online before, but never met. I just wanted to say hello." Ok, so at this point I have NO clue who this boy is. He told me his name, which didn't ring a bell. He told me where he lived, which also didn't ring a bell. He introduced me to his boyfriend -- still, no bells. I have NO CLUE who this boy is!! Apparently we talked at least two years ago when he moved to New York? HOW he still remembers me is beyond my comprehension. It was a nice interaction, but a scary one at the same time. Plus, I feel bad not remembering people. Very confusing. I told him to email me. I hope he does. Maybe then i'll figure out who the fuck he is!!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Honey, I'm a Little High

This woman ROCKS MY PARTY!!! She slays me!

Her tits are bigger than her head!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Fashion Smashion

Apparently the Heatherette show last night got some mixed reviews, or at least some snide remarks. I wouldn't know. I didn't go. I tried to nap instead, but I'm no good at napping.

I did, however, drag myself out to the afterparty... ALL the motherfuckin' way out at Sol. I still can't decide if I like or hate that space. It's far, that's for damn sure.

I think one of the funniest things that happened last night was bumping into Mya. It's funny because I actually recognized her, even though I feel like the last thing I remember her doing was sing Ghetto Superstar with Pras in 1999 (?). She still looks like a skinny drowned rat, though.

The other thing, which I thought was a trip, was seeing JC Chasez there from motherfuckin' N'Sync! I just realized that the three of us have something in common: Mya, JC, and I area all from the Washington, DC area. Wow... what a bond... OK, well JC and I have something else in common -- we both want to suck Justin Timberlake's dick! I may be wrong, but I just naturally assumed that JC was going to follow Lance out from inside the closet. What happened?! He was apparently there with Lydia Hearst who I actually ended up meeting because we're both friends with Willi Ninja.

And finally, it seemed as if they were selling little Heatherette toys. They were like action figures, but more lego-like. There was one of each of them: Richie, Traver, Amanda Lepore, etc. WHO would buy such a thing?! More importantly, WHO would buy such a thing at 8-fucking-dollars a piece?! You know who? One of my friends, that's who! I guess they were really trying to capitalize on the drunkeness of the people there. Wow...

Aside from silly meet-and-runs like that, it was a pretty tame party. Open bar pretty much erased my memory of minute details of the night. It was a moderately good time, though. There were some pictures taken of me all cracked-out (ok, I'm just unphotogenic, alright!!!) toward the end of the night. I need to see if they make it into Paper Magazine, so I can promptly buy and burn all copies of the magazine.

Excedrine, for Racial Tension Headaches

Girl, I love me some Queen Latifah!

Monday, September 11, 2006

A Comedic Tragedy

Seems like there's a trend of people posting shit on Craigslist just for the fun of it, to see who will respond. My friend is trying to see Faust at the Met this October, but tickets are expensive and he can't really afford to see it. We actually had a mildl amusing conversation about it. Well, I tried to make it as gay, and therefore as amusing, as possible:

Him (10:13:04 PM): Ok, I need a sugardaddy for like 1 night.
Me (10:13:13 PM): haha, y?
Him (10:13:26 PM): I want to go see Faust @ the Met.
Me (10:13:39 PM): you're too funny
Me (10:13:58 PM): how much are the tickets?
Him (10:14:25 PM): $325.
Him (10:14:30 PM): for orchestra.
Me (10:14:42 PM): god damn!!
Me (10:15:06 PM): child! you could see Madonna for that much money!
Him (10:15:13 PM): Ugh.

So then he goes ahead and posts an ad on Craigslist, which I thought was completely hilarious. Honestly, the funniest part is that it's titled "No Penny Opera". Ok, well it's hilarious to me!

No Penny Opera - 25
Reply to: pers-206096134@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-09-11, 10:58PM EDT

Dear Random Stranger...

I have a thing for the opera. There is nothing I would like to do more than to go see Faust on October 3rd. However, short of selling a kidney or taking out a loan application, there's no possible way I'm going to be able to afford it.

If you would like to go see Faust, and furthermore, would like to see it with a witty, effervescent, tall, handsome guy and are in the position to treat, by all means reply post haste! We'll be our own kind of opera...

Me: Faust of Financial Fruitlessness.
You: Mephistopheles of Materialism.

The stage is set and so is the date. Will I be going with you?


Cuz You Had a Bad Day

So I'm having the shittiest day today. I hesitate to speak in the past tense because it can always get worse. Things just aren't working out for me, ranging from the trivial (my friend bailed on me for a fashion show so I ended up going alone) to the more serious (if I told you, I'd have to kill you).

I actually woke up this morning with a sense of utter dread, knowing full well that this was going to be a bad day. I don't really think that my negative outlook predisposed me to having a bad day, mostly because I was just wary of it happening. Then, it did.

In trying to search for some type of reason why I woke up with this looming sense of doom (forget that it's September 11th), I thought "why not see what my biorhythm is like for today!" Sure enough, it's all fucked up!

My emotional line is all whacked out, at -100%. I guess that helps to explain something. Now, I guess I just have to wait it out until the shit swings back up. Hmm, seems like all I do lately is wait.

Hungry Hungry Hippos!

This story is sad, but fucking HILARIOUS at the same time. I love how it's called a "freak accident", in this case primarily because it involved freaks! The best part is that the hippo was yawning!! How comical :)

Yay Fashion Week!

Hooray, it's Fashion Week! Well, ok, the week started on Friday, but still... I forgot how much fun it is to go to shows. Even if they kinda suck, they're still fun to go to, just because it's such a unique experience. Of course, now I'm hyper critical of how all the models walk. The show I went to tonight was fraught with models who couldn't really walk for shit. It was all these waify white chicks. They were like zombies! The only models I liked were the waify black chicks. They were workin' it.

The other fun thing about runway shows is the people you get to bump into. I ended up sitting right behind Nole Marin's mother. It was a nice surprise since I'd met her at a party last year. It was a party chock full of models hovering around 6'3. She and I were the only short ones in the bunch, so we started chatting and dancing together. She's super cute!

Ok, another fun thing is waiting for a model to trip and/or fall. It's not really nice, but it's kinda funny. Well, at the very least it's interesting to see how they handle it. Sometimes they'll just laugh it off and keep going. In this case, she just yelled "FUCK" and continued down the runway. Haha.

I've got two shows tomorrow, so we'll see how they go. I'm addicted now!! I want more shows!!! And more gift bags!!!!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Privacy Much?

The internet scares me. You never know what people post out there, especially if it's something that could come back to haunt you.

Thankfully I don't think there's anything out there about me that I'd be ashamed of. Thankfully, I also have little to no shame. But I've come across things on the internet about people I know, from their past, that I'm sure they wouldn't want to have floating up to the surface. There's not really much you can do about it. If it's out there, then it's out there.

It's kinda crazy how careful you need to be about posting information about yourself. All it takes is one person to put the pieces together and they could know almost everything about you. So the next time you put something up on the internet, think abot what you're putting there. And if it's pictures of your dick, then just save yourself some time and send them directly to me!

Friday, September 08, 2006

Rambling About Something

It's officially Fashion Week! Well, that doesn't mean much for me today, or in general since I don't work in the "industry", but it's still a fun time.

Actually, I'll probably see more 'runway' going on tonight at Willi's funeral than at any show at the tents!

I think this season is just too much of an overload for me. I'm not really in the mood for all these parties and shows. It's a lot of effort! Considering that I can't dress myself for shit, it's kinda hard to look presentable around all these "fashion-y" people. Hence, I don't try. I just wear whatever I fell out of bed in and trot on out. Cuz that's how I do!

Last night was actually a mess. I had WAY too much to drink somehow -- thank you, Open Bar. At least I left with four giftbags consolidated into one. What I actually want in those giftbags is beyond me. It's a bunch of Perry Ellis underwear, in neon colors, that doesn't fit me. Whatever.

I found it amusing last night that the guy serving food was the bartender from the MAO Magazine party I was at the night before! I was like "that hot guy looks familiar". So of course I go up to him -- because I'm retarded like that -- and I'm all "hey. Weren't you serving drinks at Exit Art Gallery last night?". Of course he looks confused (or maybe embarassed?) and then was like "oh yeah!" What is it with these people who don't want to admit the truth. Dude, i'm just saying that I saw you at one party and now you're at this one! I thought it was cute -- I also thought he was cute. So what's there to be retarded about? I don't get it. Suffice it to say, that was the end of the conversation. I'm like the Truth Fairy, apparently. Ain't NOBODY wants my wand!

Anyway, I left the Perry Ellis / Out Magazine party, drunk as all get-out and had to meet a friend who was in town from LA. Ok, I had to be reminded that she's actually leaving for Africa on Sunday for like two months. Hopefully she won't be eaten by a tiger, trampled by an elephant, or catch the HIV from a mosquito bite. Jesus... that's grim.

So yeah, went to a straight bar on the other side of town. Straight bars suck. The people who work there suck. The people who go there suck. They just suck. I saw some people from college there who I could have said hello to, but wasn't really in the mood (nor was I physically able) to take a walk down memory lane. We had a drink. I left. End of pointless story.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Willi Ninja - Video

Oddly enough it's hard to find footage of Willi on YouTube. Maybe I'm not very good at looking for stuff on there, but I found this video because someone posted it on his profile. So I thought i'd share...

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

R.I.P. Willi Ninja

I haven't really written much about the death of a good friend of mine. It's mostly because I have no idea what I could say that would truly convey how I feel and describe the wonderful and unique person he was. The only thoughts running through my head are of how much I love and will miss him. But that doesn't make for an interesting read. SO, I'll leave it to other people to write things about him so I don't have to.

The following article will apparently run in tomorrow's New York Daily News and other publications throughout the country. The New York Times is supposed to be running an obituary tomorrow on Willi also, unless this article qualifies as an obituary as well -- I don't know how these things work...

UPDATE (9/6/06): Here's an article the New York Times did on Willi


Sep 5, 7:20 PM EDT

Godfather of voguing, star of 'Paris is Burning' dies in New York

Associated Press Writer

NEW YORK (AP) -- Dancer Willi Ninja, a star of the documentary "Paris is Burning" who was considered the godfather of the dance art form voguing and who inspired Madonna's "Vogue" music video, has died at age 45, friends and relatives said Tuesday.

Ninja died Saturday of AIDS-related illnesses at New York Hospital Medical Center of Queens, they said.

Madonna, speaking through a spokeswoman Tuesday, said she was sorry to hear of Ninja's death.

"He was a great cultural influence to me and hundreds of thousands of other people," she said.

Voguing, which dates to gay Harlem ballrooms in the first half of the 20th century, consists of a combination of model-like poses and creative arm, leg and body movements.

Ninja, inspired by Fred Astaire, "Great Performances" on PBS, Asian culture and Olympic gymnasts, was a self-taught performer who stitched together a patchwork of a career that covered the worlds of dance, fashion and music.

He performed with dance companies, worked under renowned choreographers and instructed models and socialites how to walk and pose for the paparazzi with frisson.

But it was for the magic Ninja worked on the ballroom floor and his appearance in the 1990 documentary "Paris is Burning" that he was probably best known.

The documentary chronicles the elaborate ball competitions in which participants walk in various categories or themes and are judged on the realness of their drag impersonations. On a deeper level, the balls are spins on issues of gender, class and race expressed through performance, observers say.

Ball participants are known as children of houses, improvised families that often serve as havens from hardships such as homophobia, poverty and racism many members face.

"Paris is Burning" director Jennie Livingston said Ninja, a "supremely gifted dancer" who was extremely focused and dedicated to his craft, was "one of the main reasons" she made the film.

The filmmaker also noted Ninja's warmth and ability to guide, nurture and love those around him, particularly the children in the House of Ninja, which he founded in the mid-1980s.

She recalled walking through Washington Square Park one summer day and spotting young men voguing beneath a tree. She approached to learn about this dance, which was new to her.

"'If you really want to talk about voguing you should meet Willi Ninja,'" Livingston said the young men told her. "That's where I first heard his name. Whenever you talk about vogue or voguing Willi's name is there," Livingston said in an interview Tuesday. "Willi refined voguing. He really brought it to an amazing level."

Eventually Ninja vogued for audiences in Paris and Tokyo, Livingston and others said.

Ninja, whose real name was William Leake, was born April 12, 1961, in New York and grew up in Queens. He graduated from Bayside High School and studied for a year at Queens College, according to a copy of the program for his funeral, which was scheduled for Friday.

Ninja's mother, Esther Leake, of Queens, said: "He was my best friend. I loved him to death. Nobody else is going to be like him. He was one of a kind. He loved people, and he'd do anything for anybody."

Archie Burnett was best friends with Ninja. He said Ninja was influenced and fascinated by Asian culture growing up in Queens, which has a large Asian population, and during a stay in Japan.

"His style of voguing was a combination of martial arts, East Indian and Asian influences, ballet, gymnastics, contortionism and pantomime," Burnett said. "That's what made him different. He really wanted voguing to be respected."

Burnett said a cable channel recently approached Ninja about doing a fashion-related show. But the channel wanted him to offer catty, mean-spirited commentary. Ninja declined, Burnett said.

"Willi was not into being a stereotype, and if it meant he wouldn't have the opportunity to put on a show and have international access by way of television he would not do it," Burnett said. "He was a man of principle. He fought for his integrity."

Ninja did, however, do commentary for the "Paris" DVD, which was released last year.

More recently, he had met with a theater director about choreographing a Broadway or off-Broadway version of "Paris is Burning," Livingston said.

"It could've been beautiful," the director said.

A viewing will be held at Roy L. Gilmore's Funeral Home in Queens on Friday, followed by a funeral. Ninja's remains will be cremated Saturday.

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Monday, September 04, 2006

What is Love?

Because someone was giving me shit for the mid-90's crapfest that is my iTunes music library, I thought I'd cough up the video below of some other dumb-ass singing along to one of those songs instead. True to form, I found yet another European teen making a crazy-ass YouTube video. It's kind of painfully embarassing to watch, though.

It cracks me up that he's staring at a picture of himself and a girl. I just assumed he was gay. And the camera gets a little Blair Witch at some points, which makes me want to vomit... aside from the boy's acting... and the heterosexual lip-lock that ensued. Barf.

I'm so fucking awesome, though, because the song's title doubles as a reference to a conversation we had earlier that night, PRIOR to the mid-90s craptacular listening party that night.

Weekend Madness

What a crazy weekend. I've never done so little in my entire life!! Excrutiatingly unproductive, yet highly entertaining -- that's how I'd describe it. I think it felt unproductive because most of my weekend took place in an apt. If you go out, even though you're doing the same thing -- drinking -- it seems like you've accomplished something. Funny thing, that.

This weekend was a lot about friends leaving, though, like a motherfuckin' N'Sync song: Bye, Bye, Bye. One left the state (back to Kansas or somewhere in the midwest), another left the country (back to Paris, and then Tibet to live with real people), and another left the land of the living (presumably to Heaven, though asshole Jesus-freaks would probably say otherwise). Madness, I say!! I miss all of them already... to varying degrees.

Ok, now that I think about it, my weekend wasn't all that unproductive. I had a slew of good conversations, some chunks of esoteric thought on loss and life, and saw Jackie Beat who was fucking awesome! So scratch that -- it was a productive weekend, just not in the traditional sense. Besides, who has time for the traditional? I'd rather be an iconoclast :)

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Mourning in the Afternoon

I got the call today
I didn't want to hear
But I knew that it would come

Friday, September 01, 2006

Has-Been Celebrity Playground

Now I know nobody was truly excited when they all got the mass email saying that Duvet was hosting an "afterparty" for the VMAs, yet somehow I found myself there tonight. Despite my better judgment and full intention of going to Tenjune, we wound up in a pointlessly long line outside of Duvet. OK, actually we didn't really wait in the line, but still... it was a LONG line.

After bumping into about two people I'd rather not have seen, one of whom being my frenemy, I was already trying to leave and questioning why I was there to begin with. I was introduced to another boy who was actually cute but who annoyed me the first time I met him. Turns out he's nicer now. Nice + cute = Hello :) At least that made the night somewhat tolerable.

Since when did Duvet become an actually respectable club? Yeah, still waiting to find out since tonight didn't really change much. The *star-studded* event included appearances by some chicks from the O.C. -- I wouldn't really know since I don't watch TV -- Wyclef Jean, formerly of the Fugees, sporting a no-hair haircut so basically we're not forced to recognize him by FACE instead of by insane locks of hair. Naturally it took me a good 15 minutes to realize it was him cuz "all ya'll bruthas look alike!" And sure enough, one bed over from me was none other than Captain Gay himself, Lance Bass fresh from out of his bedroom closet. I didn't bother to say hi. I missed Justin Timberlake's party on Wednesday so there's no point in chatting it up with a lesser N Sync'er. Please.

I love how all the people at the party were kinda washed up singers and wannabe actors. And of course everyone there was frantically trying to catch a glimpse. I'm over star-fucking. They're bad lays.