Love - Art - Disease - Pain - Life-Humanness - "Otherness"
In our desensitised society,
the artists,
the bohemians, poor, discarded,
"others", recovering addicts -
all are more in touch
with their human-ness
than the so called
mainstream.
Despite everything -
HUMANNESS, LOVE, LIFE, ART survives.
-Jonathan Larson
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Friday, November 21, 2003
Versus
Left or Right: Right
Penis or Cock: Cock
Yo Yo Ma or Yo Momma: Yo Momma
Larry Tee or Mr. T: Larry!!!
Cops or CHiPS: CHiPS
John or Ponch: Ponch
Kadafi or Funkadafi: Funkadafi
Tony Blair or Linda Blair: Linda
March of Dimes or Dime Bag: March of Dimes
Soft Cell or Sleeper Cell: Sleeper Cell
Kojak or Baretta: Kojak
Jock Strap or Strapping Jock: Strapping Jock
Terrorista or Fashionista: Fashionista
Panera or Paninaro: Paninaro
Wrestlers or Football Players: Wrestlers
Art Rock or Rock Hard: Rock Hard
Ice Castles or Ice Capades: Neither
Patty Smith or Patty Hearst: Patty Hearst
Scars or Sars: Scars
1974, 1984 or 1994: 1984
Bath or Shower: Shower
Mr Bubble or Bubblicious: Mr. Bubble
Mr. Whipple or Mrs. Olson: Mr. Whipple
Love Unlimited Orchestra or Ulimited Capacity For Love: Love Unlimited Orchestra
Mary Woronov or Edie Sedgewick: Mary
Joan Jett or Suzi Quatro: Suzi
Pop Art or Iggy Pop: Iggy
Magazine or Fanzine: Fanzine
Cosmaceuticals or Kama Sutra: Cosmaceuticals
Dinner or Dessert: Dinner
Paul Frank or Mr. Friendly: "Paul Frank Is Your Friend" http://www.paulfrank.com/fullscreen.html
Boxing or UFC/NHB: NHB
iZod Lacoste or Members Only: iZod
eBay or Flea Market: Both
Retro or Futuristic: Retro Futuristic. Love Emo.
Heterosexual or Metrosexual: Metrosexual
Paper or Plastic: Plastic
Fantastic Plastic or the Plastics: The Plastics
Naked or Nude: Nude
Girth or Length: Why choose?
Abs or Chest: Both
Turkish Coffee or Cuban Coffee: Cuban
Leatherman or Leatherboy: Leatherman
Men's Gymnastics or Men's Diving: Gymnastics
Muscleboy or Musclebear: Both
Cowboys or Indians: Cowboys
Foreign or Domestic: Domestic
Army, Navy or Marines : Marines! Ahoora!
Howard Stern or Isaac Stern: Isaac Stern
Chewie or Honk Kong Fooey: Hong Kong Fooey
Hong Kong or King Kong: King Kong
Blog Whore or Blog More: Blog More
3:07 PM
I just got off the phone with Sarah Patrick at Palmetto Health, and my "Finding Nemo" tree has won "BEST IN SHOW", and I'm very honored. I couldn't have pulled it off without my old art coach Tom and Amanda. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Tonight is the black-tie gala...and I'll be there in my penguin suit looking spiffy as usual. Actually, since I've lost all this weight, my tuxedo doesn't fit anymore...so I'll have to wear my regular pin stripe suit, perhaps with an aire of fabulousness to it. I made Amanda's gown and coat that she's wearing tonight...so perhaps I'll use some leftover material to make an ascot or something fun to match.
It's going down into the 30's tonight, and with all of the wonderful food and the atmosphere and the high society it'll be wicked romantic. *sigh*. Last year's dreariness should make way for this year's awesomeness, even though I don't have a guy to share it with. At least I'll have Amanda, and I suppose that she, above all people, is the one person I would want to share this evening with.
2:47 PM
Down With Love
I finally bought the DVD. I think the movie is really swell, but after watching it again recently, I realized that it makes the unfortunate misstep of having its characters flounce around as if they knew just how ridiculous they were...which is invariably damaging to parodies. Sincerity always, always works better. Other than that, though, the movie's a treat from the delirious opening credits through the unbelievable musical number that closes the proceedings (no wonder they wanted both Ewan McGregor and Renee Zellweger), including every montage, costume change and lascivious plot twist in between.
And I think I learned something, too.
I've been so mopey for so long about being single...spurred by some of the worst dates this side of Andrew Cunanan...that it's become hard for me to see my own life clearly. Among the points I'm missing is that I won't be ready for any but the most peculiar of relationships until I stop looking on the horizon every night for my other half.
For one reason or another, and strangely enough, my dormant love life has not impeded my sex life. The latter have recently been with guys who are...for one reason or another...unavailable. Well, actually, the one reason is that most of them are already spoken for, by boyfriends mellow enough to look the other way. Or playful enough to not look the other way. Or, in one ethically taxing instance, clueless enough to forget to look at all. We won't even go into the one's that are totally, emotionally, tragically and mentally fucked up.
At any rate, it's less difficult that I'm alone than that I'm not achieving a goal I've set for myself (which was to find real love). And, having realized that, I'm going to deprioritize that goal for a little while. Whatever happens happens, but I'm not going to knock myself out trying to make something happen when I've discovered that I'm not ready for it to happen anyway. Well, I'm not ready to compromise for something that's not real, anyway.
Even though I don't believe wholly in empty sex, I suppose as long as guys are momentarily throwing aside their boyfriends for me...for that matter, smart, fun, hot guys that I always seem to be too late to date myself...I don't feel like tying myself down. Afterall, most of us know how I feel about compromise and rationalizing after these last 10 months.
What the hell...I'm bored of planning for tomorrow in ways that pay absolutely no dividends. I'm perhaps less prepared to be someone's boyfriend than I was a year ago, and my behaviour is more self-destructive than it would be if casual sex were actually on the forefront instead of the periphery. Zoinks.
So let's leave it like that for a little while. Barbara Novak, I'm ready for Step 3: Chocolate.
2:29 PM
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