PEACE MARCH NYC 4/31/06

I knew Saturday was going to be an incredible day the moment I checked my myspace inbox and found a message from new wave goddess Lene Lovich. Last time she graced our shores--she lives in a castle in England!--I took her on a dizzying tour of the garment district's fabric shops the way only a drag queen can, honey! And she wants more! She's a PETA person who Dan Matthews introduced me to. Lene hit it big with her first two amazing albums while I was living in London in 78-80 and to this young queen, the combination of her clinically beautiful face blankly staring out from her publicity shots, braid-sculpture hairdos and that other-worldly voice, she was right up there with Debbie Harry and The Selector's Pauline Black in the style icon/brilliant musician category. Of course it didn't hurt that shewrote/sang back-up on Cerrone's disco records and her pr machine, playing up that kooky-cool new wave factor, claimed she first made a living recording screams for horror films. At the time, I was also very impressed with the singer of the Tourists, an adrogynous young pixie who wore oversized--I mean REALLY oversized, about 20 checks per dress--harlequin print mini-dresses who became better known in the 80's as Annie Lenox.

On a very different note, I ended the day on myspace as well, e-chatting with a drag named Sharrissa Diva Iman Honie-Kisss, the recently crowned Miss Teen Iowa! I hope that Iman one day learns of her new competition! I worship the queens and trannies on myspace! Not that I'm trying to Hiney-Kisss Miss Honie-Kisss or anything! Little did I know, it was to be a whole day and night fuelled by off-beat superstar power!



SHARRISSAONMYSPACE

First stop, to grab my Wigstock partner Scott Lifshutz and sometimes trusty camera and headed over to the peace march which convened near Union Square. I didn't see any of the march's "headliners", Susan Sarandon, Jesse Jackson, Cindy Sheehan or Randi Rhodes, but with eye candy like George W. Bush and his cronies in chains parading to cheers, jeers and chants, who the hell needs headliners? George's buddies Rummy, Cheney, Osama and Saddam even joined him!



The crowd literally cracked Condi-loser Rice's face--unless someone had been sitting on face, like that Jack Straw, who seemed smitten with the Alabaman temptress on her recent trip to the UK, and who slept in her private plane's bed as "Aunt Tomasina" laid out on the floor? Did you catch that one a few weeks ago? Bizarre! MORE



But I'm glad all the uniformed cons got a day pass from the institution. Imagine if this protest worked and the whole crew was impeached, jailed and put into the psych ward. I actually do believe that W has a screw loose in addition to being a heartless crook. Just an observation. But keep our expectations high, ok? As Dorian Corey once said, "You shoot an arrow real high, hooray for you!".



Not that I'm a clown who frequents Hallowe'en specialty shops for it's oversized, inexpensive costumes or anything, but are Donald Rumsfeld masks really that common, or did these people actaully have them made? Very dedicated if so! The sunny, breezy day was a perfect setting for the triumphant (because of the turnout) and sad (because of the reasons behind it) procession. With participants from Katrina survivors to veterans to union workers to environmentalists to immigrant rights supporters to churches, the wide variety made it seem like the whole world hates Bush and what he stands for. These aren't liberal left-wing extremist kooks!



OK, so maybe that was the wrong photo to illustrate my point. But most of the protesters, in the tens of thousands, looked just like you and me. (Well, like you and me in sensible shoes with modest wigs and only half a can of Sherwyn-Williams on our grizzled mugs.) Although, I'm forced to admit that the classic silhouette of the dunce cap, here updated with a makeshift brim, does lend an air of kookiness. Sorry, gal, but I was familiarized with that particular silhouette from every conceiveable angle and lighting scheme quite often as a youngster so I'm a little over it. personally. Of course, silhouettes of any kind are not at issue here. One has only to glimpse at the desperate expression of the child by her side as she pitifully gnaws on a water bottle to learn how topsy-turvy our world's become.



One sign of the beginning of the slow road back to normalcy: a wig-wearing security guard, dammit!



The vibe was so inclusive that it made you just wanna stand up and shout "DOWN WITH BUSH!" at the top of your lungs.

Of course, being a slut, certain protesters made ME wanna lie down and shout "UP MY BUSH!".



But I soon steered my mind back to the cause...eventually...



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Buoyed to see a healthy Chinese contingent, I tried to order some egg rolls, but found my appetite even more stimulated by the silken strands caressing the ivory skin of this young morsel in the foreground! Aren't I awful?



Here's a few of my favorite signs. They aren't all cute or funny, but I don't think these messages are ever heard often or loud enough while that bastard is sill in the White House destroying the world with my tax dollars. Well, when I get around to filing my taxes, that is. Missed that derned deadline again!











I couldn't recognize this image, but Scott explained that it was a muslim woman with her injured child. Doesn't look like the lovely, exotic muslim women I've seen. That big-ass foot doesn't look like any woman of any race I've ever seen. And I look at a lot of "women" with big feet at my "job" regularly.



The older crowd totally stole the show. Ignoring their bunions and brittle bones, they took the the streets in peppy spring attire like this pink argyle sweater, with canes if necessary.



Is this lady's white walking stick for the blind? I guess my blind readers won't be able to answer that, so I hope you'll help me. I'm not that familir with their accoutrements--though Lypsinka is. She claims she gets very lucky cruising the Institute For The Blind in Chelsea. But the Personification of Pizzazz's gargantuan libido aside, can you imagine being blind and braving a crowd of thousands with your hearing offset by the din of competing chants?



Not that the march was about fashion, but this sassy visor certainly caught my eye. Love the way it fluffs the hair worn underneath the bang!



Seen marching with the NYC Quakers, this ol' gal killed me, with her colorful beret and glad rags. How determined she is, with her roll of leaflets clutched tightly! Her pleasant smile took me back to one of the few things I learned in college: HOW TO DRINK HEAVILY IN THE DAYTIME! No, it was actually a psychology class. And since I know you are wondering, yes, I did flunk the course. Anyway, the lesson that stuck with me is that really old folks are divided into 2 categories. (Hopefully this isn't some ancient theory which hasn't been taught in 50 years so y'all can't spook MY real age!) One category went for "it" and whether they failed or succeeded financially, they'd followed their dreams and their consciences and had done their best. They found themselves surrounded by family and loved ones as they entered life's final chapter. The other category had not, and died bitter and quite alone. Maybe she was just having a rare good daym but I can't imagine that this ol' gal is in anything but the first group. And didja know that Quakers have been performing gay weddings for years? My parents are Quakes and would die if they learned that their transvestite son was using it's sinful blog to promote their religion.



As I gazed out at the hand-made signs and the marchers from all walks of life, all sorts of issues came up. Like "Honey, that child may look retarded scartching his face like that but he is WAY too old for a stroller!"





I spotted a whole bunch of kids. The one above was cute as he can be, but bless his little heart if that dadgum sign of his don't make a lick o' sense. Still, he gets an E for effort. (2 E'S, actually, cuz he wanted to buy one for a friend.) Nice people! At least he was there. I saw so few young adults. As Scott explained to me, the kids in Paris just took to the streets and had an unfair labor law OVERTURNED. It seems most of the youth in the US care more about Lindsay Lohan than Cindy Sheehan, or their rapidly being overturned rights to privacy, health care, ability to file bankruptcy, need I go on? I felt that the older attendees knew this drill. They'd done this before, when things had gotten so off course that they had to take to the streets to demand that their concerns be dealt with. They valued their voices and used them. I think this was used to be called democracy, long, long ago...

And where were the gays? What's up with that? This should have been like a fucking gay pride march with gay couples prancing wildly in all manner of gender-fuck bridal attire! Don't y'all know how completely intertwined the gay agenda is with the same enlightened thinking which has arrived at conclusions like that the government should not be silencing the scientists who warn of global warming? Or preventing women from getting abortions? Or bungling Katrina and Iraq? Or monitoring our emails? Hiya, Georgie! Oh, I shouldn't be so hard on the fucking gays for not taking an interest in the march or the world's destiny. It IS kinda tough to do a booty bump in the middle of a daylit street! (I, however, managed to.) Our people are the world's best at making a fashion statement. Let's try another kind that's just a wee bit more meaningful than Dolce, gurl!

Talk about standing up and making a gay statement! I passed this heavenly creature on my way home. S/He regularly poses/begs on 6th Avenue and 12th Street, always in all white. Today it was featuring white ponytails bound every couple of inches whith a white little girl's balled ponytail holder, positioned ever so neatly. Dailily featuring white mascara for your nerves.



But the elusive butterfly turned away, camera-shy. I thought I might offer it a tip for it's "entertainment", though unsure of the protocol involving club-kid he/she beggars.



I gave up and it opened an umbrella (guess what color!) and started babbling in the manner of your garden-variety simpleton. No matter, I had a different simplton altogether on my mind. That evening, Dina Martina was cutting up at The Cutting Room in her solo show SEDENTARY LADY.



I'd hoped to get this entry up earlier and review her show more fully, but since tonight's the last night of her sold out run, I'll discuss her in detail later since she'll be back in December and in Provincetown all summer. DO NOT MISS THIS NUT! INDESCRIBABLY SENSATIONAL! So wacky that when this thing goes into the audience as it often does, people are actually frightened! But in the best possible way. Her DEVIL WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA finale can't be topped, but I'm sure she can.



Costumed to showcase her ample camel-toe, the crowd roared with laughter throughout her set, her patter and choreography every bit as insane as her look. Whoopi Goldberg had been in to see her earlier in the week, and I gagged to look over at the bar and see AIR AMERICA's RANDI RHODES, my idol! I ran over to introduce myself and gushed," I'm your #1 fan!", and gagged again as Cindy Sheehan interrupted me and said "No, I'm her # 1 fan!". Randi below stealing my and Jayne County's favorite jowl-hiding pose! This woman knows absolutely everything! I loved her comment the other day that Bush not only fucked up this country, but his othr ventures as well, including owning a baseball team and TRADING SUPERSTAR SAMMY SOSA! Excuse me for a moment, but I just can't think of "trade" and that Dominican god without drooling and I don't wanna short out the computer. But it was moronic of Bush.



Dina and Cindy even performed an impromptu peace finger-puppet revue which had me howling "Look at the camera, idiots!" That's Ann Wright on the left, who Chip Duckett identified. In his words she's "Not nearly as well known as Cindy, but absolutely no less a hero. After a lifetime of service with the military and the foreign service, she resigned immediately when the Iraq war began."



What a perfect end to a perfect day and evening, as the girls agreed to pose for (my admittably terrible) pix after the show. For those of you are as in awe of Randi and Cindy as I am and hungry for any trivia about them, they are both sweet and Cindy is quite tall. And look at Randi's knockers! Now I know why she constantly opens her show with Rusty Warren's BOUNCE YOUR BOOBIES. There's a free ringtone of this comedy classic on Randi's site: THERANDIRHODESSHOW.COM



I strongly urge everyone to tune in to Randi's daily broadcasts on AIR AMERICA from 3PM-7PM. Even if you think you hate politics, Randi provides the most entertaining introduction to current affairs I can imagine. AND IT'S FREE, YA BASTARDS!

MISSION IMPLAUSIBLE

SANTA CLARITA, Calif. - A newspaper promotion for Tom Cruise’s upcoming “Mission: Impossible III” got off to an explosive start when a county arson squad blew up a news rack, thinking it contained a bomb.

AND IT DID! THE MOVIE!

MORE: MSNBC

BUSHES NOT AMUSED

WASHINGTON A blistering comedy “tribute” to President Bush by Comedy Central’s faux talk show host Stephen Colbert at the White House Correspondent Dinner Saturday night left George and Laura Bush unsmiling at its close.


A sample of his act: "Colbert told Bush he could end the problem of protests by retired generals by refusing to let them retire. He compared Bush to Rocky Balboa in the “Rocky” movies, always getting punched in the face—“and Apollo Creed is everything else in the world.”

Turning to the war, he declared, "I believe that the government that governs best is a government that governs least, and by these standards we have set up a fabulous government in Iraq."

READ MORE: EDITORANDPUBLISHER

Why would they even consider Colbert for a WHite House gig? His whole shtick on Comedy Central is steadfastly standing up for this administration, basing his support on laughable reasoning--the same kind Bush uses. So Bush probably didn't even get it.

WATCH COLBERT'S ROUTINE ON CROOKSANDLIARS: CROOKSANDLIARS

ALSO CHECK COLBERT OUT IN THE STRANGERS WITH CANDY MOVIE TRAILER: YOUTUBE


And thanks to friendlier999 for the links!

GREAT TASTE, LESS FILLING!

WIGGERY!

Must-see TV when Tony Orlando introduces Phyllis Diller! Thanks to house 1 for sending me this perfect reminder of when even cheesy TV shows were terrific and stars had personality and not just stylists! Nowadays, even the best shows are shit. I watched Desperate Housewives for the first time and found it unbearable. I love the way the music resolves at the end of a scene to make you feel like something's transpired when not much really has. This clip certainly doesn't suffer from that ailment.

YOUTUBE

THIS WAR'S GETTING OLD!

Even the grannies are braving their bunions and accident-prone hips to take to the streets and march against this sham of a war in Iraq. Too bad the senile heifers thought they were protesting the Vietnam War! And there were four senators arrested today at a Darfur protest. Randi Rhodes and Susan Sarandon will march in NYC tomorrow and more immigration protests nationwide coming up. Even if you have zero interest in politics, wouldn't the sheer number of protests (and of course, the increased gasoline prices for the conscience-free christians of the great US of A) indicate that something is intrinsically wrong with the direction in which our country's heading? Oh yeah, and I will be taking it to the streets personally this weekend in an extra short support hose-showcasing mini and highest heels (the highest Payless makes, anyway) to raise public awareness on another grave issue: GRAY-HAIRED FAKE CUNTS WITH SORES ON THEM NEED TO BE FUCKED, TOO!



FROM BBC NEWS:

US court clears anti-war grannies

The group hope to motivate other senior citizens to take action
A US court has acquitted a group of 18 grandmothers of disorderly conduct for staging a rally against the Iraq war outside a military recruiting centre.
The defendants, known as the "Granny Peace Brigade", were arrested in October and charged on two counts.

The courtroom burst into cheers and applause as the judge gave his verdict.

The group's co-founder said it was "encouraging to know you can still protest legally" in the US and said more demonstrations were being planned.

Joan Wile also said she hoped the case would motivate other senior citizens who might otherwise believe they were too old to take part in demonstrations.

"I think we've shown them that it is not over and that they still have an important role to play in life," she said.


WHOLE ARTICLE: NEWS.BBC

IN DEEP

The video FOR LAST NIGHT A DJ SAVED MY LIFE. The'yre clearly lipsynching, but the girls are so effervescent and it's bizarre to see the early 80's partiers in padded shouldered, permed secretary drag complete with pearls. And is that white guy really the black-sounding rapper who rhymed the classic:

"There's not a problem that I can't fix
Cuz I can do it in the mix."

He sure fooled me! And I forgot about that toilet flush sound effect!

WATCH IT: YOUTUBE

BUNNY ON JACKIE

Quit vomiting! Not in bed! She topped me! Actually, I interviewed that wacky Jackie Beat for the latest issue of MY COMRADE 'zine, which is rumored to be one of the funniest issue ever! That wouldn't be hard. But publisher/editrix Linda Simpson's face would be! Hard, that is. Just warming up, folks! The new issue features features on or by burlesque star Dirty Martini, Project Runway's Austin Scarlett, latino lesbo comedienne Margo Gomez, Mike Albo, Xavier, Milan, Sweetie, Eddie Murphy, Lynne Cheney and even smutty pix of donkey-dicked studmuffin Tommy Hottpants!

I got to interview Jackie, and Linda offered to let me reprint the entire chit-chat as a teaser for you to buy the rags if I tell you where they are sold. Now naturally, it's one helluva teaser, since my interview with Jackie is by far the best thing in the issue. KIDDING! Actually, the lay-out is better than ever (interpret as you wish) and even features a Barbara Patterson Lloyd "fashion" spread! Can someone tell me why someone at VOGUE didn't think of that?



WHERE TO BUY (CLICK PIC TO ENLARGE IF NECESSARY) YOU'VE SEEN LINDA'S WIGS--URGENT: PLEASE BUY AN ISSUE OR TWO!




THE INTERVIEW, REPRINTED WITH PERMISSION (FOR A CHANGE) FROM MY COMRADE

Hollywood comedy gal Jackie Beat chats about fame and all its trimmings

By My Comrade newshound Lady Bunny

Lady Bunny: Which show-biz personalities have influenced you the most besides your obvious look-a-like silent-film star Wallace Beery?

Jackie Beat: Leave it to dusty old Bunny to make a joke about an obscure cross-dressing actor that no one under the age of 70 remembers.

LB: You don't remember your own son?



JB: My influences fall into two categories. There are the genius comedians like SCTV's Andrea Martin and Martin Short. Or as I like to call them to save time, Andrea Martin Short. And then there are over-the-top, theatrical rock bands like KISS. I'm very proud of the fact that I wear more makeup than all four members combined.

LB: As a child, what celebrities did you worship? Satan doesn't count.

JB: Again, Bunny, hilarious. But why are you knocking Satan? He's not responsible for your birth defects, your chain-smoking, Chablis-guzzling mother is. But to answer your question, I was obsessed with Carol Burnett and Mary Tyler Moore. I used to sit in my parents king-size bed with my mom and watch TV every Saturday night. And when the Miss America Pageant was on? You better just make some popcorn and shut up! And pass mommy her filterless Pall Malls, would ya?

LB: I see, so your chain-smoking, Chablis-guzzling crack about my Mom was actually you trying to deal with your own tragic background. Were there any happy times, Jackie? I know that enduring prolonged trauma can wipe out a lot of memories just like the way you wiped away the residue of 20 hot dogs from your asshole this morning.

JB: Well, I never! I won't even dignify that revolting scenario with one of my award-winning, hilarious comebacks! No, there were no happy times. I guess you could say that my childhood was just like the audience at one of your shows--miserable!

LB: Please continue.

JB: Not to get maudlin, but as a little gay boy I never really saw a future for myself. I never saw anyone like me in the movies or on TV. So I couldn't imagine myself growing up and having a career or a companion or anything. When a kid can't picture any kind of future it is sheer hopelessness. It's similar to gang members in the inner city. How can they care about something they can't envision?

LB: Yeah but unlike you, the gang kids are cute.

JB: I am so glad that things have changed for gay kids. I guess I just desperately wanted to be a normal person when I grew up. Thank God that was not in the cards. I look at the boring-ass people I went to high-school with and they're all on their third marriages with hideous, hateful kids. Ugh. Thank God I was, and still am, a total freak!

LB: As a little girl, I was hot for Lassie, until it shaved itself and began billing itself as Linda Simpson. Did you have any childhood or teenage crushes on stars or musicians?

JB: Believe it or not, Valerie Bertinelli, who played Barbara Romano on One Day At A Time. I wrote her a fan letter asking for an autographed picture and just to make sure she sent one I lied and told her I had leukemia. And I got one. Moral of the story? Lying works!

LB: Have you ever met someone and been completely star-struck?

JB: When Parker Posey brought Liza Minnelli to my holiday show, it took everything I had within me to keep it together. As far as I'm concerned, Liza coming to a drag queen's show is like a minister walking out to give his Sunday-morning sermon and seeing Jesus sitting in the front row!

LB: Have you ever has a sexual encounter with a celebrity? Rimming Alex Arquette and ChiChi LaRue don't count.

JB: Well, I'm kind of like today's teens in the fact that I don't really consider oral sex to be sex, you know? And besides, do most people really consider Colin Farrell a celebrity? So I guess the answer is no. Oh wait! I fisted Betty White once. I always forget 'cause she turned me onto angel dust and I was sooooo fucked up.

LB: Jackie, that was me. I always introduce myself as Betty White when I'm on dust. Speaking of Betty, are you a fan of old Hollywood?

JB: Sunset Boulevard is one of my favorite movies. Gloria Swanson plays what I call a vulnerable monster.You hate her, you love her. She's brutal, she's tender. She's an abuser, she's a victim. I can relate because I feel Jackie Beat is also a character of such extremes. Jackie has two settings: God's Gift and Piece of Shit.

LB: Better check the Jackie-ometer--I think it's stuck on the latter. So do you think that a celebrity can be openly gay nowadays without having to worry about career repercussions?

JB: No. This is proven by the number of huge stars that are still closeted. Do you have any idea the amount of money riding on their fame? They're like small countries when you consider how many people make a living off of them. Each one has an army to protect its borders and its riches in other words, the star's reputation and public persona. Those armies can shut people up, make stories disappear, etc. It's all very evil. One word, honey: Scientology.

LB: I was going to join Scientology, but I went with Kabbalah. That's why I'm wearing a red string around my third testicle. Is there any celebrity you especially admire for being openly gay?

JB: Anyone who is out has my respect. Isn't it strange that it's considered courageous and downright revolutionary for famous people to actually be honest about who they are and who they love and to value themselves and their lives more than some job? I mean, this is it, people! Can you imagine lying there on your deathbed, taking your very last breath and thinking, My whole life was a fucking lie!

LB: Hmmm, unlike your fat ass on your deathbed, taking your very last bite and thinking, My whole life was a fucking PIE! Okay, let's wind things up with your take on some of today's top stars. How about Lindsay Lohan?

JB: She got rid of everything that made her special! Her curvy body now has that Hollywood concentration-camp look. She went from being a modern-day Ann-Margaret to just another starving bimbo who looks like she'd snap in two if you fucked her.

LB: Beyonce.

JB: Stunning and talented. I mean, if I say otherwise then I'm a racist, right? Seriously, she's gorgeous. But black.

LB: Jessica Simpson.

JB: This is going to sound harsh, but she should be executed.

LB: Jennifer Aniston.

JB: She's like toast. It's okay, but does anyone really crave it or love it? No. It's just there and when you eat it you say, "This is toast."

LB: Angelina Jolie.

JB: She is so beautiful it borders on inhuman. I imagine her pussy smells like magnolia. She may very well be a hybrid--part human, part alien. They're everywhere here in Hollywood. Little Dakota Fanning is one, I'm sure of it.


HEY! WHY NOT CHECK OUT:

JACKIE'S NEW SITE: JACKIEBEATRULES

MY COMRADE'S OLD SITE: MYCOMRADE.COM

DINA MARTINA IN NYC

3 days left to see this truly demented diva in her solo show. She electrified Wigstock crowds last year and after reading this TIME OUT NY interview, I think you will agree she is a mess who should not be missed! So get your tickets for her SEDENTARY LADY today!

This week marks the long-expected—or is it dreaded?—return engagement of Dina Martina, the perpetually upbeat entertainer whose performances land halfway between trailer-park variety show and Vegas Strip car crash. Encased in form-fitting outfits, the exuberant Ms. Martina (a.k.a. Seattle-based Grady West) eschews the finger-snapping attitude favored by our homegrown talent, and never lets pitch and key get in the way of a good time. She was kind enough to take a break from her busy rehearsal schedule to answer TONY’s questions.

Time Out New York: Tell me a bit about your background. Where did you grow up?

Dina Martina: I was born in the Appalachians, in North Carolina. My father passed away in childbirth, and shortly after that my mother took me to Las Vegas, because she had always wanted to be a compulsive gambler. We were very poor, and my earliest memories are standing outside the casinos, selling juice and cotton balls. When I’d run out of those things, I’d start singing.

TONY: When did you make your showbiz debut?

DM: My mother entered me into the Young Miss Las Vegas Pageant when I was four, and during the talent competition I sang a lovely piece by Beethoven. I won the title, and things really took off from there. I did a lot of cereal and shampoo commercials. I was the Johnson’s Thumbtacks Girl. When I was 18, I modeled for a while—mostly for the braille edition of Vogue.

READ WHOLE INTERVIEW: TIMEOUT

LEAR VS LEPORE, GURL!

AKA DUELLING A-MAN-DAS!


Drats! I couldn't make it to THE QUEEN OF CHINATOOOOWN's art show opening, but thankfully Michael Lucas could, and he snapped several pix of the still lovely legend. SHE just snapped...when some fool reportedly came up to her and said "My dad took me to see your show when I was a kid!". Her painting is incredible--on her face, that is. Ain't so sure about them pitchers she done made but I'm no art connoise--in fact I can't even spell it! Here's one pic, but for more check out LUCASBLOG.COM



If you require even more of this rare bird and her paintings and exquisite album covers. Amanda also has her own site which has oodle of glam pix like this one:



AMANDALEAR.TRIPOD.COM


In other tranny superstar news, Amanda LePore's dolls were successfully launched at NYC luxury store Jeffrey recently. A doll modelled after a transsexual is quite the breakthrough, since Lady LePore holds the unique distinction of being the first inspiration for a doll whose face and body contain more plastic than her replica! One doll features the David Barton Gym Workout look, and it's been confirmed that Amanda is not only a longtime member of said gym, but THAT SHE WALKS THE TREADMILL IN HIGH HEELS!



Amanda also has a new perfume out, and I'm so thrilled. That juice she used to strain from tuna cans and dab behind her ears to pass more effectively wasn't my cup of tea. But I'm there's a little something fishy about her new LaChappelle-backed scent, too! It's called VIRGIN JUICE!

WOMEN BEWARE!

Please pass this on to any woman you care about ...

A new scam is being pulled on women mainly in broad daylight.


What happens is that when the intended victim stops at a traffic light, an almost NUDE, good looking, tanned, muscled young man comes up to her car and pretends to wash the windshield. While he is doing this, another young, handsome athletic man opens the back door of the car, jumps in and insists the woman drive off with him to some lonely spot, where he has his way with her. They are very good at this.



They got me three times Friday and five times Saturday.
..................... I couldn't find them on Sunday

DEAR MR LENO

A few weeks ago, I posted the (by now) well-known letter from Avenue Q playwright Jeff Whitty to Jay Leno. I didn't necessarily agree with all of it, but as gays were delighted with attaining the rights to roll Easter eggs on the White House lawn while their other rights are being stripped away, it really did strike me that Jay's frequent gay jokes were permitted because we are bona fide second class citizens. I don't think Jay would have the courage to attack blacks or jews or cripples in the same way. I don't watch Leno, but I do have a fairly sick sense of humor which extends to even taboo or un PC subjects and definitely make a lot of gay jokes in my own act. (Or does that fall under the safety net of if you are black or gay or jewish or crippled, you can read your own community?) But Whitty definitely has a point. Gays are getting beat up for being gay. So is Jay sending a message that as objects of humor/derision, this treatment is ok? How frequent are his gay jokes? Here's Whitty's letter and Jackie Beat's contrasting view from her blog. Both are well-written and both are fiery. What do you think???

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Dear Mr. Leno,

My name is Jeff Whitty. I live in New York City. I'm a playwright and the author of "Avenue Q", which is a musical currently running on Broadway.

I've been watching your show a bit, and I'd like to make an observation:

When you think of gay people, it's funny. They're funny folks. They wear leather. They like Judy Garland. They like disco music. They're sort of like Stepin Fetchit as channeled by Richard Simmons.

Gay people, to you, are great material.

Mr. Leno, let me share with you my view of gay people:

When I think of gay people, I think of the gay news anchor who took a tire iron to the head several times when he was vacationing in St. Maarten's. I think of my friend who was visiting Hamburger Mary's, a gay restaurant in Las Vegas, when a bigot threw a smoke bomb filled with toxic chemicals into the restaurant, leaving the staff and gay clientele coughing, puking, and running in terror. I think of visiting my gay friends at their house in the country, sitting outside for dinner, and hearing, within hundreds of feet of where we sat, taunting voices yelling "Faggots." I think of hugging my boyfriend goodbye for the day on 8th Avenue in Manhattan, and being mocked and taunted by passing high school students.

When I think of gay people, I think of suicide. I think of a countless list of people who took their own lives because the world was so toxically hostile to them. Because of the deathly climate of the closet, we will never be able to count them. You think gay people are great material. I think of a silent holocaust that continues to this day. I think of a silent holocaust that is perpetuated by people like you, who seek to minimize us and make fun of us and who I suspect really, fundamentally wish we would just go away.

When I think of gay people, I think of a brave group that has made tremendous contributions to society, in arts, letters, science, philosophy, and politics. I think of some of the most hilarious people I know. I think of a group that has served as a cultural guardian for an ungrateful and ignorant America.

I think of a group of people who have undergone a brave act of inventing themselves. Every single out-of-the-closet gay person has had to say, "I am not part of mainstream society." Mr. Leno, that takes bigger balls than stepping out in front of TV-watching America every night. I daresay I suspect it takes bigger balls to come out of the closet than any thing you have ever done in your life.

I know you know gay people, Mr. Leno. Are they just jokes to you, to be snickered at behind their backs? Despite the angry tenor of my letter, I suspect you're a better man than that. I don't bother writing letters to the "God Hates Fags" people, or Donald Wildmon, or the Pope. But I think you can do better. I know it's "The Tonight Show," not a White House press conference, but you reach a lot of people.

I caught your show when you had a tired mockery of "Brokeback Mountain," involving something about a horse done up in what you consider a "gay" way. Man, that's dated. I turned the television off and felt pretty fucking depressed. And now I understand your gay-baiting jokes have continued.

Mr. Leno, I have a sense of humor. It's my livelihood. And being gay has many hilarious aspects to it -- none of which, I suspect, you understand. I'm tired of people like you. When I think of gay people, I think of centuries of suffering. I think of really, really good people who've been gravely mistreated for a long time now.

You've got to cut it out, Jay.

Sincerely,


Jeff Whitty
New York, NY


JACKIE BEAT'S RESPONSE FROM HER BLOG ON JACKIEBEATRULES.COM


Dear Mr. Whitty,

Anyone who thinks that Jay Leno or The Tonight Show is in any way responsible for violence against gay people is just plain reaching.

Homophobes are looking for any reason to express their ignorance and hatred. Should the film “Brokeback Mountain” not have been released simply because it’s very existence could possibly inflame more anger or incite more violence?

Gay people have fought to be accepted and I for one am happy that we are so mainstream now that we’re “fair game” when it comes to comedy. Jay Leno is personally responsible for the fact that millions of people now welcome a young gay man into their living rooms on a regular basis. Does that man talk about gay rights and gay marriage and his personal life? No. He’s too busy doing his job — making people laugh — WITH him, not AT him. And to those few who may indeed be laughing AT him, nothing is going to change their closed minds. Not all the assimilation and butching-it-up and “See?-We’re-just-like-you!” in the world. When you attend Gay Pride are you embarrassed by the drag queens and the leather daddies because they are somehow fanning the flames of homophobia? “If they would only tone it down and stop making it so hard for the rest of us.”

You claim that when Mr. Leno thinks of gay people, it’s funny. Could that possibly be because he is a comedian? When Mr. Leno (or more accurately, his writers) thinks of anyone or anything, it’s funny. Images of people being brutalized have no place within a comedic monologue. That, unfortunately, would undermine the comedy. Mr. Leno also thinks that Women, Blacks, Teenagers, Asians, Celebrities, Latinos, Stupid Criminals, Old White Politicians, Lousy Proofreaders and even Our President, are funny. He does not feel the need to include serious commentary on sex discrimination, abortion, spousal abuse, hate crimes, slavery, racism, classism, etc. Since he does not balance his comedy with the complex reality of social issues, does that mean gay people are completely off-limits to him?

Why is it okay for gay people to cash in on stereotypes (Queer Eye’s fab five sashaying into some clueless breeder’s tacky apartment and giving it a gay makeover), but the moment someone we assume to be straight does it, we start crying homophobia? Would it be different if Jay Leno was gay? Bisexual? Experimented in college? Where is that line, exactly?

Black comedians do impersonations of boring white guys who can’t dance with nerdy newscaster voices. Women and gay stand-ups make fun of straight men all the time. Does Jay Leno write them letters? Nope. And I won’t even get into the fact that Christian bashing (of which I admit I’m guilty, they make it so easy, the jokes just write themselves!) is prevalent and unchecked among most left-wing comedians. It’s okay to make fun of them because they’re stupid and wrong, right?

Be honest, are you totally comfortable with everything that comes out of Margaret Cho’s mouth? Is comedy about being comfortable or about pushing the envelope? Why is Ms. Cho’s material not only acceptable, but lauded, while the similarly foul-mouthed shock comic Andrew “Dice” Clay was practically burned at the stake? Perhaps it is because Clay did not make it crystal clear that he was a character who was playing devil’s advocate. Margaret Cho is NOT a gay man, but I can laugh at her gay jokes, impersonations of drag queens and even when she says that England is where white people go to begin the whitening process. Or something like that — I was laughing too hard to get every word.

The truth is, you cannot please everyone. There will always be someone who will be offended. “This is too gay. This is not gay enough. This does not represent me.” When you attempt to please everyone, you please no one. I heard many people complaining that “Transamerica” was not an accurate portrayal of M to F transsexuals. Guess what? It is only ONE story. AND it’s a fictional movie, not a documentary.

Why do people get so up in arms when we have the audacity to actually admit that people are different? News flash: Gay people are different than straight people, AND THANK GOD! That does not mean we are aliens or monsters. It simply means that we are different, just like Blacks and Latinos and Asians and Whites are different from each other. There is a time and a place to celebrate and focus on what makes us all alike and a time and a place to celebrate (yes, celebrate!) what makes us all different.

Several of the new gay networks have approached myself and/or friends of mine to develop Saturday Night Live-style sketch comedy shows. After submitting outlines we have actually been told that they do not like our “tone” — that our style is too edgy and too mean-spirited. Hello? And speaking of SNL, I adore their “Gays In Space” sketch — overflowing with lisping, snapping, mincing, crotch-obsessed queens. To me, the joke is that any genre can easily be “fabulized” and made gay. Personally, I am more offended by GLAAD favorites “Will & Grace” (and it’s supposedly all-straight cast) and “Queer As Folk.” They’re not my cup of pee, but I can stand back and say, “Go on with your bad (writing) self!”

My point is this: Stereotypes and broad strokes have always — and will always — have a place in comedy. In our overly-PC world, we have become so hypersensitive that the arts and especially comedy have become safe and boring. Thank God the pendulum always swings back and we get in-your-face bitches like Lisa Lampanelli and tell-it-like-it-is geniuses like Dave Chappelle. To paraphrase Justice Potter Stewart’s infamous quote regarding obscenity, “I may not know the definition of homophobia, but I know it when I see it!”

Sorry, but I just don’t see it when I watch Jay Leno.

Sincerely,
Jackie Beat
Los Angeles, CA

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Johnathon sent me this from Jeannette Walls' MSNBC gossip column!


How the Top Gun's image has fallen. Tom Cruise, who was once known as Cruise Control for the tight control he had over his image, is now the subject of ridicule by a drag queen who tours college campuses. Vaginal Davis, who has been described as a "tall, muscular African-American drag queen" made Cruise the butt of jokes at a recent Gay Pride Week performance at Ohio University. "Davis mocked the Hollywood star for his pretentious attitude toward psychiatry and prescription drugs (fueled by Scientology)," as well as made cracks about Cruise's sexuality, reports student newspaper The Athens News. Davis also featured a photo montage entitled "Tom Cruise Loves Women." "Does this mean Mr. Cruise will call up his famous pit bull lawyer Bert Fields to come in and take down the drag queen?" asked Rick Ross of Cultnews.com. "Scientology's 'Top Gun' has gone from Hollywood's leading man to the punch line of party jokes."

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SHE CAME FROM PLANET CLAIRE!

I have always marvelled at what transsexuals will go through to "pass" as women. Of course, there are back alley butchers who allegedly perform everything from heel-chopping to small toe-chopping so that the "girls" can cram their Cinderfella hooves into real women's size slippers. At one point, there was a popular "doctor" who set up shop in a van on NYC West Side Highway and gave the trannies shot of silicone. There have always been questions about the safety of silicone. There were lawsuits several years ago from real women who developed health complications when their silicone breast leaked, but the trannies aren't even using bags. They shoot the silicone diredtly into the chin, ass, lips, tits, wherever, without fear for their safety. It's kind of like "ME MUST BE FISH NOW" to either look luscious enough to turn tricks or win that pageant or whatever. In the South, even men who don't do drag get silicon injections.

Now Restylane and safer, permanent fillers have been developed. But that doesn't stop the great length to which these girls who feel they were born in the body of the wrong sex will go to. I know on TS hooker who has had her brow bone reduced. The doctor peels back her skin from her forehead and literally shaves down the bone. She said she had to be anaesthetized for 3 days because the pain is so intense that if she were to wake up, a heart attack from the intense pain would be likely. And she's been through this twice!

Now I'm going to give you "girls" a little tip. Even if you aren't attractive, most faces are naturally proportioned. So you can't always change one thing only. A nose job, which I hope to get one day, is a perfect example. If you are getting your schnoz chopped to feminize your face, please be aware that against your newly petite button nose, your jaw and browbone, two tell-tale symptons of masculinity, are going to appear larger. So you may wanna consider having them shaved as well, or you may end up looking like Tranny From The Black Lagoon, very amphibian. The article below, from the always informative SF.GATE.COM, details the procedure with before and after pix. What gags me is that some trannies who go from straight-identified men to sex-changes never develop a fag's sense of what flatters them. Hence this TS's maquillage, whose thin lips look even thinner painted as a dark, red razor-lipped gash.

I'm aware that red lipstick is perceived as the ultimate in sexy, but if your lips are thin (as mine are) opt for lighter corals, pinks, plums and frosts to plump them, honey! And I don't know the particular situation of this guinea pig, but it strikes me as odd that she would have every bone in her face broken and not take enough hormones to soften that muscular arm of "hers"! Or at least wear a long-sleeved blouse to conceal a grisly arm instead of showcasing them in a wife-beater, for chrissakes! Oh well, I guess working the pool makes girlfriend feel "fish".




FACING FACTS (from SFGATE.COM)

Claire Roberts had tried plastic surgery: two nose jobs, plus a surgical procedure in which her jawbone was shaved down to create a softer contour.

But nothing really worked. A transsexual who decided late in life to transition to female gender, Roberts went to San Francisco plastic surgeon Douglas Ousterhout last fall and requested a new face. She wanted to "pass," which in her case meant altering a Governator jaw, a large nose and a low, protruding brow line that "made me feel about as feminine as one of the females in 'Planet of the Apes.'

"I felt like I could not shift over to a full-time gender position until my face -- my identity -- was correct," explains Roberts. The 59-year-old Seattle musician and retired business executive is 6 feet tall and has a 25-year-old son. He found out about Ousterhout's innovative facial feminization surgery online and decided to take the leap. The results, five months later, are dramatic: instead of the receding hairline, lantern jaw and (actor) Geoffrey Rush profile, Roberts is a perfectly plausible female.

WHOLE ARTICLE: SFGATE.COM


Oh, and can I just interject here that I love Jane Fonda, and have loved both of her recent appearances on Larry King even though she shied away from politcs cuz she's hawking a book? But she was also denouncing plastic surgery, which she admits to having had performed. A breast augmentation, I think. Honey, that's a lot easier for you to say. You're one of the silver screens most alluring sex bombs with a perfectly upturned button nose and classic all-American beauty rose facial features. Not all of us are born that way, sweets. Jane made the point a la Pink in STUPID GIRLS, that many of today's stars are cookie cutter versions with the same nose whittle, injected lips, blue-white teeth and botoxed wrinkles. Teenage girls are routinely being given boob jobs for graduation presents nowadays and Lady Kier just met a beautiful young male fan who was obsessed with all the surgeries he "needed" to look perfect. He piched half an inch of fat on his stomach and said "LIPOSUCTION". There's no doubt that all of the current rash plastic surgery how-to shows are taking effect, where they serve as a regularly-aired infomercial for the procedures. But some of my favorite faces (Barbara Eden, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Jackie Stallone--kidding about that last one!) have been created with a surgeon's knife, so I'm not ready to write it off yet Jane , particularly for those of us who are in sow business! And it's easy for you to slam plastic surgery AFTER you've had yours, Hanoi Jane!

RANDI ON FIRE!

Maybe Bush will be impeached, if California, Illinois and Vermont have their way. "A little know parliamentary procedure established by Thomas Jefferson allows for the States to trigger impeachment proceedings in the US House", claimes Randi Rhodes website, and this was her main topic of discussion on yesterday's brilliant AIR AMERICA broadcast, as well as today's. Every public democrat with a brain--I'm guessing 10, tops?--is milking the gas prices for all it's worth. They have doubled since Bush ran against Gore. Yesterday, Nancy Pelosi linked the higher prices to that fact that the pres and VP were oil men, and the oil companies' record profits had coincided with the price hikes. We should all have made that connection and Nancy should have stated it years ago.

What I did not know was Randi's claim that while Bush claims we need to cut oil consumption, he actually gave this tax break to anyone who bought a $75,000 SUV, enabling purchasers to write off THE ENTIRE COST of the vehicles if they have any sort of home office. This does not apply to the slightly smaller SUVs which might get 20 miles per gallon, ONLY TO THE HUGE ONES WHICH GET 15 MPG! If you are still smarting from your IRS payment, here's a little salt for your wounds: YOUR TAXES PAID FOR SOME LAWYER'S OR ACCOUNTANT'S SUV. And no SUV is gonna cure of us of "addiction to oil." Quite the opposite.

Randi also played a soundclip of a Tennessee Congresswoman who was interviewed on Chris Matthew's HARD BALL fill-in moderator. When Miss Tennessee began blaming the oil crisis on environmental wackos, the fill-in interrupted her with "Don't give me the talking points.", because one of the Republican talking points which Randi also subscribes to, is blame the oil prices on environmentalists. Yeah! "Fault the people who want their kids to be able to take a clean breath of air when they are forty.", ranted Randi yesterday. (I'm quoting from memory.) And sure enough, it's not just a talking point. Bush's answer to oil prices? Ease clean air restrictions. YAHOONEWS I tell ya, Randi is on a roll and I challenge you to give her a listen today at 3-7 Eastern time either online at AIRAMERICA on on your local radio station and not wanna cry out against the injustice that we call government. This super-smart, truth-talking firebrand's career is gathering momentum and it's been a thrill to see her on CNN several times recently. (Though I'm not sure about the red eyeshadow, gurl.) But nothing touches her live shows, when she doesn't have to be chopped into soundbites and can read Republican scum to filth for hours. Well, in between those nutty Ovaltine commercials, that is.

"TWIN GATE SPINGATE"

Though I 'm sick of every insignificant scandal being suffixed with "gate", this one delights me. The Bush twins take an early morning spinning class. The instructor wasn't aware of their presence and mocked their dumb-ass daddy while passing out a free dvd of Bush's "misspeaks" to all of his students. He even quoted Bush's genius “Too many OB-GYNs aren’t able to practice their, their love with women all across this country.” in front of the class. Morning, twins! Your dad is a punchline, not a leader!The real shocker? That those two drunks were up at 6:00AM, when they are usually spinning out of control! Or so I'd like to believe, anyway. Makes me feel much better that I'm spreading gossip while avoiding exercise this morning! I sacrifice so much for you, dear readers.

WHOLE STORY HERE: HUFFPO

BUNNY MEETS BOLLYWOOD

FX turned me on to this cute site where you can caption your own Bollywood clips to make subtitle film shorts in Hindi. Here's mine:

GRAPHEINE

Oh, and here's the sequel by HEAVENSCHOSEN: GRAPHEINE

But I think JOHNBOY's might be the most poignant: GRAPHEINE

Oh, and here's BOMBAY MOUNTAIN by CHRISTOPHER (from MYSPACE): GRAPHEINE

NICK AND VAL

I saw two of my favorite songwriters, Ashford and Simpson, do their thing on Saturday night at Queens University's Colden Center--yeah, I hadn't ever heard of the place either! This duo has brought so much joy into our lives through their genius hits like Diana Ross's AIN'T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGH and every track on her sensational THE BOSS album, as well as other hits like Gladys Knight's drag lip-synch classic I WILL FIGHT, which I assure you, if you grew up down south, you've pulled out many tip dollars out for whichever queen was mopping the floor with it. Nick and Val's biggest chart position as recording artists was the early 80's SOLID, but for the true A & S fans it was their funky, sophisticated disco for which they'll be remembered. FOUND A CURE, DON'T COST YOU NOTHIN', IT SEEMS TO HANG ON, GET UP AND DO SOMETHIN', STREET CORNER, HIGH RISE, the sublime slow-cooker RUSHIN' an my all time fav LOVE DON'T ALWAYS MAKE IT RIGHT. They threw enough of these in their set to satisfy. And they opened with an overture of BOURGIE BOURGIE, which A & S released as an instrumental. I guess they wrote the lyrics in for Gladys Knight later:

"Never have to work too hard.
Your face is your credit card."

Click this link to here samples of Ashford and Simpson-penned gems for Gladys, including TASTE OF BITTER LOVE wrote and produced this gold), I WILL FIGHT and BOURGIE BOURGIE: AMAZON.COM

Their concert took a little autobiographical turn, as they strutted down memory lane looking damn good for 60! I didn't even know that their first hit was LET'S GO GET STONED, recorded by Ray Charles. And Nick was homeless when he met Val. The two became staff writers for Motown, and penned Marvin Gaye/Tammi Terrell chestnuts like AIN'T NOTHIN LIKE THE REAL THING and YOUR PRECIOUS LOVE as well as many of Diane Ross's early solo material like her signature masterpiece REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEBODY'S HAND. Somehow--probably due in part to Valerie's church-trained piano-playing skills, their chords changes completely captured the late 60's/early 70's era and provided a spell-binding backdrop for Diana's voice on tracks like SURRENDER, REMEMBER ME, IF YOU SEE HIM, and the most fantastic version of the FOUR TOPS' REACH OUT, I'LL BE THERE that I've ever heard. I don't think I've ever listened to this without crying a little. (Great review for this rare album here: MYSITE This album's rare, but on one country's cover (japanese?) Miss Ross is wearing an afro, upper and lower spiky lashes and light blue liner in the eye's rim! Exquisite!)



The two songwriters didn't hesitate to boost Diana's nasal voice with gospel choirs and wild orchestrations, and rumor has it that they tricked her when recording THE BOSS, which they also produced with the finest studio musicians on earth. I've re-wound sections of these songs over and over in disbelief of how the instruments come together. Having finished the main lead tracks, apparently they coaxed her into recording a looser, more energetic take "just for fun." Diana, always wanting to be the lady, resisted, but they finally got their way and included bits of Diana "going off." The result is all those "whoo hoo hoo hoo's" you here her doing in THE BOSS's break. If you don't have this album, BUY IT NOW! The real ki-ki back in the day was the 12" mix of NO ONE GETS THE PRIZE which segued into THE BOSS. Honey, the queens went nuts to that one! But the album also features the very Diana IT'S MY HOUSE, the underrated ONCE IN THE MORNING (which HRH Princess Diandra used to synch at Boybar) and I AIN'T BEEN LICKED, a comeback song which starts off with the words:

"Roll down the gangway so they'll see that it's me.
I know you wondered about my recovery."

You gotta love any reference to a gangway! Lyrics are one of Nick and Val's specialties, and Val revealed that Nick had written the lyrics to I'M EVERY WOMAN, a hit for Chaka, Whitney and now Oprah's theme song. Now how would Nick know so much about being a woman? Don't you answer that! Nick's voice is noticeably weaker, but one bitter queen I went with said that his voice never was that good back in the day and that Valerie always carried their live shows. I have no idea, but he is still working those inexplicable fashions (pants with a drape-y side skirt?) of his with that dated, jheri-dripping weave. But, honey, I don't look for style tips from Aretha or these two. They were blessed with SO much in one department, as far as I'm concerned, they don't really need too much in ANY other department. And if you really wanna hear a rare gem written and produced by them, hunt for BAD COMPANY on Ullandah McCullough's 1981 solo album. This was a disco-era project which they wrote and produced for one of their back-up singers who had much stronger pipes than Diana.Excellent if you can find it. On WARM AND GENTLE EXPLOSION, Nick almost seems to be able to write about experiencing a woman's orgasm himself...But after all the joking about his effeminacy and hair and costumes, I honestly can't say that I think Nick's gay. I don't care if he is, but after this concert, I realized that Valerie is such a cute and sassy spitfire, I can't imagine a together lady like her sticking with a gay husband, especially since they aren't really making records anymore and times are so much more open these days. (The program used a 20 year-old pic!) Who would care if he came out now? I just wonder if that was him pulling up in the white Lincoln with plates that said "Dr. Butch"? Or what if it was her?

JURY DOODY

Here's a tip for ya: if you ever get picked for grand jury duty in NYC, DO ANYTHING TO GET OUT OF IT. After kvetching in Sunday's PIER PRESSURE rant about how we've all got to get involved to ensure that our voices are heard fro within the system, I'm eating my words as I prepare for the second day of 1 month of grand jury duty. Let's just hope it's a hung jury! With grand jury, you don't actually hear trials, but you hear many pre-trials for ONE MONTH to determine if the prosecutor has enough evidence to go to trial. So there is no hope of getting off early should a verdict be reached quickly. Actually, our first case today was fairly interesting, but I'm sworn to secrecy. (Hint: it did NOT involve stains on a settee left by Linda Simpson's bleeding hemmorhoids at the venue where the MY COMRADE soiree was held last week.) I think I can disclose that the warden was tickled pink when she recognized a TV star from some home improvement show amongst my fellow jurors. The one plus about grand jury duty is that once you've served your four weeks, you don't get summoned again for 8 years. Why I'll be out of school by then and probably married! And you get a whopping $40 per day. And hell, it's my first time serving and I've lived in NYC over 20 years! I wore a "YOU MESS WITH ME, YOU MESS WITH THE WHOLE TRAILER PARK" t-shirt today. Today, let's see how they like the US government seal with EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG worked into it.

A kook from the Pyramid club had a novel approach to never getting summoned to serve. Kennon B. Raines, a poetess who migrated to NYC along with the Atlanta posse which included Larry Tee, Lahoma Van Zandt, RuPaul, FFloyd, Lurleen, Beme Seed, Lady Pecan and more, showed up for jury selection dressed as a homeless woman. (RuPaul lent her the dress.) Kennon rubbed dirt all over her face and for added authenticity, dumped a beer on her head prior to entering the courthouse. When they told her that she wasn't needed, she pitched a fit and started screaming "They said I was gonna make $8 a day. I want my $8!" Needless to say, they didn't ever summon Miss Kennon again.

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So I wonder why these non-selling celebs aren't selling? Are they just so "hot" that burger chains and perfume manufacturers think "Let's hitch up to their wagons while they're hot?" Or do advertisers not determine that they're hot until the public's actually sick of them? I mean Anna Nicole DID lose a lot of weight after everyone in the nation saw her well-publicized reality show in which she was much heavier. Maybe people just don't believe that it was Trim Spa that slimmed her down--and it probably wasn't. Unless the diet was combined with personal trainers, chefs, etc. But my real question is even if you worship Paris or Britney or Kate, do you love them so much that you'll buy whatever product they endorse? I don't care if who endorses it or how cool the theme song is or even if I think the commercial is a laugh, I buy the products I need and have sense enough to know which ones they are. So until Paris is endorsing Depends TM diapers or gerbil feed....

WARNING: VAGINAL DAVIS APPROACHING

LA's FINEST SCUM: VAGINAL DAVIS AND RON ATHEY



She's coming to town, yall! With her crew of LA freaks to titillate and mystify. Including a recreation of her hit 1920's-inspred club night Bricktops, which was a smash in LA. If you aren't familiar with her from her demented shrimping rendition of Prince's CHERRIES IN THE SNOW, you may have caught her on Armistead Maupin's TALES OF THE CITY. Check out her site at

Or all these upcoming NYC dates with Ron Athey and Franko B, the most glittering, unmissable one may be Bricktops, named after Vaginals' rough brickish face and the type of "top men" she seeks to plunge her nightly.


WHERE ART AND LIFE COLLIDE:
RON ATHEY
FRANKO B
VAGINAL DAVIS
April 28 May 5, 2006

From April 28 through May 5 2006, Ron Athey, Franko B, and Vaginal Davis
come to New York for a series of premiere performances, lectures and events
focusing on the unique way in which the work of all three artists challenges
the separation between art and life.

In modern societies, the power of private experience is often filtered
through the norms of social convention and the repression of difference. Ron
Athey, Franko B, and Vaginal Davis challenge these constraints, sharing a
commitment to artistic practices which transcend the boundaries of career,
or marketplace and move into the space of life, orwho they are. All
three artists consider themselves marginalized for reasons ranging from
race, to class, to sexuality, and have subsequently used their involvement
in subcultural movements to develop and propel their work. As an integral
part of their performance work, Ron Athey, Franko B, and Vaginal Davis all
subject themselves to physical, cultural, and psychological challenges as a
means to transform the conditions of the present, thus their work is able to
function simultaneously as exorcism and an opportunity for healing.



Performances:

Monday, May 1, 5:00-10:00 PM
Ron Athey will premiere "Incorruptible Flesh: Dissociative Sparkle", a
durational performance.
Artists Space, 38 Greene Street, ($10)

Tuesday, May 2, 4:00 PM-Midnight
Franko B will present his first ever performance in the U.S.
“Aktion 893: Why are you here?
One-to-one personal performances with the artist by appointment
(212-254-4334).
Participant Inc., 95 Rivington Street, ($10)

Thursday, May 4, 10:00 PM
Vaginal Davis will host a one night only revival of this 1920's themed
showstopper extravaganza of old-timey glamour as Bricktops Takes
Manhattan with salons, shacks and speakeasy installations built by Future
Art Stars from the NYU Department of Art and Art Professions in
collaboration with Obie and Bessie award winning set designer Michael
Casselli. Produced by Earl Dax Presents, with performances by Vaginal Davis as Madame Bricktop, accompanied by John Blue Jazz Sextette , Jennifer Miller, Julie Atlas Muz, The Wau Wau Sisters, Anderson Cooper channeling Bobby Short and many Surprise Guests. DJ's Bernice Bobs Her Hair, Pirate Jenny of Montepelier and Billy Miller of the Manhattan Review of Unnatural Acts
Siberia, 356 West 40th Street, ($10)

Related Events:

Friday, April 28, 6:00-8:00 PM
PERFORMA founder and director Roselee Goldberg hosts NOT FOR SALE: WE ARE
STILL APPALLED panel discussion with critic C. Carr, Professor Susan
Jarosi, the artist Orlan, Robert Storr and Lucy Sexton.
Einstein Auditorium, NYU Barney Building, 34 Stuyvesant Street, FREE
Reception sponsored by the Sullivan Street Bakery.

Friday, May 5, 6:00-8:00 PM
Artist lectures by Ron Athey, Franko B, and Vaginal Davis, followed by panel
discussion with the artists moderated by Jose Munoz.
Einstein Auditorium, NYU Barney Building, 34 Stuyvesant Street, FREE

Additional events throughout the week featuring Lesbians to the Rescue,
Filmmaker Simeon Hutner, and writer Jennifer Doyle.

Visit www.artofnightlife.net for up-to-date information and a full listing
of events

Biographies:

Ron Athey's work weaves together the baroque visuals and ecstatic
experiences of the fundamentalist Christian rituals of his youth with those
found in the contemporary, then underground, cultures he found solace in as
an adult. Athey lives through real physical extremes on stage as a means to
acknowledge, own, and move beyond them, finding resolve in life's harsh
truths and beauty in the honesty and ownership of pain.

Franko B is best known for his stark, blood-loss performances and has also
developed a large bodies of work in sculpture, painting, and photography. He
is the subject of four artist monographs and has been presented by numerous
venues throughout Europe, including the Tate Modern, London and the Palais
des Beaux-Artes, Brussels.

Vaginal Davis' work encompasses drag, performance art, music, writing,
experimental filmmaking, and painting. In 2002 Davis began also embodying the persona of Ada 'Bricktop"Smith, self-described performer and salon keeper who was a confidant of Cole Porter, mentor to Josephine Baker and Duke Ellington, and pioneered important night life spaces in Paris, Mexico City and Rome. Davis
hosted her hugely successful Club Bricktops Los Angeles at the Parlor Bar
from 2002-2005 when the Parlor closed.

Co-Sponsored by:
New York University's Steinhardt Department of Art and Art Professions,
Department of Applied Psychology, Department of Drama Therapy, NYU Tisch
Department of Performance Studies, NYU Center for Religion and Media, NYU
Humanities Council and Office of Lesbian Gay and Transgender Student
Services in association with Artists Space, Earl Dax Presents, Participant
Inc., PERFORMA, Performance Space 122, and Visual AIDS

Information: Jonathan Berger, 917.209.8046


Vaginal also has an ill blog on her site VAGINALDAVIS

GEORGE WACKO BUSH

We've all heard the rumors that Bush has fallen off the wagon and is on prescription drugs to numb the enormity of his failures And I'm sure many have noticed that odd tick and jaw-grinding during his speeches. A republican with huge debts and bigger government, we know that his policies are crazy. But is he actually insane himself? (I have no idea if The Mirror, which this is from, is a reputable UK paper.)

PROFESSOR: HE'S MAD AND VERY DANGEROUS

By Bob Roberts, Deputy Political Editor

GEORGE W Bush shows all the signs of being a paranoid schizophrenic, a leading psychiatrist claims today.

Prof Justin Frank said the president is a danger to the world because he actually believes he is all-powerful and beyond the law.

His book Bush on the Couch, written after studying his medical records and behaviour, argues that the US leader has a condition common in schizophrenics - megalomania. He thinks the condition could drive him to invent then destroy enemies to demonstrate his power.

Prof Frank said: "The defining characteristic of megalomania is the need, driven by internal fear of persecution, to pinpoint then annihilate all persecutors perceived as outside threats."

The psychiatrist at George Washington University in Washington DC said: "Behind Bush's affable exterior operates a powerful but obscure delusional system that drives his behaviour."

He blames his mental state on his untreated alcoholism as a youth, his fundamentalist religious beliefs and his love-hate relationship with his former president dad George Bush senior.

Prof Frank said it had created an individual living in his own inner world largely "untroubled by external reality". Psychologist Oliver James said: "Frank leads us to the conclusion that the most powerful man in the world is only a short skip away from being completely mad."

The White House wouldn't comment saying: "We don't do book reviews." Bush, who was meeting Chinese president Hu Jintao yesterday, has said in the past: "I don't spend a lot of time trying to figure me out. I'm not into psychobabble."



Dr. Justin Frank is also the author of the brilliantly-titled 2000 tome GEORGE BUSH: THE PUPPET WHO CHOSE HIS PUPPETEERS. An interview about the book can be found here: LAROUCHEPUB.COM

SURI YOU JEST

Apparently, the name Suri which was chosen for Tomkat's Tomkitten, means "princess" in ancient Hebrew. Too bad that in modern Hebrew it means "Get out of here!". It means "red rose" in Farsi and may mean "pickpocket" in Japanese. And it popped out just in time for...you guessed it...Tom's next blockbuster. And here's a li'l dig from Defamer.com:

DEFAMER

PINK'S DEAR MR. PRESIDENT

Click here and scroll down to see it performed live here: CROOKSANDLIARS

Love that first Pink takes on female air-heads in her lead single STUPID GIRLS, and now she's ever the stupidest president ever. And while wearing a Marilyn-esque HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR PRESIDENT hairdo seated with her legs held butchly wide-open in a girly red dress! Definitely gonna buy it to support a bitch with balls. Uh, right after I buy the Dixie Chicks', Bright Eyes' and Neil Young' cds, that is!

PIER PRESSURE

The GAY CITY NEWS' headline grabbed my attention last month: "PIERS FEARS GO RACIAL. With No Christopher Street Solution, Community Board Faults LGBT of Color". I think Gay City sensationalized the issue a little, and didn't analyze it much. Though this may not interest readers outside of NYC, the piers are very near and dear to this trashy cocksucker's poppers-addled heart. So let's back up 20 years and several cases of venereal disease ago.

I arrived in NYC in '84, so I missed the most extreme years of the West Side piers as an outdoor sex club. But I do recall marvelling at the nude sunbathing, group sex, and one dilapidated pier which even had a hole broken in the boards which you could sort of go down (pun intended) in to engage in some seriously depraved practices including Crisco, gourds, and amyl nitrate-infused rags. I guess I'm not as hardcore as I thought---I never could figure out exactly what and how the amyl nitrate got into the rags, but I'd see those emptied spray cans littered about, and knew that the big boys were at play. I once ambled out on the pier and surprised an embarassed friend, who promptly pulled his dick out the mouth of his trick. Out of respect, I turned back, but not before noticing that the sucker appeared to have relations in Mongolia, if you know what I mean. Some crazy shit went down on those broken-down piers. One day my hustler roommate came home with Special K for my other roommate, a pre-Supermodel of the World RuPaul, to try out. Completely disoriented by the drug, we shuffled down to the pier circa 1992 with videographer/roommate Nelson Sullivan's dog Blackout. Big, black, sweet, and literally wrapped around my finger for years, old "Blackie" was the closest thing I've ever had to a boyfriend in NY. Sitting around in our large, shabby living room, I had Blackout trained to where by wiggling my finger slightly from across the room, the dog would even bite his owner! I rank this unique, mystical talent right up there with my ability to call Miss Guy's answering machine with a squeal so high-pitched that I could set off the machine and depending on the pitch of my squeal, either listen to her messages or monitor whatever sound was being made in her apartment at that moment. I once caught her in a lover's quarrel! Aren’t I a great friend?

Anyway, the hustler, Ru and I walked out to the pier on Special K at a time when our favorite saying was "Oh bitch", which was particularly retarded when delivered in a concerned tone, as if you were insulting someone by calling them a bitch, but in a senselessly loving way. It was in this manner that Ru greeted a bunch of black and hispanic pier kids who went berserk and began throwing bottles at us. Dag nab it, there wasn't a drop of alcohol in one of them bottles, neither! We sluggishliy realized we needed a getaway plan as one vicious brat screamed "I'll stab your motherfucking dog!" Feeling it a poor time to explain that Blackout had only fucked my father, we fled.

But to the piers I'd return regularly and I watched in dismay as the area got spruced up and the most decrepit pier with the hole in it was finally closed off. The first omen was when they did away with the parking in the 80’s. Parking by the piers enabled “fresh meat" from Jersey to come in so you could engage in more secluded action inside their cars. For a few years in the late ‘90’s we held WIgstock at Pier 54, but a massive redevelopment plan had begun by 9/11. Though I sorely missed the sound systems in the trunks of cars blaring voguing anthems like LOVE IS THE MESSAGE and Soft House Company's keyboard masterpiece A LITTLE PIANO and the dancers who, heads cocked with attitude and arms flailing with knife-like precision, brought those tracks to life, I gradually was forced to admit that the developers knew what they were doing. The rawness was gone, but at least it was replaced with pleasant landscaping and picnic tables. But the pier kids still claimed it as their own.

Having dj'ed several times for the Hetrick-Martin Institute, the NYC high school where you are sent if you're too gay to attend regular school without getting your ass kicked, I knew a little about what some of these kids go through. When asked to stay after school for some extra-curricular activities, the kids refused--unless they were allowed to carry weapons. Taking public transportation at night increased the chances of them getting beaten on their way home, in the rougher areas in which they lived. Like the Hetrick-Martin students, the pier children can't always "act gay" in their own neighborhoods, and the piers provide a necessary pressure valve where they can queen it up to their hearts content, hook up for sex, or work fashions which might not be appreciated on their thugged-out home turfs. The procession of teenage trannies is stunning, and an occasional legend like Octavia St. Laurent from PARIS IS BURNING or Jose from Madonna's Jose and Luis will put in an appearance, strutting proudly. If a designer were seeking inspiration from the streets, necessity is the mother of invention and these kids come up with some genius effects--of course every silhouette works when you're 17 with perfect proportions and the natural grace of a voguer. I've clocked top stylist Phillip Bloch on the stroll down there more than once--though I have no clue whether he's hunting the kids' fashions or what's underneath them. (I know which one I’m hunting!) But then a top “bottom” stylist would pride themselves on their knowledge of where to “pick up” any and everything, wouldn’t they? As Chelsea became the center for more affluent, body-building, white gay men, the once nationwide gay capital Christopher Street and the piers were claimed by older leather queens and the pier kids. So the pier area is basically an outdoor club with no age restrictions or cover charge.

So where's the problem? No, besides my long-windedness! The local business association and community board aren't too fond of the pier children. Though the kids desperately need a home away from home on the West Side highway, the youngsters do import unsavory elements from their rougher neighborhoods including male and tranny prostitution, drug sales (uh, I’m told), drug use, and theft, to name a few. Actually, the only time I've been mugged in NYC was by a young black fag on the corner of Christopher and the West Side Highway. On gay pride day, no less! And I was once shocked by over-hearing a teenage black boy knocking over garbage cans and swinging a big metal pipe saying "They gonna kick my ass if I don't come home with some money." Had his big pipe been flesh and his attitude less gnarly he might have made some hooking, but I couldn't help but think, "This is a much more dangerous pier today." Imagine how you'd feel if you'd plunked down a fortune on a prestigious West Village condo only to find that not only was the noise of the very loud gay youths keeping you up late at night, but you were scared to access your home--much as the youths are afraid to be themselves in their nabes. Basically, the wealthy condo-owners are going to have more say. The whole gist of America is favor the rich over the average individual, and this situation is not much different. But even if corporate ass-kissing scum like Bush weren’t in office, I think you'd be hard-pressed to find a society which valued the rights of loud and sometimes crime-linked kids who aren’t even from that neighborhood over well-off homeowners who do deserve peace and quiet in their pricey digs. (Not that anyone should really move to the Big Apple for total peace and quiet!).

The West Village is increasingly gentrified, For chrissakes, the delapidated house Rupaul, Lahoma, Larry Tee, Nelson and Blackout inhabited is now a chi-chi tapas bar. If they only could fathom that location’s debauchery when we held the lease, they might shy away from that gourmet menu! Do you think the city cleaned up those rotting meat juices in the meat-packing district when our motley crew of club kids, Restaurant Florent and Jackie 60 were the tenants? Hell no! But once the fancy boutiques and boites arrived, the meat juice stank evaporated. Money=clout. One 1990's night, a tranny-hooker murdered a tenant from a more upscale building than ours. The neighborhood association banded together and set up a roadblock to intimidate both the johns who drove threw and the prostitutes themselves. Lahoma and I returned from work in the wee hours one morning and this roadblock forced us to get out of our cab blocks away from our shanty and pass the purveyors of the road block. Angry and scared over the death of their neighbor at the hands of a tranny-hooker which I guess they assumed we were, they began screeching at us: "Get out of the neighborhood!" and even "Die of AIDS!" Well, howdi to you too, neighbor! I got home, changed into streetwear and walked Blackout, encountering the irate bunch again. One of them was a friendly black guy who I knew from the Pyramid Club eons ago. I told him "You've known me for 10 years--why did you just wish AIDS on me? Because another drag queen killed someone and you can't tell the difference between clown-drag and a street-walker? As a member of a minority yourself, can't you see the prejudice in that? He apologized, but complaints from neighbors eventually drove the 14th St. queens further towards Christopher. And I can't deny that my peculiar fascination with tranny-hookers shouldn't cancel out the fact that they occasionally murder people and that scares locals just a wee bit.

Fast Forward to last month. Here are some excerpts from the GAY CITY NEWS article by Duncan Osborne.

Piers Fears Go Racial

After months of discussion and three public meetings about late night crowds and noise in the West Village, a committee of Manhattan’s Community Board 2 effectively chose to take no action in response either to resident complaints or to a proposed solution from the queer youth of color who for many years have gathered in the Hudson River Park at the end of Christopher Street.

“I don’t think we have a solution that’s going to make anyone happy,” said Richard Stewart, a member of the Committee on Waterfront, Parks, Recreation, and Open Space, during a March 6 meeting, that was marked by rancor because of an official statement from the committee that lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgendered youth of color are at the root of the problems.

Some residents have complained that when the park closes at 1 a.m., the people in the park move into the West Village on Christopher Street. Residents have complained about the noise. At an earlier meeting, some residents proposed closing the park at 11 p.m. and allowing people to exit only at 14th Street or Houston Street.

The youth, represented by Fabulous Independent Educated Radicals for Community Empowerment (FIERCE!), proposed closing the park at 4 a.m. to allow people to exit the park gradually over a longer period of time and in smaller groups.

The youth group said it would increase its outreach in the park “to alleviate noise and overcrowding,” establish a complaint system for residents and youth, and create an advisory group of youth and residents to monitor the effectiveness of these efforts. The FIERCE! proposal was endorsed by 21 gay, AIDS, social services, and political groups that serve the queer community.

On March 6, the committee offered a draft resolution to close a portion of the park at Christopher Street, or Pier 45, at midnight on Fridays and Saturdays. Park enforcement patrol officers would start the closing at 11:30 p.m. and people would be “encouraged” to head north to Pier 54, which is across the West Side Highway from 13th Street. Pier 54 would close at 2:00 a.m., when people would be “encouraged” to exit the park onto 14th Street.

While earlier committee proposals have been rejected by residents and youth, this latest proposal won support from residents.
“We think it’s a great idea,” said David Poster, president of the Christopher Street Patrol and a longtime West Village resident. “The only thing I would suggest, if I may, is instead of just on weekends, it be seven days a week.”

Melissa Sklarz, a community board member, transgender activist, and past president of the Gay and Lesbian Independent Democrats, a political club, said the board’s proposal would create “a safe space for LGBT youth of all colors.”

These were two of a small number of endorsements. Roughly 200 people packed the room, most of them youth organized by FIERCE!, and speakers consistently knocked down the committee’s proposal.

“They’re not going to be effective if they are on a pier that nobody wants to use,” said Rickke Mananzala, the FIERCE! campaign coordinator, referring to the amenities proposed for Pier 54.

In contrast to earlier meetings, where race was in the background, it was thrust to the forefront on March 6 by the committee’s proposal. The third paragraph read, “Whereas problems have arisen involving noise and also involving some rowdyism resulting from large crowds of young people, mostly lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender youth of African-American and Hispanic origin leaving Pier 45 at 1:00 am on Friday and Saturday nights.”

The 50-member community board has just one African-American member and represents neighborhoods that are predominantly white. The youth who spend time on Pier 45 are a mix of races and ethnicities, including African-American, Latino, Asian, and white. Opponents pounced on the paragraph.

“The fact that that was even thought to be put in there shows what the problem really is,” said Ashley McKenzie, a FIERCE! member. Another speaker said of the committee’s proposal, “You’re talking about segregation” while another called it “blatant racism.”

An African-American man and father of two, who used to hang out on the piers in the ’80s, said of the committee’s proposal, “I’m getting a little sick of hearing that we have to leave to make it better for somebody else.”

While one committee member said the offending language would be removed, Schwartz, who drafted the proposal, was unapologetic. While the language was “inartful,” it should not be “depicted to be hostile, to segregate people,” he said.

“For anybody to say that’s racism, that’s absurd,” Schwartz said. “I have been a civil rights attorney in this city for 35 years.”

After the meeting, Mananzala said that liberals will often say they are “not racist or homophobic,” but, he said of the language, “It’s hard to think of it any other way.”

WHOLE ARTICLE:

GAYCITYNEWS

Racist? Simply because the noisemakers were identified as African-American and Hispanic? Get real--most of them are! And how could this possibly be homophobic since many of the local residents and community board members are gay themselves? Even the ones which aren't probably didn't move to Christopher Street, the faggiest address on the planet, if they had issues with homos. THEY DON'T LIKE NOISE AND CRIME! If I were on the piers at 4:00AM causing a ruckus nightly, they'd complain about me too and that wouldn't be racist, would it? Ooh, but it could make it age-ist, or trans-phobic or fat-phobic or what about even trans-fatty-acids-phobic? Give me a break! The residents don't give a damn who or what is causing the disturbance. Using the race card when it’s not needed, defuses that card for the many times when it’s actually needed. Just like Cynthia McKinney’s crazy ass hitting a cop who wanted to ID her because he didn’t recognize her in her new hairstyle. As someone who might be mistaken for John Candy if I were to remove my trademark wig, I’m well aware of the transforming effects of hairdos. But for Cynthia McKinney to claim it was racial profiling because she didn’t want to comply with security protocol is pathetic, hence her almost immediate retraction. The sad thing is that lots of racial profiling does exist and it should be denounced. Statements like the one bythe formerly impressive but now Congresswoman-who-is-crying-wolf-to-cover-her-own-mistake McKinney, who seemed to be having some sort of psychiatric melt-down on Larry King, only remove the zing of legitimate calls to address the profiling when it actually occurs.

CONGRESSWOMAN CYNTHIA MCKINNEY DOES BEYONCE: "GOT ME LOOKIN' SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW"



I wouldn’t doubt that there is racial, homo and transsexual profiling practiced by the police on Christopher Street, possibly even recommended by Community Board #2 and the local business association. And the police are profiling these groups because they are known to be causing problems. In a sense, the police have to profile in order to do their jobs—if they’re trying to bust prostitutes, they are going to focus on lone women hanging out on street corners for hours in revealing outfits. Just ask my mom if you don’t believe me! I was curious to see that Danny Glover was one of the few to rally behind McKinney when even the Black Caucus insisted on her apology/retraction. Danny made waves a few years ago because he was annoyed that NYC taxi drivers profile blacks and are hesitant to pick them up. Look, cabbies bust their fucking asses and will pick up anyone who pays the fare and gives them a fucking tip and no hassles. Most of them are ethnic themselves. If they shy away from picking up blacks, it’s because they’ve been burned by low tips (which waiters including--yes in a former life--myself will confirm are not uncommon in the African-American community) or by blacks who’ve jumped out of the cab without paying or caused some other problem. Taxis often shy away from picking up drag queens/transsexuals as well because they won’t tip, won’t pay or cause some other drama coming from a club fucked up out of their minds.. (I try to aim my vomit out of the window but my wigs are sometimes too large to permit it.) Or maybe it’s because the drags are perceived as prostitutes. Personally, I’m always flattered when an unoccupied cab whizzes past me because the driver from a faraway land believes I’m desirable enough to get paid to get laid. (I'm moving to India, folks! But whatever the cabbies’ reasons, I have to own up to the fact that many drags/trannies don’t respect the drivers and so the feeling is mutual. The problem is with my dragoon sisters, not the drivers, and I have to own up to my people’s shortcomings the same way Glover does. Danny is probably not going to screw a cabdriver out of a tip and neither am I—though I may have screwed a couple--but that doesn’t negate the fact that both of our peoples screw the drivers with sufficient frequency to cause them to avoid us. I might also mention the condition I once saw someone who looked exactly like Danny on a Miami street corner known for drug-vending and speculate that if I drove by in a taxi and witnessed this ientity unknown person’s agitated condition at a wickedly late hour, I wouldn’t stop for the cracked-out mess, either! Cabs not picking us up is the symptom, the problem lies with us.

FIERCE! Doesn't seem to be introspective enough to recognize this in their battle for the pier. It’s website claims "FIERCE! founded the Save Our Space campaign to counter the displacement and criminalization of queer and trans youth of color and homeless youth at the pier and in the Village, and reclaim it as a public space that should be controlled by and for us!" Sorry, but that ain't gone happen, kids. Unless FIERCE! is a lot fiercer than I imagine, no one’s gonna pick a youth to chaperone another youth--it's a simple conflict of interest. Does an infant babysit a baby? No. So why would any government give the control of public property to kids, some of whom are responsible for the problems in the first place? And to the African-American man and father of two" who is "getting a little sick of hearing that we have to leave to make it better for somebody else", the local residents are a little sick of being woken up at all hours and sometimes ripped off! How are you going to act up in someone else's neighborhood, ignore the generously late curfew and then whine about it? If I decide I'd like to hang in front of your doorstep in the Bronx and squeal all night, is it racist if you describe me as white in your complaint to police? HELL FUCKING NAW! No one in any neighborhood likes to be woken up by kids or old people or blacks or whites or latinos or asians or polish. This is about noise, whoever’s creating it. The pier kids are fascinating to me, I love their culture and I firmly believe that the embattled, budding queers need a safe space on the piers for their clubhouse al fresco. And they currently have one! But FIERCE! is behaving like brats who are asking to stay up late despite their misbehaving. And when a reasonable solution is reached and they play the race card based on one sentence which is true, if sensitive, they cloud the real issue at hand: NOISE AND CRIME. If FIERCE! were to demonstrate that they could effectively monitor the kids' noise and crime, then maybe later park closures would be a viable option. Maybe the committee’s and boards should let FIERCE! try their hand at policing the park themselves, but I think anyone with a brain should be skeptical of the results.

FLEETING FANTASY: Maybe FIERCE! should start pressuring the government to make the kids' home neighborhoods safe enough for gay young'uns to exist in without threat of bodily harm? Maybe the government could also make all neighborhoods safe havens from rape for women. (And men--well, except for me that is. I'm ready for ya, fellas! I’ve dosed myself with date rape drugs so come and get it, the more the merrier!) Maybe the government could attempt to make the whole country safer? Nah, never mind. It’s too absurd a notion. We need all of our financial resources and manpower to attack other countries, and are even contemplating a new attack on Iran, though we've failed to win either of the first two wars Bush started! Glad we’ve got our priorities straight and it isn't our own safety!!

Ah, bitter Bunny. Remember when you were young and begging the West Village community board for Wigstock permits? How I hated those stiff, long meetings! (And I generally enjoy anything that's stiff and long. Do I hear thick?) At one point, Wigstock's permit application was the 25th item down on the meetings lengthy agenda and we had to sit through dozens of disgruntled whiners who seemed to have little else to do but gripe about things like whether or not such and such cafe deserved the outdoor seating permit they'd requested. I gagged in disbelief as I heard one senior shitizen resident stand up and moan something like "The sidewalk is 8 feet wide and the cafe has requested an outdoor permit which would take up 4 of those 8 feet. In the remaining 4 feet of sidewalk space, if a baby stroller and a wheelchair were to try to pass at the same time, there might be congestion." I was screaming inside! Didn't these two-bit fuckers have anything better to do with their time?

Well, I now live in the West Village area governed by that same community bored (sic). And I've come to appreciate that kooky, old resident who sized up the sidewalk situation in that meeting years before. Not only have sidewalk cafes eaten up tons of sidewalk space which does cause congestion--and I'm not even in a wheelchair (yet) nor pushing a baby carriage--though I have been looking a little preggers lately!--but one eatery on my block features planters with foliage which sticks out an additional foot! And it's poison ivy--everyone is trying to get me! I'm kidding about the poison ivy, but after all these years of cussing community boards, I now agree with that old kook. She was right! Outdoor cafes are now constricting my walking space on many blocks in my neighborhood and somebody’s got to be monitoring this dull shit which though trifling, does affect the quality of our lives.

Back in the day, all I cared about, just like FIERCE! and the kids who hang on the piers, was to have this stuffy old community board condone the cultural significance of me and my drag sisters presence on the pier. We had to hold Wigstock on the pier on the Sunday before Labor Day rather than the requested Monday, because Labor Day itself would keep 9-5 working residents awake if we carried on until 10:00 with our huge sound system. We gladly conceded. FIERCE!, I think, should do the same. The pier kids don't have a huge sound system, but their carrying on is nightly, not once a year like Wigstock. And is 1:00AM, which has been suggested by the board, such an unreasonable closing time? I don’t think so. And if you really want your voices to be heard on that community board, join it! Don't jam the meetings with protestors accusing people of racism and homophobia which isn't even behind the board's decisions. There is only one black person on the 50 member board. So how are you going to have your ethnic voices heard if you aren't going to sit in these boards of stuffy, mainly white folks who dictate neighborhood policies? Community boards also don't like disturbances from nightclubs, so people who value NYC nightlife have to brave these meetings and show their hungover faces, too. No not AA meetings, the community boards, dammit!

Where am I really going with this? OK, so I'm over these kids cuz they won't let me suck them off anymore since I’ve aged. And there’s no more holes in the piers which feature that dimmer, flattering lighting which enabled me to score with such regularity in my own youth. Oh, and to the caucasian and Asian pier children? Y’all better start getting your fucking looks together cuz ain’t nobody noticing y’all’s asses on the piers!

CAROLCHANNING.NET

OK, I'm dying! This nut has a site now! She is to be be worshipped! Go there now!




CAROLCHANNING.NET

QUEEN-SIZED BED FOR A SIZE QUEEN

CONDI DROPS A BOMB

A Washington state professor has been chastised for writing this question in a test:

"Condoleezza holds a watermelon just over the edge of the roof of the 300-foot Federal Building, and tosses it up with a velocity of 20 feet per second." The question then asked students to determine when the watermelon would hit the ground.

If they'd replaced watermelon with bomb it would have been less racially offensive and more truthful. I don't know if this question was formulated with prejudice against blacks in mind, but frankly, I'd rather call her on the fucking bombs she's dropping which kill people than worry about a hypothetical question in a test. Besides, if it were really racist, she wouldn't drop the watermelon--she'd eat it!

FULL ARTICLE: AOLNEWS

BJORK MEETS DIDDY

This made me howl!

VELVETROPE

WAR: EDWIN STARR

"It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker.
Friend only of the undertaker."

The seismic horn arrangements of Edwin's made this a childhood fav of mine, even though I couldn't remember his name. I didn't put two and two together until after grooving to his brilliant disco hits CONTACT and HAPPY RADIO in the late 70's. I recently bought his greatest hits because I wanted to sneak in a little anti-war message while spinning at some corporate events and was shocked to find an even better cut in a similar vein called STOP THE WAR, with equally powerful orchestration--I'm guessing it was a follow-up sound-alike hit. The legendary producer Norman Whitfield (producer of CAR WASH and the drag classic IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME) picked Edwin's gospel growl to record WAR for Motown.

Anyhoo, here's the video for WAR. It's fascinating to me that a video used to be a good song and a good performer--no editing, special effects or sets needed! Well, Edwin does have a flashy top on!

WATCH IT HERE: VIRTUALMATTER

Edwin passed away, but not before performing at Liza and David's wedding in 2002! You can visit Edwin's official site for more tidbits at EDWINSTARR

WHITNEY MEETS SERGE GAINSBOURG

The insane queen Strygn (pronounced estrogen) from upatate NY sent me this cuckoo clip:

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Equally ill is this parody of Black Eyed Peas MY HUMPS from my myspace buddy Super Curtiz:

YOUTUPE

THE WRONGEST AD

HAPPY EASTER FROM BUN-BUN!

MAKE SURE TO GET ON YOUR KNEES AND OFFER PRAISE!



AND DON'T MISS THE EASTER BUNNY HATES YOU.

VIEW IT HERE: EASTERBUNNYHATESYOU

AMANDA DOES TYRA

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KINKY BOOTS/PHAT GIRLZ

KINKY POOTS

As much as I like to clue y'all into newsworthy events in the drag/TG community, this one's a warning. DO NOT WASTE ONE THIN DIME ON KINKY BOOTS. I haven't seen any reviews but they have to be horrible. I was hired by Disney/Miramax to do press on the film's London release because the actor who plays the drag lead, Lola, didn't want to be pigeonholed as a drag queen. Darling, from this flop, there is little danger that you would be pigeon-holed as an actor! Obviously, while in their employ, I sheathed my claws and recommended the flick in interviews in England. Too bad they didn't hire me for the US release!

A classic example of Hollywood getting drag very wrong again. Several performance scenes in a drag club reveal the actor performing awful live renditions of classic songs which would be booed right off the stage in any drag club in the world. And after the feel-good eneding, the drag realizes the folly of it's ways and decides to take off the wig and be happier as a male--YET IT LEAVES ON IT'S HIGH HEELED BOOTS AS A MAN? That makes sense-for Prince! Possibly bad enough to be good if very stoned and evil friends. We were hoarse from screeching at the screen. I almost thought the projectionist at the press screening was going to report our antics to my employers in England--they were probably more accustomed to silent, eye-rolling responses.

Awful. Not worth 10 cents.

My friend Dany Johnson wrote a scathing review on her fun site: DYXPLOITATION

PHAT GIRLZ

I love Mo'Nique and just had to see her new vehicle after seeing her plug it on a talk show excitedly saying "Food has been good to me. I like to chew it...really get all the seasonings." Here, here, heifer! She's charming and funny and cute but I wouldn't say this of her new film. Definitely on a budget, the lighting was poor and even the opening credits seemed to be hanging off the bottom of the screen as if to say "Made on a MAC". Although you do root for Mo'Nique's character because the actress herself is so damned likeable, not enough of her personal zing is included, cuz she could spruce up any script with her trademark sass. It's basically a Cinderella for a fat girl script in which she get's her man after coming to terms that she's a pig. The funniest moment is unintentional: From a poolside scene the camera pans up the hairy legs of what you assume to be a man. IT'S MO'NIQUE! Bitch don't shave her legs for a fucking starring role? WE SHRIEKED WITH LAUGHTER! Girl, I know a big gut makes it a little harder to bend down and shave your legs--don't ask me HOW I know--but ain't you got no assistant? For what it's worth, a gay latino friend is portrayed in a positive light uncommon to black films and Mo'Nique's love interest is an exotic hunk of man. And although it's a fantasy, on one hand, it's great to develop a positive self-image for your bigger body in this world where anorexic waifs are crammed down your throat instead of the potato chips you crave. But this is also a world where obesity is waaaaaay up (60% of American ten year olds!). This movie sends the message "Obese is fine", so ignore any health risks associated with it. Really, even with diabetes hitting black women especially hard? Besides, black and latino women already accept their curves a bit more because black and latino men appreciate them more. It's the white women that are always worrying aout a little extra junk in the trunk. But there's a difference between curvy and obese. Me with my girdle and me without it! Oink!

Sorta cute for Mo'Nique fans only. Not worth 10 bucks.

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WHY I LOVE CHARO

Check out the Cuchi Cuchi girl's disco era video set in Las Vegas, courtesy of Alexandra Von Raisin!

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TAX TIME APPROACHING!

from Atlanta drag legend (ie: old) Lily White (The WItch Queen of Punk Rock), with whom I recently reconnected on Myspace.



CHECK OUT LILY'S PAGE ON MYSPACE CUZ AS YOU CAN SEE SHE'S ALWAYS "LOOKING FOR LOVE": LILYWHITE

HUNGH???

via Huffingtonpost.com:

CHARLOTTE, N.C. (April 5) - American stock car racing's governing body called a network television news magazine "outrageous" on Wednesday, saying it tried to provoke anti-Muslim reactions from spectators at last week's race for a story about growing U.S. sentiment against Islam.

The National Association of Stock Car Auto Racing said the NBC network's "Dateline NBC" confirmed it was sending Muslim-looking men to a race, along with a camera crew to film fans' reactions. The NBC crew was "apparently on site in Martinsville, Virginia, walked around and no one bothered them," NASCAR spokesman Ramsey Poston said Wednesday.

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THE DEATH PSYCHIC

YOU'LL DIE LAUGHING!

THEDEATHPSYCHIC

WUTHERING HEIGHTS THE REMIX

From rarified drag diva Lurleen Wallace, the latest treasure from YOUTUBE.COM:

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THE 23RD QUALM

Bush is my shephard; I dwell in want.

He maketh logs to be cut down in national forests.

He leadeth trucks into the still wilderness.

He restorest my fears.

He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of pollution and war,

I will find no exit, for thou art in office.

Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media control, they discomfort me.

Thou preparest an agenda of deception in the presence of thy religion.

Thou annointest my head with foreign oil.

My health insurance runneth out.

Surely megalomania and false patriotism shall follow me all the days of thy term,

And my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever.

JANE RUSSELL: STILL HERE!

Lypsinka sent me this and I can't find a link so I'll just post the whole thing. I've lways loved Jane and think it's incredible that she still feels the urge to get gussied up at age 84 because she misses the limelight. Imagine being stuck in an LA airport bar and having the buxom screen star saunter out to perform for an audience she can barely see to a band she can hardly hear. Someone in LA please go and give a full report!



The Superstar Singing for Her Supper

Hollywood sex siren Jane Russell reveals why, bizarre as it may
seem, that at age 84 she has become a solo singer in cheap
restaurants and airport hotel bars

by Peter Sheridan
The Express (UK), March 30, 2006

The silver-haired old lady sitting quietly in the corner of the bar
adjusts her lipstick and casts her watery eyes around the lounge
filling with senior citizens. Her vision is fading so she can't make
out all the faces and her hearing is going so she can't hear the
small band warming up as well as she might like.

It's 170 miles up the road from Hollywood to this small bar in a
dull airport hotel in Santa Maria, California, and it looks just
like thousands of others which cling to the fringes of airports
worldwide.

But when she rises from her table, straightens her turquoise gown,
weaves her way to the microphone and begins to sing, there is no
doubt that legendary screen goddess Jane Russell can still bring the
house down.

It has been more than half a century since Russell was Hollywood's
sexiest brunette, a voluptuous Second World War pin-up and Marilyn
Monroe's buxom co-star in the 1953 classic Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.

She starred in 25 movies including The Outlaw, Paleface and
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, opposite leading men including Clark
Gable, Robert Mitchum and Frank Sinatra. She had a one-woman revue
on the Las Vegas stage, recorded albums and remains one of the few
surviving superstars of Hollywood's golden age.

But why, at 84, would Russell choose to make a bizarre comeback
singing two nights a month at the airport Radisson Hotel bar in out-
of-the-way Santa Maria?

"I miss performing," she admits. "I always loved singing and for me
this is fun. There isn't much for older people to do here in Santa
Maria, where I live, so some friends and I decided it would be fun
to have some of our kind of music and we sing songs from the
swinging Forties."

It turns out that the airport bar is a step up from her last venue.
"We started out singing in a Mexican restaurant about 18 months
ago," Russell explains. "Then we graduated to the hotel." Russell
begins her set just after 6pm and is singing her closing number, Bye
Bye Birdie, by 9pm so that her elderly audience can be in bed before
10.

"I love singing but I don't want to act," she says. "I don't want to
learn lines any more. I'm 84 for crying out loud. I don't miss
acting. I never liked doing plays because you repeat the same thing
night after night. At least in movies you're doing new scenes every
day. But nobody wants me to make movies at 84."

Even today, Russell still has the curves that made her famous.
Legend has it that aviation and movie mogul Howard Hughes discovered
Russell when he found her 38D-25-36 figure working as his dentist's
receptionist. He plucked her from obscurity and made her the
scantily clad star of daring Western adventure The Outlaw.

But Russell laughs: "That's all Hollywood hype. I never worked for a
dentist. After leaving school I worked for a chiropodist for about a
week, and quit -- I'd had enough of putting people's feet in warm
water. And Howard Hughes was never a client.

"In truth, a friend of mine had been asked to model by a
photographer but she was shy so she asked me to come along for
support. An agent visiting the photographer's studio saw my pictures
and showed them to director Howard Hawks, who was casting The
Outlaw. I met Hawks and got the part long before I met Howard
Hughes."

Russell is happy to deflate yet another oversized Hollywood legend:
that Hughes designed a revolutionary seamless bra for the actress,
which helped thrust her heaving cleavage against her tight peasant
blouse in the historic movie poster for The Outlaw, creating a
scandal in 1942.

The film was considered so sexually charged that Hughes fought with
the board of censors for more than three years before it was finally
released.

It was Hughes who once said of Russell: "There are two good reasons
why men go to see her. Those are enough." But Russell reveals: "The
irony is, I never wore Hughes's bra. I threw it under the bed and
never saw it again.

Hughes was ahead of his time, designing a seamless bra that could
look great under a tight silk blouse. But it wasn't comfortable. So
I fooled him: I wore my usual bra and put Kleenex over the cups, so
that it left no lines under the blouse. Hughes never knew the
difference.

"A lot of the posters for The Outlaw bothered me because they sold
it as a 'wicked' movie, though today it would be considered suitable
for children.

But I was portrayed as a sex siren, and that changed my life for
ever." Yet it was a teenage sexual encounter when she was known as
Ernestine Jane Geraldine Russell, from Van Nuys, California, that
was to change her life in a disastrous way.

"I was 19 and unmarried when I got pregnant and that would have
caused a scandal," she says. "Back then nobody had a child out of
wedlock. I had to go to school and find a friend who once had
something done, and I asked her what to do. It's awful when you're
in trouble and don't know where to turn.

"Abortion was illegal, so I had no choice but to go to an illegal
backstreet abortionist. But it was botched and I darn near died. I
was in bed for weeks and they had to take me to the hospital anyway.
It left me unable to have children of my own. It was devastating."
Yet from the ashes of her tragedy, Russell has brought hope and joy
to thousands of other childless couples.

"I was married to my first husband for 24 years," she says of former
American football star Bob Waterfield. "But I couldn't have children
because I'd had the abortion, so we tried to adopt. There were so
many children aged one or two whom we would have loved but the
authorities back then would only let us adopt newborns and there was
a two or three-year wait. It was ridiculous." Long before Angelina
Jolie began looking abroad for unwanted children, Russell was
pioneering the way.

"I started an organisation called WAIF -- the World Adoption
International Fund -- in 1952 to help people adopt unwanted children
from overseas," she recalls. "We've had more than 51,000 children
adopted thanks to WAIF and sometimes I think that if I hadn't gone
through my abortion, perhaps there wouldn't have been loving homes
for those children. It's great that stars like Angelina Jolie and
Tom Cruise are adopting. The kids need parents." With husband
Waterfield she adopted three children: Thomas, now 55; Tracy, aged
54; and Buck, 49. In her 80s, still full-figured and vital, Russell
admits she would like another man in her life.

I was born married," she says. "It would be nice to have a man but
there's no one in my life right now. I've always felt complete with
a man. I remember as a child playing with my father on the lawn and
at night we'd lie down, stare up at the stars and make a wish on the
first star I'd see that night. I'd always wish for my very own
husband." After divorcing Waterfield in 1967, Russell married Roger
Barrett in 1968 just three months before he died, then in 1974 she
wed John Peoples, who died in 1999.

A HOLE IN WHICH HOPES ARE BURIED

From FXNYC via WASHINGTON POST--incredible!

A Hole in Which Hopes Are Buried

By Richard Cohen

Tuesday, April 4, 2006; Page A23

NEW YORK -- President Bush is starting to look beyond his presidency. His focus is on his legacy, which he is sure will vindicate his decision to go to war in Iraq. But his most fitting memorial is likely to be where I was Sunday: the immense gash in Lower Manhattan known as Ground Zero. More than 4 1/2 years after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks, the hole has yet to be filled.

Tourists come and look. The selling of souvenirs is prohibited at the site itself, but around the corner, on Vesey Street, peddlers hug the shadows. The proper souvenir to take away from this place, though, is the memory of its immense emptiness. It's a hole filled with broken promises and silly rhetoric, an inverted monument to the Bush administration's unfathomable failure even to capture Osama bin Laden.

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TOM TELLS IT!

via Huffpo: Senator Tom Harkin on the Bill Press Show:

Bill Press: Senator Tom Harkin our guest on The Bill Press Show. Senator, your colleague and buddy Russ Feingold had a hearing last Friday on his motion to censure President Bush over the NSA spying program. Why haven’t more democrats lined up behind him?

Senator Tom Harkin: Well, Bill, quite frankly I don’t know, and I’m embarassed that more democrats haven’t lined up on this. I mean, for crying out loud, the republicans, they can see fit to impeach… IMPEACH a president, Bill Clinton for lying about having an extramarital affair. But they won’t stand for a censure. The democrats don’t have the guts to stand up to censure a president who misled us, who lied to the American people, who broke the law and violated the Constitution of the United States in spying on the American people. I tell you, we’ve got to get some more backbone to a lot of democrats. We need to hear from people. We need to hear from people. The American people need to know, and to show support for this resolution.

MY COMRADE PARTY!

To celebrate the new issue of everyone's favorite downtown dragzine, Linda Simpson will be masturbating with thumbtacks. No, she does that every day. She's throwing an Easter party at the Ukrainian National Home (I would have guessed she was Polish) on 4/16. If you can't make the function, you simply must grab the new issue, which includes a hysterical Q & A with Jackie Beat and moi, as well as pieces by Mike Albo, Xavier, Dany Johnson, Tom Eubanks, John Polly and Sister Dimension.



For more info, visit MYCOMRADE.COM

HOT GHETTO MESSES!

HOTGHETTOMESS.COM has a new line-up of photos including these:

THIS ONE IS SO CUTE!



THIS CAN'T BE REAL!



THIS CAN, I HOPE!



OKAY, GURL!




DINING AL FRESCO




TRAMP L'OEIL



THE REAL THING!

CLEOPATRA STARS AFRODITE

Remeber this sassy blactress from Boybar days in NYC? She's in Boston now, and appearing in Ryan Landry's new production until 5/27, but I suspect they'll take it to Provincetown this summer, and LORDY! do you ever need something to do in THAT town!



(Click pic to enlarge)

THE NEW GAY-BASHING

WE'RE GAY AND WE BASH BACK!



Drag legend Jackie Beat shows a street punk a thing or two about West Hollywood-style etiquette.

JACKIEBEATRULES

I AM SO GLAD THIS HILARIOUS HEIFER FINALLY HAS A BLOG!

COUNTRY NEW WAVE?

FROM GERMANY??? ILL! Thanks to Matthew for sending me this li'l video!

COUTRYNEWWAVE

AM I THE ONLY PERSON

WHO FINDS THIS WOMAN AND HER MANUFACTURED PERKINESS TO BE REALLY, REALLY FRIGHTENING?



I know from personal experience that smiling broadly fills out the cheeks, or has she just gained weight? Something is making her face look broader and therefore the hacked nose look freakier. I never understood exactly what the term "dish-faced" referred to, but I think this would be it, cuz the plane of her face looks scooped out and flat. Aren't you glad that I'm on top of all the most vital issues?

LYPSINKA'S MY DEAH OPENS

She done wrote a comedy called MY DEAH--and it's selling out fast for it's limited run!

UNDERAGE INTERNET PORN

Did anyone see the horrific story of Justin, the 13 year old boy who ran, with just his webcam, an internet porn site where pedophiles paid to see him disrobe and masturbate? Sinking into drugs and despair, his viewership and earnings grew, and when he visited his father in Mexico, his dad asked where all of his $ was coming from. Justin told his dad about his porn site, who offered to increase the boy's earnings by filming the kid having actual sex instead of just self-titillation, and even procured the prostitutes to film with his own son screwing. THE OUTRAGE! I cannot sit back and allow this to happen without speaking up for one more second. You see how easy it is to outsource jobs that could have employed all-American prostitues to hookers of Mexican descent??? So unfair!

THE JET SET

GEORGE JONES AND TAMMY WYNETTE PERFORM THIS COUNTRY CLAS-SICK!

YOUTUBE

HOW DO YOU SAY DE-CREPIT?

HOW DO YOU SAY DE-GENERATE? HOW DO YOU SAY DE-VOLTING? HOW DO YOU SAY DE-LAY?

GOOD RIDDANCE, PUTRIFIED ASSHOLE!

Tom Delay, who stepped down as House majority leader amidst scandal and indictments 7 months ago, withdrew from the election for his Texas seat today. Even though he is forced to step down and generally considered the poster boy for the Republican culture of corruption in Congress, he now claims that he is "proud of the past" and that Democrats are the ones "criminalizing politics". In other words, spout the exact opposite of the truth?

Huffingtonpost.com dug up this clip of Delay caught off guard on camera calling Hillary "a woman know-it-all" with Chris Matthews:

HUFFPO

And TONY HENDRA's HUFFPO blog calls him "bought again", as opposed to born again. Tee hee!

HUFFPO

THE WORLD FAMOUS BOOBS

OF THE WORLD FAMOUS BOB



IN THEIR/HER VERY FIRST ONE-WOMAN SHOW!

THE WORLD FAMOUS *BOB* IS "F to F"
* one night only *
Thursday, April 6 at 8pm
Mo Pitkins, 34 Ave. A

"..there are striptease dancers, and then there are artists like The World Famous *BOB*, a voluptous blond whose performances evoke a haunting mixture of innocence and wordly wisdom." - The New York Times

"...whoever said a blond girl with big gazoombas couldn't be articulate needs to meet this wry, lovely, intelligent charmer." - NEXT Magazine

"Jenna Jameson's got nothing on *BOB*."- The Village Voice

Downtown sweetheart and nightlife icon The World Famous *BOB* guides you down the gravel road that took her from living in a camaro in California to the stages of New York City's top gay dive bars in her first ever, full-length solo show! An evening of striptease and storytelling brought to you by the president of the sexy retard movement herself, for one night only Thursday, April 6 at Mo Pitkins.

With a larger than life attitude and even bigger appetite towards life, she has been "entertaining the troops" in gay clubs, burlesque haunts, and all over the world, with unforgettable acts such as "Topless Aerobics in 6 inch Heels While Eating Cheeseburgers", "Marilyn" to "AC/DC". A self described female-female impersonator and burlesque revivalist measuring in at 42DD-29-40 she's hard to miss, and you won't want to miss this show.

THE WORLD FAMOUS *BOB* IS "F TO F"
*ONE NIGHT ONLY * PREMIERE *
Thursday, April 6th
Show at 8:00pm Sharp
@ MO PITKIN'S
34 Avenue A (between E. 2nd and E. 3rd Street)
Tel: 212 777 5660
Admission $12
Tickets Available at http://www.ticketweb.com Key Word: Mo Pitkins

POPBITCH I'VIEW

Love that gossippy email newsletter POPBITCH? Here's who's behind it:

THREELAYERCAKE

5 NYC CLUBS SHUT

including Avalon (formerly Limelight), Splash (aka SBNY) and The View Bar. A 3-month undercover sting uncovered underage drinking and drug sales. Tongues are wagging cuz 3 of the clubs were fag venues, but the real shocker is that there was ever anyone actually present in The View.

AL ROKER + NEPALESE BROTHEL =

Charikot, Dolakha, March 29 - The birth of a bizarre-looking baby in Charikot, the headquarters of Dolakha district, on Wednesday, drew a huge number of onlookers to witness the astonishing sight.

The neck-less baby with its head almost totally sunk into the upper part of the body and with extraordinarily large eyeballs literally popping out of the eye-sockets, was born to Nir Bahadur Karki and Suntali Karki at the Gaurishnkar Hospital in Charikot.

KANTIPURONLINE

SYRINGE TOSSED

onto San Diego ballfield at accused steroids user Barry Bonds. There was no needle in it, so Barry's attempt to remove his pants and catch the syringe in his shrivelled glutes, his swollen tongue swirling around his chapped lips, while erotically massaging his large breasts failed. Crowds gasped in unison at the tiny "raisinette" size of his testicals.

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I'M IN THE GUARDIAN!

The strange case of the man who took 40,000 ecstasy pills in nine years

· Usage increased to 25 tablets a day at peak
· Memory problems and uh, what was it again? oh yeah, paranoia (WHO'S THERE???) may be lasting

David McCandless
Tuesday April 4, 2006
The Guardian

Doctors from London University have revealed details of what they believe is the largest amount of ecstasy ever consumed by a single person. Consultants from the addiction centre at St George's Medical School, London, have published a case report of a British man estimated to have taken around 40,000 pills of MDMA, the active ingredient in ecstasy, over nine years. The heaviest previous lifetime intake on record is 2,000 pills.
Though the man, who is now 37, stopped taking the drug seven years ago, he still suffers from severe physical and mental health side-effects, including extreme memory problems, paranoia, hallucinations and depression. He also suffers from painful muscle rigidity around his neck and jaw which often prevents him from opening his mouth. The doctors believe many of these symptoms may be permanent.


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THE BLOB

by WORLD OF WONDER

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AN OPEN LETTER TO STRAIGHTS

From blog regular Tommy (yes, that ill piece) via Craig's List. I don't know the author.

An Open Letter to Straights


Apparently all this time I’ve been shoving my sexuality in your face and forcing it on you. I misunderstood. I didn’t know. I am so sorry.

I mistakenly thought it was you who were shoving your lifestyle in my face when you called me faggot before I even knew what that word meant.

I thought you were forcing your sexuality on me when you and your friends cornered me in the locker room after gym class in junior high school, called me a goddamn homo and beat the shit out of me.

I thought the coach was forcing his lifestyle on me when he shouted down at my broken and bleeding body in the locker room that I asked for it because I was looking at the other guys “funny”.

I thought you were shoving your sexuality in my face when you spray painted my name and “is a fag” on the side of the High school building.

When you and your friends trashed my car and then afterwards ran me off the road as I was walking home from school, laughing and calling me a “Queer” I thought I was just walking home from school and not forcing my sexuality down your throat.

I was mistaken and apparently trying to force my deviant lifestyle on you in college that day when thought I might be just trying to find someone like me to talk to when you and your cop friends entrapped me, arrested me and beat me up and threw me in jail because I looked at you the wrong way and smiled at you.

Apparently I asked for it when you and your friends chased me down the street, pulled me into an alley and broke my nose with a booze bottle after I had the gall to come out a known gay bar one night in college.

When I was in the military, I thought one of my friends might be just trying to live a decent, honorable life with his partner of 10 years when you and your military police friends pulled him into an interrogation room and accused him of sodomy because he was living with a guy and not dating women. When you kicked him out of the service and dumped him 3500 miles from his home with no money and no job, I didn’t realize that he was forcing his lifestyle on you. I’m sure he’s sorry too.

I didn’t realize that you were offended by us when my best friend asked to be admitted to his partners’ hospital room while he was dying. You see, he’d lived with him for 20 years and they had shared their life together but had the misfortune of living in a state where people like him had no “legal status” and so his sweet love of 20 years died alone surrounded by people who thought that God had given him AIDS as punishment for the sin of homosexuality. He didn’t understand that your religious sensibilities were more important than his misguided need to be with his partner when he died.

All this time I thought you were forcing your sexuality on me, but now I know that I was forcing mine on you. I am so sorry that all my life, I’ve mistakenly thought that being left alone to live my life, to work and to have a home and family and to be allowed to love who I choose was just living my life - like you live yours.

Little did I know that all that time I was cramming my disgusting sexuality and lifestyle down your throat, forcing you to accept me and demanding “Special Rights”.

Now that I’m older and wiser, you’ll excuse the silly idealism of a dotty middle aged guy who had a vain hope that maybe I could marry the guy I’ve been living with for fifteen years and not have to worry if my religiously devout family will decide to ransack my home after my death because my family – the family who have largely cared less if I lived or died – have more legal rights than my partner, no matter what I say in my will.

You’ll excuse my mistaken notion that I should be allowed to have a good job and not be fired at will because my boss might find out that I live with a guy and am still “single”. You’ll pardon my liberal sensibilities when I think I should be able to rent an apartment from someone who might decide that two guys living together is “an abomination”, or be able to open a joint checking account with my partner, because now I know that it isn’t “normal” for two guys to set up a home together.

Hopefully, you’ll excuse my mistaken notion that my life and my love and my family are at least as important and significant as yours – yes, even when you beat the shit out of your wife the day after she caught you fucking the underaged babysitter, even when you tossed your 15 year old gay son out on the streets, even when I gladly pay very high taxes to send your kids to good schools and you cheat on yours.

I hope you will understand when I was momentarily struck speechless when you raised up your bible and told me that God thinks that I am an abomination and will go to hell. You’ll excuse me for my silly notion that God maybe has other more pressing matters than to care that much if I decide that I want to live with someone I love instead of being alone and celibate. You’ll pardon my weakness when I want a family and have to do it by shoving my homosexual lifestyle in your face.

Finally, please excuse the silly sentimentality of an old man who after nearly six decades of life sees a movie with two “normal” guys who are cowboys who fall in love together. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any people like me in the movies who aren’t silly and shallow or tragic and dying of something or another. It’s been years since I’ve seen someone like me love someone like my partner and not die because of it or end up some tragic stupid queen. So the movie made me happy and so I was momentarily blinded by the hope that it might be recognized as a watershed moment in tolerance. I now know it was a shameful use of one of your dearest symbols of American manliness to once again shove my disgusting lifestyle down your throat.

You’ll excuse me please.

All this time, all my life – I just thought you were trying to make me be something that I can never be. I just thought you were forcing me to conform to your idea of normality. I mistakenly thought you hated me.

I was mistaken. Obviously, all this time I was forcing my lifestyle on you. Please accept my apologies.

CONDI'S UK VISIT A PR NIGHTMARE

She was roundly ridiculed, protested and then the shit hit the fan when she admitted that the US had made 1000's of technical errors in Iraq.

YAHOONEWS

GIRL-HATTAN OFFENDER

There's a cute li'l ol' interview with Lypstinka regarding her new self-penned play My' Deah on MANHATTANOFFENDER

BARBIE GETS MADD

JOEBLOWFILMS

VICTORIA'S OTHER SECRET

ALABAMA DEATH PENALTY

HOW USEFUL!

"CASTRATION W/O MALICE"

Nothing like a sweet castration, which is just what 3 masters were charged with in NC. Ain't never oheard of neuticles. If you'd want the neutering effects of having your testosterone-producing nuts removed, why would you put in bigger ones? (I'll ask my dad if he awakes from the coma he's in--he just had it done.

"The informant told investigators a man from Chile had his testicles replace with artificial ones called “neuticles.” He later traveled back to the house to have them removed because “they were too large.”

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