This is the downtempo version. Really irresistible hook.
I really like the Bimbo Jones remix but there is only an audio video.
AND MISS TEENA MARIE HAS A NEW TRACK, CALLED CAN'T LAST A DAY FEAT. FAITH EVANS. Honey, the opening piano trill is spell-binding. A friend who was over and has much more progressive electro-ish taste heard the opening notes and said "PLEASE BURN THIS FOR ME!". We all know that Teena is the first lady of white soul through her collaborations with 80's funkmeister Rick James.
Here's Lady Tee and Rick (a few days before his death) blowing the roof off of the 2004 BET Awards with a heart-felt version of FIRE AND DESIRE. Pandemonium ensured and it wasn't only for Rick. Watch these two powerhouses in action!
THERE'S NO VIDEO OF THE HER NEW TRACK BUT HERE IS AN AUDIO VIDEO W/ A SLIDESHOW:
We just passed the Hate Crimes Bill in the House, but there is still the Senate to urge into action. Watch this touching video plea from a woman whose son was bludgeoned to death and if you feel moved, or just want to penalize someone who wants to kick your ass because of who and what you are, I urge you to contact your representative. The info is below.
The scare tactics continue. Anti-LGBT groups sent lawmakers a note linking to a poster of Jesus that says "WANTED For Violation of the Proposed Hate Crimes Law In His Teachings."
THE LATE MATTHEW SHEPARD
Our only defense is the truth: in the ten years since Matthew Shepard's death, tens of thousands more people have been violently attacked for being who they are. It took ten years of lobbying and educating to get to this point – our long wait for hate crimes protections must end now.
Ten friends of yours can help. Send the video to ten friends now!
Here's a sample message you can use:
Hi,
I just watched a really powerful online video that I think you should see. Judy Shepard talks about losing her son Matthew to anti-gay hate violence and her ten-year fight for a federal hate crimes law that would honor his memory. The House just passed the bill and we need the Senate to act soon. The right wing is spreading absurd lies, claiming it would send pastors to jail for giving anti-gay sermons. We need to fight back with the truth, and we don't have much time.
Please watch the video, write your senators, and then forward this email to ten of your friends.
Thank you so much for your commitment. I hope you'll keep up your amazing work, and help us urge the Senate to take quick action and get the bill to the president's desk.
EVEN MORE IMPORTANT THAN WATCHING AND FORWARDING THE VIDEO, CONTACT YOUR SENATORS WHO WILL VOTE ON THIS SHORTLY. NOTHING LET'S THEM KNOW HOW PASSIONATE YOU ARE ABOUT THIS HATE CRIMES BILL UNLESS YOU CONTACT THEM WITH YOUR DEMANDS. REMEMBER--WE ARE THEIR BOSSES AND WE HIRE AND FIRE THEM VIA ELECTIONS. THAT'S WHAT DEMOCRACY IS. I just heard on the news that "Banks own the senate." Well, they don't own my fucking vote!
We just passed the Hate Crimes Bill in the House, but there is still the Senate to urge into action. Watch this touching video plea from a woman whose son was bludgeoned to death and if you feel moved, or just want to penalize someone who wants to kick your ass because of who and what you are, I urge you to contact your representative. The info is below.
The scare tactics continue. Anti-LGBT groups sent lawmakers a note linking to a poster of Jesus that says "WANTED For Violation of the Proposed Hate Crimes Law In His Teachings."
Our only defense is the truth: in the ten years since Matthew Shepard's death, tens of thousands more people have been violently attacked for being who they are. It took ten years of lobbying and educating to get to this point – our long wait for hate crimes protections must end now.
Ten friends of yours can help. Send the video to ten friends now!
Here's a sample message you can use:
Hi,
I just watched a really powerful online video that I think you should see. Judy Shepard talks about losing her son Matthew to anti-gay hate violence and her ten-year fight for a federal hate crimes law that would honor his memory. The House just passed the bill and we need the Senate to act soon. The right wing is spreading absurd lies, claiming it would send pastors to jail for giving anti-gay sermons. We need to fight back with the truth, and we don't have much time.
Please watch the video, write your senators, and then forward this email to ten of your friends.
Thank you so much for your commitment. I hope you'll keep up your amazing work, and help us urge the Senate to take quick action and get the bill to the president's desk.
EVEN MORE IMPORTANT THAN WATCHING AND FORWARDING THE VIDEO, CONTACT YOUR SENATORS WHO WILL VOTE ON THIS SHORTLY. NOTHING LET'S THEM KNOW HOW PASSIONATE YOU ARE ABOUT THIS HATE CRIMES BILL UNLESS YOU CONTACT THEM WITH YOUR DEMANDS. REMEMBER--WE ARE THEIR BOSSES AND WE HIRE AND FIRE THEM VIA ELECTIONS. THAT'S WHAT DEMOCRACY IS. I just heard on the news that "Banks own the senate." Well, they don't own my fucking vote!
DON'T SLEEP ON THIS--WHETHER YOU ARE GAY OR A STRAIGHT PERSON WHO DOESN'T LIKE TO SEE HATE CRIMES GO UNPUNISHED. THE VOTE GOES BEFORE THE SENATE WITHIN A FEW DAYS!
Bun-Bun stepped out last week (it was within walking distance from my dump) with Billy Beyond to celebrate the release of Kenny Sharf's new book. Kenny and Keith Haring ruled the NYC art scene when I arrive in NYC in the mid-eighties--uless you count Jean-Michel Basquiat, which I don't--and even though Keith was a total sweetheart and his work became more mainstream, I personally preferred Kenny's more detailed, ornate, outer-space cartoon characters. But I'm no art critic, that's for sure. I also dj'ed at The Tunnel in the room designed by Kenny and the black lights and fun fur walls provided a perfect back-drop for me to lure studs into the booth where I would literally blow them by putting on long songs while I gobbled their long shlongs. Call me the dj with a bj--she REALLY sucks!
AND SPEAKING OF GOBBLING...DOUGH-NUTS HAVE BEEN A RECURRING THEME IN KENNY'S RECENT WORK.
But I've always connected Kenny with upbeat fun and one of my fav memories were hanging at his lovely home with his lovely Brazilian wife and mischievous daughters, one of whom had broken front teeth giving her an especially impish grin. I am good with kids and pets, but tend to work them up into a lather and then leave them to their parents/owners.
KENNY IN HIS INSTALLATION IN THE 2007 ART PARADE
THE ALLURING MALIA SHARF, FORMERLY KNOWN AS SNAGGLETOOTH, POSING WITH HER DISTANT AUNT BUNION (pic by Billy Erb)
Boy was I shocked to be reintroduced to his brood, who are now well-turned out young ladies with boobs! Of clubbing age! And still delightful. Billy had to leave early so I hung around for a minute, but in a small, brightly-lit retail environment, this moose on the loose can be a trifle overpowering, so I made a brief appearance, sadly missing Joey Hairy-Ass who showed up late. My camera broke, but Billy did capture a few pics, including this bizarre profile shot. You don't attend a Kenny Sharf retrospective without a bubble helmet shaped wig--it simply isn't done! (And yes that is a Christmas ornament I'm recycling as an earring.)
I was bellowing loudly "I certainly don't want a free book!" and "I wouldn't even consider having it autographed so please don't offer"--on and on and on until Kenny said "Come by the studio and I'll give yoo one. I turned on my heel and said I didn't want one. Just a pig in a wig--my trademark.
And Billy snapped these detail pics of my pitiful man-icure hopefully camouflaged somewhat by my oversized ring and clock my purse!
I have never enjoyed her films, but I do enjoy her occasional musings on Huffpo.
MASKS FOR SALE BY JAMIE LEE CURTIS:
As I travel to Ohio on my first airplane trip during this flu crisis, I am immediately taken with the advertising possibilities. As a brilliant self-promoter, after all, I am the walking advertisement for good digestive health as the Activia Lady. I realize there is a mountain of money to be made on selling your mask space to the highest bidder. It's a white rectangle, so boring that I wonder, "How long before Pepsi, Nike, and Pepsi have their logos blazoned across germ masks around the world?" I wouldn't be surprised if even Chanel makes its own, with the interlocking reversed C's -- at a premium, of course. Then, there would be the knockoff ones that would get sold on the streets of New York -- and then the people arrested for selling the fakes. Revenue everywhere.
Just two days after 2,000 LGBT New Yorkers and our allies went to Albany to show the power of our community, our voices have been heard: the marriage equality bill has moved through committee and has been put on the Assembly calendar as a live bill, meaning that marriage could be brought to the floor for a vote at any time starting next week.
We need YOU to call your Assemblymember and ask them to vote for the marriage equality bill (A.7732/O'Donnell). Tell them you support marriage for same-sex couples and want them to do the same.
The time is NOW to take action—make your call TODAY!
GAY MARRIAGE IN IOWA: NOT WORTH THE MOVE (FROM THE ONION)
For Gay Couple, Fulfilling Lifelong Dream Of Marriage Not Worth Moving To Iowa
NEW YORK—Having their sworn commitment to each other and all related rights therein recognized by the highest court of a sovereign U.S. state is ultimately not worth the hassle of moving to Iowa, longtime partners Danny Mindlin and Alex Small determined Monday. "Alex and I want to grow old together, but we'd have to drive six hours just to get a mezzaluna at Restoration Hardware," said Mindlin, who claimed he "couldn't survive" without a strawberry frosted cupcake from Amy's Bread after yoga every Thursday. "And where would we summer? Dubuque? I think we'll just buy a townhouse and live in an unrecognized union with beautiful granite countertops instead." The couple told reporters that their plans to adopt also weighed heavily in the decision, since they want to raise a child who is healthy, balanced, and "not tacky."
HERE'S THE SEQUEL TO THE TALENTED FELLOW WHO BROKE THAT MASON JAR INSIDE HIS ASSHOLE. JUST IMAGINE WHAT THE TALENTED FELLOW CAN DO WITH A SCREWDRIVER! I HAD TO STOP WATCHING WHEN THE BLOOD STARTED GUSHING. BEWARE: EXTREMELY VILE!
THE WHOLE SHOT IS A CLOSE-UP AND SHE LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME! WITH ALL THAT PARTYING? I GUESS BLACK DON'T CRACK EVEN WHEN IT'S ON CRACK! AS ALWAYS< SHE'S FASCINATING...
My drag sister and Miami socialite drag ELaine Lancaster has just completed a poolside photo shoot and she looks dynamite! Here's my favorite snap.
Elaine was in the news today because she decided, in her whimsical (ie: retarded) way, to side with Carrie Prejean against Perez Hilton. SHe doesn't make a lot of sense in the video, but I've not come to expect much from my dear, daffy friend. There is a video blog in which she explains her position on the issue.
FROM MIAMI NEW TIMES:
Elaine Lancaster to Perez Hilton: "Leave Miss California Alone!" By Kyle Munzenrieder in The Z List
Queen fight! Attention, everyone, Queen fight! No, seriously: It's South Beach's reigning queen versus the self-proclaimed "Queen of All Media" fighting over a beauty queen.
Miami's premier drag queen and local paragon of sophistication and elegance, Elaine Lancaster, took to Steve Rothaus's Herald Blog today to give Perez Hilton a videotaped lesson in manners.
Miss Lancaster was beside herself when Hilton, on his blog, called her fellow beauty queen, Miss California Carrie Prejean, a B-word and a C-word. "Now, what kind of person does that? Not anyone I know, or would care to know!"
Thought a laser performance (striking invisible notes in the air to “Bar A Thym”) while simultaneously programming live keys was leading edge? How about mixing flawlessly on 3 adjacent old school reel-to-reels? Those are by most standards quite impressive but just wait ‘til you SEE what the man himself, DJ/Producer Kerri Chandler has in store, forever changing the face of the DJ set. Using the very latest digital technology, Kerri will be incorporating actual 3D virtual projections of singers performing the exact tune that he’s simultaneously playing. That’s right. Holographic Performances of legendary singers Barbara Tucker, Monique Bingham, Kenny Bobien, D-Train, Arnold Jarvis, Michelle Weeks, Dawn Tallman and so many others will appear as Dance Musical apparitions singing along to the very track he’s playing in real time. As the brainchild of one of the world’s most innovative DJs, Kerri’s motive is to pay a veritable homage to the (otherwise forgotten) vocalist in a club world of one mindless track after another. He reverts to the singer’s importance, frustrated by the current state of Dance affairs and rightfully states, “I am very upset that the newer generation of clubbers coming to the parties don't have any idea, don't know or even care about the "real" songs that so many [singers] put [their] heart and soul into.”
Mr. Chandler will be launching this never-before-seen musical science at Santo’s Party House in NYC on May 2, 2009 and making the international debut the second week of May 8-10, 2009 at Southport Weekender Music Festival in the UK. Until now the stuff of TV Science Fiction and achieved on the diplomatic front with Prince Charles virtually speaking at Abu Dhabi’s World Summit, this innovation is about to beam into the club, and we intend to be front row & center. For more info on Kerri Chandler pls visit SIMPLYCOOLMUSIC.COM.
I usually prefer to see Shakespeare done in the time period in which it was written in, but this all make cast set in a prison sounds interesting to check out--if Shakespeare is your cup of AZT. Even though it is sponsored by Bloomberg. I haven't been keeping an eye on local politics, but apparently he's a nightmare who has already signed his own law enabling him to serve a 3rd term and he's so rich that he can buy the truth. Apparently, he got this through by buying off the would-be front-runner guaranteeing them enough campaign contributions to win after he (if he) decides to chuck the notion of a 4th term.
FROM BAM:
I write to spread the word about an exciting Shakespeare production coming soon to the BAM Harvey Theater. From May 6—17, the fiercely physical, all-male Shakespeare troupe Propeller returns to BAM with a staging of The Bard’s still-incendiary work The Merchant of Venice—and we want you to be there.
Why? Because director Edward Hall sets the play in a prison, of all places. Or because The Guardian (UK) called the production “spot on in every way.” Or maybe just because Propeller’s take on Shakespeare is as fiery, audacious, and textually committed as any troupe we’ve ever seen. If you were lucky enough to catch them in Twelfth Night or Taming of the Shrew (BAM 2007 Spring Season), then you need no convincing. Otherwise, reserve your seats today for what promises to be an absolutely unforgettable show.
April/2009 - Kyle Maynard's MMA debut didn't end in a win for him, but he's set a new precedent for people with disabilities everywhere.
AND THE COMMENTS! HERE'S A FEW:
robbiedaug (21 minutes ago) 0 Reply What can the guy do? He has no punch or kick. What was the idea here? He has no grappling skills. His stubby little stumps must feel like a kid hitting you. How is he supposed to make a knock out when he can't reach above the knees. Sad video. The able bodied guy would feel like a loser if he laced into the disabled guy and beat him. What sort of honor would he earn by beating this little guy?
garyufcdevlin (43 minutes ago) 0 Reply this is hilarious,whats his finishing move???? sucking the other guys dick when he gets close?? stupid little fucking dog should be kept in his kennell,the only reason people are born like this is for our entertainment. i mean whats more funny than a guy with gimped out limbs?.................NOTHING !!!! Trajedya84 (1 hour ago) 0 Reply
OMG ITS SPIDER MAN!!!!111 LOL anomicbomb (1 hour ago) 0 Reply This is just a pathetic embarassment. I don't find it insperational at all. The only thing this guy proved is that he is not only physically disabled, he is severely delusional and possibbly mentally retarded., This guy inspires me as much as a bug flying into a bug zapper. He should stick to playing fetch.
ROCHESTER, NY'S FRIED CHICKEN CHAIN RAN OUT OF CHICKEN RECENTLY! HERE'S AN ACTUAL NEWS REPORT:
PANDORA BOX, a resident of Rochester sent me this and I emailed her back to ask "Why can't these people cook?". She responded: "The funniest thing where that Popeye's is on Lake Avenue here, there is a Tops Supermarket literally about ten feet away. That's why it's even MORE ridiculous!".
In the 70's, the whole nation was reciting Geraldine's catchphrase, "The devil made me buy this dress" and when the sassy Geraldine appeared on The Flip WIlson Show every week, the whole country was in a panic! And I love that these clips show miss thing with two sports stars. And her cellphone with kill you! I also worship that little dance she punctuates each punch line with. Too much!
With Joe Namath! What is his accent? It's like John Travolta in Welcome Back, Kotter. And catch the music on Geraldine's heavenly entrance!
THE DELIGHTFULLY BIZARRE CREATIONS OF ALDO LANZANI
Aldo is a milanese knitwear wunderkind who makes these insane masks--excuse me, I meant crocheted revolutionary balaclavas! That touch of experimental high fashion with a heavy dose of Sigmund THe Sea Monster really drives me wild. I was just thinking the other day, "It's hard to find veils thick enough!".
You can also check out some still photographs on his myspace page, where I also realized that he's a distant member of the House of Aviance!
VIDEO OF HIS RECENT GALLERY SHOW
FOR YOU POOR DEARS WHO MAY NOT HAVE BEEN TAINTED BY THE SATURDAY MORNING SID AND MARTY KROFFT PRODUCTION FEATURING RIP TAYLOR (!!!!), HERE'S THE INTRO:
I love playing disco at Splash on Sundays, but I also relish the chance to play some newer tunes and I finally have a new gig on Friday nights at Brandon Voss and Tony Fornabio's new shindig Rockit at the gorgeous Hell's Kitchen venue Amalia. Come by!
And although a flight delay caused me to miss Splash's Free Tea this past Sunday, I'll be there for the next several weeks. The weather is GORGEOUS, so come see me!
WITH HISTORY, VIDEO CLIPS AND PICS FROM JEZEBEL.COM. SHE GOT HER BIG BREAK AT 50--THERE'S STILL HOPE FOR ME!
HERE'S AN EXCERPT:
3.) Breaking the Mold Having reached the crest of her career in middle age, and being 5'9, with a baritone voice, Arthur was not exactly the ingenue. With her trademark, cutting one-liners, Arthur was way too salty for the sugar-and-spice female stereotype. Instead of fighting the aging process cosmetically, she used it to get a laugh and earn a buck, as seen in this Golden Girls clip.
During "The Miracle Worker" play, a young actress portraying the blind and deaf Helen Keller misjudges the distance toward the front of the stage and falls off. Without much disturbance the play went on as usual.
ADORA SENT ME THIS LINK TO MIAMI GAY PRIDE PICS. PATTI LABELLE WAS THEIR GRAND MARSHALL, BUT IS NOT PICTURED HERE--UNLESS I AM CONFUSING MIAMI AND MIAMI BEACH GAY PRIDE. PLENTY OF HUNKS AT BOTH, I'M SURE!
The Goddess Bunny, a deformed transvestite, lipsynchs to a few songs (among them "Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows" and "Judy's Turn To Cry"), is interviewed, and does a demented tap dance with an umbrella. Also featuring a dance from Goddess Bunny's deformed black midget friend.
I HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO WATCH THEM ALL, BUT APPARENTLY THIS IS A FULL-LENGTH DOCUMENTARY ON THE GODDESS!
This is supposedly a live feed from a TODAY SHOW performance of IF I WERE A BOY. Please watch until 2:50--the notes are shocking. But the bizarre thing is, after that, she sings one nice riff. But this definitely sounds like her voice to me, so I'm not so sure it's fake. What gags me is her confidence to go for notes which she clearly can't hit knowing that the audience will never hear them. Why even have the mic on if you sound that rotten? Even some of the lower stuff sounds completely tone-deaf.
Wear a condom while reading this: My sit-down with the Russian-born gay-porn czar
By Michael Musto
A mass of contradictions, Michael Lucas is the Russian-born gay-porn mogul/star who releases movies like Farts!, Feet!, and South Beach Seductions, but calls his grandmother four times a day and regularly goes to the opera.
A tireless self-promoter, albeit with real personality and pathos, Lucas is an easy target in the gay world, but he doesn't mind the criticisms anymore. In fact, he dutifully recited the most common ones to me over dinner: "He's a Zoolander, he's the ugliest man on earth, he's Joan Crawford mixed with something else, he's the victim of surgery, he's 100 years old . . ." Whatever. Lucas is just glad to be talked about—and to talk.
The man's plump lips love to flap away in between sex engagements. He regularly mouths off about subjects like Palestine ("They're promising to destroy lives, so why would Israel allow them to have this neighboring state?") and African-Americans ("They're racist, anti-Semitic, and homophobic," he asserted to me, but generously added that he doesn't mean all of them).
AN INTERVIEW SNIPPET:
MM: What's not sexy to you about a guy? ML: When I was a hustler, I slept with four or five people a day. It always stayed up. The best thing is, don't talk to the person. After you talk, sometimes it goes down. MM: Did you ever bottom? ML: Only top. Otherwise, my asshole would look like ground beef right now—like it was eaten by a zombie. MM: And it wasn't? But wait, you missed out on all that income. ML: No one wants me to bottom. When they see my dick, they want to suck it. MM: I feel that way about doughnuts.
PediSedate is a medical device consisting of a colorful, toy-like headset that connects to a game component such as the Nintendo Game Boy system or a portable CD player. Once the child places it on his or her head and swings the snorkel down from its resting place atop the head, PediSedate transparently monitors respiratory function and distributes nitrous oxide, an anesthetic gas. The child comfortably becomes sedated while playing with a Nintendo Game Boy system or listening to music. This dramatically improves the hospital or dental experience for the child, parents and healthcare providers.
NO, I'M NOT ASKING YOU FOR A DATE. I'M LETTING YOU KNOW ABOUT A DOCUMENTARY ON POLLUTION WHICH AIRS NATIONWIDE ON PBS TONIGHT. IN NYC, PBS IS ON CHANNEL 13.
I was listening to a radio show on which an environmentalist was claiming that while the Earth Days in the 1970's had huge turn-outs, pollution no longer shocked people. I suppose people are more inclined to focus on global warming these. But the expert interviewed today claimed that extensive studies on fish and frogs were uncovering extensive deformities, some due to copper from tires which finds it's way into our water stream. And that the deformities would begin slowly developing in humans as well. Maybe those campy sci-fi horror films with atomic mutants weren't so far off base. I didn't take notes on the radio program and I'm not really a science buff, but this documentary does sound fascinating--and disturbing. And I did just watch a CNN segment about the death of the crabbing industry so I don't think the claims of extensive pollution problems are being made only by lefty alarmists.
FROM WNET:
More than three decades after the Clean Water Act , two iconic waterways -- the great coastal estuaries of Puget Sound and the Chesapeake Bay -- are in perilous condition. With polluted runoff still flowing in from industry, agriculture and massive suburban development, scientists fear contamination to the food chain and drinking water for millions of people. A growing list of endangered species is also threatened in both estuaries.
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I'M MAKING MY TUCSON DEBUT THIS SATURDAY AT GAY WEST--FOR MORE INFO/TIX CLICK HERE. WITH ROPE-A-STEER AND A SALOON-STYLE CAN-CAN SHOW. AND CHECK OUT LUCINDA HOLLIDAY, MY WACKY CO-STAR!
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Ask Your Legislators to Support Gov. Paterson's Marriage Bill
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Horse cock, maybe. TMZ is reporting that the police who took the report didn't mentioned paparazzi, although Madge's camp is claiming that a shutterbug jumped out of a bush and frightened the horse and it threw her.
Madonna is either a really poor equestrian or a liar--or both. Remember the last time she fell off of a horse and broke her collar bone? And then went on a dance-heavy world tour a couple months later? Sorry, but old bones don't heal that fast--I know this from personal experience. She probably had some work done--what's the big deal? Why cook up a silly lie? I see she's still working those oversized sunglasses to cover her brand new not too well-received new cheek implants. Maybe those will be shrinking while recovering from her "riding accident". And check out the pic below--I think we now know where A-Rod was getting those steroids! But whatever she's doing, I have to admit she looks sexy at 50!
AND BEFORE YOU MADGE DIEHARD FANS SQUAWK THAT I'M BEING MEAN, THIS IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE TMZ COMMENTS. HERE ARE A FEW:
8. i know what really happened. she was playing "Catherine the Great" and the horse fell on HER
9. Quick, go adopt an african baby and diffuse the bold face lie.
11. Well, well, well, now lets examine this shall we? Had she been hurt in any way other than bruises or scratches, I have to wonder IF the bitch would have stuck to her lie and pursued a law suit against the alleged photographer. Spin control huh? Spin control my ass, call a spade a spade bitch, YOU LIED, and the ONLY thing that saved your lying ass is the fact that you did not identify by name the photographer because than the photographer could have turned around and sued your lying ass for defamation of character, slander and the like, RIGHT LIAR?
12. that horse got one sniff of the tunafish casserole between those legs and tossed that whore
13. Here's what really happened: .....Madonna's caustic acidic snatch juices ate thru her clothing and the leather saddle and then burned the horse's back, causing it to rear up in pain and throw off the offending evil parasite from its back.
I just worship this sanctified sissy! He doesn't seem terribly happy in this video, but I guess he feels real, so that's ok. He actually looks a little bit like NYC drag queen Peppermint, although she's prettier and might not like this comparison. And I love his costume changes and the disco fan! Not to mention dancing with balloons.
Here. it sings live and sounds great.
In this video for his follow-up hit, Miss Thing just prances--and she must have been eating good off her royalties from Mighty Real cuz she has gained wait and is sporting a sick jacket with his name on the back. The camera barely focuses on Sylvester and I guess they didn't have the budget to bring the Two Tons of Fun onto this show, but at least they did spring for have those sick disco rag dancers! This is true disco madness.
AND THER ARE A FEW NEW UPCOMING DISCO NIGHTS IN NYC:
DOUBLE HEADED DISCO SATURDAY, APRIL 25TH 10 PM
No cover. No shade
NOWHERE 322 E 14 Street Every last Saturday.
SUNDAY: I'M BACK AT SPLASH'S FREE TEA ON THE NEXT 3 SUNDAYS FROM 7-11 NO COVER!
ON June 11th, AMFAR will be honoring me along with Patricia Field and Cleve Jones (founder of the AIDS Quilt and contemporary of Harvey Milk). GAG! This Sunday will be the kick-off party and there will be raffles for tickets, sexy dancers, free booze and condoms which I hope to use several of--they make the best turnicates!
The same night:
KENNY SHARF! AND YOU KNOW I LOVE KENNY OR I WOULDN'T BE PLUGGING HIS NIGHT ON THE NIGHT OF MY OWN! BUT MINE'S EARLY SO HIT BOTH! I AM!
SUSANNE BARTSCH, KENNY KENNY & KENNY SCHARF invite you to celebrate the BOOK LAUNCH OF KENNY SCHARF
AT VANDAM SUNDAYS
SUNDAY APRIL 26. 2009 10:00 PM - until COMP COCKTAILS 10 - 11:00 VANDAM VODKA SPECIAL ALL NIGHT (VODKA W. MIXER OF YOUR CHOICE )
DJ: JOHNNY DYNELL & SAMMY JO SHOW: PEPPERMINT
EVERGREENS: DIRTY MARTINI, AJOSHUA & CHUCK ATTIX
DOWNSTAIRS: DESI MONSTER & LADYFAG DJ: WILL
EARLY DJ SET: ANDY REYNOLDS (of East Village Radio's Penetration Show)
150 VARICK ST @ VANDAM at greenhouse
And on Mondays, THE WEB, a popular midtown gaysian bar, starts it's Disco Mondays with DJ Billy to go along with their other insane theme nights like the one pictured below. Work the boots!
If you visit their site, there are so many kooky photo galleries. The pic below is not DJ Billy or even anyone from the new disco night, it's from a Heaven and Hell theme night. I'm not sure what this outfit has to do with either but I love it!
Does this ad for Lance brand snacks seem a little odd to anyone else? I mean, not only is lance a synonym for rod/penis, but the crackers appear to be shoved up the kid's butt even though they are actually in his back pocket, but at a weird angle. And I am so far removed from youthful enthusiasm that I am mistaking his facial expression for one of the terror/pain of taking a big one without lube? Who carries snacks hanging out of their back pockets anyway? Seems very odd to me but I guess on some level the ad is a success cuz I'm blabbing about it now. My mom always kept those vile Lance peanut butter or "cheese" crackers in her purse at all points. Until I was forced to murder her.
And while we're on the subject of pedophilia and advertising, Air America host Ron Cooby made an interesting point today. American Apparel took a screen shot from a Woody Allen film and used in in an ad campaign. Woody's lawyer sent them a cease and desist and they did, about a year ago. Now Woody is suing American Apparel for defamation of character, claiming that his good name was damaged by the illegal association with American Apparel. Ron argued Woody, you married your daughter! Any association would be a good one because you couldn't sink any lower.
And just to end on a cheerier note, how about this Underoos commercial?
420: Thoughts on Pot vs. Alcohol from a Former Police Chief by Norm Stamper
As 5:00 p.m. rolls around my interior clock starts chiming. I'll have an ice-cold, bone-dry martini, thank you. Jalapeno olives and a twist. If the occasion calls for it (temperatures in the twenties, a hot political debate on the tube) I may substitute two fingers of Kentucky sour mash. Four-twenty? Doesn't resonate. But with April 20 approaching and Waldos of the world gearing up to celebrate their favorite day of the year, it's not a bad time to consider, yet again, the pluses and minuses of alcohol vs. cannabis.
First, a disclaimer: I am a member of Law Enforcement Against Prohibition, but I don't officially represent the organization in this forum. That said, I can't very well check my affiliation, or beliefs, at the keyboard when I sit down to blog for HuffPost. We at LEAP are current and former cops and other criminal justice practitioners who have witnessed firsthand the futility and manifold injustices of the drug war. Our professional experiences have led us to conclude that the more dangerous an illicit substance--from crack to krank--the greater the justification for its legalization, regulation, and control. It is the prohibition of drugs that leads inexorably to high rates of death, disease, crime, and addiction.
Back to booze vs. pot. How do the effects of these two drugs stack up against specific health and public safety factors?
Alcohol-related traffic accidents claim approximately 14,000 lives each year, down significantly from 20 or 30 years ago (attributed to improved education and enforcement). Figures for THC-related traffic fatalities are elusive, especially since alcohol is almost always present in the blood as well, and since the numbers of "marijuana-only" traffic fatalities are so small. But evidence from studies, including laboratory simulations, feeds the stereotype that those under the influence of canniboids tend to (1) be more aware of their impaired psychomotor skills, and (2) drive well below the speed limit. Those under the influence of alcohol are much more likely to be clueless or defiant about their condition, and to speed up and drive recklessly.
Hundreds of alcohol overdose deaths occur annually. There has never been a single recorded marijuana OD fatality.
I LOVE THAT ABOVE AVERAGE PRODUCTION VAKUES AND EDITING ARE USED IN THIS COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS FARTFEST. IT'S FROM COLLEGE HUMOR ORIGINALS BUT ISN'T THIS MORE LKE JUNIOR HIGH? WHICH IS PRECISELY WHY I POSTED IT!
I know it's stupid, but I got a mild chuckle from it and posting it gave me an excuse not to go to the gym again!
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
Dear Diary, For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
________________________________ MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
________________________________ TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
_______________________________ WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
_______________________________ THURSDAY: Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.
He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me.
Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank. _________________________________ FRIDAY: I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.
Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
________________________________ SATURDAY: Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
________________________________ SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over he's sprinkle diamonds on the floor.
One teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole.
The ball hit one of the men.
He immediately clasped his hands together at his groin, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in agony.
The woman rushed down to the man, and immediately began to apologize.
'Please allow me to help. I'm a Physical Therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you'd allow me,' she told him.
'Oh, no, I'll be all right. I'll be fine in a few minutes,' the man replied. He was in obvious agony, lying in the fetal position, still clasping his hands there at his groin.
At her persistence, however, he finally allowed her to help.
She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, loosened his pants and put her hands inside.
She administered tender and artful massage for several long moments and asked, 'How does that feel?'
He replied: It feels great, but I still think my thumb's broken!
I don't know much about this gal, but this song and performance are insane! Here is a brief bio from MSN Music:
"Little" Donna Hightower had a dynamic, big voice and made some fine shouting records for Decca and RPM in the '50s. Unfortunately, she never landed any hits, but that wasn't due to any lack of skill. She not only had range and power, but was equally compelling doing sentimental, soft ballads. She was backed by the orchestras of Horace Henderson and Maxwell Davis on the Decca and RPM material, respectively. ~ Ron Wynn, All Music Guide
Lady Esther Gyn sent me this link to pics of Sao Paolo residents who decided to wear their underwear one day last week. I don't think I can hold back on that visit down under much longer!
This song and video are winners. Love the balloon people and the lyrics!
But those lyrics are nothing compared to the little ditty she penned for George W. Bush, FUCK YOU VERY MUCH. The music, with a feel-good piano riff which reminds me of the WELCOME BACK, KOTTER theme, is the perfect background for her acidic ode to the Bush years. A pop princess with something bold to say? How refreshing!
The Boudoir is a make-over clinic in England who help groom members of the trangendered community. I got quite a tickle from their fancifully-worded email announcing their plans to attend The Royal Ascot en masse. You may choose to join them, and pay for the privelege of looking like this--but with big hats, as proper protocol dictates for such an occasion. I didn't get the part about avoiding the drunken lads, but I guess I ain't no lady! But I would pay a queen's ransom to attend one of Hyancinth Bouquet's candlelight suppers. I worship KEEPING UP APPEARANCES!
The Boudoir's Visit To Royal Ascot 2009
The Boudoir is absolutely thrilled to announce that we are once again organising our very popular trip to Royal Ascot. Last year we very successfully returned after four years absence from the track. Since we had last graced the most prestigious racing event of the year with our presence, a lot had changed at Ascot, primarily the fabulous new grandstand had been built giving Ascot a much more modern feel.
Royal Ascot 2009
It was a wonderful day, and all The Boudoir Royal Ascot Team are really champing at the bit (to use racing parlance) to again provide you with the most fantastic Ascot experience that you could imagine. The date for this extravaganza is Wednesday 17th June 2009, the day before Ladies' Day. We do not go on Ladies' Day as where there are lots of lovely ladies in sexy dresses, you will also unfortunately find lots of drunken lads.
Pre-Race Grooming
As we did last year, we are going to base ourselves from a hotel near to Ascot where we will be performing makeovers, hair and nails on t he morning. Every measure will be taken to make sure20that all of our gurls look stunning for their day at Royal Ascot. We will have booked a number o f rooms at the hotel for Tuesday 16th June 2009 so that you can arrive the evening before, get a good night’s sleep and be fresh and ready for your morning makeover the next day. Please just let us know if you do require a hotel room for the Tuesday evening. You may even want to stay in the hotel on the Wednesday night too as you may well be drinking a fair amount of champagne at Ascot - especially if a few winners come in for you!!
Pre-Season Training
Ascot is renowned for being a place where you must dress to impress!! The right outfit, hat, shoes and accessories are integral. As well as dressing to look the part, it is vital that you have an outfit that you can comfortably spend a whole day in, whilst walking around on grass, walking up and down stairs and generally functioning in with minimal difficulty. We are not supplying outfits or accessories for Ascot, but we can arrange an Escorted Shopping Trip in advance where we will help you to buy the right outfit, hat and all the accessories you will need.
And They're Off!!
A coach will arrive at the hotel to take us all to Ascot Racecourse where The Boudoir's own marquee will be all set up and ready f or our arrival. We will be greeted with a glass of Bucks Fizz by my team that will be waiting on us for the duration of the day. This marquee wil l be our base throughout the day. It will be laden with a delicious buffet, comfortable chairs and mirrors for those important make up pit stops throughout the day!! We will have a sumptuous Ascot-inspired buffet lunch in our marquee in the picnic area before venturing over to the Main Grandstand to watch the Royal Procession. After the Royals have played second fiddle to us gorgeous girls who really do steal the show, we will have a little flutter on the fillies and of course if we win, maybe we’ll venture over to the champagne tent for a splash more bubbly!!
And They're On The Final Straight Now
When we have had enough, or our shoes start to really kill us, we can totter back to the marquee for delicious afternoon tea and strawberries and cream!! We will then relax here, eating and drinking till the sun starts to go down. At around 6pm our coach will return to whisk us out of Ascot and back to our hotel to either get changed back or continue enjoying your evening in the hotel bar or restaurant.
It's A Photo Finish!!
The cost of this whole day experience is £295 - this will include the following: Full makeover, wig styling (in accordance with your hat) an d nails (false or your own) - Transport to and fro m Royal Ascot - Your General Admission Ticket to get you into the Main Grandstand - Unlimited food and drink (alcoholic and soft) throughout the day - A CD Rom of photos of your day at Royal Ascot.
Here's The Deal
If you would like to book a place on this outing please email Jodie Lynn at info@theboudoironline.com or call 020 8211 1666. A 50% deposit will be required to confirm your place on this event and we will need to collect full payment at least two weeks before Wednesday 17th June 2009. This really is a unique and memorable day out that has always been a roaring success. Why not add this trip to your list of your fabulous Boudoir events!!
Like Ike and Tina's ROLLING ON THE RIVER, this was such a massive, inescapable hit from my childhood that I guess I never noticed how twisted and sever her chunky frosted highlights were--more like stripes, really. And this gal is still touring! Here's a pic from her fansite from 2002 and she looks terrific.
I thought she kind of came out as a mexican after her career died down, but she did record a Spanish-titled album as early as 1970 with many more to come. I could be wrong about this, but I think that the US wasn't ready for an hispanic diva like Charo or J-Lo yet so they homogenized her ethnicity at first. My memory can get clouded by the mexican valium I just popped.
This tidbit's from her WIKIPEDIA entry, which is worth digging around for trivia. Her first album was called COLOR HER GREAT, another DON'T BREAK MY PRETTY BALLOON and one featured liner notes by Ethel Merman!
Carr also achieved the rare feat of singing for five presidents during her career: Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Ronald Reagan, George Bush, and Bill Clinton. Ford writes in his autobiography, A Time to Heal, that when Carr appeared at the White House, she asked the president, "What Mexican dish do you like?" His response: "I like you." He goes on to write that the First Lady was not pleased: "Betty overheard the exchange, and needless to say, she wasn't wild about it."
I wasn't old enough to hit the clubs during her height, but the story-song is so dramatic that I'm sure that the drag queens of the day must have lip-synched the hell out of it, complete with a princess phone as a prop. Personally, I love the idea of starting, as Vikki does in the clip below, while seated and standing up for the chorus! Watch for this trick in my upcoming shows!
My neighbor found out her dog could hardly hear so she took it to the vet.
He found that the problem was hair in its ears.
He cleaned both ears and the dog could hear fine.
The vet then proceeded to tell the lady that if she wanted to keep this from recurring she should go to the store and get some 'Nair' hair remover and rub it in the dog's ears once a month.
The lady went to the drug store and got some 'Nair' hair remover.
At the register the druggist told her, 'If you' re going to use this under your arms don't use deodorant for a few days.'
The lady said, 'I'm not using it under my arms.'
The druggist said. 'If you're using it on your legs don't shave for a couple of days.'
The lady said, 'I'm not using it on my legs either. If you must know, I'm using it on my schnauzer.'
The druggist said, 'Stay off your bicycle for a week.'
FROM THE CLUB CULTURE NEWSLETTER AVAILABLE AT SKRUFFF.COM:
Vietnamese authorities announced plans to ban dancing at karaoke clubs this week in a move to reduce ecstasy use.
“Ecstasy always goes with wine and music so if the state doesn’t ban dancing, karaoke establishments will be misused. So we suggested not dancing at karaoke establishments,” Culture, Sports and Tourism minister Mr. Le Anh Tuyen told official government website VNExpress news.
“The concept of dancing is very large,” he added, “Depending on the situation, inspectors will decide who violates the rules and at what level. If someone dances to soft music and doesn’t drink wine, doesn’t scream, the punishment will be gentle.”
Describing karaoke singing as 'a cultural activity always latent with social evils' Mr. Le Anh Tuyen also suggested ‘if someone wants to dance, go to discotheques’ adding that discos in luxury hotels are to have closing hours extended from midnight to 2am. Expat party promoters Dan Dockery and Giles Cooper were distinctly unimpressed.
“Hopefully these new regulations might bring some changes to the pitiful nightlife scene here, but, er, I bloody doubt it,” said Dan.
“As for hotel bars and clubs, most feature dreadful DJs grinning relentlessly whilst spinning ‘Pump Up the Jam’ for the fourth time and have crap atmospheres. Drinks are usually expensive and the clientele generally consist of more than a few scarlet ladies and their short-term contractors for the night. Nice. Pump it up, pump it up,” he laughed.
“What a fucking joke,” Giles chipped in. “A law prohibiting dancing- good fucking lord. I have a feeling sense will prevail and that won't make the cut in the final law. By all mean ban drugs and ban prostitution, no problem . . but no dancing?!”
I can't believe this nut had such a big budget for this crazy, swinging video! Are people too dumb to appreciate eccentricity these days? Just a theory...
Elva Ruby Connes (October 5, 1907 – July 5, 1997), who recorded under the name Mrs. Elva Miller (and usually simply called "Mrs. Miller"), was an American singer who gained some notoriety in the 1960s for her versions of popular songs like "Moon River", "Monday, Monday", "A Lover's Concerto", and "Downtown" rendered in an untrained, Mermanesque, vibrato-laden voice, often out of tune and off the beat. Her whistling, which was equally wobbly, also featured on a number of her records. According to Irving Wallace, David Wallechinsky, and Amy Wallace in The Book of Lists 2, her voice was often compared to the sound of "roaches scurrying across a trash can lid."
Her rendition of Downtown sounds like a karaoke version as she sings over a professional instrumental section. It includes an instance where she briefly breaks into giggling and several moments where she apparently forgets the lyrics she is singing. Despite this, her "Downtown" single cracked the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart in 1966, peaking at #82. A subsequent Mrs. Miller single, "Let's Hang On!", did not fare as well.
Here is an unusual interpretation of her hit, DOWNTOWN. I came twice.
This is a very moving and well-done video. I did wince to see it kick off with Stephen Marley, since it's odd for a song about world peace and unity to be sung someone from Jamaica, a violently homophobic country where gay-bashing and even killing seems to be a cherished national pastime. Maybe I need to let go of my old prejudices and heal and come together as the video suggests, but I can't help but wonder if Stephen Marley considers ME his brother or his sister. If he did, he probably couldn't even sell a record in his own country. There is a Jamaican area in the garment district I passed through with another obviously gay person and with 5 minutes, we were threatened and insulted three times--one guy put a gun to his head as if that's what he'd like to do to us. It's tough to be charitable to someone who openly curses and threatens you with imaginary weapons. But hopefully things are changing, said the begrudgingly chipper drag queen cynic.
"The Price of Silence"
Created in 1948 the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR) set forth the basic rights of every human being, yet 60 years later in places the world over, violence, poverty and oppression hold sway.
To commemorate the 60th Anniversary of the UDHR, and to remind the world that violations of Human Rights are unacceptable anywhere, at any time, Link TV has produced a video, "The Price of Silence" for Amnesty International.
Set in the United Nations, the artists appear on the stage of the General Assembly, flanked by huge screens whose images reflect the lyrics, or project performances from foreign locations. Starting with just Stephen Marley, the performance grows until a full band occupies the stage, singing and rapping, and the delegates are out of their chairs, cheering and dancing.
David Alan Grier apologizes for saying Carrie Ann Inaba “can eat a dick”
After being eliminated last week, David Alan Grier lashed out at the Dancing with the Stars judges, particularly Carrie Ann Inaba, with whom he used to work on In Living Color.
On the dance floor after the show ended, he said, “There’s several people that can kiss my ass, but she’s definitely the first in line to wrap her lips around my asshole, literally. She can eat a dick. To stand up week after week and be humiliated by people who have no right to talk to me. I am proudest that I didn’t climb across that table and slap the shit out of every one of those judges and that’s my proudest accomplishment,” he told Access Hollywood during an on-camera interview.
While he talked, he kept a straight face and didn’t seem to be joking around, but he also wasn’t angry. His pro partner Kym Johnson seemed shocked, though, and kind of laughed before she tried to cover for him. Talking to Extra later, he repeated the line about being proud about “not slapping the shit out of not one but all three of those motherfuckers.” He also said he hasn’t seen “huger egos fueled by so little talent” and said, “Carrie Ann, her whole bio is four lines.”
And I love the fool who says "They want to bring the issues into my life." We're not going to just give up on equal rights because you don't want to be bothered to think about it!
This guy does a great job of dissecting it--and he doesn't even seem gay!
When Chip Duckett forwarded me this email, I assumed it was a joke site. It's not! Someone is actually marketing a ropeless "jump-rope"! I use it after my crunches with my weightless weights. "Skip, don't trip!" because real jump-roping is too difficult.
TRANSSEXUAL PUNK GODDESS JAYNE COUNTY LOOKING AMAZING IN BUTT MAGAZINE!
When I was one of the resident drag go-go dancers at the Pyramid club, a headliner came to town that had the whole jaded dump buzzing: Jayne County. I'd seen her on the local news in Chattanooga announcing that Wayne County of The Electric Chairs had switched to Jayne.
I met her in the basement before her soundcheck and we hit it off immediately--for some reason she wanted some diet pills and for some reason I had them. And I've always hated diet pills and obviously, dieting. Jayne's from Georgia and I'm from Chattanooga, Tennessee, so we had that southern thang going. We've lived together, fought tooth and nail, but somehow got through it and whatever our friendship's ups and downs were, I have seldom seen a more riveting entertainer. Sadly, the brilliant footage of her was not featured in Wigstock: The Movie. I asked the director why and he said "She scares straight people." Totally perplexed, I said "I hadn't realized that placating straight people was the goal of the film!" Anyway, Jayne now lives back in Georgia and I recently visited with her when she came to see the play I was in in January. But luckily, Butt magazine has published this interview online from a previous issue so that you, too, can catch up with the diva. Here's a sample, courtesy of Butt.
A STATEMENT FROM ALAN VAN CAPPELLE, THE HEAD OF EMPIRE STE PRIDE AGENDA:
Shortly after Vermont’s legislature voted to override Gov. Douglas’ veto earlier today, we released the following statement:
“We are thrilled that Vermont—another one of New York’s neighbors—has passed a marriage equality bill through the state legislature. Less than a week after Iowa’s Supreme Court recognized the need to recognize and protect same-sex couples and our families, more than two-thirds of Vermont’s legislature sent the same message by overriding Governor Jim Douglas’ veto.
Vermont was the first state to pass a law recognizing same-sex couples through civil unions and now becomes the first state to provide real marriage equality for same-sex couples through a vote in the state legislature. This is truly a victory for LGBT people in Vermont and across the country.
But I’m embarrassed for New York State.
We hope that our State Senate in New York will now look at three of the states that surround New York—Massachusetts, Connecticut and now Vermont—and realize that we are falling behind. Governor Paterson, Senator Schumer and Senator Gillibrand, every statewide official, the New York State Assembly, and a majority of New Yorkers already support passing a bill that would provide same-sex couples with the 1,324 rights and protections that come with a New York State marriage license.
Despite the prevailing wisdom that Albany is hopelessly dysfunctional, we have—time and time again over the years—proved that we can break through the gridlock and pass legislation providing equality for our community when most people thought it couldn’t be done. We are working daily with Democrats and Republicans in the State Senate and grassroots organizations across the state to make sure that we have the votes to pass a marriage bill this year. Patience is not always a virtue—our families cannot wait any longer.”
For those of you who are not familiar with the GAYVNs, the are the Oscars of the adult gay film industry. I know how I rant on about there being too many awards shows these days--remember when there were just the Oscars and the Grammys?--until I win one, of course. I also just 'dj'ed" for the Bravo A-List Awards pic below with the Real Housewives gang from Bravo looking like an amputee , so I guess I don't hate awards shows when I either win or am involved in them! But you knew I was rotten and that's why you're visited this blog!
“Michael Lucas was kind enough to cast me in Brothers' Reunion and I'm absolutely thrilled to receive an award for my acting abilities. Michael only phoned me the very day of the shoot. He told me to dress as a wacky older aunt and grab a cab to Times Square where I would interrupt an ongoing orgy. No biggie. Sounded like one of my average hooking clients to me. So I threw on my blonde Ann Miller wig and a floral caftan and proceeded to Michael's studio. My role called for me to walk in on Jason Crew and Jackson Wild fucking, horrified that they were fornicating in my parlor and dismissing them, with the camera zoomed in on my horrified face as I discovered that one of my favorite statuettes, that of an asian man, was now dripping with the condoms, cum and fecal matter resulting from the two actors' tryst. Are you guys hard yet?
CLOWNING ON THE SET OF BROTHERS' REUNION WITH MICHAEL LUCAS
“Without even knowing it, I'd been rehearsing for the scene for several days on a crystal binge cramming every tchotchke I could find in my own apartment into my own hungry hole. Still, it was with great zest that I tore into my improvised "script" and I'm sincerely delighted that the GayVNs recognized my talent.
WITH MY CO-STARS, JASON CREW AND JACK WILD
“Yet with all great wins, there can be a price to pay. Two controversies arose from this year’s GayVNs.
“First, Mr. Lucas took the microphone to lambaste everyone responsible for nominating Brent Corrigan, whose underage porn appearance is already well-documented in the adult film industry circles. Even in the Sodom and Gomorrah that is San Fransissy-co, most would agree that porno cameras should never roll on underage actors due to the peril it causes within the business which is Michael's livelihood. Even in my personal life, I wouldn't dream of filming the underage boys I regularly have sex with. They show up, I admit them, we have wild, drug-infused kinky orgies, I pay them and they leave. But I'd never, ever film dream of filming them in the act! Besides, I often fooled around when I was underage and it didn't screw my head up, did it? Um, maybe there is a better way to illustrate that point...
“But in chastising Corrigan's nominators, Michael was only trying to elevate his industry's standards, since underage porn doesn't exactly help the manner in which the already dimly-viewed industry is regarded. Then there was the incident where Corrigan's boyfriend was arrested for claiming to throw acid in Lucas's handsome face. This raises many questions:
“Whose side of the gory story is true--Michael's or Corrigan's?
“Is Michael upholding industry standards by damning Corrigan or is he simply seeking publicity? Or both?
“And most importantly, this alleged acid. Is it readily available and might it reduce pore size?
“Seriously, some might think that the Corrigan scandal has passed since Brent is now of legal age. Others, particularly those who make a living making and distributing legal porn, might think --in keeping with the law--that filming minors are forever taboo and that dignifying them in any way sends a dangerous signal. But although Michael, like Madonna or Britney Spears, thrives on scandal and the press which arises from it, as a friend of his I also know that he feels passionately about practically everything. I often ask him when I hear his latest rants, "Michael, are people really coming to a porn mogul's blog to hear about Muslims versus Israelis? Do cerebral issues like these actually sell adult films?" And I've heard Michael rant on about Corrigan long before the GayVNs--so I know this isn't some empty controversy which Michael's invented simply to steal the spotlight at this year's award ceremony--right or wrong, he feels very strongly about this. And in an era where "Whatever, girl!" has become a catchphrase in the gay community which can rarely even organize to fight for it's own rights, I find Michael's opinionated, unyielding stances refreshing.
WHAT'S MY MOTIVATION?
“I must personally take issue with the Gayvns for another reason: how could I possibly be nominated in a non-sexual category? If the adult film industry can embrace Buck Angel, a man with a vagina, surely a mere transvestite is not so freaky that I'm to be denied the existence of my considerable sex appeal. You think there aren't plenty of men who don't fancy a mature, plump, transvestite showgirl as a sexual partner? Harumph! Try telling that to the Manhattan's large homeless community who've often snored the night away while I greedily blew their scabby meat. Why, Michael himself remarked on the set of Brother's Reunion that Jason Crew's sizable dong popped up more than it had all day when I entered the set--not sporting some spicy, skin-baring slutwear but in a dowdy caftan and matronly wig! And not even Michael could be aware the I was wearing a 12 inch black butt plug during the entire shoot! That's non-sexual? I WAS ROCK HARD--well, my face was anyway, as you can see from the attached "on set" photos. And speaking of shameful plugs, here's a really shameless one!
“Though I have issues with a category, a win is a win. And I hope to parlay my non-sexual role into many sexual ones both on and off camera. Though I was unable to accept my award in person, I will be hopping into San Francisco to perform my one "woman" show, DEFINITELY NOT THE EASTER BUNNY! on April 9th, 10th and 11th at the deluxe Rrazz Room, located inside Hotel Nikko. I welcome well-wishers who'd like to congratulate me on my award, any new fans I may have made as a result of my Oscar-worthy appearance in Brothers' Reunion, lovers of raunchy cabaret, and of course, tranny-chasers. I'm staying right upstairs at the Nikko! And I brought that butt plug. But please bring fresh poppers. I've been on the road and mine are kinda old and giving me that tell-tale rash under my nose. And I would NEVER steal Chi Chi La Rue's look!”
I just got the word that Vermont has struck down their governer's veto on gay marriage, making four states which will allow gay marriage. Attitudes are definitely changing, as evidenced by this piece below. And at least they used real gays to play the homo couple--now THAT'S a real breakthrough!
IF YOU'RE IN SAN FRAN NEXT WEEKEND--CATCH MY ONE "WOMAN" SHOW AT THE DELUXE RRAZZ ROOM IN HOTEL NIKKO. HERE'S THE PRESS RELEASE:
Definitely Not The Easter Bunny! marks NYC drag star Lady Bunny's long-awaited return to the San Francisco cabaret circuit at the deluxe RRazz Room at Hotel Nikko. She'll appear in her one-"woman" show on Easter weekend at 10:30 on April 9th, 10th and 11th.
Best known for founding and organizing NYC's annual drag festival Wigstock (which became the subject of the 1995 documentary WIGSTOCK : THE MOVIE), Bunny keeps a high national profile with appearances on shows like THE COMEDY CENTRAL ROAST OF PAMELA ANDERSON, SEX AND THE CITY and has appeared in the feature films TO WONG FOO, HBO's DRAGTIME, RuPaul's STARRBOOTY, and most recently ANOTHER GAY SEQUEL: GAYS GONE WILD. Bunny also is one of Star magazine's Style Stalkers who contributes to the popular worst of the week column.
Bunny's delightfully demented comedy is a mixture of x-rated song parodies like DON'T LET YOUR SON GO DOWN ON ME and ALL THAT JIZZ--but for the Rrazz Room she's updated her classics with nods to Britney, Katy Perry and Rihanna--as if that poor girl needed another "hit"! In keeping with her late 1960's Dusty Springfield meets Don Rickles on LSD image, Bunny also peppers her act with racy one-liners in a LAUGH-IN style skit which leaves crowds gasping. But in the more intimate setting of the Rrazz Room, Bunny will pay vocal tributes to some of her favorite singers, from Shirley Bassey to Nancy Sinatra to William Hung. And of course, since Easter is a religious holiday, it won't surprise anyone to see Bunny on her knees by the end of this action-packed, hilariously raunchy evening!
Though Bunny has performed regularly at Trannyshack events over the years, she hasn't performed a full-length cabaret revue in San Francisco in 8 years since Josie's Juke Joint was open. (Bunny was 5 at the time.) So don't miss this rare hare hopping into town for a night of fun and frolic on her special holiday weekend. Bunny's hit dvd, RATED X FOR XTRA-RETARDED will be on sale after the show. It makes a perfect gift item and the featured Xmas medley alone is enough to horrify religious relatives and rid them from your lives forever.
DEFINITELY NOT THE EASTER BUNNY! is for mature audiences only.
It was so wonderful to hear John McCain hinting that he had made the wrong choice when asked recently on the news if he would support his former running mate in her presidential bid. He actually claimed that the GOP had several other fine candidates, including the pitiful Bobby Jindal who made that universally-reviled (by both dems and repubs alike) rebuttal to Obama's speech on the economy.
But I think it's so wonderful that Palin's family ties to trash continue to surface. squashing her chances even further. I realize that having a thieving sister-in-law doesn't damn Sarah, but I'll use any ammunition against that freak that I can find. Michelle Obama was slightly rebuffed for touching the queen of England the other day. Imagine if Palin were running thr country and introducing the Elizabeth to Trig, the first bastard.
FROM HUFPO:
ANCHORAGE, Alaska — Police say Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin's sister-in-law is accused of breaking into the same home twice to steal money.
Deputy Wasilla Police Chief Greg Wood says 35-year-old Diana Palin was arrested Thursday after she was confronted by the homeowner in the governor's hometown of Wasilla. She faces two counts of felony burglary and misdemeanor counts of criminal trespass and theft.
I THINK WE HAVE A STRAIGHT CHRIS CROCKER IN THE MAKING!
Of course, he sounds dutch and they do have the biggest white dicks I've ever encountered. So he might be a vagina-hurtin' dutch stallion! And I love that a guy with long hair is criticizing lesbians with short hair!
Last weekend I performed in New Haven on Friday and in Boston on Saturday. As I headed back to NYC, I realized that I'm headed home to liberal New York and realized, DAMN! Both of these states have legalized gay marriage and we don't in New York? Of course, New York State isn't nearly as liberal as NYC, but who'd have thunk that Iowa would be the next state to legalize it? The tide is turning!
FROM NY TIMES:
DES MOINES — Iowa became the first state in the Midwest to approve same-sex marriage on Friday, after the Iowa Supreme Court unanimously decided that a 1998 law limiting marriage to a man and a woman was unconstitutional.
FROM JONTY SKRUFFF'S CLUB CULTURE NEWSLETTER AVAILABLE AT SKRUFFF.COM:
'This simple piece of equipment will have a big impact on drug use in pubs and clubs. Traces of cocaine are also left on the cheeks and chin that are not visible to the naked eye and these show up bright green, too. It really is amazing.” (Metro, UK)
Blackburn cop Sergeant Alan Clayton reveals his force have happily started shining £40 UV torches up revelers’ nostrils to see if they’ve been snorting anything.
So I'm in Dallas performing and was shocked that my sorta ritzy hotel had this sitting on the coffee table.
As Obama wows the international set with a diplomatic "let's work together" vibe as opposed to Bush's "You're either for us or aginst us", The Decider is welcomed back in Big D. Obama is squashing his legacy of crap on an almost daily basis, but there is still some talk of monuments to the least popular president in recent history.
So far, the Library will include:
The Hurricane Katrina Room , which is still under construction and will be for some time....
The 'Decider Room' complete with dart board, magic 8-ball, Ouija board, dice, coins, and straws.
The Supreme Court's Gift Shop, where you can buy an election.
The National Debt Room which is solid gold, huge and has no ceiling.
The Alberto Gonzales Room, where you won't be able to remember anything.
The Texas Air National Guard Room, where you don't even have to show up.
The Walter Reed Hospital Room, where they don't let you in.
The Guantanamo Bay Room, where they don't let you out.
The Weapons of Mass Destruction Room, which no one has been able to find.
The 'Tax Cut' Room with entry only to the wealthy.
The 'Economy Room' which is in the toilet.
The Iraq War Room. After you complete your first tour, they make you go back for a second, third, fourth, and sometimes fifth tour.
The Dick Cheney Room, in the undisclosed location, complete with shotgun gallery.
The Environmental Conservation Room, still empty.
The Airport Men's Room, where you can meet some of your favorite Republican Senators.
The museum will also have an electron microscope to help you locate the President's minute accomplishments.
Nothing like it has ever happened. The President of the United States, the elected representative of the people, has just told the head of General Motors -- a company that's spent more years at #1 on the Fortune 500 list than anyone else -- "You're fired!"
I simply can't believe it. This stunning, unprecedented action has left me speechless for the past two days. I keep saying, "Did Obama really fire the chairman of General Motors? The wealthiest and most powerful corporation of the 20th century? Can he do that? Really? Well, damn! What else can he do?!"
This bold move has sent the heads of corporate America spinning and spewing pea soup. Obama has issued this edict: The government of, by, and for the people is in charge here, not big business. John McCain got it. On the floor of the Senate he asked, "What does this signal send to other corporations and financial institutions about whether the federal government will fire them as well?" Senator Bob Corker said it "should send a chill through all Americans who believe in free enterprise." The stock market plunged as the masters of the universe asked themselves, "Am I next?" And they whispered to each other, "What are we going to do about this Obama?"
Not much, fellows. He has the massive will of the American people behind him -- and he has been granted permission by us to do what he sees fit. If you liked this week's all-net 3-pointer, stay tuned.
I write this letter to you in memory of the hundreds of thousands of workers over the past 25+ years who have been tossed into the trash heap by General Motors. Many saw their lives ruined for good. They turned to alcohol or drugs, their marriages fell apart, some took their own lives. Most moved on, moved out, moved over, moved away. They ended up working two jobs for half the pay they were getting at GM. And they cursed the CEO of GM for bringing ruin to their lives.
Raunchy provocateur Lady Bunny hops into Big D on April Fool's Day
SILLY WABBIT WEDNESDAY Lady Bunny performs
April 1 at 11 p.m. at Woody’s 4011 Cedar Springs Rd.
214-520-6629
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Even jet-set drag legends are feeling the pinch. The other day, “Wigstock” creator Lady Bunny e-mailed me that her gig to DJ at a corporate event in Dallas was just cancelled. However, her rickety Los Angeles-to-New York airline ticket had her stuck in D-FW, and Bunny didn’t want to just “sit in a cheap hotel, picking my butt.” So she wrangled an appearance in our gayborhood — bringing her offensive and sidesplitting comedy to Woody’s on April Fool’s Day.
What’s her act like?
Last time I saw Bunny was at the 2008 Gay Video News Awards in San Francisco. Serving as emcee, she did an “All That Jazz” reinterpretation called “All That Jizz.” And closing the show, the severely inebriated hostess slurred her way through some poignant closing remarks: “In addition to all the artistry and magic we’ve seen tonight, you’re all a bunch of sluts! ”
Then she spit her gum out at the audience. A few minutes later, she was on her knees begging Chad Hunt to drop his pants.
The other day, I caught up with Bunny — who’s also an opinioned political blogger — about the pope and Dallas’ drag scene.
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What’s new? I just got back from Paris Fashion Week where I DJ-ed at Barbie’s 50th party. As I made my entrance at the Viktor & Rolf show. A journalist asked who I was. I said “Michelle Obama.” They all laughed — including Michelle’s personal stylist, Irina, who texted the first lady about what I’d just said, and the two had a giggle over it. I then told Irina that I might be available to perform at the White House if my schedule permits, assuming that they can afford me on their recession budget. She told me that the Obamas just got a dog and didn’t need another one!
Name a challenge you’d like to see on the next season of “RuPaul’s Drag Race.” RuPaul is a dear friend. However, I can’t understand this country’s preoccupation with who is the best designer, model, chef, drag queen, etc. The real challenge we all face is staying afloat in a dying economy. So why on earth would we be enthralled by stupid competitions, like “Do a ‘Project Runway’ photo shoot as a member of a different race” challenge?
I’d like to challenge all of the queens on Ru’s show to regain some of the fighting activist spirit, which led to the birth of the gay rights movement at Stonewall. We queens and trannies should be very proud of our heritage. So let’s have Ru and his “girls” grab a brick and meet up with that hideous anti-gay Fred Phelps at his next demonstration and duke it out.
The pope just denounced condoms. You have one thing to say the Bishop of Rome: What would you tell him? You can’t be gay and Catholic and have a brain. This is not some fringe religious leader like Falwell or Robertson. The pope is head of the Catholic Church. When he said that condoms actually help spread AIDS, he’s essentially leading his followers to their deaths — like Jim Jones. Of course, condoms prevent the spread of AIDS and therefore the pope is a liar. How can Catholics not denounce this idiot? Perhaps in his world, there’s no need for condoms because priests seem to prefer sex with (presumably) uninfected minors.
What’s the reputation of Dallas’ drag queens? Southern drag is usually very polished and professional. I only know Whitney Paige, and she is a brilliant lip-synch artist. I’ve only seen her on video, but she tore it apart at Hot Chocolate’s tribute show.
What do you want your Dallas fans to do when they come see you? Bring drugs. And some extra coins because I’ll be hawking my DVD, “Rated X For Xtra-Retarded.”
Is Woody’s charging a cover? Yes — a cover to get out of the place once I begin my act. Just kidding! There’s no cover. But the audience might need to run for cover when I begin my new parody of Leona Lewis’s “Bleeding Love.” Let’s just say it’s a bloody sick joke — period!
This article appeared in the Dallas Voice print edition March 27, 2009. By Daniel Kusner.
