FAST HOT DAY

Loved that someone lost their pashmina in the shape of an E.

Loved Rachael Maddow walking around reporting all butch tonight in Afghanistan dressed totally cool dyke with a head covering thrown on. She bought a woven rug with guns and tanks in it and I really want one.

Not smoking and I did not love this: I was appalled that this snobby place had a nervy 30 foot rule to their building. I wanted to buy pack and have one in the middle of the street which is not theirs. At least step it up from the xeroxed paper notice, fancy pants.

UNLAWFUL SEXUAL MISCONDUCT

So I get on the F train after sweating it out on a miserable platform (I know its dirty, but could someone out a fkng fan down there) and the cars are packed. After a stop this well groomed hot hispanic man in a track suit gets on and presses up behind me. It's a long stop between B'way/Lafayette and W.4th St. and he proceeds to be active with his piece with his arms strap hanging up behind either side of my head. It was big.

Then all of a sudden a new automated announcement broadcated in the car that I had never heard before and that could be read in lights in the information runner "A CROWDED SUBWAY CAR IS NO EXCUSE FOR UNLAWFUL SEXUAL MISCONDUCT. IF YOU SEE OR ARE A VICTIM OF ANY SUCH ACTIVITY TELL AN MTA EMPLOYEE OR A POLICE OFFICER." It was the same voice as the man who urges you to report suspicious packages. I felt totally watched and violated... by the MTA. The man teeming behind me withdrew from his frottage and we both looked around all confused and flustered. We made peripheral eye contact both sort of shrugging and shifting around away from each other. We were coping as best we could with our fevah. Then some fat bitch had to move her huge bag from one shoulder to the other forcing us both into an even further unlawful sexual position of meat pressing. Then it was over I got off (the train) in Chelsea.

I just wanted to splice a sling over the damn car but there were none online that were workable with so I had to use this awful sex chair which I'm sure the MTA would issue if they were making sex furniture. Then I forgot that my sleepy pills were hitting and I got carried away. For your pleasure.

A seedy old sign as a bonus...

THEY CAPPED IT?

I decided to leave this oil disaster header on my blog until it was capped, but I'm not just going to buy this information so readily.

DEVOTEES OF JERRI BLANK

DRAG QUEEN / FTM CROSSING

DON'T PEOPLE JUST HAVE SIMPLE COKE HANGOVERS?

CIRCUIT QUEEN / CAN YOU BLAME ME?

I have been going. I'm feeling very very VERY Gay lately and less in an avant-garde way and more of a hundreds of very friendly hot shirtless men dancing around me way. I can really only handle a few decades of going to clubs and seeing people with art painted on their faces. And the fashion queens are so jaded and sexually inept. Who cares what shape collar is in when you can be naked! I almost think I am too in shape to even blog ; I think that it actually does violate one of the conditions of blogger. Anyways I want to apologize to everyone that thought I might start reading again and go back to making art. I have not hit my rock bottom in shallowness, but I am working on it. Please forgive me for joining the borg collective. I did it in Cartier glasses.


(what really goes on after circuit parties)

"IT DOESN'T..."

More at The Groovy Age of Horror

REMEMBERING WHEN PEOPLE GAVE FACE

Thank you Corey for educating me that this is Capucine.


And as if that was not enough, thank you again, Corey, for this...


And Stanwyck can apparently slap without even touching her...

SHOULD BE CALLED SYLVESTER IS ON SPECIAL K

NEW ALLANAH STARR INTERVIEW

My favorite line from this interview

When was the last time you fell in love?

I am immune to that disease.

TAKE ME TO THIS CLUB

IT'S GOT TO BE OVER 100

I'M NOT GOING TO MAKE THIRD ATTEMPTS AT RIGHT SENTENDHCE STUCTUSTRUCTURE AND GRAMMER

My MRi listing and a handful of others have one letter off typos, words typed twice next to each other and half sentences. I can't go back and refigure how the order of the elements in a sentence should be refigured to better convey the meaning and stay within the consecutive order that grouped pieces of written information should correctly follow this that there fuck you. Thank you for your concern over my growing functional illiteracy.

4TH OF JULY / THE PINES

I love Dr.Rob.

I love James. He's always a perfect composition of his striking unique features.

IN THE HEAT

Diesel is still awful.

I don't care what it's for, I want to be a patient.

I'm very happy with the bursting results of my athletic pursuits.

The transitioning youth on the west side were feeling it today.

The Christmas in July bumper!

MRI: MY HALLOWEEN IN JULY POSTING

One of the most horrifying things I have ever experienced in my life. I would rather be conscious as they removed a part of my face. I had no idea that I would react to the enclosure like I did. My heart goes out to Katie Beers and all those many people they found buried over the past centuries that were not medically dead and scratched the inside of their coffins till their hands wore away. The man that helped me into the seemingly high tech looking medieval torture device had big arms and these huge angled bedroom eyes. He clamped my head in a Hannibal Lecter plastic brace and put pads all around me. He put a bolster under my knees and there were a few moments when he seriously checked out my legs that were coming out of the gown. "Do you have a problem with claustrophobia?" / "No not at all". Then I was in there. Someone made a pen mark right where my eye level was. It looked like a cry for help. And the noise. At times I heard the devils laugh. I have this pump thing in my hand to squeeze in case I can't take it, but doing this again would be even more hellish. The guys are in some glass room and they have a speaker system with me and are saying things like "This one is going to be four minutes" and "This one will be two minutes". And the noise again. I'm imagining this as some high tech torture device and that needle things are going to come out and spinning drills and stuff. I'm really going there. I tried to think of what a Buddhist monk would do, but the only thing truly keeping me sane during this was the thought that that the hunky technician was taking advantage of my unclothed lower body and it's aching muscles. Twenty minutes later it's half time and they wheel me back out so that they can inject me with dye that shows up in my veins in the MRI. The sweet nurse was horrified at how overheated I was (but my legs were cold). She shocked that I was so horrified. I calmly told I felt like I was getting lethal injection and was going to ask if she ever saw Susan Hayward in "I want to live!" but spared her. Then I was back in the chamber. I bucked up and dealt. When I was wheeled out another man undid my head clamp and I asked where the hot guy went and he pointed at himself with both hands all insulted. They're supposed to help you up slowly in hospitals in case of a head rush but I was against the wall away from that thing before he knew it. They told me to have 10 glasses of fluids in the next 5 hours and I did.

THE MALTREATED GENTLEMAN'S CLUB

Anybody may join this group, but anybody can also call themselves a gentleman.

I'LL PUSH HUH DOWN BACKWARDS

PROJECTS ON FIYAH