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July 23, 2013

Perception.



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Joe Rees : Belief, 1974 / re-fabricated 2009

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Published on July 23, 2013 14:10

July 15, 2013

Oh, Yes I Am . . . And HOW

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It’s an ish that’s glitched to the tits : Fully all retch, no vom!

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Published on July 15, 2013 07:15

June 8, 2013

Stolen and Forbidden: Bad Behavior, Good Times

All the rumors are true! Stolen and Forbidden — the event a particular Steven Reigns curated, and I mentioned in the not-so-distant past — is available for viewing, now : at no expense! In the comfort and privacy of your own home . . .


Crack open a fresh can of Crisco; slam-dunk those dentures in a fizz of Polident. It’s about to get real up in here — and by real, I mean really entertaining!


With . . .



Video Documentation, Featuring :


Intro by John D’Amico : 0:09




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Steven Reigns : 1:31




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: 14:47




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Bernard Cooper : 30:07




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Jonny McGovern : 40:40




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Bruce Vilanch : 52:03




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Well? It’s not like I made it easy for your slack ass or anything. . .

Go on, BB. C H E C K . T H E . D A M N . T H I N G ! ♥




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And since it bears repeating, again : Massive Thanks to Mssr. , the City of West Hollywood and the One City One Pride Queer Arts Festival.


Appreciate and appreciated!




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Published on June 08, 2013 18:08

June 1, 2013

Seriously: Let’s Talk About Amanda Bynes

Tragic foreshadowing . . .


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But I’m not here to make judgment calls. Correction : judgment calls regarding her extra-curricular activities, or — you know. Life in general. Instead, the query that’s a hot tip for me, Mary . . . A cursory glance at her courtroom attire, and I have to ask : Does she not have any queer friends? Or even white-washed WeHo GHEYS, for that matter?




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‘Cause if so, whatever shady phag let her out of the house wearing that $30 Hollywood Blvd synthetic wig needs to be bound and gagged in Abercrombie & Fitch for the next decade! [The ultimate punishment : release the little shit once he's past his tweenage prime.]


Oh, but wait. I assume you guys know about The T that went down in Twitter-town?




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Miss Bynes had a less-than cordial response. I’ll spare the vitriol and leave it As It Is.


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Mmm-hrmm. I know, baby girl. I know. Oh, but just a little technical ish? Well aware you were “in character” and all that : but this don’t look nothin’ like no grin . . .




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Diggin’ that low-rez, slightly glitched-out look, howevs. Very au courant, in fact!


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Sheet. Just one last thing. Hon, umm . . .the make-up brush? Makes all the difference if you touch your skin. Pinky-swear and pierced cheeks, darlin’.


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Published on June 01, 2013 07:45

May 12, 2013

Stolen and Forbidden

It’s Saturday. Whatever plans you think you had? Cancel.


In my eternal quest to keep the “litter” in literature, it’s an honor and a privilege to be part of this event :




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And yes, there’s a Facebook Page, for those of you who care about that type of thing.


[ MORE ] :


“Before the Internet, pilferage and privacy breaking were common for young gay men looking for answers and others like themselves in the words of books and magazines they were denied access to by price, age, or shame. The stories that accompany these texts are just as amusing as the text themselves. Five gay men talk about and read the text that was forbidden or they stole in their youth. The act of sneak reading is a common experience. The length one goes to do it is often comical. This will be a FREE, fun literary event that offers humor, connectedness, and an informal primer for seminal gay literary works. FREE validated parking is available in the 5 story parking structure.”


Presented by Steven Reigns and the City of West Hollywood as a preview to the One City One Pride Queer Arts Festival.


Hope to see you soon!


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Published on May 12, 2013 13:32

April 30, 2013

Another Haiku

For National Poetry Month, 2013

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Published on April 30, 2013 12:23

As The End Draws Near

. . . of National Poetry Month this year, that is.

Grifted from my Tumblr, here’s :




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Published on April 30, 2013 06:30

April 25, 2013

National Poetry Month Continues : with Justin Chin



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Back When I Knew Who I Was 


i was content to spend my afternoons
wondering what co-dependent meant
not realizing that those lazy
humid daylight hours was better  
spent figuring out the physics
of dependency and codeine dreams


back when i knew who i was
i was much better than i ever thought i was
i could conjugate fuck like nobody’s business
       fuck me, fuck you, fuck it, fuck him, fuck her
       fuck them, fuck yourself, holy fuck, goddamnfuckit

i could shovel dead pets off the driveway
     that my aunt ran over on her way to choir practice
     and not shed a single tear
i could choke down every family fight about money,
every caning that would come for no reason after those fights,
every time we were forced to go to my rich relatives for dinner and we’d
find ourselves in the kitchen cooking and doing the dishes.


i believed i knew the meaning of alcohol
i believed i knew how to get out of every scrap
i believed i wasn’t gonna make 25
i believed in 18 molecules of carbon
21 molecules of hydrogen
3 oxygen and one fab nitrogen
all in a sweet mixture enough to make me
feel like jennifer beals in flashdance
twirling my ass
in front of the snotty audition,
praying for a stinking place in 
the dance-a-thon of actuality


back when my balls were the size of brazil
and my ego was the size of the antarctica
and my courage was the size of phlegm
i learned to trust few people
learned to want little
and to need even less
i learned to say “FUCK IT”


with such ease and venom
the most cynical rattlesnake
would have its underbelly turn emerald
in two seconds flat.


you could wake to find yourself in some sweet danger,
in some piss-flavored version of addiction
designed to make up for lost time,
lost ideals, lost lovers, lost causes, lost saviours
but -shit- these days,
all i find is myself back when i was
back in the conga line of perpetual desire
the territory of an incessant need
i crave my one habit of a good man
and i want to secede from
the grip of addiction philosophy,
from the colony of “i should’ve known better”


fuck that 12-step thing, i say,
i like to keep my options open
and i like having the option
to get absolutely fucked up
when i feel like it,
and not feel like i fucked up, dammit.


do things change that much?
can some stupid sign from the almighty
whip you right around?
maybe i should be looking for visions of jesus
in billboards of spaghetti sauce,
visions of buddha in men’s semen,
maybe i’ll be a much better person
if i knew who i was when i knew who i was
but who the fuck do i think i am?
i can’t even piss straight into the bowl,
can’t even tell my lover that i want to cook him
breakfast for the rest of my life,
can’t even cross against the light,
     (ooh, walk to the light, walk to the light….)
can’t pay my bills on time nor balance my checkbook
can’t dance, can’t mosh,
can’t get fucked up like i used to, not that i want to anyway
can’t take it like a man, whatever that means.


all i can is kiss who i was
back when i knew who i was
goodbye, one great big tongue smooch
and wish him a good journey
as he walks to the light
and falls off the edge of the earth
and into a peaceful hell.


i’ll meet up with him later.


Justin Chin, from Bite Hard
     Manic D Press, 1997




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Published on April 25, 2013 05:12

April 10, 2013

And Up Next, In Honor of National Poetry Month : Sparrow 13 Laughingwand



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from the anthology Signs of Life [ Manic D Press : 1994 ]

as well as Hell Soup [ Manic D : 1996 ], Sparrow’s collected works, self-described as “ranging from Hillbilly childhood to savage sissy.”



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Published on April 10, 2013 05:55

April 7, 2013

In Celebration of National Poetry Month : Gazpacho by Michelle Tea



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1:30 a.m. gazpacho in my room

red and green and tasting

like tucson like too much

parsley and cocktails on

the porch, mezcal, tastes

like tequila someone played

a trick on we bought it cheap

in mexico two bottles per gringo

over the border gazpacho and

burritos enough to feed the

neighborhood and i did because

the neighborhood was crashing

at my house showing up at sunset

to eat at my cinderblock table but

it was cool i could afford it could

afford to pay rent buy groceries buy

jugs of red wine to get them all drunk

bongs of pot to keep them all stoned and

gas tank full for road trips i

was making lots of cash and we were all

cool liberal fuck liberal we were

radical, anarchist cookbook beside

the moosewood cookbook on our bookshelf we

knew all about things like the

distribution of wealth and like i said i

was making tons of money and they weren’t

making any they were unemployed because

finding work is hard or they’re students of

in the emergency stage of the sexual abuse thing or

some other piece of laziness doctored up as

politics you know capitalism blah blah blah so

i was supporting an ever-changing band of lethargic

sunbathing potheads because i was making so much

money and yeah i was making it by leaving my body

so that strange men could fill it like a kind of

demon spirit but fuck it was my choice no gun

to my head no linda lovelace scene here and

i was really into communal living and we were all

such free spirits, crossing the country we were

nomads and artists and no one ever stopped

to think about how the one working class housemate

was whoring to support a gang of upper middle class

deadheads with trust fund safety nets and connecticut

childhoods, everyone was too busy processing their

isms to deal with non-issues like class

and besides,

you don’t think rich families have problems

you don’t think rich families have secret rapes and

alcoholic dads and feed their kids bad food with

sugar and preservatives i mean when you

get right down to it we’re all just humans,

all on the same path to destruction because

our mother earth is being raped (is it ok

if we borrow that term from your

oppression, it’s reall powerful) anyway,

the class trip is just divide and conquer,

blood money is just a redundant phrase and all work

is prostitution, right? and it’s just so cool

how none of them have hang-ups about

sex work they’re all real

open-minded real

revolutionary you know

the legal definition of pimp is

one who lives off the earnings of

a prostitute, one or five or

eight and i’d love to stay and

eat some of the stir fry i’ve been cooking

for y’all but i’ve got to go fuck

this guy so we can all get stoned and

go for smoothies tomorrow, save me

some rice, ok?


Michelle Tea


from the anthology Signs of Life [ Manic D Press : 1994 ]

as well as The Beautiful [ Manic D : 2003 ], a collection of Tea’s poetry





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Published on April 07, 2013 13:03

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