I've neglected my faggy audience. I'm sorry, but I've been hijacked by a breeder. Ugh.
I've been almost attached at the hip to my art-ner, J Lew full of Hulabaloo, of late. BLACK PANDA, our quasi-revolutionary, Asian-centric art project/collective has taken control of our lives, both day and night. Cooped up so cozy in PANDA HQ makes me wonder if that's what being straight is like. I mean, living in such confined quarters and sharing everything (especially matress space) with the opposite sex gets me some sort of breeder badge, don't it? One thing is for certain, though, not even in the name of art am I going "downtown" for BLACK PANDA. I'm staying in queer in Williamsburg where homosexuality seems as trendy as day-glo nikes...werd up.
PS - We're making the ￥ sign - can'chuu tell? PANDA!
