Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
ノ ス タ ル ジ ヤ
The title of this entry is an English word that has been transliterated into Japanese. Here's the code. What cha got, huh?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
...
So... I'm cute, right? I thought I was. I get told I am. So what's up with me gettin' no love. Buss what had happened.
Friday, February 8th
6:45 PM
I gathered with a bunch of friends and congratulated DLS on being promoted to assistant Vice President. Clearly DLS is set on renaming her company "Oppenheimer Funds of the Saints". Like 35% of my friends, Ms. Thing is very ambitious. After throwing one down, gossiping about that girl Christian and her skills on Project Runway, and modeling my very cool look of "Hobo Chic", I decide its time to hit the streets and find a daddy.
Here's a map of my pathetic evening with a detailed description of the events to follow.
Start (Union Square) / 9ish
"Where the fuck am I going", I think to myself. Seeing as though I had not eaten before the celebratory toast, I needed to eat. I wandered Union Square with plans to meet up with The Glitteress for dinner. Ultimately, she had to go feed her dog and left me hungry on the streets. After much deliberation, I decide that I'm going to go to have some Japanese by myself in the East Village.
9:30
Alot of people with people waiting to eat with other people. Most of these people are Asian. I'm on St. Mark's trying to figure out where I'm going to eat solo. Not wanting to be by myself in Izakayas packed with pandas out the wazoo, I head west and think I'll grab something on the way to Christopher Street, where the bears are.
Hot Dogs / 9:50
2 franks w/ sauerkraut and mus-dud, large papaya = $3.50. The Filipino guys running the joint must be cleaning up.
Bears / 10:20
From panda town to bearville and ain't a damn thing changed. I'm on Christopher Street contemplating entering either Ty's or The Hangar. Both seem to be roaring with activity, but I don't seem to be in the mood to be in a bar by myself. It's become so trite. Nor do I feel like cranking up the notch and being "extra" in an attempt to call attention to myself with the hopes of meeting Daddy Right.
I'm thinking about my friends (or lack there of) and wondering how my situation has really changed since being abroad on my own. When I was there I always had to make new friends. I was constantly doing things by myself. Here in NY I imagined that that would be different. But alas, I still feel alone.
Twitterin' from the streets.
I'm beginning to feel like this guy
Friday, February 8th
6:45 PM
I gathered with a bunch of friends and congratulated DLS on being promoted to assistant Vice President. Clearly DLS is set on renaming her company "Oppenheimer Funds of the Saints". Like 35% of my friends, Ms. Thing is very ambitious. After throwing one down, gossiping about that girl Christian and her skills on Project Runway, and modeling my very cool look of "Hobo Chic", I decide its time to hit the streets and find a daddy.
Here's a map of my pathetic evening with a detailed description of the events to follow.
Start (Union Square) / 9ish
"Where the fuck am I going", I think to myself. Seeing as though I had not eaten before the celebratory toast, I needed to eat. I wandered Union Square with plans to meet up with The Glitteress for dinner. Ultimately, she had to go feed her dog and left me hungry on the streets. After much deliberation, I decide that I'm going to go to have some Japanese by myself in the East Village.
9:30
Alot of people with people waiting to eat with other people. Most of these people are Asian. I'm on St. Mark's trying to figure out where I'm going to eat solo. Not wanting to be by myself in Izakayas packed with pandas out the wazoo, I head west and think I'll grab something on the way to Christopher Street, where the bears are.
Hot Dogs / 9:50
2 franks w/ sauerkraut and mus-dud, large papaya = $3.50. The Filipino guys running the joint must be cleaning up.
Bears / 10:20
From panda town to bearville and ain't a damn thing changed. I'm on Christopher Street contemplating entering either Ty's or The Hangar. Both seem to be roaring with activity, but I don't seem to be in the mood to be in a bar by myself. It's become so trite. Nor do I feel like cranking up the notch and being "extra" in an attempt to call attention to myself with the hopes of meeting Daddy Right.
I'm thinking about my friends (or lack there of) and wondering how my situation has really changed since being abroad on my own. When I was there I always had to make new friends. I was constantly doing things by myself. Here in NY I imagined that that would be different. But alas, I still feel alone.
Twitterin' from the streets.
I'm beginning to feel like this guy
Postcards / Porn 10:30
Pass by a magazine store with all of those NY tschochkes for sale. Since I wasn't that far from Christopher Street at that point, I thought that I'd be able to find the latest copy of Euro Bear Magazine. Unfortunately, they didn't have it. Wound up Buying some postcards to send to some folks in Japan. ET phone home.
One purchase.
Subway / 10:45
Thinking to myself I'm going to give it another shot and go for a drink at GYM in Chelsea. There will be lots of furry guys there, I think. At the very least I can have a cocktail and relax before I have haul myself back to the B-Ron-X.
10:55 / Chelsea
Skip into Barracuda to see who might be in there. It seemed to be a gnome party. Didn't see any signs outside. Don't need the gnomes tonight, I think. Piss - keep it moving.
After Barracuda, I decide to take a peek in The View... this was on the monitors there
lol
11:00 / GYM / Pinkberry
The last stop / try of the night. As I had Expected, GYM was packed with alot of clunky bears, furry bears, sluggish bears, virile bears, bespeckled bears, smelly bears. The forest seemed packed.
Cosmo = $7.50. Ugh. The lame vodka in the drink must be why my head hurts right now. I keep on swearing to myself that I am going to stop with the vodka, but I never seem to learn my lesson.
GYM winds up being upsetting. More people. More friends. More Cameraderie. More me alone.
And now a word from our sponsor.
OK - so I'm watching LOST, and I see this ad for the New KY product, I N T R I G U E. LUBRICATION COMMERCIALS ON PRIME TIME TV?! Why not, right? But check out the packaging re-haul of this "personal lubricant". Fancy Schman-cy. Interesting how KY corporation is making it's way into more mainstream media / advertising and creating an image that is less, oh, I don't know, skanky, and more metallic purple.
I got my free sample for a cute twink that was part of the KY crew that entered GYM.
Twink 1 to Twink 2: Smells like a straight bar!
Me: lol
Those twinks - gotta hand it to them.
Got my lube - drunk my vodka - time for ... Pinkberry? Why not attempt to drown my sorrow in yogurt.
11:43 / Crosstown Bus (mmm cutie driver - insatiable)
12: 00 BxM7
All in all , a pretty lame night. Felt friendless. Maybe I just didn't give it my all. I for sure didn't. But, I have to say who wants to give it their all all the time all by themself?
Pass by a magazine store with all of those NY tschochkes for sale. Since I wasn't that far from Christopher Street at that point, I thought that I'd be able to find the latest copy of Euro Bear Magazine. Unfortunately, they didn't have it. Wound up Buying some postcards to send to some folks in Japan. ET phone home.
One purchase.
Subway / 10:45
Thinking to myself I'm going to give it another shot and go for a drink at GYM in Chelsea. There will be lots of furry guys there, I think. At the very least I can have a cocktail and relax before I have haul myself back to the B-Ron-X.
10:55 / Chelsea
Skip into Barracuda to see who might be in there. It seemed to be a gnome party. Didn't see any signs outside. Don't need the gnomes tonight, I think. Piss - keep it moving.
After Barracuda, I decide to take a peek in The View... this was on the monitors there
lol
11:00 / GYM / Pinkberry
The last stop / try of the night. As I had Expected, GYM was packed with alot of clunky bears, furry bears, sluggish bears, virile bears, bespeckled bears, smelly bears. The forest seemed packed.
Cosmo = $7.50. Ugh. The lame vodka in the drink must be why my head hurts right now. I keep on swearing to myself that I am going to stop with the vodka, but I never seem to learn my lesson.
GYM winds up being upsetting. More people. More friends. More Cameraderie. More me alone.
And now a word from our sponsor.
OK - so I'm watching LOST, and I see this ad for the New KY product, I N T R I G U E. LUBRICATION COMMERCIALS ON PRIME TIME TV?! Why not, right? But check out the packaging re-haul of this "personal lubricant". Fancy Schman-cy. Interesting how KY corporation is making it's way into more mainstream media / advertising and creating an image that is less, oh, I don't know, skanky, and more metallic purple.
I got my free sample for a cute twink that was part of the KY crew that entered GYM.
Twink 1 to Twink 2: Smells like a straight bar!
Me: lol
Those twinks - gotta hand it to them.
Got my lube - drunk my vodka - time for ... Pinkberry? Why not attempt to drown my sorrow in yogurt.
11:43 / Crosstown Bus (mmm cutie driver - insatiable)
12: 00 BxM7
All in all , a pretty lame night. Felt friendless. Maybe I just didn't give it my all. I for sure didn't. But, I have to say who wants to give it their all all the time all by themself?
Friday, February 8, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Homo Robo (Appropriated Image #1)
FACT: I want to get married wearing these helmets
FICTION: This image was originally gay (courtesy of daftpunk.com)
FAGGOTRY: Part of an image appropritation project called "Italicks"
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
"We Saw Doomsday In August / What Dicks!!!/ My Dick's the Bomb"
That's what Trans'jen'der thinks. You? PARTICIPATE --->
Postscript: So, I'm sitting here at sunrise thinking about this slightly disturbing animated GIF that I've made. What comes to mind in this very self-consious reflection is the art of Mapplethorpe (specifically Man In Polyster Suit), video game motifs such as "Space Invaders" and "Breakout", as well the the classic, apocalyptic nightmares that haunted me for a short time as a child (sans dicks). Have all of these ideas collided and made this image go from nerve to finger and ultimately to HTML? What would Freud say? In a visual culture that condemns the display of cock (see this great article on film ratings changing from an R rating to NC-17 because of the exposed male organ), you might wonder why that certain muscle ain't gettin' no love. How have we moved from this to this, from beauty to censorship? Perhaps some of the people from the D(X)CRIT program could shed some light on the matter?
Monday, February 4, 2008
I love it when disco divas / queer icons collaborate with Japanese DJ's / Technics Virtuosos and prance around in kimonos in downtown NYC claiming to
be typefaces of the German, BOLD italic variety.
You will like my sense of style.
Such a creative idea, I really think. Going through the annals of music history, I cannot think of another song that uses Typography as its subject. Please inform me if I'm forgetting something. I mean, there were the Village people and the YMCA, but that was more of a paean to community centers nationwide. As far as it comes to making music about a typeface itself, this song might be in a league by itself. Sorry if I've failed to mention all of you art students in Brooklyn wil'ing away at your synthsizers - get that shit out there.
Not surprisingly, the songs creator was once himself a Graphic Design student at Parsons and has since collaborated with different design groups (Tycoon Graphics, Enlightenment) to create imagery for his albums and VJ (Video Jockey) sets. I need to get him to do a sequel to GBI...
Saturday, February 2, 2008
ขอบคุณครับ
So, I'm loving these NYC condoms.
Their design is based on the MTA Subway maps. (Just in case you're reading this from a far way place like Manila, Timbuktu, or Oz). See the rules, type, and colors...
A very accurate homage to the design system of our subway map. Better than the attempt in the recreation of the Spring Street subway station in Cloverfield. But I digress.
What's even better is that just like Squid brand fish sauce,
Thai iced tea
and Theravada Buddhism
The NYC condoms are a Product of Thailand
And, so I'd like to express a hearty ขอบคุณครับ, or thanks, to my Thai Brothers and Sisters (good looks Pim!) for looking out for your friends, homo and breeder alike, here in New York!
Afterword: I am aware that Theravada Buddhism has its roots outside of the Kingdom of Thailand, but the picture of the monks. Need I say more?
Their design is based on the MTA Subway maps. (Just in case you're reading this from a far way place like Manila, Timbuktu, or Oz). See the rules, type, and colors...
A very accurate homage to the design system of our subway map. Better than the attempt in the recreation of the Spring Street subway station in Cloverfield. But I digress.
What's even better is that just like Squid brand fish sauce,
Thai iced tea
and Theravada Buddhism
The NYC condoms are a Product of Thailand
And, so I'd like to express a hearty ขอบคุณครับ, or thanks, to my Thai Brothers and Sisters (good looks Pim!) for looking out for your friends, homo and breeder alike, here in New York!
Afterword: I am aware that Theravada Buddhism has its roots outside of the Kingdom of Thailand, but the picture of the monks. Need I say more?
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Still Causin' It
Going a little Deee-Lite crazy at the moment (look around). I just can't help it. I remember then I first bought World Clique. I remember smelling the packaging and thinking that the paper smelled like perfume. Don't know why. I had the cassette. It's like that. I was walking down memory lane and came across some oldies but goodies.
The video to "Good Beat". This song - listening to it makes me feel like dancing. Such an uplifting song. All true too - I just wanna hear a good beat. Fur Ril.
This is some rare footage of Towa Tei talking. Apparently it's from a Japanese TV show called Funky Tomato. I love Kier's outfit (Green is one of my faves - I mean pink gotta take a break sometimes). Oh, and was she gearing up for an appearance on Iron Chef with that laugh?
Remember Tabitha Soren? She's so forgettable.
Vote Baby, Vote!
"It was the Drag Queens that taught me GLAMOUR..." By the way, was there ever any doubt that she didn't lip synched?
Thursday, January 24, 2008
When did I become "Adult Contemporary"?
Could my taste in music be symptomatic of my aging? Yo No Know. Pero, I think Michael Bublé is super dooper cute. I thought I was over what used to be a constant craving for crackers, what with all the miso dick I got in Japan... but this white boy is still doin' it to me. Sing it white boy. I'll get lost with you anytime (but don't talk, just listen).
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
アイタリクス
こんにちわ！あたしの名前はユコウプロパガンダです。グラフィクデザインがあたしの仕事だ。ピンク好き。。パプルも好きだよ。アイタリクスが Deuteronomy Madrid のデザインのブランドでもあたしもデザインを作れています。いつか見て植えない？では、楽しみしゆうよ！ラララ。。。
Gifts From Middle Earth
When Artner is not shopping online for designer home furnishings for her new pussy pad in CO, she can be found working it out in craft shops in Middle Earth. These were two trinkets were snagged for me recently. Since my Queer Cape is already emblazoned with a V (no I didn't make gay Varsity... I'm the coach bitch), Artner gave me a tiny D. D is for Dick. And Deuteronomy. She also got me a fruit basket. If I need to explain that one, well then you just haven't been reading. Clever, that Artner. I guess that's why she spends her days thinking about how to get people to buy things in MIddle Earth.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Sorry
Yes, I'm Filipino. Yes, I'm gay. No, I'm not like Reynaldo.
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Though, I have been known to wear a cape.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Cherish Dat Ass
Me and two bathing beauties on the beach in Punta Cana. My moves were inspired by the blonde one, of course.
Photos : Stone Ritts
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Smackin' Dat Ass
Recently, at The Hangar
Lady Esquire: Deuteronomy, I don't do that.
Deuteronomy: Why not?
LE: It's not my style. Besides, he no know how to move. Look at that! Is that supposed to be sexy?
D: I suppose, but look at DAT ASS! I'M going to top, errr, i mean tip, him.
LE: His face is not fresh.
D: I see your point. But THAT ASS!
[Some black queens heard ki-ki-ing post-tipping of the go-go boy]
Beary Black Queen: Oooh.. (something something) cocoa butter....
(said to Beary Black Queen 2)
D: OMG, I think he said something about the dancer's skin! Is it scaley? OMG...
(adressing BBQ) OMG did I just hear you say that his skin was harshness?
B.B.Q.: OOH NO! It's as creamy as cocoa butter. That child must have put on...
(Deuteronomy removes a dollar from his wallet)
some Queen Helene Guurl.... you need to ...
D: (addressing LE) Gimme change for a dollar.
LE: You crazy!
D: I wanna put quarters into that slot.
L.E. You CRAZAY!
BBQ: ..... go 'head and give it a try.
Deuteronomy slithers over to the go-go station and smacks dat ass (double handed).
He slithers back to his throne next to Lady Esquire.
D to BBQ: OMG you were soo right
BBR: Q U E E N
D: F U C K I N G
BBR and D (in unison): H E LE N E
(faggy hi-five)x(snaps)
D to LE: You need to try that out! You know, if it's a money thing...
LE: You crazy.
D: Maybe, but I'm moisturized.
And now a word from our sponsor:
Lady Esquire: Deuteronomy, I don't do that.
Deuteronomy: Why not?
LE: It's not my style. Besides, he no know how to move. Look at that! Is that supposed to be sexy?
D: I suppose, but look at DAT ASS! I'M going to top, errr, i mean tip, him.
LE: His face is not fresh.
D: I see your point. But THAT ASS!
[Some black queens heard ki-ki-ing post-tipping of the go-go boy]
Beary Black Queen: Oooh.. (something something) cocoa butter....
(said to Beary Black Queen 2)
D: OMG, I think he said something about the dancer's skin! Is it scaley? OMG...
(adressing BBQ) OMG did I just hear you say that his skin was harshness?
B.B.Q.: OOH NO! It's as creamy as cocoa butter. That child must have put on...
(Deuteronomy removes a dollar from his wallet)
some Queen Helene Guurl.... you need to ...
D: (addressing LE) Gimme change for a dollar.
LE: You crazy!
D: I wanna put quarters into that slot.
L.E. You CRAZAY!
BBQ: ..... go 'head and give it a try.
Deuteronomy slithers over to the go-go station and smacks dat ass (double handed).
He slithers back to his throne next to Lady Esquire.
D to BBQ: OMG you were soo right
BBR: Q U E E N
D: F U C K I N G
BBR and D (in unison): H E LE N E
(faggy hi-five)x(snaps)
D to LE: You need to try that out! You know, if it's a money thing...
LE: You crazy.
D: Maybe, but I'm moisturized.
And now a word from our sponsor:
Friday, January 11, 2008
Britney Houston
M Y
L I P
* G L O S S *
I S
P A P P I N '
Oh, had you not known about Ms. Britney Houston. This girl is off the meter. Look at dem moves! Bitch better WORK! This video is so much better than the original. Please don't overdose on Lip Gloss Brit-Hue! Keep It Pappin'!
L I P
* G L O S S *
I S
P A P P I N '
Oh, had you not known about Ms. Britney Houston. This girl is off the meter. Look at dem moves! Bitch better WORK! This video is so much better than the original. Please don't overdose on Lip Gloss Brit-Hue! Keep It Pappin'!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Tempermental/Cheez/Mouse/Pop
Last Sunday I attended a birthday party at Chuck E Cheese for Lana. She's Four.
While a part of me was reluctant to go (kids, germs, work to do, blah-blah-belch), the inner child threw himself on the floor got his way. I really was hoping for a spectacle of sorts, but I realized very early into the thing that I had to provide the spectacle myself. Why does it always have to be that way?
Luckily they have Chuck E TV. Don't you think this image is kinda creepy? Like I'm being haunted by a weird college mascot? Either that or some chicken head I went to high school with... OH!
Doubily Lukily the kids that I hung out with were adorable. The kid with the curls to my left is Cheez-It. Not his real name, btw.
Cheez-It posing with the birthday girl herself, Lana Marie. 1/2 + 1/2 = 1 LOVE. Don't Lana and Cheez-It look soo adorably collegiate?
Lana is a budding painter and actress. This is a side by side comparison of Lana's work and that of the famous artist, Cy Twombly. Not too shabby-chic that Lana, wouldn t you say?
Like most tempermental artists, she doen't like the her spotlight to be taken away. Mouse or no mouse.
Luckily, the mouse seemed to be of the pink variety.
All in all, not a bad jaunt to the local Chuck E Cheezy. Had some pizza, did the hokey pokey, and sucked on a nice cold one. Maybe I should take my name off the list at The Dugout and have my 21st bday here...hmm...
While a part of me was reluctant to go (kids, germs, work to do, blah-blah-belch), the inner child threw himself on the floor got his way. I really was hoping for a spectacle of sorts, but I realized very early into the thing that I had to provide the spectacle myself. Why does it always have to be that way?
Luckily they have Chuck E TV. Don't you think this image is kinda creepy? Like I'm being haunted by a weird college mascot? Either that or some chicken head I went to high school with... OH!
Doubily Lukily the kids that I hung out with were adorable. The kid with the curls to my left is Cheez-It. Not his real name, btw.
Cheez-It posing with the birthday girl herself, Lana Marie. 1/2 + 1/2 = 1 LOVE. Don't Lana and Cheez-It look soo adorably collegiate?
Lana is a budding painter and actress. This is a side by side comparison of Lana's work and that of the famous artist, Cy Twombly. Not too shabby-chic that Lana, wouldn t you say?
Like most tempermental artists, she doen't like the her spotlight to be taken away. Mouse or no mouse.
Luckily, the mouse seemed to be of the pink variety.
All in all, not a bad jaunt to the local Chuck E Cheezy. Had some pizza, did the hokey pokey, and sucked on a nice cold one. Maybe I should take my name off the list at The Dugout and have my 21st bday here...hmm...
Thursday, January 3, 2008
¿Crees en la vida después del amor?
Thanks to the professor for cher-ing... brew hahaha wuh huh wuh.
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