Haringization

If the 80's were physically packaged neatly in our minds (as it is undoubtedly is for some people), it would probably be wrapped in bright paper with crawling babies, barking dogs, and flying angels - all courtesy of Keith Haring. I really liked Keith's work as a young, gay, creative person. It was graphic, gay, and public. Kinda like what I'd like this blahg to be. But then, as time wore on, his work was almost too public... appearing everywhere in NYC, and around the world. The Universe of Keith Haring, a new documentary, has re-ignited my interest in the glowing babies and break dancing figures that Haring produced and produced and produced - the film reveals just how prolific Haring was, virtually right up to his death. II'm happy to say I've been Haring-ized once again. Go see the movie! And keep a look out for crazy ass Yoko Ono. She crazy!



On a side note, the screening that I went to featureed a Q & A afterwards with the film's director. She said that while she attempted to interview people from Keith Haring's universe like Grace Jones, Brooke Shields, and Madonna, they were unavailable. How dare Madonna, especially after using KH's work all over her new tour. I'm sure she's doing it in homage to her friend, but c'mon Madge, will ya serve us some tea. Jeesh.

Today's Look

From head to toe

Porkboy hat from Kyoto
¥2500

Purple hair tie, 99 cent store
$.99

Vintage circle rim glasses, Alphaville, Soho
$20

Black T (gift) Carlos
Gratis

VICTORIOUS zip-up from Diesel
$75

Vintage one button cardicape, About Glamour, Williamsburg
$30

Cashmere/Lambswool Cape/poncho , women's GAP
$40

Magenta kasla ka la bakla Nano iPod
$200

Biker gloves, A|X
$50

Naoshima Art House Project Bag, Naoshima, Nippon
¥1500

Hong Kong Kowloon Koolots (Artner donation)
Gratis

Uniqlo too tight tights
¥800

Black Jock Strap, Sports Authorities
$3

CK Sport Socks, Marshalls, Co-Op City
$6

Red Adidas (gift) Soohyen French
Gratis

Narcisso Rodriguez Homme (scent)
$50

Total Grande (w/o tax)

¥4800
$474.99
Gratis x 3

Merci.

...

A couple things '84

One step further and my back will break,
If my best isnt good enough
Than how can it be good enough for two?
I cant work any harder than I do...
-Wham!

The Book

Shoulder Pads and Grace Jones

Alexis

Crack

I feel like I'm on The sinking ship

Read this and then watch this.

omg Photoshop

Whenever I tell people that I'm a graphic designer, they invariably say, "On the computer..." Fuck. I think it's a shame that graphic design = mac these days. I suppose when you think of a painter, a brush and paint come to mind, but I hate that people think that being a designer means that you're a technician, or a mac expert (+ imanoesspert). But, then I saw this clip. If The shiteaters and cum throwers themselves use these tools, I guess next time I'm asked, "On the computer..?", I should just say, "Yes, I scan my spunk on the computer".

OOF

I hate being unstable. And my place of business, New York City Hot Mess, is a huge destabilizing force in my life right now. Firebush, my beloved Big Jew Colleague, likens the whole shabang to a roller coaster in a theme park. In that sense, I guess the folks that got laid off three weeks ago just weren't strapped in tightly enough. What can I do to get over this stress of an unstable future in a troubled economy? Naked photos? Ramen? I no know. Maybe I just need to fuck the pain away.

In Rainbows

Last week I hd a pretty art faggy day... as recounted a couple of posts back. sex, no drugs, and impressionist art. faggy art fag in the 21st. I saw this installation in the window of The Modern on the way to The Modern. It was cute, cunt, and colored in rainbows. Oh Shoot.

Obsessive Cumpulsive

I see you.

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Parallel

Marketing Meeting 10/14/08

Com'on Daddy

Como te llamas?

ART FAG(gotries) II: Gilbert and George Can Suck My Cock

I loved the show at the Brooklyn Museum. The cult of personality that embodies the oeuvre of Gilbert and George always had a strong effect on my creative side. It was this team of sculptors that first showed me that one can build an art career on queer identity, erotic exhibitionism, and a witty sense of humor. While at the exhbition, I learned that:

Alcohol can help one's process

Bathroom stall art can be part of a museum exhibition

Fingers are fuckable (lies, I've know that since I was 12)

Happiness can be interesting

Gilbert is Italian by birth

Being Dirty and Old can translate into being wooed by the Tate

It's not just a summer delicasse

In the end, I'd throw it at G&G. Those sperm eaters can suck my cock anytime.

What is with this fucking insomnia?

Bring It On

omg - who is this geek gay cub? do i have gay geek competition. shit... he has all the accessories. pout.

OH–EM–GEE, is this guy serious? omg, am I serious?

Doo the Dew Dooh

Thanks to some Mountain Dew and a bit of excitement, this bitch (moi) woke up at the crack of dawn this morning. Had the Dooh Doo yesterday, but tons of caffeine. Desyoo?!

Heard outside my window, Sat. 9:04 AM

Heterosexist neighbor 1:
Oh yeah, where I used to live, I would walk the dog and the girls would just come up and ...

Heterosexist neighbor 2:
Yeah, when I walk him [the dog], he finds all the girls. He has alot of girlfriends.

Heterosexist neighbor 1:
They get alot of attention from the girlies

Heterosexist neighbor 2:
Why do you think I walk him so much? Thats the plan.

Now REALLY, must I be subject to such breeder banter this early into my Saturday. Gurd.

ART FAG(gotries)

And get off I did.

I went to Daddy's at about a quarter to one on Friday afternoon. Some early weekend delight on behalf of the Opera. Why not?



Once I stepped into his den, I dopped my bags and lept onto Daddy's bed. Green sheets, like last time. Took his massive torso in my two arms and chit chatted about the morning. I had anticipated the heat of his body. I had craved it all morning.

"Fine... you..?"

"OK"

The prelude didn't last too long. I started biting his hairy cheek, his rough beard against my lips. Yes Daddy. Allowed myself to get lost in his manliness before he met my mouth with his.



Tongue. Tongue. More Tongue prodding in my mouth, tasting my flavor. A hot makeout session. "Makeout session" - sounds so prepubescent. Alas, it wasn't though.



Daddy, in his girth and graying beard is no boy at all. mmm.

We held each other and teased each other's members for a long while. Touching, prodding, poking, hugging, rollin. My inner voice sings with delight.

Finally, we unveil the perpetrator. His first.



On my knees, like a good boy, I help daddy ease his frustrations. Looking up, I just see his eyes peering into mine, and hear his commands. Like a hot drill Sargeant whose toes I've stepped on, he makes me pay my dues, up and down.



My sheath was next. Unpeeled, I stood there before daddy as he punished me with suspenseful, coy touches. All I wanted is to help him out since it makes me feel good. Makes me feel like a good boy. I like being Daddy's good boy. He likes it as well.

...



Daddy and his boy layed around afterwards for a bit. Fell asleep in each other's arms. I drooled on his hairy chest, dreaming of pizza.

After being ordered not to chew on his nipple anymore, we left his den and started our artful day. That day came and went, just like us.



xo

Get Stupid!

I was off yesterday. I am off today. I was told to take these two days off because my employer could not meet payroll. Not just me either, the whole staff. Get stupid. Get Stupider? Get Stupidest? I can't.

Yesterday I stayed home for most for most of the day. Firebush, a co-worker, came over. He wasn't at work either. But you know that. They could not meet payroll.

We putzed around the kitchen... all done and fully usable. I made some chicken soup from scratch and we chatted about music, his fluffy dog, my palatial space, and poor management on a corporate level and how some companies lack the foresight to prepare for possible financial crises. People get sent home. People get laid off. Glad that's not my company. Oh, wait...

Then I went to the gym to work out some agression. Thank god for the gym. Not thanking god for the monthly dues.

Today I am off. Today I will get off. Get stupid? Nah. Get smart.

Sell Out

I got a bed yesterday. Or I at least put some money down on a bed. It's a Simmons Deep Sleep - replete with a Euro Top (his name is not Hans, btw). When it comes, so will end my years of sleeping on the floor. Let's see - there were the 3.25 years on the floor in Japan, then the year on the floor in the Bronx - over 4 years of floordom. Now that I've settled on sleeping on a bed again, it's time to find a frame. I like this one. Although, this one and this one has been brought to my attention too. As I was told yesterday, I just gotta make sure that whatever frame I get, it will be sturdy enough for me and a big dadday.

The Gayest Weekend Ever

Why do I feel that I've entitled other posts with the exact same words...? I must be have alot of these kinds of weekends. But this one, I swear, was so facts, fictions, and faggotries.

Friday.

My first erotic nude photoshoot went well. The exhibitionist I am, It did not take alot for me to work it infront of the camera. I'm not saying I wasn't at all nervous. Barenakednyc, who shot these pitures, has the raw images and now he's working his post production magic. Here is a sample of the sample that I've gotten from him so far. Sorry if there's more here than you'd like to see. Not really.





Saturday.

The day finally arrived and The Ghost and I went to church at the Garden to see Madge. All in all the concert was a blast, but as I mentioned in a previous post, Madge can only hide her 50th year but so much. It was clear that she was giving it her all, but from the moment the concert begun, it seemed like she was in for just another day at the office. Still, she danced her geriatric butt off... even did a little double dutch. Oh Madge, thank you for being a friend, travel down the road and back again...

This is the Shirt I made for the event.

It says "処女のように”　or "Like a (female) Virgin". I gottalotta looks.

Some Video from the Nosebleeds.

Give It To Me

Like A Prayer

Madge hates Sarah Palin

Beat Goes On

Vogue

After grabbing drinks at "WOOF!" held at The View, I skipped over to daddy's to hang out. It was then that I brought the gay to the gay weekend. Not that Madge isn't gay enough. But you know what I mean. xo.

Are we in a creative recession as well?

Kylie Vogues


Madge Vogues


Kenley Prances


McQueen Prances

Heaven and Hell

OK, how can we avoid this hot mess? Radiohead might suggest not drinking too much, regular exercise at the gym, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats blah blah... and that's all good. But, I don't think that Madge is in her local Gristede's (or Greased Titties, as some like to refer to the supermarket) buyin' up all the Swanson nuke'em-ups. No. So, if Madonna is susceptible to the effects of aging, the same must be true for all of us mortals. Oh wait. There's the Kabbala. Prune Juice. Fresh air from the English countryside. Will these help? Is this what she uses to get Sticky and Sweet? Who am I kidding. It must be the...
/>PS- I want that headpiece Lourdes

Tomorrow.

OK, so you're born to the leader of the Gay Free World. Your pic has been taken alongside this monarch since the day you popped out of your womb and now it's 2008 and you're a teenager. Where do we go now? Fashionista extravaganza, dramatic narcissism, the savior of African orphans...? No know. But Lourdes Ciccone will be interesting to watch in the final years of childhood as she emerges to become a madonna to an entirely new generation.

PS- I'm seeing yo mama tomorrow.

omg I have to go

I love Gilbert and George for their humor, faggotries, and FU attitude. This show is taking place at the Brooklyn Museum and I must go. ooh. PS- I want it all.

二番

今週の土曜日にマドンナを見に行く。「もしこのブログを読んでるそれをもうしちゅうき」。この写真「上」が Pierre et Gilles の作品です。あれは 「Legend」って言う。この間マドンナの日本のCMを見た。下にポーストしました。彼がそのコスチュムを着る土曜日にかな。。。？楽しんで！

Happy Yahm Kipper

Yeah, I suppose I should be at Temple. But I got lots of other things on my mind. I am meditating throughout the day, though. Is it OK to meditate on Madonna today? Or is that too Kabbalah? One thing is for sure, I cannot become Amish today. Other members of the tribe don't turn on the lights, don't ride the train - they don't even use their electric toothbrushes!.. OY! No riding the train?! How the hell am I supposed to go to the gay service at the Javitz ? Missing that would be a shonda...

Oh my god, I'm gagging

3 days till the concert - I'm gagging Ms. Thing


"Like a Virgin"

Separated at Births?

So according to Eva of 14th, I look like Squiggy from Lavernes and Shirlies with my new do. All this time I thought I got an avant garde esque haircut from my man Nobes, but it turns out he was just watching too much Nick at Night. Too much!

Don't get any big ideas...

...
They're not gonna happen
You paint your smile
And fill the holes
There'll be something missing
Now that you found it
It's gone
Now that you feel it
You don't
It's gone forever
So don't get any big ideas
They're not gonna happen
You'll go to Hell
For what your
Dirty mind is thinking
...

All this Madonna Madonna Madonna, had to let yous know that La Cabeza De La Radio is omg so hot.

Four Fucking Days

This bitch swears she's Jesus with this countdown.

Please don't say you're sorry...

... French and Saunders, because you have nothing to be sorry about. The parodies that you made of "Truth or Dare" are HILAR! Watch them down below. PS- 5 more days till that broad... you know THAT broad.

oh do mo

Stop trying to be so butch.