Turned 39 last Friday. Starting thinking about some things. Old dreams, new dreams and … The End. Rather than getting my affairs in order with grown stuff like wills and what not, I rather spend time making the mixtape for my wake. Hell, if folks can write their own obits, why not? Here are a few of the tracks I’ve already added.
Lauren Cohan and Steven Yeun photographed by Mark Williams and Sara Hirakawa
They look so nice and even cuter all cleant up.
Took this shirt Sunday. No idea why. Maybe in the back of I was hoping someone would create in home cloning and I could scan it for DNA to make my own Colby clone. That day ain’t coming anytime soon. So I turned it into yarn.
One of my favorite finds that I found at potlatch on Sunday. I don’t whether I should hit the bingo parlor or head to Minneapolis to toss it up! #seniorrealness #shestylermoreshesmary
I took a trip to Baltimore yesterday. I wanted to do a little crown spotting on Easter Sunday. Added to that, I just had to attend Colby Keller's 1st Decennial Pot-Latch. It was my final birthday gift to myself this weekend: meet one of my favorite of “adult stars/bloggers/artist”help him create art, get a hug from the well-built shaggy hunk who has “inspired” me a many of times and walk away with some free stuff.
I didn’t walk away too quickly. After I picked through his book collection,
underwear drawer, bedding, blankets and cologne cabinet, Colby offered me a seat and a beer. Him and his Boo, Karl (sorta the man behind the curtain when it comes to certain things but equally cute and well-read to boot.*), were warm, welcoming and extremely generous. Kinda too nice. After getting a peek at the personality behind the porn performer and meeting his man, I feel guilty about being “inspired” by him in that way while watching him jackhammer Jayden Brooks and Max Sinclair or one of my early faves “Lifeguards!” a video in which his future father-in-law offers him hands-on honeymoon advice. I will probably give it a week or two before he inspires me again. Were he an asshole, would I have to wait that long? No. Probably not. He’d probably be on heavy rotation in spank bank because of my issues and me.
Anyway, I lingered along with a few others who had showed up for the event and had a chance to see an impromptu photo shoot paying twisted homage to Sylvia Plath and National Poetry Month (see picture above. see even better pics via the book of face).
Colby played the role of “Daddy,” Plath’s psychic tormentor made manifest to help her end it all. Poet D. Gilson, who came up with the idea, inhabited and owned the role of tortured Sylvia with an assist from Karl who pitched in as hairstylist and artistic director. Good morbid fun!
I had flashbacks to my old MFA’s buddy. Only this group of folks were a whole lot queerer and just a bit more playful. So I lingered a little longer than i intended. Then the stomach started grumbling. Although Colby insisted everything was up for grabs, I didn’t want to raid his pantry. So I got a round of hugs and handshakes from everybody then took my leave, raced home, filled my belly and watched folks get dragged and then folks with dragons. To paraphrase Ice Cube, yesterday was a good day.
When Ru told Laganja to sashay away, I’m at home like
Bread-stick or baguette? Hmmm … Is croissant an option?
Boiler Room New York 007/ Frankie Knuckles, House of House, Juan Maclean & Mike Servito
[Broadcasted on 9th May 2013]
Tracklist & video at boilerroom.tv Rest in Peace, Mr. Knuckles. Hope you have them soul clapping in heaven.
Two pairs of jeans for the price of one. Can’t beat that and a big boy don’t get that kinda deal often. Too bad king size direct is offering it on a week he’s damn near broke. Maybe I should get one waist size smaller since I’m basically spending next week’s lunch money on them.