Ike without Tina is SAAAAADDD.

Hurricane Ike came through here, disguised as a tropical wind storm. The winds reached 80mph and blew hella trees down, everywhere. Power went out in the first hour of the storm. It didn't come back on till this morning.
Three days of darkness was okay. The mood was creepy seeing as we live in a Victorian Neighborhood, I was waiting for different Vampires and Spring Heeled Jacks to swoop in on me!
Alas, all the excitement was a few blocks over where all the gunshots and sirens were.
We did hang out in candle light and play backgammon on the porch. One night, this dude flew in for a game.


He was really cool looking through my weed goggles. I was all, "Whoaaaaa, check her out, she's all talllll and gracefulllll."

We are headed to Paris on Tuesday, so FUCK YOU!

All the GOOD things. . .

The Mrs. and I just went to see MAN ON WIRE. What a fucking poetic display of balls, irreverence and pure skill. I encourage everyone to go see this film NOW! We were both in tears at the end.
So, me and the Mrs. are totally amazing, our compound of hair and attitude lays nations down in our wake. Since this is established, I want to make it known that we found a cute apartment in Brooklyn. It actually has a decent sized back yard featuring a lawn and a fire pit! How's that for NY living?
I'm ready to move again, KY is too much BLAH for all my POW! Not to sound hateful, but there's nothing for a person like me there. I miss SF and I know NY will be difficult for a bit, but I'm living everyday as art and I don't give a fuck. . . well, whatever, I'm looking for some new shit.
On my way to Nowhere Bar for some tight DJ slut action.
Lateskys FAGGAHOLS.

Dumbest people on earth!

Right here, in the States.
This election is disgusting, SHE IS REPULSIVE.
Thanks.

Something not Recognized

I took acid last week. Me and the Mrs. went to Gay Day at Kings Island and thought taking acid would be okay considering the circumstances. we'd be cute. Rest assured, there was nothing cute on this adventure (except me inside my brain in order to stay sort of sane). We went passed all the classic LSD reactions and knew we were too old to succumb, we knew we wouldn't freak out. . . and we were wrong.
I can't believe all the shit I used to do on Acid; go to class, eat dinner with my parents, work. . . etc. Once, I was two hits into a trip and Dallas Brennan and I went to Nordstroms with my mom. I ended up with the ugliest clothes, yet Mom was oblivious.
Acid is COMPLICATED! I have all the respect in the world for it and what it's done for us, yet I'm Mad at what happened the other night.
. . . I'll get back to this. . .
What I wanted to discuss is the genius that is Quasi's 'Sword of God'
This is kind of the best pop album ever and I'm happy I can say it!
Everyone dismissed this record and I want to bring a FURY down on those critics. Buy this album and hear it. It's really good.

Fashion Week Fun Fest. . .

Going back to NY next week for Fashion and Tennis! We're going to some runway shows and the US Open (hopefully). I still feel totally indifferent towards fashion shows. I like my friends when they bust it out, but the whole Bryant Park blowhard scene doesn't enthrall me like the gay my father really wanted. Last year, sitting across from Tyra was almost too much coz every time the model walked by, my eyes would follow her and then end up locked with Tyra. Too much eye contact with her seems unhealthy. She frightens me. All tall and shit. . .
When I was there last week, I didn't see the waste of money bullshit waterfalls Olafur Eliasson did. I just wanted to see them and then comment on how stupid the idea was. I love his work, don't get me wrong. It's just this certain piece I have a problem with.
I missed Mon Cousin Belge and for this, I'm sad.
Randy Walker's fat ass probably bounced a couple of bodies off stage. THE WAY SHE MOVE!

So far off. . .

Took another bike ride along the river and found this building. It's become a symbol of sorts, not a self hating representation of loss and desolation, a calming symbol.
The trail is quite amazing, dropping you into forests, past old railroad bridges, rolling through two blocks of ghetto, past a golf course and into Shawnee Park. With the exception of the ghetto part, the ride is so quiet and the whole adventure is beautiful.

Hurricane TANK

In a silly twist of events, I left the house last night. Going out in Louisville turns my insides around, it's a non-fabulon of scared fags sans the ability to talk about anything beyond TV.
Then, last night, who do I see trolling the bar? Fucking Tank and Roman. If you don't know who these people are, you're lucky. They're benign, but also a monster in their own right. All those years going to the Eagle and seeing the damage they've done holding court on the patio! They should be in a gay zoo. Not a zoo gays go to, a zoo people go to so they can witness shameless gay realities. Oh, and we know Roman would be throwing shit on people.
I like Tank and Roman, but they live two blocks from me. That is a little close for a SOMA haunting of this magnitude. As a couple, they are a force to endure from a distance. A distance much further away than two blocks.