Babygirl, unpack yr sweaters and get FABULOUS in FALL gay homo queer &c 2012

i fell asleep watching it. it's a mess but mae west has some good lines

The Apple is anti-disco. Hence, I am anti-The Apple.

sorry, the 'whaaaAAAAT?' was my liz taylor in 'boom' imitation

lol

ha ha I love it so much

i couldn't get through that one. maybe i'll give it another try. i did enjoy john waters on Boom though.

as an aside i once saw rupert everett play the liz taylor part in a stage version of "the milk train..." and he totally played the whole thing to me in the second row of the audience. it was weird but i've seen actors do that before (and worked with them because i sometimes design for the theatre) - they single someone out of the audience and play it to them alone. this was about 15 years ago though.

"shit on your mother, JED_"

aw you guys are great. Radio silence so far, which is fine. I've decided to sever ties unless we move to the negotiating table.

How's your relationship with your mom?

Warmer, although the intimacy b/w Dad and me is a recent phenomenon. The last time I confronted her about The Gay Thing prompted a fumbled boilerplate response ("As you know we don't support it"). But if anyone's going to call in the next 48 hours it's her, and she's gonna get it.

that's charming, DONNA.

I can't think of another gay cult movie that is actually a splendid second-tier film by the great Robert Aldrich. Also, it is not campy but FUNNY, in part. (As we know the two are generally exclusive.) And Victor Buono was a peach.

Also goonie don't feel like a pariah for your take on "Breckenridge," cuz you and John Waters are all wet on "Boom!" as well. It's amusing once but God what a turd.

Here's hoping she calls.

You know, and I'm not specifically speaking abt Alfred and his family, whom I obvious don't know and thus do not know the specific dynamics of, but I just don't get parents who hate homosexuality (something that, as heteros, has nothing to do with them and thus need not concern them) more than they love and support their own children. Possibly I sound like some naive hippie here, and undoubtedly my viewpoint is coloured by my not having grown up in a religious family, or one with seemingly and position on homosexuality at all (my pointlessly delayed coming out process was met with an anticlimactic, and most welcome, shrug, at least as far as I can tell*), but I can't see putting anything above my kids when I have them. Believe me, were i a Hetero parent of a gay kid, I'd be the type who'd slug Rick Santorum right in the face and tell him exactly why (kinda disappointed in all the PFLAGers in the USA that this hasn't happened yet, come to think of it). So yeah, UGH at the world right now.

*the first family thing I brought my bf to was my sisters wedding, which thus became, in a sense, the big coming out to the extended family. Not knowing how some relatives would react, my mom expressed concern about me bringing him. My sister's response: she would personally tell to fuck off anyone who gave us shit at her own wedding. Luckily, his was never necessary.

I can't think of another gay cult movie that is actually a splendid second-tier film by the great Robert Aldrich.

Yes!

Also, it is not campy but FUNNY, in part.

Yes!

(As we know the two are generally exclusive.)

You have a real knack.

2 ouuta 3 aint bad, honeybunch

Every time you call me that, I picture myself dressed up as a box of Honey Bunches of Oats.

full disclosure, I stole it from Dana Andrews in Daisy Kenyon

Not every night you get free tickets to (and attend both) Joel Hodgson doing a one-man show and Madonna doing an approximately 200+ man/woman show. Nice night!

Wasn't Madonna fab?? I loooooved that show. I went to a rad fae pajama party last night that turned into Eyes Wide Shut at some point and then got home at 7am. It was intersting.

and then you sobbingly said to nicole kidman "i'll tell you everything!"

drowning in AFI fest screenings, including the new xavier dolan (good not great)

New? Oh. Isn't that like a year old by now or something? Do you mean Lawrence Anyways? It was ok. Too long and by the halfway point I felt like we no longer had the perspective of the title character. It often felt more like the protagonist was Lawrence's ex and not her. :/

It had its moments though.

I'm off to the train station to go to Toronto for 24 hours for a job interview. After a somewhat productive Wednesday to Friday the weekend was a wash and I have SO MUCH STUFF DUE soon.

A day ago I thought I had had an epiphany and was more or less over the breakup and then last night went out gay dancing and remembered how anxiety inducing being in rooms full of cute boys is.

I know few songs that depict this anxiety better than:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJs1VNxfq4c

I've done pretty well bottling that anxiety lately. Of course it helps that I'm always always there "with friends."

FWIW, here are the few thoughts I wrote down for my co-worker's blog on the Madonna concert:

What makes Madonna such a compelling artistic force? First and foremost, her blond ambition, which throughout her career has usually reared its perfectly-coiffed head most decisively during the moments everyone has been primed to finally write her off as passé.

So even as she releases new material that, for all its scattered merits, can't hope to stand up against her impressive back catalog ("I guess I'll just end up another 100-hit wonder," joked comedian-impersonator James Adomian, playing Madonna in a recent episode of Adult Swim's <i>Children's Hospital</i>), you could never accuse her of using her greatest hits as a creative crutch in concert. If anything, she sometimes comes off as though they're holding her back. I couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry for the hundreds and hundreds of soccer moms I saw roving in packs at the X, dressed up in their love of "Material Girl"-era Ciccone, clad in fishnets and denim. Just because Madonna hasn't been in the Twin Cities since before the Berlin Wall fell didn't mean she was going to play catch-up with Minnesotans clamoring for a fresh (but not too fresh) take on "Holiday."

Her setlist Saturday night featured nearly all of the dozen songs from her newest album <i>MDMA</i> (an OK-ish collection that, while certainly no <em>Like a Prayer</em>, is also pretty far from <i>Hard Candy</i>), and many of the hits that peppered the evening were flipped, remixed, inverted, or mashed up into … well, lets just say few in the room were singing along karaoke-style to her tour version of "Hung Up."

Most of her creative energy had clearly gone into envisioning gloriously dark scenarios for the likes of "Gang Bang," a visceral, gruesome depiction of perpetual violence that, to my twisted sensibilities, was the highlight of her new material. Though I also greatly appreciated the massive flying drumline that accompanied "Give Me All Your Luvin," in part because they drowned out the actual song. Also, though it was mainly used as an opportunity to give Madonna a breather and costume change, the montage-blitzkrieg video presentation accompanying "Nobody Knows Me" (from <i>American Life</i>) blows through practically every available provocation before concluding with a heart-stopping series of slides commemorating the too brief lives of gay teens who committed suicide (a declarative exclamation point coming just off the heels of her "Vote No" command).

To say it's a grueling program would be an understatement, both conceptually as well as physically. "I made it through the wilderness" might stand as the signpost refrain of the evening, as the newly twice-divorced 54-year-old, having invited the audience to take a look at the bruises on her backside, climbed atop a piano and slowly, deliberately savored the bitter ironies within the lyrics of "Like a Virgin." While she never completely lost her sense of humor (as when she motioned to her fans in the pit to toss her a few dollars), she also clearly utilized the tune -- among her most effervescent, adolescent songs -- to take a fearless plunge into the abyss of accrued time. If the payoff is wisdom and life experience, the price is self-awareness. Which, of course, is not something Madonna has ever lacked.

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Alex- yeah, Laurence Anyways. He's working on his next film already. Agree with your assessment but I did really love the ex.

I just posted a whole ton of stuff in thread of ballroom chants, vogueing beats, and associated cuntiness (MikeQ, B. Ames, Vjuan Allure, Jay Karan, etc.) in case you want want to get your spin, dip, and duckwalk on.

i came out to my parents this week. went very well... no one was shocked.

Hey congratulations that is awesome news!! Good on your parents!

yay!

yeah, i'm def lucky

congrats, J!

doncha all just love the non-shocked response?

Excellent! Congrats!

Neat! I wish I could do it again. I may still.

i make a point of coming out every day by using some strategically-placed gender-specific pronouns.

congrats jordan, well done

it does feel better, doesn't it?

I just recall that, as awkward as it is leading up to it, that it takes a certain crouched / cramped psychic dynamic and unfolds it and lets you breathe a little easier (says the person whose parents were-- mostly-- cool about it). There will be awkward follow up conversations galore, but still, way to go

yay j0rdan!

so many hugs and smiles for you.

There will be awkward follow up conversations galore, but still, way to go

― the tune was space, Sunday, November 4, 2012 11:10 PM (1 minute ago) Bookmark

yeah... sorta not anticipating this, but oh well. i guess they'll mostly happen on the phone tho.

thanks y'all

awesome j0rdan

hooray! congrats!

way to go, j0rdan!

good for you. never saying anything worked out fine for me.

Jordan, that is so rad!! I am way happy to hear it worked out so well.

Right now I'm in the process of learning that breakups are bad and then get better but then sometimes get worse again!! Who knew?

I feel like I'm in a tremendously fucked-up and weird and not-very-healing situation right now (ex and I are both dating faeries and I have to see him at events making out w/ his guy) and I don't really know what to do.

And I tried to tell him like "hey, we are still close and care about each other and are working on a friendship but the way we are doing it is not working out v well for me w/r/t like watching each other make out with other ppl and stuff, it stirs up weird feelings" and he basically told me that he was fine with seeing me see other people, I was being territorial and that it was my problem, he didn't know what I wanted him to say, and that he wishes I would've just dealt with this on my own instead of having to tell him. So then I spent half a day at work like hiding in the bathroom trying not to cry and then the other half so fucking pissed I could barely think straight.

You can make out with his guy.

His guy and I have a sort of rocky history; he is maybe not my favorite person. He's pretty territorial himself and will a) assert himself and, like, make sure to be noticeably touchy-feely with my ex when I try to talk to him b) be a dick to other people that try to have conversations with my ex