| My greatest foe these days
is opportunity; it seems that when she knocks at my door, I answer
only to find the howling wind and a bag full of flaming dogshit that I
mistakenly stomp on.. and then I curse her, opportunity, for pooping
on my doorstep. She has a wicked sense of justice. I work in the entertainment business which sounds glamorous, but a slave by any other name is still a slave. I do smell sweet at least. The problem is that I have been unable to find any work since becoming physically able to work in post-cancer, post-bombing September. The work that I have found and done has been temporary, void of meaning and lacking in much compensation. I thought all of that would change in mid-January when I was offered a job on a J-------- L---- movie but they couldn't give me health insurance, which in the state I'm in is a dealbreaker. In the past I wouldn't have been foiled by such a trifle but I am no longer the invulnerable 20yo I once was. I leave invulnerability to the young and the weak. Fearing death is certainly more difficult. Though I risk again offending my Lady Opportunity I now have a chance to work on a K--- H------ movie in Toronto, a city north of us in a place (allegedly a country) called Canada. I am no fan of Canada. They have rules against Americans working there. They prevented me from working on the film version of Hedwig and the Angry Inch (shot in Toronto) and I fear that they will snatch this toast from my buttery lips as well. Damn you f*cking Canadians! I should find out by the end of the week. If not, a life in crime will be all the more tempting. On to music which is more important than my whining, however less important than me. Here is a much sought after classic from 1990 that isn't available on any mix CD or any other website. Like so many things of worth, it can only be found here at the House of Diabolique. I give you face, body, and the late, legendary David Ian Xtravaganza. Bring it to the runway: 'Elements of Vogue' by David Ian Xtravaganza Those of you who walked back in the day will certainly enjoy this. The rest of you are chopped. Revel now in your lost ignorance. In other news, I went to a straight house party in the Bronx this weekend. I'm a tall skinny white gay boy so naturally I get along quite well with the straight black and Latino thugs who drink 40s and smoke blunts. These are kids who seize opportunity the easy way - through street pharmacy. Opportunity is their bitch; but their bitch may someday bite. The music was of course, hip-hop, of which I know nothing. But suddenly, the gangsta in charge of the stereo dropped the new N'Sync ballad ('Gone'?). The thugged out, bugged out, fucked-me-with-his-tongue-out crowd was completely into it. Something didn't fit so I raised my voice to tell them how inappropriate it was for a bunch of Bronx B-boys to bug out to N'Sync. They agreed but continued their buggin. One of them explained that "BET started playin the N'Sync video and at first I was like what I hate those fuckin guys, but now I kinda like it!" I furrowed my brow, slowly nodded my head back and forth and said "Yo, man.. that's fucked up!" before inhaling deeply. By that time most of them were feelin me except for the one other guy who wasn't feelin N'Sync.. a big stubborn FUBU-wearin' chulo who probably never knowingly talked to a fag in his life. He was the yo-yo-yo wasuppp gimme my ho's and bitches off the hizzies jainkey phat chickenhead on ma biddies da busta nigga type . My challenge was to get him into me somehow. After an initial confusion when he asked me "Who you rollin with here?" (I thought he was talking about E) I found an opportunity.. He had grown up in Miami and mentioned Jamron Records, so I asked if he knew the kickass Miami Electro classic 'Just Give the DJ a Break' by Dynamix II . To my great surprise, it turned out to be his all time favorite old-school track! He couldn't believe I mentioned it. From there we started bonding about other Miami Electro. My scheme had worked! Things we also had in common besides the old-school: - loving Blowfly, the filthy parody soul singer from Miami - loving blowjobs & shooting in someone's mouth - not loving N'Sync, the filthy non-parody 'singers' from Orlando 
Here's what I sang to Justin Timberlake when he blew me: 'Girl Let Me Cum In Your Mouth' by Blowfly I told my new thug friend: "I bet you never thought you'd have this much in common with a fag, eh?" He said he had nothing against gay people - he just didn't understand them. "Neither do I dude! Neither do I!" |
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