Do you know the difference? I do....thanks to my brilliant friend Dan Gaba I just now two seconds ago entered "Make it at Bushmills!" A contest for a chance of winning a place at Bushcamp and to be in the running for the ultimate prize - 30 days at the Old Bushmills Distillery and an opportunity to make your own unique blend of Bushmills.
How awesome would I be at that!!! I mean really father was orange and mother was green so all I really know how to do is drink, be merry and make people laugh!! Thank goodness Dad converted and I was raised Catholic, so the scars only show on the right side!! lol!
I made this short video....I had no time to think as the deadline for submission was 15mins ago...geez cutting it close is better than not at all.
At the last minute after multiple tries I couldn't get it to upload!!! Daggers!
Notice how my childhood stutter tries to come back but I push it back!!!They took the application anyway....maybe they'll see it here!!!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Freedom Writer!
The other day I was called the Harriet Tubman of creative writing. I'm flattered to no end, but it makes me worried there is a well-crafted descriptive phrase trapped in Mississippi somewhere!!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Fake Kiss....
Recently on a few of my favorite entertainment websites I have noticed a trend known as the "fake" kiss. Meaning a celebrity of some sort is only staging kisses to create media hype, for example, Miley Cyrus “fake” kissed a guy and a girl on Britain's Got Talent Show this month.
Stage or screen kisses have been in the business longer than the phrase, “boy meets girl”, but there is something about the term "fake" that implies malice or intent to hurt. Actors "fall" in love and make out with other actors all the time and the trick is NOT to make it seem “fake.” So this “fake” kissing phenomenon is odd to me….as if they know we aren’t going to buy the smooch at all they cop to it’s “fakeness” right off the bat which seems counterproductive to the point of the kiss in the first place.
A kiss for me is a sacred act more so than even having sex. During sex you can detach, retreat into your imagination, even pretend to be somewhere else, or as Lady Gaga alludes, "Poker Face" your way through it. However, when someone is literally in your face that intimate connection is not so easily severed. Faking it for the cameras is low. Straight, Gay, or Bi-kissing for personal gain makes me sad. You should kiss someone ONLY if you mean it. Even if it's not on the lips, kissing another's cheek is not just something to throw away lightly either. Air kisses are silly, fun and usually have some campy glow to them which is fine, but these empty kisses this soulless smooching isn’t worth any amount of buzz.
Caring and loving someone truly seems to be passé. Any public display of affection is just another means to promote yourself, and not seen as a moment of tenderness. Christ listen to me go on…..waxing rhapsodic over the art of snogging.
Stage or screen kisses have been in the business longer than the phrase, “boy meets girl”, but there is something about the term "fake" that implies malice or intent to hurt. Actors "fall" in love and make out with other actors all the time and the trick is NOT to make it seem “fake.” So this “fake” kissing phenomenon is odd to me….as if they know we aren’t going to buy the smooch at all they cop to it’s “fakeness” right off the bat which seems counterproductive to the point of the kiss in the first place.
A kiss for me is a sacred act more so than even having sex. During sex you can detach, retreat into your imagination, even pretend to be somewhere else, or as Lady Gaga alludes, "Poker Face" your way through it. However, when someone is literally in your face that intimate connection is not so easily severed. Faking it for the cameras is low. Straight, Gay, or Bi-kissing for personal gain makes me sad. You should kiss someone ONLY if you mean it. Even if it's not on the lips, kissing another's cheek is not just something to throw away lightly either. Air kisses are silly, fun and usually have some campy glow to them which is fine, but these empty kisses this soulless smooching isn’t worth any amount of buzz.
Caring and loving someone truly seems to be passé. Any public display of affection is just another means to promote yourself, and not seen as a moment of tenderness. Christ listen to me go on…..waxing rhapsodic over the art of snogging.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Creeping....
So the summer of Brandy w/ a Y is nearly here and it is starting a bit earlier than planned. Tonight I am performing at Boots and Saddles in the Fagtastic Gay Pride Show!! I wasn't planning on performing until the campaign finished on June 30th. However the universe is doing crazy shit right now this alignment of Saturn/Libra and Uranus/Aries is pulling me into the surf of letting go of things that aren't working in my life and embracing those that do....
I said yes to this show without hesitation and take it as a sign that I won't bomb tonight because I am reaching for what truly makes me happy. If I do bomb well then, no one is going die and all I have to do is pop back up on the board and ride the wave into the shore of the New World, as an astrologically inclined friend recommended!!!
I said yes to this show without hesitation and take it as a sign that I won't bomb tonight because I am reaching for what truly makes me happy. If I do bomb well then, no one is going die and all I have to do is pop back up on the board and ride the wave into the shore of the New World, as an astrologically inclined friend recommended!!!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Pass the Mints...
Last Monday I went to a benefit for The Mint Theater, they did a reading of The Naked Genius, by Gypsy Rose Lee. The original production in 1943 was directed by the legendary George S. Kaufman. His daughter Anne Kaufman was there and sat just a breath away from me. Truly the closest I will ever get to the Algonquin Round Table was in that small space between my banquette and her chair. My imagination just went nuts at thinking about what it must have been like to be a child surrounded by the Marx Brothers, George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin, Moss Hart, not to mention that most of his plays were made into movies.
Stage Door, one of my all time favorites with Katherine Hepburn, Ginger Rogers, Adolphe Menjou and Lucille Ball. I should have said something, anything, but what?? What do you say to someone who lived through the golden age of Broadway & Hollywood? How would someone like me even begin to start without sounding like "Man in Chair" with turrets. I kept my glee restrained within my chest masking it with permagrin and tried NOT to catch her eye for fear of giving her a stroke.
Kristen Johnston volunteered to star as Ms. Lee, from previous blogs you all know how I feel about the divine Ms. Johnston. Sadly the play isn't very good, but Kristen, as she does, pulled out all the stops and made the event hilarious. I got to meet and speak with her briefly. My friend Ned is her "Manny", not really I like to tease him about it, but he did introduce me and I managed not to come off as a complete idiot. I tried my best to just be myself and give my honest opinions and above all else tried to make her laugh. Ned offhandedly said, "I think she likes you more than she likes me." Untrue I cried.
In my opinion the play just doesn't challenge Kristen enough. She needs a play that will elevated her comic skills and unfortunately this piece is lacking. I mean Gypsy Rose Lee wrote it, the lady could shake her bits but turning a phrase wasn't her strong suit. Kristen gave the dialogue some much needed CPR and made the most of it. I admire her pursuit of a play that is worthy of her time and efforts. Unfortunately something BIGGER than herself, something so farcical and grand that would make her work to find more in every bit doesn't just fall into ones lap.
She kissed the back of my program and hugged me, which really showed me how tall she is, as her boobs sort of rested on top of my head. It's the first time I understood how it would feel to be a munchkin. Later she offered to autograph it for me, but I declined, I'm not that person, "I'd rather just be your friend I remarked." As she left wishing me all the best in whatever it is that I "do", I said, "keep shaken that mad jelly you'll find the right play." She looked at me so strangely, almost puzzled as if to say, "who is this tiny person with reams of witty banter & really big glasses?" Our paths just might cross again, you never know, I could write something worth her while.....
Stage Door, one of my all time favorites with Katherine Hepburn, Ginger Rogers, Adolphe Menjou and Lucille Ball. I should have said something, anything, but what?? What do you say to someone who lived through the golden age of Broadway & Hollywood? How would someone like me even begin to start without sounding like "Man in Chair" with turrets. I kept my glee restrained within my chest masking it with permagrin and tried NOT to catch her eye for fear of giving her a stroke.
Kristen Johnston volunteered to star as Ms. Lee, from previous blogs you all know how I feel about the divine Ms. Johnston. Sadly the play isn't very good, but Kristen, as she does, pulled out all the stops and made the event hilarious. I got to meet and speak with her briefly. My friend Ned is her "Manny", not really I like to tease him about it, but he did introduce me and I managed not to come off as a complete idiot. I tried my best to just be myself and give my honest opinions and above all else tried to make her laugh. Ned offhandedly said, "I think she likes you more than she likes me." Untrue I cried.
In my opinion the play just doesn't challenge Kristen enough. She needs a play that will elevated her comic skills and unfortunately this piece is lacking. I mean Gypsy Rose Lee wrote it, the lady could shake her bits but turning a phrase wasn't her strong suit. Kristen gave the dialogue some much needed CPR and made the most of it. I admire her pursuit of a play that is worthy of her time and efforts. Unfortunately something BIGGER than herself, something so farcical and grand that would make her work to find more in every bit doesn't just fall into ones lap.
She kissed the back of my program and hugged me, which really showed me how tall she is, as her boobs sort of rested on top of my head. It's the first time I understood how it would feel to be a munchkin. Later she offered to autograph it for me, but I declined, I'm not that person, "I'd rather just be your friend I remarked." As she left wishing me all the best in whatever it is that I "do", I said, "keep shaken that mad jelly you'll find the right play." She looked at me so strangely, almost puzzled as if to say, "who is this tiny person with reams of witty banter & really big glasses?" Our paths just might cross again, you never know, I could write something worth her while.....
Ingrid
This is Ingrid. My friend Kathryn's bike. If you see her around town, do say hi! She's very friendly....I have a bike as well. My boys tease me saying that BB is just a work of art that hangs on my wall, but it's not true. I have and do ride her through the streets of Manhattan especially in Central Park on the weekends. I even have a helmet so it's officially NOT art.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Nothing fishy here...
After our mermaid feast last night, the bartender gave us each a Fortune Teller Fish. Mine curled so much it looked like it had scoliosis....which according to the chart means that I'm extremely PASSIONATE. As a water pig nothing could be truer about me as a person. Both light and dark passions run through me only to surface under great restraint.
I think that should change I've been holding back most of my life and I'm not sure why? People with no PASSION annoy me like gnats. I can't understand why they bother living if they aren't at least driven by one overwhelming passion whether shared or explored in secret.
Then to seal my fortune we had just the right amount of chocolate pudding....mmmmmm thank you Mr. Bartender!!
Merry Maids Indeed!!
I pulled a hammy.
That's right while sitting at a bar having oysters and dreaming of redheaded "trannymaids". "Ye gods!" I get ahead of myself....here's how the evening unfolded.
Springing from my desk at quitting time, I dashed down to the subway caught the 6 and headed south towards the beach. Well not actually the shoreline but to the Mermaid Inn where I was to meet my gastronomic friend Kathryn. She had recently found out that everyday from 5:30 to 7pm you can enjoy oysters at the bar for a dollar each!!
My heart raced as I made my subterranean journey to shimmering salty bliss when we stopped in the tunnel and waited. Then we lurched forward into the 23rd street stop only to be told that the train would be going express at 14th street (a stop shy of my destination) DAGGERS!!!
Trying to remain calm as the clock ticked past 5:30, the baby leg and I went as fast as we could to 92 Second Avenue....feet don't fail me now!! Then I saw it....Ingrid, Kathryn's bike...already locked out front of the tavern. There would be no pushing or eye rolling for I knew as the gods know that Mars is hot for Aphrodite that Kathryn would have our places at the bar. Pheew. The MTA would not be my culinary foil this time.
I climbed up onto my perch and there they were the first 12 oysters of the evening.
I ordered a beer...which to my surprise also had a mermaid on it, she had red hair or wait is that a wig? Leave it to me to order a beer with a trannymaid on it!! She was fierce working those clam shells and giving me fantail face!!!
Kathryn and I giddy at our bounty could barely contain our delight so we continued to do so....after the 3rd dozen I looked at Kathryn and said, "Should you tell him or should I?" Our bartender who was fresh and friendly said, "Another?" As if we both were cracked from the same egg we said, "Yes please." The bus boys at this point peeked out of the kitchen to see who was eating oysters by the truck load!! Patrons came, ate and went, yet Kathryn and I sailed on...into 5 dozen oysters and for dessert a lobster roll.
We laughed a lot and talked of dreams and fancies. Traveling to Ireland and which grad schools would be best for a masters in poetry. Not only can Kathryn pound oysters like a sailor home on leave, but the bitch can turn a phrase. (this quite possibly will be her epitaph).
Oysters are like childhood to me, all my memories of Charleston and living on James Island with my parents hosting yet another oyster roast...Dad shucking them as fast as he could feeding my sister and I like baby birds. It's fitting that we squeezed this adventure in right before Father's Day....
Night night little mermaid kisses from the sea...see you next week!!
That's right while sitting at a bar having oysters and dreaming of redheaded "trannymaids". "Ye gods!" I get ahead of myself....here's how the evening unfolded.
Springing from my desk at quitting time, I dashed down to the subway caught the 6 and headed south towards the beach. Well not actually the shoreline but to the Mermaid Inn where I was to meet my gastronomic friend Kathryn. She had recently found out that everyday from 5:30 to 7pm you can enjoy oysters at the bar for a dollar each!!
My heart raced as I made my subterranean journey to shimmering salty bliss when we stopped in the tunnel and waited. Then we lurched forward into the 23rd street stop only to be told that the train would be going express at 14th street (a stop shy of my destination) DAGGERS!!!
Trying to remain calm as the clock ticked past 5:30, the baby leg and I went as fast as we could to 92 Second Avenue....feet don't fail me now!! Then I saw it....Ingrid, Kathryn's bike...already locked out front of the tavern. There would be no pushing or eye rolling for I knew as the gods know that Mars is hot for Aphrodite that Kathryn would have our places at the bar. Pheew. The MTA would not be my culinary foil this time.
I climbed up onto my perch and there they were the first 12 oysters of the evening.
I ordered a beer...which to my surprise also had a mermaid on it, she had red hair or wait is that a wig? Leave it to me to order a beer with a trannymaid on it!! She was fierce working those clam shells and giving me fantail face!!!
Kathryn and I giddy at our bounty could barely contain our delight so we continued to do so....after the 3rd dozen I looked at Kathryn and said, "Should you tell him or should I?" Our bartender who was fresh and friendly said, "Another?" As if we both were cracked from the same egg we said, "Yes please." The bus boys at this point peeked out of the kitchen to see who was eating oysters by the truck load!! Patrons came, ate and went, yet Kathryn and I sailed on...into 5 dozen oysters and for dessert a lobster roll.
We laughed a lot and talked of dreams and fancies. Traveling to Ireland and which grad schools would be best for a masters in poetry. Not only can Kathryn pound oysters like a sailor home on leave, but the bitch can turn a phrase. (this quite possibly will be her epitaph).
Oysters are like childhood to me, all my memories of Charleston and living on James Island with my parents hosting yet another oyster roast...Dad shucking them as fast as he could feeding my sister and I like baby birds. It's fitting that we squeezed this adventure in right before Father's Day....
Night night little mermaid kisses from the sea...see you next week!!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Swwwweeet 16!!
Holy navel oranges!! It's been 16 yrs since I graduated college and spent my first summer doing professional theatre....it feels like yesterday I was wearing my Birkenstocks trapsing around Vassar College, living in a dorm with Ethan Hawke, Denis O'Hare, Deborah Rush & Jane Kaczmarek just to name a few. Well we all know what happened to them, but what the hell has happened to me???
I'm just a few weeks from finishing up my campaign at work, one last event to go and then, "It's the Summer of Brandy with a Y"!! I'm getting back on that road I started on and I'm not gonna stop, not for nobody.....You can't start your career like this and end up a glorified secretary without jumping in front of a bus.
Musical workshops:
Revelers by Beth Henley, directed by Leonard Foglia
Snakebit by David Marshall Grant, directed by Joe Mantello
The Fool and Her Fortune written and directed by John Patrick Shanley
Workshops:
Wasp and Romeo and Juliet at Antioch by Steve Martin,
directed by Barry Edelstein
Hand to Hand by Max Mayer, directed by William Foeller
Special presentation:
Raised in Captivity by Nicky Silver, directed by David Warren
A Fair Country by Jon Robin Baitz, directed by David Warren
The Quilling of Prue by Mary Gail, directed by Melia Bensussen
Truly one of the most amazing summers of my life. Let's make this summer the one I make the rest of my life AMAZING!!
I'm just a few weeks from finishing up my campaign at work, one last event to go and then, "It's the Summer of Brandy with a Y"!! I'm getting back on that road I started on and I'm not gonna stop, not for nobody.....You can't start your career like this and end up a glorified secretary without jumping in front of a bus.
Musical workshops:
Revelers by Beth Henley, directed by Leonard Foglia
Snakebit by David Marshall Grant, directed by Joe Mantello
The Fool and Her Fortune written and directed by John Patrick Shanley
Workshops:
Wasp and Romeo and Juliet at Antioch by Steve Martin,
directed by Barry Edelstein
Hand to Hand by Max Mayer, directed by William Foeller
Special presentation:
Raised in Captivity by Nicky Silver, directed by David Warren
A Fair Country by Jon Robin Baitz, directed by David Warren
The Quilling of Prue by Mary Gail, directed by Melia Bensussen
Truly one of the most amazing summers of my life. Let's make this summer the one I make the rest of my life AMAZING!!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tom & Vinnie at Don't Tell Mama's
These two are family. Not just as in "gay" but my family!!! As Vinnie heads off for 11 months at sea shaking his jelly on a cruise line I will watch this often, so I won't miss him as much. As for Tom well I can see him anytime!!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Vas ist das Gagaklein!
Nothing like a little Night Porter with your pop music!! Only here she looks like she's covered in Moe's. Wait? What? Not homo's, Moe as in Stooges....geez.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Handkerchief Code
This is one of my favorite gay history stories ever!!
Handkerchief code or hanky code (also known as bandana code and flagging) is a way of indicating, usually among gay male casual sex-seekers or BDSM practitioners in the leather subculture in the United States, Canada and Europe, whether they are a top or bottom, and what kind of sex they are seeking, by wearing cotton color-coded handkerchiefs (bandanas), usually in the back pocket or around the belt loop. Hanky code was widely used in the 1970s as a gay code, however nowadays it is also used by many bisexual, pansexual, and queer people.
Today the bandanas are worn almost exclusively in the rear trouser pocket or tied around the belt loop. The left side of the body for tops and on the right for bottoms; just as tops wear their keys on the left belt loop and bottoms on the right. In the past bandanas might be worn tied around the neck (with the knot positioned on either the left or right side); around the ankle (when wearing boots or when undressed); or on other parts of the body.
There is no universally understood color code, and regional codes vary widely. There is general agreement upon the colors for more common practices, particularly those with an intuitive relation between the color and the practice, such as yellow for urolagnia; brown for coprophilia; and black for SM, but no absolute consensus for less common practices.
It is also rumored that this is how the Gay Pride Flag was formulated...Rainbows for all kinks everywhere!!
I'd also like to thank Wikipedia for having such a through and complete color guide.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handkerchief_code
Always check it before accessorizing or you might end up a pass around party bottom by mistake.!!
Handkerchief code or hanky code (also known as bandana code and flagging) is a way of indicating, usually among gay male casual sex-seekers or BDSM practitioners in the leather subculture in the United States, Canada and Europe, whether they are a top or bottom, and what kind of sex they are seeking, by wearing cotton color-coded handkerchiefs (bandanas), usually in the back pocket or around the belt loop. Hanky code was widely used in the 1970s as a gay code, however nowadays it is also used by many bisexual, pansexual, and queer people.
Today the bandanas are worn almost exclusively in the rear trouser pocket or tied around the belt loop. The left side of the body for tops and on the right for bottoms; just as tops wear their keys on the left belt loop and bottoms on the right. In the past bandanas might be worn tied around the neck (with the knot positioned on either the left or right side); around the ankle (when wearing boots or when undressed); or on other parts of the body.
There is no universally understood color code, and regional codes vary widely. There is general agreement upon the colors for more common practices, particularly those with an intuitive relation between the color and the practice, such as yellow for urolagnia; brown for coprophilia; and black for SM, but no absolute consensus for less common practices.
It is also rumored that this is how the Gay Pride Flag was formulated...Rainbows for all kinks everywhere!!
I'd also like to thank Wikipedia for having such a through and complete color guide.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handkerchief_code
Always check it before accessorizing or you might end up a pass around party bottom by mistake.!!
Friday, June 4, 2010
Revive This.....
On September 29, 1926 - The Captive by Arthur Hornblow, Jr. (who would later marry Myrna Loy) opened on Broadway.
It's a play about a young woman's seduction by an older woman. This queer history fact amazes me. In all honesty the play probably isn't very good, it only ran for 160 performances. However, I am taken a back that in 1926 such a play could and was produced on Broadway. I guess the '20s really did roar!!
I'm going to try and find a copy and read it....look for a Queer Fact Update in future posts.
ps-Basil Rathbone was in the cast...aka Sherlock Holmes.
It's a play about a young woman's seduction by an older woman. This queer history fact amazes me. In all honesty the play probably isn't very good, it only ran for 160 performances. However, I am taken a back that in 1926 such a play could and was produced on Broadway. I guess the '20s really did roar!!
I'm going to try and find a copy and read it....look for a Queer Fact Update in future posts.
ps-Basil Rathbone was in the cast...aka Sherlock Holmes.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Inside the Actors Studio.....
It's sad to me that this teaching forum has just become another media platform to pitch your new movie. This show has been an "inside" look into some of the most amazing careers in the entertainment industry. Now, it seems as if Mr. Lipton has gotten to the end of the line of legends and is freely selling his soul to the highest bidder.
The latest Sean Combs episode made me feel dirty. Now, I'm not slighting Mr. Combs in anyway, he is growing into yet another discipline as an actor but the entire show leaned towards promoting, "Get Him To The Greek," literally showing us clip after clip of the film. They spoke briefly of his theatrical training and touched mostly on his musical career, which in itself is a journey worth noting.
However, there was NOT enough to talk about. In fact Sean did little talking at all. His mother spoke quite a bit as did his acting teacher. I know in some other episodes they have had a guest say hello, or comment on the performer but the two of them stole focus and took questions??? Making it seem more like, "This is Your Life."
I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I can make a long list of theatre & film professionals that deserve to be on that show. Who can impart a truth to acting and the reality of the working actor, not to mention playwrights or even the elusive producer or god forbid a "techie"? How about that an episode featuring a Broadway Stage Manager, an hour of invisible glue!! Priceless!!! I'm sure Ira Mont can tell a story or two that will blow you're hair back! Get it together Lipton or I'm going to send Will Ferrell over there to bitch slap you!! lol!
The latest Sean Combs episode made me feel dirty. Now, I'm not slighting Mr. Combs in anyway, he is growing into yet another discipline as an actor but the entire show leaned towards promoting, "Get Him To The Greek," literally showing us clip after clip of the film. They spoke briefly of his theatrical training and touched mostly on his musical career, which in itself is a journey worth noting.
However, there was NOT enough to talk about. In fact Sean did little talking at all. His mother spoke quite a bit as did his acting teacher. I know in some other episodes they have had a guest say hello, or comment on the performer but the two of them stole focus and took questions??? Making it seem more like, "This is Your Life."
I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I can make a long list of theatre & film professionals that deserve to be on that show. Who can impart a truth to acting and the reality of the working actor, not to mention playwrights or even the elusive producer or god forbid a "techie"? How about that an episode featuring a Broadway Stage Manager, an hour of invisible glue!! Priceless!!! I'm sure Ira Mont can tell a story or two that will blow you're hair back! Get it together Lipton or I'm going to send Will Ferrell over there to bitch slap you!! lol!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Appropo....
Since we kicked off June 2010, Pride is very much in my mind. It is so appropo that I am now going through my latest obsession which is everything and anything Lady Gaga! Tick tock I know, I'm behind again and it's not that I didn't know of her and enjoyed her music but I was just chalking her up as the newest “it” girl with a microphone. My better half on the podcast, Marc Teschic has been Gaga'd-out for sometime and I had previously rolled my eyes at his favor but now I find myself "getting" it.
As I sally forth into the Haus of Gaga I am uncovering a lot more than I ever expected. Depth and breath of purpose and artistry and HUMOR!! Thus, making my new discovery all the more sweet. The line in the Telephone video where the two guards after strip searching her remark, "I told you she didn't have a dick." "To bad," says the other....HI-LARIOUS! Plus I enjoy her making Beyonce her honey bee with Little Miss B “acting” like she doesn’t get it….but maybe she doesn’t. Le Trageek.
I also love finding out where artists get their inspirations from, I know mine come from anywhere at anytime (usually on sleepless quite nights when I can’t turn off the brain). Gaga shared recently in an interview over Memorial Day after she “took over” the FUSE network that “Poker Face” was inspired by her fantasizing about women when having sex with her then boyfriend who didn’t approve of said cerebral candy.
She said it as if she was asking for more tea. If it was solely for shock & awe then it worked because I could hear my eye lids blinking. Or it was a completely honest answer & why not say it without blushing? The bitch is free!
….and that’s your queer fact for today.
As I sally forth into the Haus of Gaga I am uncovering a lot more than I ever expected. Depth and breath of purpose and artistry and HUMOR!! Thus, making my new discovery all the more sweet. The line in the Telephone video where the two guards after strip searching her remark, "I told you she didn't have a dick." "To bad," says the other....HI-LARIOUS! Plus I enjoy her making Beyonce her honey bee with Little Miss B “acting” like she doesn’t get it….but maybe she doesn’t. Le Trageek.
I also love finding out where artists get their inspirations from, I know mine come from anywhere at anytime (usually on sleepless quite nights when I can’t turn off the brain). Gaga shared recently in an interview over Memorial Day after she “took over” the FUSE network that “Poker Face” was inspired by her fantasizing about women when having sex with her then boyfriend who didn’t approve of said cerebral candy.
She said it as if she was asking for more tea. If it was solely for shock & awe then it worked because I could hear my eye lids blinking. Or it was a completely honest answer & why not say it without blushing? The bitch is free!
….and that’s your queer fact for today.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Social Experiment.....
In the vein of, "how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?" The gang on Friday night was kicking it at Happy Hour, when we posed the question, "how long does it take everyone in a gay bar to “Growl” during Bad Romance, by Lady Gaga?"
Answer....13 secs. Really even before the refrain, all the little monsters where foaming at the mouth..Gaga oooolala indeed!
Answer....13 secs. Really even before the refrain, all the little monsters where foaming at the mouth..Gaga oooolala indeed!
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