Archive for September, 2004



Generally speaking, I am against man-wigs. This is the reason why. I think bald is sexy, certainly sexier than this. I mean, I don’t know what state this says to you, but to me it says DC (damncrazy) not NY.
Thanks to Shasta McNasty for alerting the world to this site in her blog.

Friendly Fire

I used to have a friend who would refer to films not by title or star, but by catch-phrase. The Sixth Sense, for instance, she called “I see dead people,” and xXx was “Bitches, come!”
I miss that friend. I haven’t heard from her in ages. I think I have been friendly fired.

Brushes with Celebrity, Pt. II

Forget that Ruivivar cat.
I met The Black New Yorker!
Jealous?
You should be.
I should say I met TBNY blogging entity, including Heavenly Diva, ’cause I did. We all had dinner at Park Avalon (225 Park Ave S. between 18th and 19th, take the L, N, Q, R, W, 4, 5 or 6, or hell, get thee to […]

Non Sequiturs

First: Where can a woman get a decent nose ring or nose stud in this town? By decent, I mean only that it stays the same color and retains its stone, if applicable, for longer than 43 seconds. I have bought them at Claire’s, I have bought them at tattoo and piercing shops in the […]

Strange Fruit

For once, there are no jokes to make, nothing clever to say.
I went to the showing of the documentary Strange Fruit at Bluestockings (LES, 172 Allen St; F or V to 2nd Ave stop) today.
The 2002 film, by director/producer Joel Katz, reveals the history of the heartbreaking anti-lynching anthem written by Abel Meeropol, a Jewish […]




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