a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

so, i've been thinking recently about my stance against hanging out with asiaphiles. i guess common and mos def were right when they cautioned against saying "never say never cuz then u done said never twice"...and i've met some pretty great ones recently.

must be a granville island thing. that's all that needs to be said about that.

went dancing at the lotus and popped into wild rice, which seems like a wildly overpriced shi shi vancity place. who knows if the food is good...

the next nite, met up with the dearest to go to the ricepaper 10 year anniversary, and i got held up at the free box, but made it just in time for the food, though i was dressed too conspicuously not to be noticed going back twice. (in a free box special red satin mini, white sweater, diamond "brouch", kitty cat socks and fur boots toting my pierre cardin purse) also, my date had a flaming red mohawk.

it was amazing to see joy and gim speak, as well as hear sky's fabulous number calling, as well as run into a myspace photographer friend.

i also pestered some magazine folks about writing for them, and it may actually happen this time (cross fingers) i'll tweak the style a bit, since they actually came here to check it out (i'm humbled) and who knows, maybe you'll see your girl in on a larger scale yet. swiss chard(s)-the "s" is optional, appearing certain days on soup labias..uh, labels.

just a quickie, kinda like when they give you the ending of the movie at the beginning.

it was just such a stellar day, that it deserved its own blog.

i woke up early to go to the gym and had a decent workout.

was walking home and was intercepted by my dad, saying that he recognized my "strut" from across the street, i guess it's true that i have a swaggar if the one who gave me life thinks so.

he brought over 2 pineapples (it was 730 am) and proceeded to teach me how to cut it, lovingly cutting out all the "eyes". we had some and a rushed cup of earl grey. then he cut out and went to work.

i went around the corner to my couch where i finished doing my 'research' on In Living Colour, the third season (see myspace blog for those who are members, for those who are not, i recommend it highly, if for no other reason than to read my bloggerations there too) and then had to masturbate. i've become such a fiend..but it was one of my goals, so mission accomplished. and my man lives far away. what.

i got dressed in my tartan mini with the 'queen' patch on the side, my black and white knee socks and fur boots, a black button up and a green vneck sweater vest, and headed to tinseltown to see the new jlo flick, which was quite good. why does everyone gotta hate on jennifer? she's got the range, and she did work very hard from her beginnings as a fly girl to now, starring with robert redford and morgan freeman no less. hero for sure.

i had a taco salad, and finally got the mexifries i've been craving for the past month (i guess i can't rely on jesse to get them for me) and smuggled a bubble tea into the flick.

headed on down to complex with a spare peanut butter cup hoping to find jay jay, but i got to catch up with davis instead, and i had to eat the chocolate around the cup for him. we reminisced over napoleon dynamite moments and when the store used to be on the other side of the water on the other side of the street. don't deny that cat no blueberries. or ask him about triple five soul jeans. whilst shopping, the cousin of the dj that we do not speak of came rollin' thru with his homeboy, and i think actually had the audacity to try and chat me up. so shady, guess it's in the bloodlines. oh well.

next up, to the vpl, where i'm sitting checking friendster, and lo and behold, i get a mensaje from meeses, and we have a reunion that should have happened a long time ago, but bellybutton infections and such got in the way. nonetheless, it was nice that we got to talk and she messaged me from the next table, it was like having a stalker for a moment..it felt nice.

now, i'm blogging to feel like i accomplished something today, other than kick it old skool. peas. 

ok, so first off, my humblest apologies for the long hiatus, i guess when u start blogging everywhere that u can and u rely on the public library for your services, things can get tight, as well as having to work and attend hip hop extravanganzas (whew!) but life seems to be coming back to "normal"...so welcome back.

this blog will be dedicated to the Wiz, and the Muppets Wizard of Oz, and it seems appropriate due to my bonding with gay boys and the like, (sigh), i can't help it if i'm a faggot magnet, or if i have to police my gaggle of fags, faggle if you will, as in rock, to keep in line with the muppets theme.

oh, to preface, i had an epiphany after ?uestlove...scurvy's friend billie jean was in the back of the truck saying "i'm white, i don't like rap" and when asked, what about jo-dee?, she answers "jo-dee's gay, he might as well be a black woman. true true, though i think that i'm the opposite, the attitude i have comes from me really being a gay man...anyways,

back to diana ross and mj, and that movie that's gayer than gay. and set in harlem/atlantic city/jersey (how nuts is that? oz is atlantic city and the fraud of a wizard is from jersey..) the yellow brick road is indicated by yellow cabs which are magically off duty as soon as you approach, and i think that there's a shot of the skyline with a large floating apple..i love it, i love it.

diana, pre-diva hair and attitude, as a shy schoolteacher with the baby fro, showing off some serious singing skills, as dorothy clutching her little dog, is swept away in a snow storm to discover her destiny because she's never left 125th street. the munchkins are really graffiti kids come to life.

next we meet michael when he was still black, and kinda fat, as the scarecrow, and it's evident that diana influenced him, because it's eery how at times, you can't tell them apart when u close your eyes.

but there he is, tied up like he's on a crucifix, surrounded by crows who remind him that he "can't get down". even though he "begrudgingly" sings the song "u can't win", he's wining his body like a snake ma, and it's sort of disturbing.

not as headshaking though, (and worthy of remarking how this movie is gayer than gay) as when we meet the tin man, who feels so good when dorothy and the scarecrow are oiling him, and michael's looking at him smolderingly and longingly..all the while singing that "those who don't have to lubricate got it made". he finally evokes his "metal metatarsals" not to fail him and the three of them hit the stage and tap dance in the way that minstrel shows were brought to the millenium in Bamboozled.

on to meet the "bear" of the group, the cowardly lion that busts through his statue on the steps of the library, sashaying around with a mirror and whipping his tail at folks, then bawling when toto bites his toe. oh my.

well, we all know what happens in the end, but this was certainly an entertaining version..with the evil witch being a sweatshop leader who is the ultimate drag queen/mammy and when the workers are freed, they become naked and do interpretive dance, all of the men in thongs. uh-huh.

so, the history of this film as a gay legend continues, as freaks of the world unite under the rainbow and we all search for "home" within us and work for community. all4now.

a cultural exchange of sorts, this week has been a heavy bonding with the durian from work, my favorite spiky fruit of the newness. besides a full time working schedule, thursday nite was the dining with aformentioned new friend and his mother. we went to the foundation and i picked up some great free things, including an orange bag, rather suitcase. we had photo ops and good food (slow service, but that's main street for you) then we rushed home to put away the suitcase and have a dessert of coconut tofu with cherries jubilee. yum.

next up, the dufferin hotel, where the saab was waiting (so very patiently, might i add) and being picked up by bears and daddies in rainbow suspenders alike. we made it in time to catch the queens and get up close and personal with them...one kept showing me his balls...it was like margaret said "balls in pantyhose". also like margaret...i was unsure about combining the
"old gay and the new gay" in fear that they may react like Japanese fighting fish. it seemed all amicable though, they're both super shy so they didn't really interact much without the peanut butter me to glue it all together.

more working and working hard to get that raise, doing labels every day, and the time goes quickly because it's been overcast and people have been bananas for the soup. my homeboy milky at the pizza is a constant source of entertainment with his wild hair and aviators, as well as this blazer that's faux military and it rocks so hard when he wears it with the pinstriped pants. he tells me of his drunken exploits of fancy dress (sets the gays on fire) and his numbers chicken buffet eating and morning after questioning, and it's business as usual, mocking the americans that come into the market and ducking the fowl in the middle of the eating areas. i'm restricted from taking breaks with him though, as i always take way more than the alloted time.

tonite, i finally made it over to durian's house, after wandering around the safeway, and we created what we called the "bastardpiece", an omelete containing chicken, veggies, apple, cinnamon, and other assorted things...we served it on a bed of romaine lettuce with cranberries..and it was a confused meal, didn't know which one it should be, as it contained elements of breakfast, lunch and dinner.

i met his sister, and we had a brief kafuffle over a certain lovely blazer that i appropriated for long enough to take a photo. we made ammends though, in time to get to the bustop and get our butts to the show. we made it downtown and stopped into 7-11 to get energy drinks. she had "bull piss", he had "lizard jizz", and mine didn't need no cheeky alias, as it was seriously called "beaver buzz", and it was written on the bottle that it was "dam good". i wanted to save the bottle and scan it, but durs made me leave it behind.

the club was hot and a bit smelly and the decor was full of those accordian things from ikea, so it was like a large wasps' nest, but the music was good and the vibe was positive. we danced our faces off, and i was impressed that we went hard the entire time. there were a lot of heavily augmented girls in the club, so many in fact, that it could've easily been called "saline solutions". my favorite was this asian girl who was wearing this 'dress' that she got from the lil' kim "i'm going to prison" auction.there weren't a lot of appealing folk in the club, but hernan cattaneo kicks ass.

we walked home, stopping in the same sev that we started in, and made a pitstop at kits beach to revel in the beauty of the night and see the lightning, hear some thunder, but the only storm we saw was the 5am compulsive lawn watering showers of the contraband kits variety.

now we're back at his lovely home and i'm dressed in his clothing (nice to shower) and i'm debating whether i should nap or just pull the all-niter as we're gonna be sooo effective at work in a few hours, the pair of us. yep. well, i guess this proves that mere eves before my 26th birthday, i'm not that old yet. all4now.