Jul 20, 2016

Life on the D Bus



It never gets boring on the D bus. Get into the latest kiki I experienced while riding the bus to work one morning. So this young guy walks in, looking very El Debarge but the hair is more restraint. He is sissying that walk for points. May he live long and prosper. So he heads to the back of the bus and I go back to reading the news on my phone. After about 10 minutes my ears pick up the following conversation involving the El Debarge looking dude and a kinda-banji white girl.

El D Looking Dude: No, I always had that ability. Since I was young I was able to pick up on people's vibrations.

Kinda Banji WG: What? What do you mean by that? You serious?

El D Looking Dude: I can read your aura and feel your vibrations.

Kinda Banji WG: Oh is that right.

El D Looking Dude: I have always been able to do it. You see, if I can read your aura and feel your vibrations, by picking up on your vibrations, then I can control your vibrations.

Kinda Banji WG: You can control my vibrations. (chuckles)

El D Looking Dude: Yes. And, if I can control your vibrations, I can control you thoughts.

Kinda Banji WG: Oh, you can control my thoughts now. (chuckles)

El D Looking Dude: Yes,

Kinda Banji WG: (laughs extremely out loud) Yo, I needed to fucking laugh. The day I am having. I needed to fucking laugh. Thank you man. Thank you.

El D Looking Dude: I know what kind of coffee you are drinking right now. I don't even have to smell it.

Kinda Banji WG: Okay. What coffee am I drinking?

El D Looking Dude: French Vanilla.

Kinda Banji WG: (makes loud buzzer sound) EEEEER! Fail! I fucking hate French Vanilla. (laughs out loud again) You are funny man, You are funny. I needed to laugh. (continues to laugh out loud)

El D Looking Dude: Maybe I should stop talking.

Kinda Banji WG: (exhales from laughing) I needed to laugh. For real.

Jul 19, 2016

How It All Went Down



The Donald:  Just study the video for christ sake! That is all you have to do. Jesus!

The Ivanka:   I don't care if you have to watch it a million times. You're going to get it, and you are going to get it right.

The Trophy Wife: I vant to do good The Donald.

The Donald: I want you with headphones on at night so you sleep listening to her speech. Pretend this is a pageant. You want that crown.

(The Donald turns to campaign advisers)

The Donald: Now, we are sure no one is going to remember this speech from eight years ago. That is what you are telling me. No one, and I mean no one is going to remember Omarosa, (laughs) I mean Michelle saying this damn speech eight years ago. Right?

The Campaign Advisers: Highly unlikely, Highly unlikely. Most people can't even remember what they had for lunch. The only thing their brains can hold is the names of the Kardashians.

(The Donald stares at advisers, than he looks at ground)

The Donald: Ya know! It really doesn't fucking matter. Like I don't have these morons eating out of my hands already. Just make sure the wife doesn't fuck up. I don't need to be attached to a fuck up.

Jun 27, 2016

Bill's Turn at Metamorphosis




While living in NYC I always saw Mr. Cunningham either pedaling away on his bike, or snapping away with his camera. Up until his recent passing I was a devoted fan of his column and videos in the Times. Mr. Cunningham was truly a member of the NYC community and of humanity.

My favorite memory of him is back in the summer of 1988 or 89. I was hanging out with Willi Ninja and the rest of the house in Washington Square Park. We were holding court by the fountain. And, of course the music was pumping from a radio and the House of Ninja was voguing for points. Mr. Cunningham jumped off his bike and our little moment turned into a photo shoot. Willi looked at one of his "children" and said, "Turn it out. He's Bill Cunningham from the New York Times. Gurl you will be in the newspaper."

I admire him for living a life dedicated to following his passion. Another legend has passed. My but the world is changing.

Jun 21, 2016

Say Their Names

I have been somewhere in between numb and shock in regards to the mass killing in Orlando. Several days ago this poured out from me onto my facebook page. I am now sharing it here.

Every human comes with gifts to share with the world. Every human given love and guidance can learn how to share his or her gifts with the world. We all can testify about our own moments of having the experience of receiving the gifts of another, in our own life's journey, proves this belief to be true.

With the pull of a trigger, humans moving with hate and misguidance, can purchase weapons designed for war and easily wipe away the souls sent by the divine. We continue to lose beautiful spirits embodied within flesh, because fearful souls feel the need to possess the weapons that can kill instantly when they are angry, scared, confused or lost.

Mass killings are becoming the new abnormal. And, don't get it twisted, gun violence is out of control. Look at what is happening in Chicago. To those that believe that current gun laws, especially regarding semi-automatic guns are sane you are stuck in wanting to be right, rather then doing what is right. Many countries that have faced the horror of mass killing and gun violence are getting it right. Australia has not had a mass killing since 1996! Why? Australia changed their laws about gun possession . Google it!

Sadly, we continue to lose our sense of safety. We also continue to lose the beautiful spirits that were sent to aid our shared humanity. Take a look at what we have lost. Click Here

May 24, 2016

Happy Birthday Marcos


Not a day goes by that I don't think about Marcos. He passed on a little over five years ago. I have reached that place where I am at peace with knowing a part of his spirit is always with me, and that his influence continues to guide me. 

Today, would have been his 56th birthday. In celebration I decided to send him flowers!

May 17, 2016

In The 21st Century...People Will Draw 3D Objects in the Air

I am just so grateful to be alive to continue to see the fantasy of George Jeston's world become reality. Get into this fierce tech xtravaganza here:

Apr 22, 2016

Prince's Turn at Metamorphosis




 I think I will honor his legacy by sharing what his music and persona meant to me.

  • The first time I heard Little Red Corvette I gasped because I truly thought I was listening to grown folks have sex in a car. 
  • The song Controversy turned me out as a little boy. I couldn't believe this man on the radio was singing about people wondering if he is black or white, straight or gay. And, all he wanted was to be free of the bullshit. 
  • When Purple Rain came out, I went to go see it with my cousin. We caught the first showing at around 11:30 am, we didn't leave the theater till after 5:00 pm. We kept watching it over, and over again. 
  • I would try to dissect the sounds swirling in my headphones as I listened to his music. The layers of genius left me mesmerized.
  • While I was never a big fan of his fashion, I applauded the fact that he turned it out the way he wanted to turn it out. The brother was bold!
Thank you Prince. Your music still transfixes me no matter how many times I hear it. You have lived to see many dawns. I suppose right about now you are meeting up with Vanity and the two of you are going to smoke a peace pipe. Travel on!