"Rocky Horror..." Brought To You By Boys Town

Good people, the clips of The Rocky Horror Picture Show being shown on hulu.com are sponsored by Boys Town.

Boys Town provides "compassionate and effective care for today’s at-risk youth...through programs nationwide"

I gagged because I know one of the Boys Town's values is based on "supporting children and families in religious practices and values."

All I can say is that

a) folks at Boys Town didn't do their homework regarding being specific about what media content they wanted to sponsor

b) they have a gaggle of GLBT children in need of support and are reaching out to people that can roll with that

c) hulu.com drops sponsors where and when they need them, therefore, Boys Town is unaware of how they are being used.

I highly doubt scenario C, because I worked in mainstream media and all that shit regarding sponsorship is carefully calculated.

Watch some clips and see if Boys Town comes up. What is your take on this?

Amy's Turn At Metamorphosis

Now Amy has her turn at metamorphosis. While she was here she was a brilliant and credible music artist.

Unfortunately, when she hit big, the powers that be made her believe she had to get on the hamster wheel. It took its toll on her, and magic powder and pills just made it worse.

She does leave behind music that will be cherished for a long time, here are some of my all time favorites:



This one breaks my heart:

She Fought For The Wrong Cause

Don't fuck with her paper, aka money, or power. Murdoch's third wifey was not having it when some fool went to pie him in the face. Click here for the proof.

She made a choice in life whether to live it for purpose or power, and she chose to defend a sinister serpent that slithered for power.

A woman and her children have to eat. Then that woman has to live with how she fed herself and her children.

He will die. Your beauty will fade. All that will be left is the lessons you should have learned and the fight for truth you should have supported.

Alas, another life giving being, that forgot her gifts, fell victim to a man tethered to greed and power.

GLBT Teens Need Their Public Spaces

Gaylings serving it on Christopher St.
As a teen I could NOT hangout in the neighborhood where I lived and be out and proud. It was just plain dangerous to do so. While I'm not crazy about us self-segregating, finding other people like me on Christopher St, in the West Village of NYC, was a godsend. However, these days GLBT teenagers can't catch a break in their own gayborhoods.

V, posted recently about folks over at Boystown in Chicago having issues with the young, mostly kids of color, hanging about at night. It seems the elders see a connection between increased criminal activity and the yungins. (Click here for the post)

And, Michael Musto blogged several weeks ago, about Christopher St. businesses and residents are having issues with the yungins, again mostly kids of color, that are allegedly engaging in scandalous behaviors in the neighborhood.

Even the Manager of Boots & Saddles, Rob Ziegler (see pic) is quite vocal about his fears. (Click here for the post)

GLBT kids are extremely vulnerable members of our community. It concerns me that these kids are being portrayed as dangerous. What they need is for us older folks to be more empathetic to this stage in their lives.

There has to be a way that we can create, in partnership with the yungins, safe public spaces for them to socialize.

Anna Got Dissed, And I'm In Fashion Bliss

Good people, so the 2011 Fall Couture collections have been sent out into the atmosphere. It was very delicious for a few reasons.

1. Art once again strutted down the runway. I really enjoyed Armani's collection (see image above).

2. The first Dior collection sans John Galliano strutted and flopped. Yes, he was a dick for saying what he said. Booze and drugs is not your friend Johnny. Therefore, because of your caca mouth, you and the world of fashion must now suffer.

3. Azzedine Alaia turned it the fuck out, and Vogue was not invited. Click here for the slideshow. Azzedine and Anna Wintour don't likey each other. I have a feeling he once told her to chill with her dominitrix bullshit, and she gagged, then kept him from the pages of American Vogue for years! Meanwhile he sells like hotcakes to the rich women, of high society, with taste. Here is an example:

For the full effect click here.

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

I just got rid of a temporary houseguest. I knew helping him out was going to be a mistake. Let's just say he was a bottomless pit of need.

Not a day went buy when he didn't hit me up for money or play the victim in one self-created drama, after self-created drama.

Meanwhile, he had no concern whatsoever for my own challenges.

Good bye, good luck and good riddance.

Lady Gaga Banned At East Village Gay Bar

The 43 y.o. jaded me finds this contrived. She would have shocked me if her second album was acoustic

My friend Devon works in an East Village gay bar in NYC, told me that Lady Gaga is banned from being played on the jukebox.

Apparently the staff is not feeling her new music and so over having to hear it repeatedly.

When a customer violates this rule the staff ejects the song and gives back the patron his or her dollar.

I kikied when my friend told me this, and was shocked to hear that customers didn't revolt and leave.

Devon reminded me that the bar has some of the most reasonable drink prices in the E.V. Therefore, it seems affordable cocktails trump Lady Gaga.

BTW, doesn't it feel like the Haus of Gaga sits around the table and discusses what next shocking thing they can have her do?

Their creative process consists of them going into their Madonna, Grace Jones, Annie Lennox and 80s performance-artist archives.

Once they find something that makes them squeal they lather, rinse and repeat.

Putting It Together

Good people, little by little, I'm getting things in order around the house. I didn't get a Summer teaching job, and took it as a sign that I needed to put my time and energy into revitalizing the house.

There's a lot more to go. My mother would gag if she saw the clutter. She would say at the top of her lungs, "I didn't raise you to live like this!"

With that said, I will keep on keeping on.