Sunday, October 30, 2005


Here's the Butler and RQM tending the roasting bird while toasted.

Ah youth.


Sunday, October 23, 2005


And not to be outdone by STB or Blogzie...

Here's me as a lipstick model.


Actually this is a photo montage of a picture taken by photographer Eric Stephen Jacobs.
It is me in my role as the Queen in Al Carmines Off Broadway musical, faggot.

Sunday, October 16, 2005


Inger's Maisie reminded me of this.

It's one of those glorious evenings in Greenwich Village 1975 long before crack arrived. Tracy and I are strolling the streets chatting before we land at Vivaldi for coffee. I suggest we go uptown tomorrow for the Colombus Day Parade.
She sez, Darling I love you, I would do anything for you, and you know how much I adore anything Italian, but there is no way I'm going to celebrate the annihilation of an entire race, which is what happened after Colombus arrived.
And let me add, I feel the same way about Thanksgiving, but if you invite me I'll come and bring my favorite canned jellied cranberries.
The only way you'll ever get ME to a Colombus Day Parade is if Sofia Loren is the Grand Marshall.

Fast forward to September 1984 and picture Tracy standing atop a cement planter in front of Cartier, screaming at the top of her lungs, BRAVA SOFIA, BRAVA SOFIA, CHE BELLA, CHE BELLA!
Sofia WAS the grand marshall of the Colombus Day Parade walking between Mario and Geraldine.

I expected the Secret Service to surround us. But no.

Sophia stopped, looked right up at Tracy and said, Grazie Signora.

What a happy memory, Thanks Maisie!


Queen For A Day is the first reality show I remember. Four women would tell their stories. Then the audience would vote for the one who really didn't want anything for herself. Somewhere in my memories Bess Meyerson would give the winner a mink coat, but now that I think about it, I'm not sure about that part.
I'm watching Three Wishes thinking I'll get a good lump in my throat and feel good about others doing good. Like I do when I watch Extreme Makeover Home Edition.
They (3 Wishes) are out west somewhere, Utah???, and the mayor of the town "wishes" for them to find a family that was wiped out by Katrina.
The really handsome blond guy gets on a private jet to find a family. The whole time he is on the verge of tears talking about what a great thing is about to happen. It is a great thing, really really great.
He finds the family. They ARE wonderful and greatly in need.

Before he can get the words out to tell them the good news, they are out of the shelter and off on a private jet to a new home in what they (3 wishes) have shown the viewer to be an "all white neighborhood", he is so emotional he is boohooing and so am I.

All white neighborhood?


Did anyone think to ask, would you like to move out west to an all white neighborhood?
I don't think anyone asked.
I think this is about....oh hell, I don't know what it's about, but it made me feel creepy cause those poor folks were used to get ratings. It wasn't really really about their needs. It was about a network selling adverts.
Will I watch reality tv again?
Will I get all lumpy in the throat with tears in my eyes?
Will I post about something like this again.