I'm An International Video Ho

Again, not really.  My mother would purchase an airline ticket immediately, come to my place in LA, and beat me with whatever she could get her hands on as if I were 15 instead of 25.  Disturbingly, I would probably like it.  I'm sorry Mommy, but it's your fault that I have a thing for older women who exude power.

Anyway, back in January my friend told me that her friend's friend needed people to lip synch for a Polish music video, and I jumped all over that.  You know I had to!

It's a song about a young boy in a small town who's gay.

I'm bona fide.


Dress Right

Sometimes I do runway.  And when the show is over, I'm SO BAD at follow-up - getting to know the designers, talking to photographers, getting acquainted with the fellow models, etc.  I don't know, but I think it's because there are things in life that are more interesting to me than fashion.  Doing the shows can be fun sometimes, and I've been fortunate to take part in Dress Right, housed at Apartment 3 boutique downtown.


Cutie pie.

The photo and video is from February's show, and I just did a show last night:  very vintage-ey, but without hipster pretension.  One girl told me that I looked like a 70's literature professor about to "school" a young male student...


Let me just say - I really hate most pictures and video taken of me.  I think I look ugly in them, even though people are like "Awwww, you're so cyuute!".  Whatever.  I could have sworn that I was cuter than THAT.  Not really, but to me the captured image looks different from what I see in the mirror, and it's kind of unsettling.  Same goes for my voice too.  To me, my recorded voice sounds different than the way I hear myself.  Does anyone else experience this?  Anyone?



Not really.  Just wanted to point out the fact that I've changed the title of my blog in favor of something a little more inspired.  The web address, however, will forever remain the same.

One night a few years ago, I was out with my friend Sal (hey doggy doggy!) and a couple of his friends - we went to Tigerheat back when they were doing it at Arena .  BTW, it's gay bars and clubs that I mostly frequent after dark these days, but I can't stand the 18+ ones!  Too sweaty!!  Anyway, Sal has a friend, Saul, who is OFF THE CHAIN.  I swear, I just don't understand it.  That night after we left the club, we were driving back to my car and after I said bye, Saul yelled something after me that I didn't understand.  I was like, "Rest in peace??", and my first ever nickname was born.

Sal and Saul started calling me Rest In Peace, and I kinda liked it - I had never had a nickname before, and I don't think anyone has one as unique as mine.  Not many people refer to me as such, but I don't care.  "Hey Rest In Peace!" has a certain ring to it, a je ne sais quoi that feels so right in its reference to me.

So when you see me in the street, holla.@SAD


Dance Magi(k)

Why is this one of the best songs ever?  Answer:  because David Bowie is singing it.

The divine androgyny of David Bowie can only be matched by the divine androgyny of Prince, and the essence of Tim Curry as Dr. Frankenfurter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

There's just something about a manly man with cheekbones in drag that makes a woman melt...


Winter Soldier 2008

I received an American history education as sanitized as you could think of in high school: no mention of COINTELPRO or the Black Panther Party, a glossed-over mentioning of the concentration camps for Japanese-Americans, a severe downplaying of the impact that Socialists, Communists, and Anarchists had on the public from the late 1800s to the 1930s. One of the greatest untold stories of the history of the American Armed Forces is that of GI resistance and mutinies, dating back to the American "Revolution".

It is an unfortunate thing that the right was successful in claiming the narrative of the anti-war movement during Vietnam - the false claim that protesters spat on returning soldiers in San Francisco persists until this day. Most people don't know or have forgotten that it was the soldiers themselves who made up a great chunk of the anti-war movement during Vietnam. I recently saw the documentary Sir! No Sir! by David Zeiger, and it really shed light on what soldiers were going through during that time, and the different ways that they found to support each other and the anti-war movement during their service.

Iraq Veterans Against the War held an event this past weekend that was predictably ignored by the corporate media, but was fully covered by the Pacifica radio network. Just like in the Winter Soldier proceedings during the Vietnam war, veterans of our current illegal wars gave testimony about the atrocities that they witnessed as a result of our military actions. They spoke about how that racism was policy, and how torture was dictated from the top.

As citizens of this country, it is up to us to be educated about what our tax dollars are funding in our name, and in the 21st century of fast and available information, we have no excuse and no right to claim ignorance about what is going on in this world of ours. You can't just sit down and expect the corporate media to tell what's really good - you've got to seek it out.

Spitzer's Uncovered Folly & a Federal Bailout...

What does one have to do with the other? Browsing through a Crooks & Liars post led me to this...

While New York Governor Eliot Spitzer was paying an ‘escort’ $4,300 in a hotel room in Washington, just down the road, George Bush’s new Federal Reserve Board Chairman, Ben Bernanke, was secretly handing over $200 billion in a tryst with mortgage bank industry speculators.
Both acts were wanton, wicked and lewd. But there’s a BIG difference. The Governor was using his own checkbook. Bush’s man Bernanke was using ours.
This week, Bernanke’s Fed, for the first time in its history, loaned a selected coterie of banks one-fifth of a trillion dollars to guarantee these banks’ mortgage-backed junk bonds. The deluge of public loot was an eye-popping windfall to the very banking predators who have brought two million families to the brink of foreclosure.
Up until Wednesday, there was one single, lonely politician who stood in the way of this creepy little assignation at the bankers’ bordello: Eliot Spitzer.
Please understand that I don't condone extra-marital affairs. This is why I'll never date or marry neither a politician nor a professional athlete - they all have a few thangs going on on the side, and not surprisingly, so do many of their wives. But for for the first time ever (and probably the only time), I have to agree with Ben Stein - this is a case of appointed beaurocrats undermining democracy by attacking an elected official at the behest of Wall Street (shhhhhh...).
There's so many aspects of this drama I could go on about: the criminalization of prostitution by the very ones that enjoy its 'benefits', the publicizing of private lives, greed, bailouts of private corporations with public dollars, all that jazz. It makes one think twice about seeking a career in public service...


George Bush Tied to Prostitution Ring!!

...by way of Jonathan Schwarz, details here.

And just to let you know, I'm subbing today right this second! Oooooo! For some reason, the district's net-nanny system won't let me check my Gmail, but for some reason I can blog (Blogger/Blogspot is owned by Google). wtf? I got thangs I need to be checkin' on!


The Price of Imperialism

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...also, think of the money that we could use if all of our overseas bases and the recently re-named School of the Americas were shut down. Our tax dollars would be ours again! I'd rather our country were a trillion dollars in debt because we were offering free education, free healthcare, and keeping kids and homeless people off the streets instead of being in debt in order to support a worldwide hegemony that not Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama are willing to do away with.