Party Monster

So, after a marathon boyfriend->work->concert day, I'm exhausted and really just want to eat and snuggle up with Patrick. The Boston Gay Men's Chorus concert in Lexington went well, but tis to be expected. We homos can at least pull a show out of our ass. I'm pretty certain that some of them could even pull out more things, but that's for another time and for me NEVER to witness.

I was so drained by the time we were on stage, that I couldn't even get myself emotionally involved in "Jonathan Wesley Oliver Junior". It's quite the song, well written, very emotional. It's time for dinner, so I'm off, but google the song if you want to learn more.

Pics of my room are at: http://photos.yahoo.com/natanelnoo/

Well, as a token of my acceptance of the coming China domination of pretty much every market (approx. 2050 at the latest if current trends continue). I've decided to redecorate my living space in communist chic. Red and Black (with accents of Gold) everywhere. Okay, ironically it's also my fraternity colors, but that's neither here nor there.

I'm only half-way through the process, but the bed and window are done. All that needs done now are just some "finishing touches" and "art projects". I really need to stop watching shows like "Trading Spaces" and "Designer Guys".

As for my reading, I'm finishing "China, Inc." by Ted C. Fishman.

I applied to go to Salem State College (Salem, MA) last Friday. It's a bit of a step down in scholastic clout, but the clout isn't necessary. At least I've been told it doesn't. I hopefully will find out soon if I'm accepted. If so, I'll be going to the same school as Patrick (the boy). I'll have (ugh) two years left when I start, so we'll see if I can stomach it. At least the work won't be so hard for me.

I'll be studying International Relations (Officially) and Asian Studies (Unofficially, unless they'll let me pull it off as a double concentration w/o tacking more classes to my bill). Yes, I suppose that does explain my random creation of communist chic in my room, but it's also for the better. It ought to motivate me to actually get out of bed in the morning. I can see through my window now (and light can come in too).

Ta for now. I think it's time to do more shopping!

Of course, this begs the question whether it is Celsius, Fahrenheit or Kelvin. Secondly, must all evil be baked, or can one also frappe it if the situation calls?

Last weekend I introduced my boyfriend to the fun that is Pet Shop Boys (specifically "Disco 2"). That's the one with the Absolutely Fabulous soundtrack bits on it. I love it to death and it makes me so happy! Then again, what campy euro-pop doesn't?

I've finished reading "Clubland". It was quite informative. I'm not an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but I know quite a bit more about what happened in NYC & Miami when I was bumming around Chicago and Kalamazoo. To think I was so out of the loop is a tragedy. But alas, all's well that ends well my friends. (yeah! iambic pentameter) Aside from reading more like a 300 page news article than a book, I'd recommend it, but perhaps not buying it.

"A Brief History of Cocaine" is my newest "light" reading. In case you didn't know. Cocaine wasn't isolated until the 19th century and didn't make a huge splash until the 20th. Thanks to cocaine, coca wine (mostly the type sold by Angelo Mariani in Paris) created the idea of celebrity endorsements. Mariani got numerous people to endorse his wine and coca leaf (hence cocaine) concoction, including three popes, sixteen kings & queens (the royal type) and six Presidents of France. Okay, the last one isn't that impressive. The last photo op I saw of a President of France had him, his wife and his mistress on the stage. Anyway, I'm only 37 pages in and so far it's a pretty easy to read text.

Other new developments? Nothing much. I am trying to decide if I can afford and if I want to go hang out in Chicago for a weekend of debauchery with my good friend Ryan. (Fireball Weekend) The drawback is that it's run me about $300. I'm supposed to be saving money. All in all, I think I probably won't go, but I still have time to decide either way.

Well, as of late I've become obsessed with Michael Alig and the rest of his Club Kids of Limelight fame. For those of you who are unaware of the NYC scene post-Studio 54, there's a primer available. It's called "Party Monster" staring Seth Green and Macaulay Culkin. A truly fabulous film with all the giddy homosexuality one can handle. I have a copy, but I only loan it out to beautiful people, so be nice!

Other than that, I haven't written much lately. I started a relatively uninspired short story about the world of drugging in gay Boston, but it isn't going anywhere, so it is shelved.

Currently Reading: Clubland: The fabulous rise and muderous fall of club culture. Frank Owen.


You are Michael Alig. You are king of the Club
Kids. You are the crack-smoking gay party
promoter with a penchant for hotpants, red
lipstick and Andy Worhol. You created some of
the wildest parties this country has ever seen.
You had it all.. fame, money,.. men. So what if
you helped kill your drug dealer, chopped off
his legs, sprinkled him with baking soda, and
humped the box you stuffed him in. You're still
pretty and you know it!


Which one of Michael Alig's Club Kids are you?
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So my first entry is just to prove I DO exist. Secondly, I've decided that since I seem to have ignored my writing muse lately, this will be my medium for some time. Expect fiction, bad lesbian poetry (sure, why not) and bitchy essays about the red states. TA!

-Nati