Ordinanry World

Oh yes, I am from the San Gabriel Valley, and I am totally the half white Mexican girl without a white parent who gets made fun of by every Mexican person on earth who is a friend, relative, classmate, until going into the world and being told and treated like shes white. That's my next fucking book, let me tell you, its going to be called, PASSING: A HEAD FUCK.

So, this incessant re-entry into my formative years is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated. It's just an essay, but in a way, it's the essay that precedes ME, this point of reference is so loaded with DAMAGE, internal questions zooming around the brain like, who do i want to be, who am i, what will be my path. I've never placed much weight on the different years of my life other than to say, 'oh yeah, that year sucked, that year ruled.' And I've never dug so far back into my past searching for answers. As it turns out, the years 1990 to to 1995 sort of put the stamp on what was to come in the next decade and even now- when I feel I've had enough time and distance to reinvent myself as an adult ( i would say this has been most recent, since 2006, really)and I never thought I'd say this, but getting older really is a joy.
It strange to look back on my 11 year old self and, dig through her journals and zines, and see how all those old fears meant more to her than her own happiness. So desperate our we to belong when we are young that we really do miss the wonderful opportunities that surround us. But, then again, the things I did grab onto, weather defensively or defiantly have led me to this moment right now, and I must honor who I am today, someone that well, I think is pretty nifty.
After this essay is done, I'm putting a moratorium on Guns n Roses, and perhaps, finally, closing the book Axl Rose. Really, I just don't think I can listen to Appetite for Destruction one more time without wanting to murder my stereo. I hand him to the next girl, but they've never needed me to give him away.

Words Fail Me

And I'm a writer. :) :) :) :):) :) :) :) :) :) :)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last night was- I'm speechless with pride, overthrown with emotion. But it is... bittersweet, look peeps, the fight has just started, lets work on getting women recognized as three dimensional humans and not reflections of our own distorted fear based expectations, and most importantly I think of my GLBT brothers and sisters, a dark shadow has fallen on this most glorious of days, whatever, I don't usually toss this shit around but I believe in a higher power and that higher power believes in all of us, and all of our potential will free us. Let god do his job, god loves us all.

Don't Be Lazy! Go Vote!

Even if you don't think you're registered you can vote provisional. It STILL will be counted. That's how George Bush's ass got elected the first time.

Vote

Do it for Hillary Clinton, Do it for Rock Hudson, Do it for Elizabeth Taylor, Do it for James Baldwin, Do it for Martin Luther King, Do it for Rosa Parks, Do it for Matthew Shepard, Do it for Harriett Tubman, Do it for Sonia Sanchez, Do it for Cesar Chavez, Do it for Malcolm X, Do it for Del Martin, Do it for Obama's Grandmother, Do it for Jaime Escalante, Do it for Gloria Molina, Do it for Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Do it for Judy Chicago, Do it for every Japanese person shipped to Manzanar, Do it for the Pachuco's at Sleepy Lagoon, do it to spite those sailors, sixty years later, Do it for the kids who walked out of class in the 60's, 90's and 00's, do it for every sweat shop worker in every urban city, do it for every dish washer in Beverly Hills, laborer sweating on the corner of a Home Depot, do it for every person in the shadows who can't do it for themselves, do it so they can, and Do it for you.

Camera Obscura

So apparently this year my costume was a little too "obscure" no one knows who the fuck Mommie Dearest is, with of course, the exception of a gifted few -Stacy. I can't help but think had I been at a party of slightly older gay men, or in NY, my pop reference would not have been lost, alas, most people in LA thought I was an abortionist nun, which I guess is risque, but not stylez. I leave the politics to the trunks and asses. In any event, isn't that why we love LA though, because it eats the present, forbidding its own past?

Next year I'm going as the Jonas Bros, everyone recognized them.



For those however, curious as to who the hell Mommie Dearest is, enjoy below. I guess I really am a pre, post gay man. A friend of Dorothy indeed.


Sprinkled throughout: Paul as a phallic extension cord, Daniel as a Dolphin, Katie as a Lobster, Stacy as Angela Chase, Scout as a gansta rapper, Penny and Emma as Paul's turtle, Marquez and the Van Dy Camp fisherman and King Tut as a Halloween Cat.
Sprinkled further is Ani at the Girl Talk, Hearts of Darkness's show at the Henry Fonda last weekend when Frank and Greg rolled into town, and the smell's waiting room, where we listened to Anavan like old ladies, because our eardrums were breaking, while we waited for Hearts of Darkness's to take the stage.
















PS. Yes, i know that i am pretty, and so are you, wonderful, beautiful you! I mean, why can't we own it? Let you're beauty flag fly.

Cat Handcuffs

There is a Fats Domino




There is a King Tut

Leanne?!!!

Leanne?!! Leanne?!!!!!!?? WTF?!
Why??? Her clothes are so boring. Blegh, Kenley and Katow were cheated, long live Kenley!
Seriously, Leanne's clothes are like boring drops of tears after sitting through a french new wave sexist piece of diaroo. Ughhh.
I wouldn't be caught dead in one of her boring icicle sacks. Besides, can u imagine being stuck in an elevator with her? What a passive aggressive snooze. Viva Kenley and her hawt hawt clothes!