SAN FRANCISCO DOG DAY AFTERNOON...

...tho, no bank are being held hostage to pay for sex re-assignment surgery as far as I know. However, I do know that it is quite hot for San Francisco. I do believe it is close to 85 degrees as I type this from my cafe of choice where the cool boys behind the counter all know what I want to drink as I walk in the door. Isn't this picture grand? I had never seen it before but it so totally captures the magik that was David Bowie in his 70's prime. So cool. So odd. So disturbing. So fucking funky. I had never seen this picture before. I found it on the MySpace site of an online pal who goes by the screen name of J@M35 - beach blanket bingo beatnik. Seek him and his blog out on myspace. He is ubercool, cute and has great taste in film, music and more! Way cool.

I think I need to convince B to toss out everything and run away with me to the UK where we can live as way cool close to 40 something bohemians. I wonder if we can kidnap Ing and make her go with us. However, B is off buying a car. An Element I believe it is called. Actually, I know it called an Element. It is quite cool but this purchase has taken up a great deal of B's time and energy. And, we are missing crucial beach time today. But, it is going to make him very happy and it makes me feel kind of high to see him happy. So, that is cool. I anticipate riding to the nude beach within the next hour or so -- tho, it will be far too cold at the beach by that time to disrobe we can lay down, make out and watch the ocean for a few hours. Hey, where's my sunblock?!?!? Anyway, I think I've a better chance of convincing B to someday run off to Toronto to be bohemian in a place where one can secure actual insurance coverage without paying half your salary. That might be nice.

Last night Ing hosted me to a sleep over or "slumber party" at this wicked cool home of two cool artists who head up a band called The Sippy Cups --- they perform punk/drug era 60's songs for children. They rock and so does their house. Ing got me up to all sorts of odd things last night till the wee hours of the morning. We had a blast but I am so sleepy. And, poor Ing is having to work in this heatwave selling books. Still it was much fun. However, I am leaving it to her to tell you of our adventures. I am a bit worried about that as she has pictures. We shall see if she has the guts to actually put up the photos. But it was so much fun. And to set it straight --- Ing is one hot babe! ...as a couple of pictures will attest. By the way if she does publish any photos of me -- I posed at gunpoint. No, that's not the ticket. Those pix are not really of me. They are of a guy who sort of looks like me. You know something is up when friends ask, "Can you remove your pants?" ...but I am a trusting soul.

Ing got me a gift --- a box featuring my all time fave picture of Barbra!!!! It is one of the Scavullo publicity stills from A STAR IS BORN --- and it was filled with really good chocolate candies!!!
Now, I just need a box with my second fave picture of Babs and I shall be all set for cool Barbra boxes! Now, this was the cover shot for her infamous LP which featured her duet with then boyfriend Don Johnson who is said to have a rather large johnson. Good for Barbra! Sure wish she hadn't recorded that song with him or made that appearance on Miami Vice, tho. Well, love is blind. Even for divas of note. Great picture, tho! So "don't fuck with me, fellas!" ...and DKNY was never put to such good use! Well, maybe it was but I like it. Anyway, by the time this album hit the record stores in late 1988 she had moved on to an affair with Quincy Jones. A much better choice. Where is that duet?!?!?

I got Ing a gift! A house warming gift for her new apartment which is going to be so cool!!! This gift will make it all the cooler. Tho, I am not sure Ing agrees -- however it did inspire her to make this pose...Ing is afraid of Liza. She is learning to face her fears. You know, my mom got this album for me when I was a kid. I think she thought I might like Liza and it would prevent me from being gay. I didn't really like Liza -- but, boy -- did that poor woman have it confused. I think Liza is actually MORE gay than Barbra. Anyway, this was Liza's bid for disco stardom. Like most things Liza set out to do -- it didn't work out. But, Ing seems to be happy. And, doesn't Miss. Ing look hot!?!?!? Oh, and a hot Latino dude came on to Ing last night. He slipped a chocolate into her hand. It melted.

I made her eat it for good luck. She licked the wrapper! I was so proud I thought my heart my bust!

Well, beach time is wasting away as wait for B to arrive with his way cool car from the folks who make The Element. I think B thinks I might go camping. I was planning on that but I had thought he meant hanging out with drag queens and wearing pretty boas on the beach. I think he was thinking of hunting, fishing and something called "hiking" ...most worrying.

sigh.

And, here is my iPod Shuffle as I walked from B's place to my cafe:

1. I Should Be So Lucky by Kylie
2. Fun For Me by Moloko
3. Elevators by The National Trust
4. Molly by Ween
5. Sleeps With Butterflies by Tori Amos
6. Are You The One by The Presets
7. Still by The Robber Barons

...the candies were starting to melt. Ing and her ideas!

Oh, and there is nothing worse than gay male couples who opt to dress alike in matching shorts, muscle shirts and sandals -- and they always seem to be in their mid 40's. I ran into one such couple on my way here whom I know. Now, this is a mixed race couple but I swear -- I could not decide which was which. It was creepy and odd.

...why does anyone read my blog? And, according to the hits I see -- there are more than a few of you who stop by! all i do is prattle on and on. ...and it is usually about the same things. Tho, I guess I didn't make mention of Goldfrapp. Oopps. Scratch that. Anyway, I am glad you do stop by. Just wish you would drop me a comment or too --- I promise I will email ya if you want me to bother you with an email. It is a communication tool, you know!

OK -- B got the car/truck and is on his way to pick me up. The Boss by Miss Ross just came up on my iPod and I am all excited. Ocean --- here I come!

Kisses!
matty