Sometimes, only loneliness knows where you live.

Not a redesign more like a (pre)design until I get all the pieces to come together…

Christmas time is here, welcome to hell, stand right here and wait, right here next to the man who invented aluminum siding.

This man is a brute. There’s rudolph brute, army brute, fireman brute, rambo brute, a very hairy christmas brute and excuse me father for I have sinned brute

8 Inches of snow last night…help!

CAROLS FOR THE DYSFUNCTIONAL:
Schizophrenia — Do You Hear What I Hear?
Social Anxiety Disorder— Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate.
Paranoid — Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me
Manic — Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and
Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and Fire Hydrants and …….
Multiple Personality Disorder — We Three Queens Disoriented Are
Narcissistic — Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
Borderline Personality Disorder — Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder —Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells  
Agoraphobia — I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn’t Leave My House
Oppositional Defiant Disorder — I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus So I Burned Down the House

Ummm…

George W. as Time’s man of the year, I know someone else who was featured…for better or worse.

John just posted one of my favorite disco house tunes of all time, check out his amazing site Music is a Virus that keeps growing and growing, which is to our benefit!

Shit, the Love Shack burned down! I do believe I need to convalesce by surfing SMUT via Yahoo’s new Video Search function. Tsk Tsk!

The Angry Samoans were something of a novelty band, a joke, but a very sick dark joke that you knew you weren’t supposed to laugh at, but found hilarious anyway. Nervous laughter and sideways glance while I slammed around bobbing up and down to their hate filled lyrics, thinking, I know I shouldn’t but I want to because the forbidden is… Then again this was the Samoans who made a career out of creating raw uncut music peppered with inexcusable political content, slurs, and social incorrectness that really bordered on mental retardation.

Their 1983 tune Homosexual still offends me, how dare those fucks, probably in denial, I mean aren’t guitars giant phallic symbols anyway? I listened to the tune ‘back then’, let it go by, because I didn’t think they were talking about me, or even YOU. But what if someone covered this tune today, would it be any less homophobic, or is it just ironic.

Soft Pink Truth give Homo-sexual a going over on their new CD/Do You Want New Wave or Do You Want The Soft Pink. Sampling and audio cuts slice and dice the song into a throbbing electro stomper ripe for dance floors everywhere. Like rap stars that own the term niggah, Soft Pink Truth embrace the slur Faggot, in a radical fairy disco send up. I love the subtle way this cover turns the tables, reverses the initial intention. A few lyric changes and the message swings in the opposite direction, hitting a satirical bullseye like a grenade.

All hail that 1983 come fuck me dirty synth sound and Bobby O’ post disco lube job on The Flirts Calling All Boys. After hours shirts off, methadrine train zooming into a tunnel for a suspended black out period. Bonus Track About Boys

Punk Rock Flyers Archive. This site contains an archive of flyers for mostly hardcore punk gigs from the era 1982 to 1984 that took place in Tucson Arizona, Phoenix, and Los Angeles. Historical narrative and observations are included as well as stickers, various handbills, and other curiosities from the same era.” My…what do we have here and here! Check out this JFA t-shirt with Reagen.

Read now read often or else…Alice Bag’s Diary of a Bad Housewife has the bestest blog. An interview with Dinah Cancer, are you kidding me? I would so pay for this stuff…now where is my copy of New Wave Theater?!

An arctic blast stormed across Lake Erie last night, plunging us into the deep freeze and dropping 8 inches of snow. Only die hard music whores would drive through the white shit to make it to a show. Scissor Sister’s with opener, VHS or BETA at the House of Blues in the old Woolworth Building on Euclid. This was the third visit for the Scissor Sister’s, first at the Grog Shop, 30 people, you know, being a slow burner and all. A considerably larger crowd last night. I thought attendance would be a whole lot more gay, but it was an odd mix up of people, which makes things more interesting. Is it a uniform now for all the young dudes to wear jeans, short sleeve t-shirt, over a long sleeve white thermal underwear shirt, or was this just functionality.

VHS or BETA, I love my boys, they are H.O.T. hot, as in disco house band, funky freaky, this pop song is sweeter than sugar HOT. Who could possibly fathom that little old Louisville Kentucky would crank out such a concoction. They were in fine form, grateful to see a decent size crowd given the weather. You know the best dance music is one with a live drummer, always, hands down, warmer, fresher, it just works.

Scissor Sisters, oh my, what can said…David said it reminds him of the Sid and Marty Kroft Super Show. I can’t say I disagree, and if the band wasn’t so damn likable, it wouldn’t work at all. Fuck it, it’s just fun, and even though I’ve played that CD to death, the songs are still great, I guess that’s what good pop music is all about, it works.

The Scissors’ have an act, gay act, well only 3 are gay, but it’s campy. Uber cub/bassist BabyDaddy/Scott Hoffman packs his polyester pants, Jake Shears, ummm errr pimpin Mick Jaeger, and Freddy Mercury, Ana Matronic, part Anne Margaret, part Mama Cass., it’s all so burlesque somehow. 70′s pop cliche meets synth pop meets variety hour. Between song banter ala Rip Taylor, I was definitely entertained.

Bombarded w/white stuff (snow), VHS or BETA tonight, and tons of bits and pieces; I can’t believe Jak Airport passed away, it must have been the day the world turned day-glo. Are WE really where WE live, and you know WE turn the mother fucking gay-borhood out, zip code cluster fucking? Finally, where do artist/murderers get hung, in Naples of course…so what about my favorite painter of all time?

He did not simply thumb his nose at the worshippers of Michelangelo; he took on the whole premise of Renaissance painting. His bohemian, quasi-criminal life style – late nights in taverns and frequent brawls – seemed a head-on attack on the social status that artists had fought so hard to gain. And by rejecting the hierarchies that prized figurative painting over landscape and still life, and the beau ideal over naturalism, he called into question the very basis of Renaissance poetics
(The Bounty of Caravaggio’s Glorious Exile NYTimes)

‘Best Of’ lists already?!…Yahoo’s photos of the year, a startling compendium of memorable images from the past 365 days. Kick yourself for all the great art shows you may have missed, excuses, excuses, a preview of Art Forums Best of 2004, as 13 critics and curators look at the year in art.Don’t forget to check out John Water’s top 10 in films.

Each year Tate Britain invites an artist to create a Christmas Tree. This year sculptor Richard Wentworth has dressed a traditional Norwegian Spruce tree with broken halves of plates and strings of dimmed domestic light bulbs. Text panels on the base describe the histories of the tree’s four elements: the lightbulb, the plate, the Christmas tree and the plinth. Visitors are invited to interact with the tree by leaving digital presents (photos, movies, texts etc) via the Christmas tree’s bluetooth antenna. If your phone has bluetooth you can send a file to the tree, choose the send via bluetooth option on your phone and choose Christmas tree from the available devices. If you cannot connect to the tree you can send your file via email to christmastree@untitledfolder.org, or online here. The digital presents will be unwrapped at www.untitledfolder.org/christmastree on Christmas day.

As we are in the Holiday season, I thought it might be interesting to revisit the notion of family, and how gay marriage figures in to the equation. Perhaps, it is time for those of us who feel strongly about this cause to speak up at the family table. More goodness from Boblog

I know I do, pass that damn gay ass butter hon, and a hot slab of boy beef fucker, I’m a homo on the go and need my energy! Seriously, right now, I’m big on annoying the general public with overt homosexual gestures, and displays of big gayness. You know holding hands with boys in Border’s, blowing kisses at hot studs in trucks, and on and on and on! It’s a very powerful experience as of late.

File under, this country’s kooks are scaring the hell out of me. What should we do with US classics like Cat on a Hot Tin Roof or The Color Purple? “Dig a hole,” Gerald Allen recommends, “and dump them in it.” Don’t laugh. Gerald Allen’s book-burying opinions are not a joke. Earlier this week, Allen got a call from Washington. He will be meeting with President Bush on Monday. I asked him if this was his first invitation to the White House. “Oh no,” he laughs. “It’s my fifth meeting with Mr Bush.” Bush is interested in Allen’s opinions because Allen is an elected Republican representative in the Alabama state legislature. He is Bush’s base. Last week, Bush’s base introduced a bill that would ban the use of state funds to purchase any books or other materials that “promote homosexuality”. More from the Guardian U.K.

A leading gay rights group, The Gay and Lesbian Intergroup was recently given official parliamentary recognition by the European Union. You mean we aren’t really the downfall of society as we now know it? Hooray for France, they came a step closer to creating a new law, making homophobic or sexist comments illegal and outlawing homophobia in the workplace.

EBay Negative on Negativland IPod
EBay removed a modified U2 iPod from its auctions Monday after Apple Computer complained of copyright violations, to the wonder of several intellectual-property attorneys. Francis Hwang, an artist and director of technology at Rhizome.org, purchased a U2 iPod and loaded it up with seven albums from Negativland…more

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Taboo Behavior on The Farm
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Let’s be honest. spam gets right on your tits. At SpamShirt they have come up with a plan: recycling useless spam into sparkling new t-shirts! environmentally conscious, and a new lease of life for all that spam that floods your in-box. Spam shirt is a unique gift idea!

Christmas? Sure…

ET in a Christmas Tree, holy shit is right!

Children caught worshipping satanic christmas elf after consuming egg nog with long expired ‘use by’ date.

Woman crafting macrame Santa, dies of boredom.

Candycane Vibrator XXX Adult Christmas Toy stuck in ON position. Doctors queried by reporters say malfunctioning candy canes vibrators, “rare”.

Naughty or Nice or Nice and Naughty?

From WhoWouldBuyThat…

S’mores Nativity Set: Baby Jesus comes nestled on a bed of flammable material in case he isn’t soft and molten enough for you.

…Beauty is a terrible and awful thing! It is terrible because it never has and never can be fathomed, for God sets us nothing but riddles. Within beauty both shores meet and all contradictions exist side by side. I’m not a cultivated man, brother, but I’ve thought a lot about this. Truly there are mysteries without end! Too many riddles weigh a man down on earth. We guess them as we can, and come out of the water dry. Beauty! I cannot bear the thought that a man of noble heart and lofty mind sets out with the ideal of the Madonna and ends with the ideal of Sodom. What’s still more awful is that the man with the ideal of Sodom in his soul does not renounce the ideal of the Madonna, and in the bottom of his heart he may still be on fire, sincerely on fire, with longing for this beautiful ideal, just as in the days of his youthful innocence. Yes, man’s heart is wide, too wide indeed. I’d have it narrower. The devil only knows what to make of it! But what the intellect regards as shameful often appears splendidly beautiful to the heart. Is there beauty in Sodom? Believe me, most men find their beauty in Sodom. Did you know this secret? The dreadful thing is that beauty is not only terrifying but also mysterious. God and the Devil are fighting there, and their battlefield is the heart of man. But a man’s heart wants to speak only of its own ache. Listen, now I will tell you what it says…

Dostoevski, The Brothers Karamazov

woops…a little mail mishap, now fixed, thank you.

Hey Now, Joe is back, blogger hottie, tinkering, heh heh, ahhh… shucks.

Yep, I’m tardy, but I now get my daily dose of Real Truth Fun Action at Michael Roger’s brilliant web site BlogACTIVE Call it New Queer Radicalism, or whatever, it’s just damn great. A dose of reality, indeed!

Media hounds and gossips alike got a quick introduction to ‘BA’ when Roger’s suggested virulently anti-gay Virginia Republican Congressman Ed Schrock was gay. You can read the rest of the story in Los Angeles magazine where Rogers talks about outing, hypocrisy, Republicans, and the impact of his site on a polarized political world. Scandalous, hardly, when is the truth scandalous, not any more so, than the fodder of anti-gay government officials that lie in order to promote and legislate their version of the truth.

All hail the fierce black queen at the department store who insisted, much to the dismay of his manager, that I get his employee discount on my holiday purchase.

“You can’t give him the 30% discount reserved for friends and family” screamed the manager.

Fierce ruling diva shoots back with,”The hell I can’t, I’m a friend and he’s family, cha ching”

With an overtly dramatic swooping motion, the cash register slams shut, I was given my receipt and discounted holiday purchase, while Miss Chocolate city handily exclaims,

“I’m going on break”

Thank you and a happy homo holiday to you too! Work it, un huh!

Two things precipitated my rant below, World AIDS Day, and a new attitude in the gay community. Out of courage or fear, something is happening, that something is that we are sticking together. The outcome of the November elections, while not ideal in the least, have brought so many of us closer together. So often I would hear terms like ‘old gay’ or ‘old guard gay’ versus ‘new gay’ or even ‘professional gay’ used in the community. While I often felt such definitions were fun, they were also bit divisive. Whatever labels we once created are now void, there is simply, us.

Yes, evil Republicans and Evangelical Christians everywhere, you have underestimated the power of ‘the club’. As I say this half in jest, there is a bit of truth, we are a very resilient community. Sure, say what you will, Friends of Dorothy, guppies, flaming homosexuals, hot daddies, boys, bull dykes, bikers, lipstick lesbians, fag hags and drag hags, ladies, chicks, freaks, criminal fringe and those friendly to the cause, we are among you. We are an incredibly diverse group who are beginning to come together, do we have a choice? I know some of you will have to come along kicking and screaming, or perhaps you want no part and prefer to remain apathetic, worse you’re a Republican! Gasp! It isn’t my intention to paint an idyllic picture of the task at hand, I know that any rights we save, regain or create, we will have to fight for, and fight we will!

Not only will we fight to protect our rights, we will promote an agenda that embraces diversity, equality and even our contradictions. I can understand the sentiment of some who claim the ‘gay marriage issue’ was the downfall of the election, the democratic party, I say bullshit. Will there ever be a ‘good’ time to approach the subject, to begin a dialogue. We can and will wrestle our fate out of the hands of the conservative right wing.

At the very least we must protect what groups like ACT-UP accomplished; the fight to protect us against mandatory testing for the AIDS virus, the inclusion of homosexuals in AIDS research, at every level. They changed the system, from research and drugs, to patients rights. They did it by demanding, by insisting, by standing up and refusing to be silent. I know the AIDS fight is just beginning, it’s global now, but the men and women of ACT-UP gave to us, power in every way, and we must not lose our ability to unify and come together to create change. We may not get there in a year, next year, 5 years or 10, but we will get there, and it will only happen one way, together.

I will now descend from the soapbox…breathe, there’s more stuff churning internally…

I chalk up the lack up posts to the fact that I used to be the godfather of funk, well my funk anyway. I tried to live without you, I tried to say no, I tried to quit, self destruct, malfunction, explode. I chased you, and you ran away, it was all so useless, futile. I tried to return to a workaday world but no, my investment was purely for survival, cash money. I studied the great artists, I fell in love with the history of slides, and eventually the art. I waltzed around all of it, until I was whirling out of control, I did everything but make the damn fucking shit.

A very good friend would get annoyed with me because he knew, I wasn’t working, painting, let alone anything daily. Oh and really, he so pissed me off, if only because he was right. I started working, I’m working again, and a vocabulary is returning, paintings are getting made, prints, photographs, more and more items. Work is rushing toward this page, and will more than likely jump onto part of Jockohomo, and that’s a good thing. I found a way to begin again, and most importantly, a way not to stop.