Fab newspaper folded on September of 2006. I actually got the news September 5, to be exact. I remember being taken out to dinner at Jerry’s Famous Deli in WeHo (now closed) and I was gently told that the last column I submitted called “Corporate Gays” (where I let ‘er rip about what it
I saw this young punk wearing a sports shirt with the word “Supreme” scrawled across his scrawny chest and a number 10 on his back. It looked like a P.E. t-shirt of sorts, but of course, I immediately thought of American Horror Story: Coven, and how being a Supreme completely twisted the word to
My webmaster keeps telling me that I should go with the flow and place some ads in this here website to maybe garner some kind of revenue out of all my lovers, haters and lurkers that hit up this Hiss Fit on a regular basis. He says there are like 16,000 websites that are linked
I went to see Dita Von Teese last night at the world Famous House of Blues on Sunset Boulevard for her “Strip Strip Hooray” burlesque extravaganza. This was the last show in Los Angeles before she makes her next stop in New York. “My name is Paulo Murillo,” I told the man holding the clipboard.
Got a text early in the morning from my sister Hazel. My abuelito Paulo Murillo passed away. I was named after this man. Of course we all knew it was coming, but we thought he had a couple of more weeks. We figured he would wait until everyone got their travel plans sorted out to
I recently found my name being used in a heated debate on gay marriage inside the letters section of the website mobile.salon.com. This uppity reader/letter writer quoted me as saying “I’ll never be fat, old, or ugly enough to want to get married”. My initial response was denial, “I NEVER said that! Misquote! MISQUOTE!!!” Then