New Year’s Eve 2014 was interesting. This year I skipped the sober dance #BOOM in West Hollywood to go to a NYE party that was umm … not in WeHo. Getting ready for the party was way more fun than the actual party, but in all fairness, I don’t know how to gauge, how
West Hollywood Pride Festival was part cluster fuckery and part fabulosity. The line to get into the festival was REDIC for starters. That shit curled down Santa Monica Blvd. Lucky for me, I had one of those all access VIP bracelets (it’s how I do, shoot). But even the VIP entrance had a line.
The power went out in my gayborhood the other day. I’m talkin’ about ALL fuckin’ day. The south side of Santa Monica Blvd, east of Westborne Dr and west of La Cienega Blvd was completely left in the dark. And I couldn’t find a candle to see the light anywhere inside my apartment— but
“I’m blue, if I was green I would die–if I was green I would die–if I was green I would die…” — Or so that old dance goes. I think. Try telling that to this guy who gave you a new meaning to the words “going green” when he dressed up like a giant pea,
Too much to write about. Too little time. Funny story: A guy got hit by a car last weekend on Friday, December 14, in the heart of West Hollywood. It happened around 8:20 p.m. on the Santa Monica Blvd crosswalk that’s by West Knoll Dr, right next to Koo Koo Roo. The pedestrian crosswalk situation
My ass went to a Halloween costume party recently. It was a nautical theme. The friend that invited me has always been good about showing up for me, so I didn’t want to half measure a costume. At the same time I didn’t want to go nuts, cuz my ass can go nuts when it
I just L.O.V.E interesting people. I was on the phone with a friend when this fierce FABU bitch passed me by. I was like, “Let me call you right back!” I could follow this gay all day long. It was hot as fuck in the high 90’s but he gave you a topless torso