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This movie is art. I never realized it was released on HBO because it was deemed too controversial for theaters. I can see why, I got really uncomfortable lusting after Matt Dillon's torso when he is wearing his cut-off shirt. He was only, like, 15 or something when this was made. Creepy!
I got thrown out of Happy Ending last night, somewhere between the free whiskey shots at Julius and being hypnotized by fish the size of dogs lurking in some dude's giant aquarium. Today = pain.
I watched Mala Noche for the first time since high school last night, and holy shit, whatever happened to Tim Streeter? I can't find anything about him on-line, except that he appeared on one episode of 21 Jump Street in 1990.
He is my ideal. Except for the whole only-lusting-after-teenage-Mexicans thing. But wait, that was just his character! I bet he is super smart and cool in real life, and hasn't lost any of his rugged good looks since 1985.
He gets two pics because he is INSANELY HOT.
I kind of love vigilante activism, especially when it comes to protecting gays. If you live in Lawrence, Kansas, join this new group called Project Resistance I read about on Queerty and see what they're all about. They are talking about watching the streets outside gay bars to prevent bashing.
Kind of like a lavender Bernard Goetz brigade.
Remember how I had to hide my one sharp kitchen knife from the guy I brought home from rehab, after he went crazy on me? And then I couldn't remember where I hid it? Actually I can't remember if I ever mentioned that here or just told my friends. Anyway, I finally went to Bed Bath & Beyond and bought a new knife yesterday. And then, of course, this morning I found the old one hidden on the top shelf of my kitchen cabinet, behind the aluminum foil.
Damn it.
On a sadder note, I found out yesterday that the rehab boy has been kicked out of his latest sugar daddy's home. He is now turning tricks and living in a park in Minneapolis. He texted me yesterday about it and I told him to check himself immediately into a shelter, but he said he was "too proud to do that." Then you know what? There is fucking nothing I can do about it. You're on your own now, kid. Sorry if that sounds callous, but if you aren't willing to help yourself at least a little bit, then I am not willing to help you.
Sad today.
Catching up on trashy TV. On The Hills, Heidi and Spencer went to some restaurant called Cut, and Heidi sat underneath an enormous photograph of someone who I THINK is Christopher Walken. But doesn't it look like some eerie portrait of Spencer from the future?
Shudder.
Spent the last few days at the sprawling, haunted farmhouse mansion of a famous novelist in upstate New York with a bunch of lesbians. This seems to be my lot in life - vacations in houses owned by esteemed people, with large groups of dykes. I'm not complaining AT ALL, I always have a blast, but one of these days it would be really nice to have another guy come along for the ride. I'm posting my favorite picture of the weekend because the different looks in both of their eyes sum up my lesbian universe perfectly.
