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Pledge Drive

It’s that time. When I ask all of you wonderful people that read this site to send me lots of love. So please click on the donate button and give.

I’m not going to bore you with woes like other pledge drives. The reason I’m doing this is to try and work harder on my writing career. It’s important, it’s just the rules our society has set up. I must eat. Money buys food. To have money I must contribute in some way. Simple as that. So I ask you too support art freely. I'm also trying to raise money for membership with The Field. It's an artist support group, they have rehearsal space and a grant database I want access to. By being able to become a part of the playwriters and artists community I hope to finally get my craft to an audience.

In return you get a big virtual hug from me; you keep me writing and encourage my growth as a writer. I truly do want to be a pro one day. I want to make it, Liza; I want my light to shine in the New Yorker (ah, and Broadway). Only way I’m going to do that, is by having time to write. A yet unsubsidized venture by the federal government; mind you they don’t mind building bridges to nowhere, yet artists…. well we all now the controversy. So yes with the funds I raise from this Drive I plan on buying cheap Scotch so I can write and continue work on not only my site but on my short stories, novel and play as well.

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Click on the button and give generously, it means a lot.

Thanks for reading and much virtual love.

Crushing on Daniel Vosovic

I haven’t talked about my love for this season’s Project Runway, yet I assure you, it’s close to my heart. Closer still when I freely admit I have a seriously infantile crush on Daniel Vosovic. I love the hair, his personality. He’s just cute. Someone I’d love to cuddle with.

So I figured along with my other odd little celebrity sightings I’d add this to the site as well.

This past December I bumped into him on the train heading downtown. It was a treat. He’s much shorter in person but still just as adorable, if not more so. For some strange reason I have a thing for big noses. He was listening to something on his I-pod, hair a flutter. Being who I am and not quite sure weather it was really him. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to hit on a really hot guy. I gracefully walk over, make eye contact, see interest and we start talking. I find out it really is him. He’s quite aloof but has a really great smile. I try not to talk about the obvious, like who won. We smile back and forth.  He unlike Jay, adores New York.

We’re about to reach his stop. I ask for his number, he’s not too inclined to give it. Of course I’m out of business cards at the time; I fumble and can’t write quickly enough. So the moment is passed, I watch him leave the train and he turns back with a smile – maybe I’ll see him, maybe I won’t, but it was a fun moment anyway. I think he’s really talented and for someone so young has created some really stunning stuff for the show. I hope he gets far and at least beats Santino. I’m getting over his arrogance. Somewhere in my heart I always want the nice guy to win.

Update: I'm so pissed off

 

Update from Fashion Week: Olympus Fashion Week

Running into Jay McCarroll

For some reason. I've been running into Celebes recently, (or they've been running into me) Well let’s just say minor ones this time around. When dancing and frolicking at the somewhat notorious Cock last night. I spotted Jay McCarroll at the bar in a hugh over-coat. Being drunk and thinking he’s really cool. I came over and talked to him. Congratulated him on last years Project Runway win. He seemed genuinely a nice guy and gracious, but I instantly detected sadness. We start talking, I ask him; “how do you like it in New York”. That’s when a scowl sets in along with a dark cloud. “The pace of the city’s to fast”.

I on the other hand love and adore New York - while haveing found that the pace of this city, suits my needs - I’ve learned to ride it. As any true New Yorker does in-time. He goes on a brief tirade, I don’t really remember about what, because frankly, the music was really good and there were so many hot men around. I guess I’m writing about this because unlike Uma, he wasn’t a cool person to meet, so my feelings for him now go into the “I really don’t care what you do category”.

This is when I leave because he’s getting me down.

Ultimately he looked like a big teddy-bear caught in the proverbial dirty grate that is the Mack truck of New York.  I don’t want to say bug on the windshield but you get the idea.

On a side note, every time I’ve been to the Cock recently the music has been really really good. I guess that’s what keeps me there. After all, it’s a small room and I make the rounds quite quickly. There are only so many cute boys you can hit on in a small room. Sigh.

Uma Thurman Sighting

Yesterday at work, I was struck by the guest that walked into The Restaurant.

Now for those that know me. I’m not one to be easily star-struck. I’m actually into very random people, mostly authors and people that have contributed lots to society. Above all they need to be cool. When meet in person. I also have no use for idle celebrity gossip, because so much of the stuff seen in papers and in rags. Well it’s just purely fake. Besides, Jay-Lo or whatever her name is; is really short once met and most Celebes are really old. Pamela Anderson for instance. When checked her into the Essex House, I noticed keenly her many sun spots and much wrinkled skin. So the illusion of Hollywood has never interested me. Only the stories and the actual person behind the carefully crafted image (refer to the very famous Richard Avedon photo of Marilyn) that’s what fascinates me.

So when Uma Thurman walked in. Tall, elegant and very blond, she struck me as a thoroughly interesting star. Seeing her in a floppy winter hat was also a treat.  The host, not quite knowing who she was, directed her to the “Lounge” a place of comfy very modern couches - all done in black, you can dine roman style and have a cocktail - while facing the entire restaurant.

I also have a tendency of knowing nothing about Celebes until they walk into the place I work. The staff of The Restaurant is always aware. We have a highly developed system of communicating, to spread the word that a noted person has walked in. Such as; in this case. I run to the coffee station and scream. “Oh My God, it’s Uma Thurman, she’s so hot.” Do a little dance and walk out. The managers have to also confirm the Celeb sighting, as the staff starts to become aware, there's a buzz of excitement - as we glide from table to table. The kitchen is informed, so they don’t screw up the order, as is the bar; cocktails go out flawlessly and quickly. The host issues a citation and the check is modified with a name in the point of sale system.

Uma Thurman was shortly joined by a very hunky and very hot man; I found out later it was Andre the hotel something or other. They make the hottest couple. I watched them kiss and make out. Truly snuggle on the couches.  Seeing Uma in love was a true treat, something I’ll remember for a long time. She actually beamed and felt very sure of herself in public. Some Celebes try to hide. Not her; the funny thing is, most guests are unaware. They not only can’t see the real person, because they think the Star as a wholly different person in the Ether of their personal universe. We as a staff are also very protective. I would never let someone bother a Star in my section. That’s another reason we are so in tune. Besides, when it comes to it, they're just people.

Overall, it’s not every day. Someone more beautiful in person, then on the silver screen - with so much self confidence as to command a room, treats me - to showing themselves in love. It was wonderful to watch her in a mans arms and look so comfortable. So yes I’m sharing this moment with my readers. Only because Uma, YOU ROCK.

I guess part of me hopes; that, if she’s found love, so can I.

Holiday Burn Out ... Day Two

I realize that I haven't talked much about the Holidays, they were quite nice. I ate my weight in Lobster, Shrimp, Black Truffles and Foie Gras in a one month period. I'm also so happy that I spent it with such good friends. I by no means topped the charts by attending the best parties. It's an odd little New York competition, friends mentioning passively, how many Holiday parties they need to attend on any given night.

Fifth Avenue was decked out with tourists and finally in the first weeks of January; I am so happy that it's over. Mind you now that the winter has set in I truly do want someone to snuggle with. A few of you emailed me after my "Supposedly Straight Guy" post, worried that I had given up the hunt for Mr. Right. No worries. I want a strapping young man all of my own to call husband. I just wanted to share that experience because - well. The guy was 37 and still trying to rationalize being gay. How far we've come in the past few years. Yet how far we must still go. I'm learning a lot of things in Therapy, and from Self Help Books.

The most interesting being about gay adolescence. As gay people we never got the chance to act on our crushes in High School. Instead we internalized them, ran away from other gay men and actively tried to deny ourselves. So yes. I'm happy I've come out at a younger age, I'm also happy that now gay men, and women can come out at a still younger stage. So hopefully the gay adolescence that I am leaving behind me. Yes I know, what a shock. I admit that my own gay adolescence is almost over, now I move on to understanding. I've kissed my share of frogs. You've all read about them. Now I've grown up and I'm being more selective. Yet I do get fascinated by people, nothing I can do. I'm a writer.

So yes, the Holiday Season is over, now I cuddle with a blanket and wait for Spring. Oh yeah. I'm also writing a lot, yes. Actually I'm exiled to my apartment as I'm paying off Decembers Credit Card bills. I hate the poverty that accompanies winter... So I'm warning you all. In a week I'll post my first pledge drive. In the mean time, if you want, hit the Donate button and send me some love. Writing is a solitary habit much in need of cheap Scotch.

I've burnt out

To much boozing, partying, the general Holdiay hang over has caught up with me. I woke up this morning so frightfully poopy. I've been doing nothing but watching TV and ordering Chinesse all day. I'm such a bad Muriel.

Winter Sucks.

The Straight Guy

A few nights ago I hooked up with a straight guy. He was cute, yes. But mostly, I hung out with him, because of pure fascination, trying to discover his perception of the world.

Coincidently: I’ve also hooked up with men just to see what their apartments were like. I mean, how else am I going to see the innards of the multimillion dollar ghetto – called Chelsea.

Back to the straight guy, who proudly stated that he was thirty-seven. (Yet he looked 28 and thought like a 17 year old) in his 37 years, he’d acquired two bachelor’s degrees and one master, (all having long names that I can’t remember) He’s married and has a kid on the way. Yet he’s buying me cocktails, in a gay bar, surrounded by gay men; trying to convince a gay man (me) that he’s straight. The guy’s also telling me about this girl “he’s into” and wants to meet downtown.

Now I’m a passionate non-judgmental listener. I told him right off the bat that I didn’t really agree with his choices, yet they were his to make, he kept on talking, so I just shut up and listened, and tagged on for the ride.

He inevitably invites me to an East Village dive bar; his intention is to meet the Girl. He blatantly states “I’m probably going to hook up with this hot chick, yet if you hang around and she isn’t into it – I’ll go home with you, but I’m probably going to hook up with the girl, I’m really into her, and she’s into it”. I say it’s cool, “No Worries” in the best chill tone I can muster. We get to the bar it has good cheap Scotch and a sexy Japanese bartender in leather knee high boots she loves to over-pouring vodka. So I find myself instantly at home. As we enter the girl he’s “into” is dancing cheek to cheek with this really yummy red headed English dude; that would melt anyone’s heart.  “Supposedly Straight Guy” has no chance.

Besides, she looks and talks like Penelope Cruz.  I start talking to her, cocaine shining in her eyes, she’s got an infantile quality an upturn smile so alluring and beautiful, the portrait of someone hell bent on self destruction while planning on enjoying every step of the way. Naturally every man in the room is magnetically drawn to her. I watch out of the corner of my eye as “Supposedly Straight Guy” is trying to flirt with this girl, who only wants to have him buy her a drink or some favors. Everyone in the bar seems to have some ulterior motive for being in this place; I can’t quite figure it out. It’s three am and everyone’s going strong. Thankfully I’ve had a lot of sleep so I can keep up with the drinking and the talking. Some guy is actually engaging me in a very interesting political debate. Another guy is passed out at the bar. “Supposedly Straight Guy” is trying to be witty and flirt with the girl. I’m a bit sad for him and wonder what the rest of the night will hold. One by one the patrons stumble out. I finally figure out that everyone’s been dealing in the back of the bar, and everyone but me; is on something. The girl leaves and he sulks briefly to the bar, “Well I guess I’m going home with you.” I’m the consolation prize. Curiosity truly has set in at this point. I can’t stop wondering how a man can be so lost to himself. When we first arrived at the bar, he called everyone in the place his friend.

We get to my place, I pour out some Scotch, he downs the drink immediately, and heads down on me with fervor. I enjoy his exuberance. Now this is the true test of straightness as far as I’m concerned and he fails magnificently. By this time it’s five am and he wants to spend the night, he’s fun to cuddle with. In the morning when he’s ready to leave, he downs another shot of scotch. My eyebrow lifts as he states? “You understand now what I mean, by the fact that I’m ninety percent straight and only like to sleep with men.” My reply is simple. “Dude, you just blew me, a few times, we’re so not having this conversation.” He smiles and leaves to go back to queens, his wife and soon to be child. I go back to bed wondering how best to Blog about my experience. 

New Years Resolutions

I think it’s important to make resolutions that can be kept, so instead of the wishful thoughts most people make. I’m going to keep it real.

1. Buy a KitchenAid Mixer. Yes. I’ve been wanting one for ages.
2. Write, write, write.
3. Finish my novel.
4. Finish another play.
5. Finish furnishing my apartment, the end of a two year project; that has involved getting furniture custom made in both Brazil and Africa.
6. Have a party for everyone.

There I said it. This year, 2006 will be a year that I look to the future and finish with the past. Thank goodness. I’ve grown up, what a strange little feeling.