I don’t even know what to say.
It happened today. It wasn’t my fault. I feel defeated. I will triumph. And sleep till the sunlight comes. Another day. Another non-dollar. Forgive me, children for if I had done you wrong in some way. I hope another mentor can carry you to your full potential. And teach you things that I can’t. Maybe it’s time for me to give art a chance. Do a little dance.
Back to the drawing board. Literally.
I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t had much energy to post much about fashion, fags or fun. I have a lot to share with you once these holidays are over. But for now, I have this lovely clip of a bunch of topless gay guys doing gay acrobatics (gacrobatics) for the dear Pope.
When my friend Max, a lighting designer, asked me to go to The Room, I got super excited about watching the interactive blockbuster hit directed by Tommy Wiseau with a theatre full of crazy fanatics. But I was sure I checked the tour schedule and it said it wasn’t playing.
Not until he gave me the address that I realized it was a dark, slate grey and moody bar on Sullivan. The beers are great and the modular seating awkward but I had a nice time catching up with my buddy.
When I went to the restroom, I was greeted by this giant vagina sink.