I forgot about this but found out I made a note of it on my phone. A few weeks ago I was at that party that happens at NYC/The World’s Oldest Gay Bar, once a month. It was packed full of all different types of gay people, and it was really swinging. The bar was crowded and the windows were fogged up. I was there with my friend Erik and we came outside for a second so I could smoke a cigarette, and we left through the side exit of the bar. We passed the front of the bar, where the windows were fogged up with condensation, and Erik ran over excitedly and said “Hey, wait a second— I wanna write my name in the fog!” He started tracing an E on the windowpane, but then realized that the condensation was on the other side of the glass, inside the bar.
Some notes on my new show, MAPPLETHORPE May 2-4th at BAX/Brooklyn Arts Exchange. I’m really excited about this project, and I really want people to come see it! If money is the reason you’re not coming, hit me up. If you want to write about the show for a blog/newspaper/outlet, let me know as well and I’ll be happy to arrange comps.
This is the freakiest and most experimental thing I’ve ever made, and I’m excited and scared to show it to y’all.
"THEY OUT HERE PANINI"
"That’s the thing about being sick. When you’re sick, you start to notice other sick people. Then you can’t stop noticing. You’re part of a community of sick people, a secret underworld society."
If you love your friends, drag them. Call them on their shit so they can get it together. Come for their edges and then apply jamaican black castor oil to the bald spots. Read them like a Dr. Seus book. Because you care about them and caring about people means telling them they’re full of bullshit every now and then.
Admit it- innocent little girls turn you on don’t they?
you like to make them cry
you like to tell them why
you like to grow them up
swallow hard + throw them up
i would die to hate you
see my heart in my hand
do you really understand
get my heart of your hand
get yer hand off my heart
i would die to hate you
but its a LOVE thing
you say you got this LOVE thing
you think its just a LOVE thing
Fuck yer fuckin LOVE thing
by the way, yer bright eyes are not so encouraging
you want my youth so bad
you love to see me sad
all the sunlight that you say
can never make it go away
i would DIE to not care anymore.