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GOOD FRIDAY, BAD FRIDAY

  • Good news: Fatal Frame–an awesomely creepysexyodd videogame in which you play twin Japanese girls exploring a haunted village and doing battle with ghosts via an enchanted camera–has another sequel in the works. And it’s coming soon.

  • Bad news: One videogame in which you won’t be playing a girl (or a woman, for that matter) is Far Cry 2, because Ubisoft is too lazy to re-record the script in ladyvoice. Note, this comes from the same OCD design team that turned Assassin’s Creed a series of nested menus. Weak.

  • Good news: Andy posted a link to a free iTunes download of “Blind” by Hercules and Love Affair. (FYI, a totally different Andy included a remix of that ditty in his similarly free, similarly downloadable Spring 2008 Mixtape.)

  • Bad news: Also at Towleroad, a story about Nepal’s first openly gay member of parliament. Which might seem like good news, but the opposition party in Nepal is dominated by communists. And while communism in theory works just fine, in practice, not so much–especially vis-a-vis the gays. Things usually start out fine, like we’re brothers in arms, but eventually we’re called “degenerates” and likened to members of the evil bourgeoisie. Anyone remember Farewell, My Concubine? Before Night Falls? You get the picture.

  • Good news: Jonno returned safe and sound, and I have abandoned my pursuit of prosthetically enhanced self-portraiture.

  • Bad news: The brilliant, brilliant Harvey Korman, who influenced the comic sensibilities of me and a thousand other queens, died yesterday:
  • Confusing news: This Rolling Stone piece on the “secret” life of fundamentalist Christians is circulating fast and furiously on the web, but for no good reason. There aren’t any surprises. He doesn’t draw any wacky conclusions. Nothing especially interesting happens. Maybe I’m biased, having been raised in a church that was only slightly more mainstream than the one he attended, but it seems like we’ve all read this piece before. Snore.
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SISSY BOUNCE:
New Orleans Phenom Not Sweeping the Nation

Several months back, my friend Andy mentioned a New Orleans musical genre known as Sissy Bounce. Now, like most locals with a pulse, I know something about Bounce, and I’m totally familiar with sissies, having been one most of my life. But Sissy Bounce–that is, Bounce by tranny rappers–was new. Alas, Andy didn’t have too much info to share or any samples of the genre, so I kinda forgot about it.

Over the Memorial Day weekend, though, Mr. Toots flounced into town. As a boss-level expert in both boy-kissing and Bounce, he knew a good deal about the topic and directed me to this comparatively lengthy discussion of the genre. Embedded in that story is a link to the MySpace page of Katey Red–the only tranny-esque rapper in the piece–and a video of her in action that looks like it was recorded in Quintron’s basement (aka the Spellcaster). There’s also a link and a video for Sissy Nobbyy, who’s definitely a sissy, but not a tranny:


Check the split/booty bounce around 2:20

There are other links to rappers Big Freeda and the rather studly Vockah Redu–both of whom are pretty clearly gay, though not trannies.

At first, I was kinda disappointed that only one of the four performed in drag. I mean, hello? Tranny rappers? What could be hotter? But on the other hand, being an out gay guy in Bounce might be even more transgressive than rapping in ladyface. Either way, it’s a really interesting phenomenon.

If you’ve got more info or some mp3s, drop me a line, yo!

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You know how in Lovecraft there are all those unspeakable things shambling about, making incomprehensible noises, and the hero sits there slack-jawed, wanting the nightmare to end? That’s my day. Except the “unspeakable things” are phone calls and deadlines and people who stand three feet outside my door to have loud cell phone conversations in which they recount every single thing they did over the Memorial Day weekend WHILE I AM TRYING TO COMPLETE A DESIGN PROJECT AND HAUL MY ASS TO A 3:00 MEETING THAT IS 90 MILES AWAY. Also: I am not slack-jawed.

Dear goddess, make it stop.

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During the boyfriend‘s absence, I have:

  • Helped put together a fabulous reading of Reform School Girls (so fabulous that it may, in fact, return in a fully staged form).

  • Announced our company’s next show (A Place in the Sun, y’all).

  • Raised a chunk of change for one of our actresses so the chemo won’t make her hurl.

  • Watched (and betted on) hamsters racing across a pool table.

  • Watched grown men in drag wrestling in a kiddie pool full of Spaghetti-Os (which was just as pretty as it sounds).

  • Seen more tragic messes than I care to recall.

  • Met one adorable reader of this site.

  • Watched Spirited Away for, like the 10,000th time because I just can’t get enough of that freakin train.

  • Napped.

  • Written moderately amusing things for other people.

  • Limited my daily caloric intake to 2000 (which is seriously rare for me).

  • Found my old Sega Dreamcast, but not the discs that go along with it.

  • Dabbed sweat from my brow. Repeatedly.
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GEIGH

And now, my own gay video offering of gayness to you on this gayest of gay holiday weekends. Gay:

I didn’t think the gauzy photo could get any queenier. Then I remembered Babs.