Terry T: Renaissance Warrior

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I believe that style is a means of communication. The way you do your hair, the clothes you wear, every bead and bangle; their all saying something about you, whether you know it or not. One of the people who definitely *does* know it is my friend Terry T (you've probably seen him out and about). Terry's fearlessness combined with a careful understanding of himself make it hard not to respect his sense of style. And i'm not the only one to think so, check out his interview w/ style like u.

Terry and his cohorts throw a greath monthly @ the Triple Crown, Miss Honey, thats all about style and attitude, and tonight is their very first Halloween party. See you kids on the runway.

-b

Post Show Glow

I know it's been like a ghost town around here, but now that the Ambrosia & The Bearnsteins show is over i'm resolved that this blog is going to get updated a lot more frequently. The show was a BIG success, by the way. I think everybody who came had a blast. And i've never been happier with a project that i was involved in. I was buzzed on adrenaline for almost 24 hours then i crashed HARD last night. Now today i'm so effing sore, i feel like i must have gotten beaten on stage, but i can't stop smiling. I'll throw some pictures of the show up once i get my hands on some good ones.

Haiku

Change peppers my floor.

From when you took your pants off,

and we fucked that guy.

A Man of Two Vices

I am essentially a man of two vices, the first being marijuana. It occurs to me, with my third anniversery of moving to San Francisco aproaching at break neck speed, that if you have met me since i've moved here you have probably never seen me sober. In fact i'm sure there is a good chunk of you people who have never seen me without a pipe or a bong in my hand. I hit the bong first thing when i wake up in the morning, and again on my way out the door to work. I smoke on my lunch breaks, and right when i get home. I smoke before i go out. I smoke when i stay in. To quote that great SoCal poet, Bradley Nowell, 'I smoke two joints before i smoke two joints, and then i smoke two more,' I've pretty much been stoned since 2005.

My other vice is guys. Way before i discovered the joys of the lady Mary Jane i discovered the high of being desired by other men. The heady thrills of the chase; coy smiles and sideways glances. The dance of bought shots and (often not so) subtle innuendo. Most importanly i figured out that i could take all of my insecurities, my fear and self doubt, all my pain and confussion and just... let it go, if only for the time it took me to shudder and cum. I could learned how to quiet the voices. So here i am now, and I don't really remember the last time I didn't have a guy or two in my life. Guys to chase and be chased by. Guys to measure myself against and subsume myself into. Guys to distract myself with, and lose myself in... I have been in one relationship or another for literally the last eight years.

I've been wondering lately who i am when i'm not stoned and i'm not trying to conquer some new man. Who am I when i'm not trying to make some dude happy? When i'm not lost in a fog of waking dreams? Who am I without my crutches? In the last few weeks i've become so hungry to KNOW.

So i'm finding out. I haven't smoked in over 24 hours, and instead of spending my time and energy trying to get laid i'm going to invest in my friends and my art and exploring the City and the Bay Area (i've never been to the east bay!). I'm gonna figure out whats inside me, and maybe it's nothing special, but at least i'll know.

Love Parade

My friends and i like to joke that the annual Love Parade (a celebration of electronic music and 'club culture' that takes place every year in the civic center) is like pride for straight people. And last year the kids of HomoChic, Honey Sound System, and Wulfpak got together in an attempt to show those heterosexuals just how pride is done. Our float was called 'The Death of Shade,' we all dressed up for a funeral and sad-danced our way down market street. it was fucking awesome.

This year we are back to do it again with the one and only homo-float in all of the Love Parade, Snoball!