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!

Morning Comics

Aaron Diaz's Dresden Codak is one of my favorite web comics. Odd and funny, and always beatutiful; his comics are full of dream logic and sly social cometary. He only updates every few weeks but i still find myself checking his sight once a day like an addict hungry for a fix.

Friends and Family

Juanita More, Joshua J, and Brandon Norris got a (glowing) writeup in the Examiner.

Pictures of Jacob Sperber and Honey Sundays are splashed all over Spank.

IO Echo bassist and LA pin-up boy, Aram Kirakosian, has made his debut(?) on Perez Hilton.

Evening Comics

Oh Doonesbury, thank you

Love Songs

Do Not Love Me
I am not to be loved
That sanctuary is denied me
I will only cause you pain
If you somehow make me love you
It won't save you
Nothing can save you
From my love
I only hate the things I fear
And i only fear the ones I love
So I will hurt you
I will make you hate me
Before you make me love you
Before you make me weak
Before you bring me low
Curled up on the floor
Humming love songs I can't quite remember
And changing myself into someone
Someone you could never love

Limited Screening

My Mother was a Witch, or else a Witch had taken over my mothers body, either way; the car was nose first in the creek she inhabited the house, hosting gallas and balls for all the most important people in the vally while my step father wept and wrote to the local hospitals and radio stations, 'have you seen my missing son?' I lived like a feral child in the great ant filled tree in the back yard, sneaking into the house late at night to steal food and tools. I'm scared, but she'll never catch me. One of these days i'm gonna fix that car and get some help, then we'll all be free.