Saturday, May 24, 2008

New Birthday Floozy & Dennis' Enchanted Evening With Marc Jacobs' Butt Boy

Christine and I turned 23, threw a party, and filmed a new episode of FLOOZY FAQ!

Enjoy, and don't forget to send in new questions to

In other news...

It's IML in Chicago this week, which I was completely clueless about. My queries for my queer brethren asking what the hell "IML" is, were met with a sort of "if you have to ask, you'll never know" attitude. Finally, I learned that the rather sterile sounding "IML" is an anagram for International Mister Leather, which is basically a giant fetish beauty pagent.

Imagine Living Dolls with a lot more grunting, and a cowhide smell in the air...

Anyway, this curious competition brings all sorts of queer riff-raff to this town, including good ol' Erik Rhodes, who I wrote about recently. I saw the sad porn star mess while I was out at a bar last night, and proceeded to flap at my friends to direct their attention to the massive orange skinned dude in the corner.
"It's Erik Rhodes!"
My cry was met by a gaggle of confused faces.

You know, this dude.

"He's the porn star dude who was fucking Marc Jacobs- I've skinned off to him like a million times?" -a statement that confirmed that I probably spend too much much time checking gossip sites and watching porn.

My friends still had no clue who he was. "I only watch amateur", chirped a cronie. "Yeah x tube is heaven", piped another. And then they all proceeded to babble about grainy home porn, while my eyes remained stuck on Rhodes. I had to say something to him- I mean he has helped me through some rough times, his blog is a fascinating trainwreck, and he totally schtupped Marc Jacobs, how could I not pick this dude's brain for a much as you can pick somebody's brain when you've had a few too many manhattans and you're in a loud crowded gay bar.

But just like that, Rhodes vanished- rushed away by a gaggle of twinks!

I returned to my group, who were still chatting it up about the glories of self-produced porn, and commenced my evening. But my chances for a mini-interview with Rhodes were not spoiled! While walking around later in the evening, I spotted him at a corner table being swarmed by a bunch of twinks who were probably looking to share diseases with him after the bar closed. I grabbed my friend by the hand, looked him in the eye with a curious manhattan fueled fire and said, "We're having a conversation with Erik Rhodes!"

With said friend in tow, I charged over to Rhodes' table breaking through the wall of gelled hair pretty boys to the man-mess himself, and offered my hand.

"You're an inspiration."

"Uh, thanks?"

"I'm Dennis and this is my friend Nick."

"I'm Dean." (or dan or something...I forgot which name he used, but he used a fake name or a real name...who knows with porn stars)

Dude was actually quite nice, very genial, down to earth- it was sort of like talking to the benevolent high school QB, who happens to like it up the butt.

We asked him what brought him to Chicago, and he said he was here for IML, which he's been coming to for a while, "I got nominated six times, and I still haven't won anything!" To which my friend quipped "You're like the Susan Lucci of leather." He just looked at us with a vacant smile, "who's that?" So Nick and I, who were pretty surprised that he knew nothing of the spurned soap star, told him all about Susan Lucci.
Then he told me, "You remind me of my friend Cazwell!"

I'm not sure if being linked to a bratty gay rapper is for me, but whatever...

This spiraled into me mentioning that I love Amanda Lepore, who's in Cazwell's music videos and he told some Amanda stories, which somehow made me want to talk about Leigh Bowery, but for some reason I couldn't remember his name. After trying to remember his name I gave up...and henceforth gave up on Erik Rhodes. What else was left to discuss? His stellar performances? I didn't dare ask him about the Marc Jacobs stuff, for fear that he'd deck me... What does one chat about with a porn star?

He smiled and said "I'm really drunk."
"Me too" I chimed, and scurried away.

It was sort of amusing, but not as funny of as a recent hello I had with Pulitzer Prize winning composer David Lang after a Chicago Symphony contemporary music concert. I approached the wee composer and said:

To which he replied:

Thank you, David, thank you...

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Ubiquitous Bedding: Grappling with the Complexities of the Universe Via Petty Plagiarism and Ikea Omnipresence

My brain is melting after watching the universe fold onto itself like a neverending oragami piece in the latest episode of Pot Psychology.

Please note the convergence...
Although, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see that bedding given that I've seen the same duvet cover on ANTM, Project Runway, and I've heard its on some other reality trash. But it's like a strange collision taking place- the show Christine and I basically copied, mirroring us with featured home decor...has a new dimension opened up? I don't understand....

Does this mean choice is defunct in the modern consumer world? My unique sleepytime experience is in fact a grand nothing? Am I thus closer with Tracie "Slut Machine" Egan? Do I have the same dreams as Top Model Fatima when I enter my REM cycles?

My head is spinning- I think I need to go lie down on my mass produced linens...

Sunday, May 11, 2008


The Chicago River Project

On a day in the summer of 2008, a small number of explorers will converge early in the morning at the spot where the Chicago River meets Lake Michigan. From there they will explore the river and the areas surrounding its banks by making a trek on foot away from the river’s ending toward its unseen origin. These curious journeyers will document their voyage in whatever way they see fit, noting whatever details, large or small, that strike them. For the moment the structure of this project will remain relatively open; the constants are simple: the day, the intent of discovery, and the river.The results of this expedition will culminate in an exhibition, performance, or some other form of presentation that will best represent the work that results from the participants’ observations.

Please email me at let me know if you are interested in taking part in this project or know anybody else who might be as well.


Here are the two latest episodes of Floozy FAQ.

Floozies tackling animal issues:

Floozies solving the restless leg mystery:

Be sure to send in new questions to so we can give you the bestest birthday edition of Floozy FAQ EVER!

Saturday, May 3, 2008

James Pants Presents: Italo Disco Surprise!

The super wonderful Stone's Throw podcast just put up a swell eclectic mix from recent no-so-hip-hop signee James Pants. Like most people, I had never heard of Mr. Pants before, but I'm totally jumping on this hype-wagon. Frankly, after three years of hotly anticipating the new Jamie Lidell album and being really really really underwhelmed by its offerings (Portishead, however, totally wins the long wait payoff album of the month with 3), the promise of a new electronics-whiz-soul-singing-nerdboy who can deliver something exciting that's not a giant ball of Stevie Wonder pastiche instills a drop of musical hope and excitement into my heart. Also, please note that he is the whitest whiteboy ever and he shares a label with madlib! Madlib!
This dude:


I'd venture to say that this is the most exciting signing ST has done since they brought their first lady on board, the very very talented Georgia Anne Muldrow (why haven't you listened to her yet?).

And boy does he deliver (in that whiteboy making r&b in his bedroom kind of way)- LISTEN TO SOME TUNES:

Check out the downtown81 conga shuffle prom of "I Think We're Through"
Listen to this bit of Andre-3000-goes-to-a-wobbly-underwater-mall called "Kash"

I'm officially sold.
I hope you are too.

But, what really sold me before I even heard his own tunes was his inclusion of this song in his podcast mix:

Ok, I need you to close your eyes, listen, and pretend you never saw Giorgio Moroder and his stache-o-kings while you listen to this song, and subsequently fall to your knees, head over heels in love with it. It's like somebody sucked the strings out of a Kelley Polar song, and stuck in a whole lot of awesomeness. Before looking up the playlist, I could not stop repeating this song, thinking it was some gem from some new up and coming myspace darlings...
I was wrong.
Very wrong.

This bit of shuffling wonder came from the one and only poppa Georgio!

Anyway, this bit of mix-trickery only makes me love James Pants even more! Thank you James Pants! Thank you for your awesomeness! I hope you stay dry in your wooden teepee!