Now I'm Out $12.50!

Last night Solomon and I went to see La Mala educación, and that was super fun. The movie was filled with rampant sexiness, made all the more sexy by presenting the sexiness just slightly out of the frame, or under water, or behind a pair of extremely wet and terribly transparent white cotton underpants. Mmpf! That Gael García Bernal makes for a sexy manlady. The movie had a fascinating twisty plot, which I won't reveal here, and also a lovely gown with sequined boobs that I believe was made by Gaultier.

What I'm saying is that the film has a lot to recommend it.

Afterwards, because we were in the neighborhood, Solomon suggested we stop in at Lucky Cheng's "if it's still open." He didn't mean whether or not they had closed for the evening - it was only 10pm - but rather whether they had closed forever (they hadn't). But since he brought it up, it did make me think how times have changed. New York used to have at least two competing Asian drag restaurants, along with a white-people drag restaurant, and a bondage restaurant as a bonus!

Not without irony, under the Bush administration several of those theme restaurants have closed. Nowadays I think there's just two drag restaurants and no bondage restaurant at all. I'd like to blame it on Bushie the lesser, but I have to admit that serving really expensive and French Nouvelle cuisine in a bondage setting was a bit redundant.

Solomon used to hang out at Lucky Cheng's in college, and he knows some of the "ladies" from there quite well, at least one of whom has now a become a lady without the quotes around it. The miracles of modern medicine!

But he did mention that before she became a lady, when she was a "lady," she frequently did stage shows and lip-synchs and so forth for bachelor and bachelorette parties. (The "stage" at Lucky Cheng's is actually a boarded-over goldfish pond that used to be the hot tub in the gay bathhouse that the restaurant used to be, but that's another story, never mind, anyway....) It's apparently not uncommon for bachelor or bachelorette parties to take place there, and it sometimes the performers interacted with the groom-to-be even after the stage show was over.

It's funny especially because there's probably some delusional bride somewhere who specifically approved her fiance's choice of bachelor party venue as Lucky Cheng's rather than Scores or Wiggles, only to have her plan to keep her groom-to-be faithful backfire when he buttfucked a pre-op drag queen in a dingy basement stock room. (Although I'm guessing that later the groom probably doesn't mention that sort of thing to his bride-to-be, even if the priest remembers to asks him to "speak now or forever hold your peace" during the ceremony.)

In looking up the website for Wiggles, one thing led to another and I ended up finding this website of local escort ads (I was actually looking for escort reviews, which are funny, especially when they are reviews of former White House reporters). The escort ad website includes ads by delusional heterosexual men who think that a woman is going to pay a man for sex. Even at the rate of $25 an hour, it's unlikely. Any woman I've ever heard of really just needs to decide how many drinks she wants the man to buy her before she deigns to give him access to her chaste treasure, not the other way around. And she probably doesn't call it her chaste treasure, either.

So, the following link is not safe for work and contains a penis, but when you can, please look at this escort's posting, and then tell me something I've always wondered - if you're going to go through the trouble of photographing your genitalia and posting it on the internet for everyone to see, couldn't you please please pick the trash off of your filthy floor first?

I know a backdrop is a lot to ask, much less proper lighting, but couldn't you at least point the camera away from pit of garbage that you live in before you flop your member out? It's like the horrible window display I was talking about earlier.

It's as if Macy's did a window display using the clothing which they think is the nicest and most enticing that they want people to buy, and took those clothes and just threw them, mannequinless, on the floor of the window display before piling in some used condoms, dog feces, and surplus AOL 9.0 installation CDs.

Hey, you can see the dresses, right? What difference does it make?

That is all.