I’m so over 2006

Do yourself a favor and click on the following link to watch the genius Tranny McGuyver starring the incomparable Willam Belli…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9T-8PdKQ5tk

I’m off to Los Angeles tonight to celebrate the New Year in style. Alright, ok, you got me. I’m off to Los Angeles to be a slut. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that I am going to spend my entire weekend eating ungodly amounts of food covered in Tabasco, drinking alcoholic beverages mainly consisting of Stoli, and sucking random cock with a hope of getting some hot jizz smeared on my face… all on little sleep of course. You only live once, and that is why this New Year’s Eve will be out-fucking-rageous.

Those Things

I want Shirley Manson’s heel in my back!

Bitterness cookies anyone?

What’s the holiday season without some bitterness right? I like to think of bitterness at this time of year as tradition. I welcome it like an old friend, or an old trick that was really good at sucking your cock. The peak of my bitterness was reached yesterday as my day went from bad to worse then back to bad with a little bit of good thrown in to remind me of how the rest of my day had gone.

The following is a list of the things that made my day dreadful:

- Not hitting the gym
- Work
- Silence @ Work
- Headache/Migraine
- The Pepsi I drank that did not help rid my headache
- KiKi
- M.Go
- M.Go’s loud music
- KiKi & M.Go’s chatter
- Masturbation
- Casa Norte’s parking space situation
- Bimbo who swooped up my parking space after I went back outside to move my vehicle
- Shower
- No iron
- Sketchers
- More headache
- Sleeplessness

Good thing that I met up with Raya Light’s mother, Raya Light, and Woods for dinner otherwise I would have snapped! Post dinner activities included a viewing of Glen Morgan’s redux of Bob Clark’s classic “Black Christmas”. All I will say at this time is it should have been called “Final Destination 4: Black Christmas as done by The Weinsteins”. Lovely indeed. (insert sarcasm here)

Happy BELATED Birthday Jesus!

While a large chunk of Americans celebrated the birth of the much hyped figure known at Jesus Christ and his gay lover Santa Claus yesterday, something truly depressing happened over this “joyous” day…

Military deaths in Iraq exceed 9/11 toll

By LARRY McSHANE, Associated Press Writer Tue Dec 26, 10:38 AM ET

NEW YORK - In a span of a few hours, 2,973 people were killed in the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks. In a span of 45 months, the number of American troops killed in Iraq exceeded that grim toll as the war continues.

The milestone in Iraq came on Christmas, nearly four years after the war began, according to a count by The Associated Press.

The U.S. military on Tuesday announced the deaths of six more American soldiers, pushing the U.S. military death toll since the beginning of the Iraq war in March 2003 to at least 2,977 — four more than the number killed in the Sept. 11 attacks in New York, Washington and Pennsylvania.

President Bush has said that the Iraq war is part of the United States' post-Sept. 11 approach to threats abroad, and that going on the offense against enemies before they could harm Americans meant removing the Taliban from power in

Afghanistan, pursuing members of al-Qaida and seeking regime change in Iraq.

Democratic leaders point out that there has not been any credible evidence linking Iraq to the Sept. 11 attacks and have said the war in Iraq detracted from efforts against al-Qaida and other terrorist groups.

"The president believes that every life is precious and he grieves for each one that is lost," deputy White House press secretary Scott Stanzel said Tuesday. "The hardest decision the president has ever made has been to send our young men and women in uniform into harm's way.

"The president will ensure that their sacrifice was not made in vain."

The 9/11 death toll includes the 2,749 killed at the World Trade Center, 184 at the Pentagon and 40 passengers aboard United Flight 93.

Those killed in Iraq came from across the United States, including more than 50 residents of Alabama, more than 30 from Nebraska and more than 40 from Kentucky.

A number of them enlisted to fight in Iraq, feeling it was a way to battle international terrorism in the wake of the 9/11 attacks.

Jonathan Lootens, from upstate New York, joined the Army, telling family members: "This is something I have to do."

"It did impact him and make him feel like he should serve," his father, Robert Lootens, said Tuesday. "He felt that this was his time."

The 25-year-old sergeant was killed during his second tour of duty when a roadside bomb went off near his vehicle in the city of Kirkuk. His father says more than enough Americans have died in the conflict.

"I want the boys to come home, you know," he said. "Personally, I can't see where we're really accomplishing anything over there anymore."

Marine Lance Cpl. John Edward Hale was only 15 and living in Louisiana when the planes hit the World Trade Center. He joined the Marines last year after high school, and had been in Iraq only three months when he was killed by a roadside bomb.

Michael Glover joined the Marines after his boyhood neighborhood — the Belle Harbor section of Queens — lost several residents in the Sept. 11 attacks. One of his best friends, an equities trader at Cantor Fitzgerald LP, was among those who died at the trade center.

Glover was killed by a sniper while on patrol in Fallujah.

The rising death toll was an emotional reminder of loss for family members of Sept. 11 victims, some who said the war had gone on long enough. Sally Regenhard's son Christian, a firefighter and a Marine, was killed at the trade center on Sept. 11.

"I just would like this war to stop in whatever way we need to," Regenhard said. "I can hardly tolerate it when I see these beautiful people. It reminds me of my son. ... These people are being massacred."

Associated Press writer Amy Westfeldt contributed to this story.

It sickens me that “our” women and men are over “there” defending our country over corporate bullshit. Sure, the Christians will tell you that we need to get rid of “dem Islamic ter-ror-ists”, but none of those dumbfucks can even muster up the truth as to why we are over there. On the other hand, I can’t blame those idiots too much for not knowing as stories like the one above are so difficult to locate.

It’s unfortunate that this kind of news gets buried underneath such hard hitting articles regarding how Angelina Jolie spent her Christmas and the baptism of Jennifer Garner & Ben Affleck’s daughter. This piece was completely hard to find under all of that rubbish that is thrown in our faces in hopes that we “forget” about the war.

It’s definitely a fucked up world we live in when we have to search out stories about the current state of Iraq. Not to mention stories about the evil doings of corporate America. It’s quite frightening really. All of these supposedly informative news pieces are spoon fed to us by some corporate conglomerate(s). But then again, do you think millions of Americans care about the real issues? Of course not. They were all too busy at the malls this holiday season acting like rabid chimpanzees clutching to their faux designer fragrances and shit squatting Elmos.

I on the other hand did not even walk into a mall this year. I originally wanted to get really toasted and walk through the mall, but I came to the realization that I didn’t have time for that. I was too busy working, weight training, eating, watching movies, and sleeping. I guess I’m not feeding the economy by shelling out my money at the local Macy’s or Nordstrom’s. Then again, my money did hit the Tower Records' Going Out Of Business Sale. I’m actually happy it’s finally closed. Now I don’t feel the magnetic pull of my body to the store front. Whew.

Putting the tranny back into Christmas!

Happy HO-lidays!

As you can see down below, this year’s holiday tree included a visit from a very special tree topper… the infamous Raya Light doll!

Check out the prize blue balls she's sporting as earrings…

I want to come down your chimney

I’m off to Tucson tonight. I’m going to spend all day tomorrow lounging around my mom’s Barrio Central home with my mom, nana, brother, sister, niece, MommaT, and Woods watching movies and stuffing our faces with tamales, deviled eggs, shrimp cocktails, and Eegee’s! It’s the perfect antidote for that awful holiday cheer that is plaguing our society these days. This is why I will be at the Midnight showing of “Christmas Evil” at The Loft Cinemas tomorrow night as well. Nothing says you better be good or else like a little slicing and dicing by the fat man himself Jolly Ole Saint Nick!


I will be returning to hell, I mean San Diego, on Christmas Eve so I can spend the entire Christmas Day at Casa Norte. This will be last holiday here in this city so I want to make the most of it. And by most of it, I mean eating ass by the fire place.

I'm hoping this time next year I will be twirling around a stripper pole that is oh-so-wonderfully placed next to the Tranny’d out Christmas Tree in our (Woods + mine) home or apartment in the Los Angeles neighborhood of Silverlake. A Christmas isn’t classy unless you have someone working a pole for dollar bills.

Whatcha lookin' at bwoy?

I think I'm in love...

What does it mean to be Number 1?

I normally don’t post or repost Bulletins from myspace, but every now and then I do enjoy reading and completing those silly questionnaires that are considered by most as time wasters. I read the one that Flipper sent out on Friday so I decided to take a stab at it. And instead of posting it on myspace, I thought I would just post it here on my blog for you all to read…

Can you answer 21 questions about your number 1?
Body: Can you answer 21 questions about your number 1?
Body: DON'T change your top friends, and answer 21 questions about the 1st person in your top friends.

1) What's his/her name?
Woods

2).Do you trust them?
Of course – otherwise the CDs would be locked up!

3) Where did you meet them?
Online… I know, I’m a cyberslut

4) How old were you when you first met?
27-ish

5) Is this person one of your best friends?
I don’t like the term best friend… how about Great Friend, or better yet Partner In Crime

6) Say something that only makes sense to you and them.
Seventeen!

7) Is this person older than you?
Age is nothing but a number

8) When was the last time you saw them?
This morning – right after I got done riding his face

9) When was the last time you talked to them on the phone?
Earlier this morning – I had to tell him that I missed my period, again

10) Are you their b/f or g/f?
Neither, he’s my Partner In Crime

11) Do you have nicknames for each other?
Yes, a few actually – I'm too angelic to list such disgusting filth!

12) How many times do you talk/write to this person in a week?
Often, especially when I run into him cruising at the local bookstore

13) Do you think the person will repost this?
Seriously doubt that

14) Could you live with this person?
I am currently living with this person, and surprisingly he hasn’t killed me yet

15) What do you think this person is doing right now?
Fucking some Latin guy’s ass

16) Why is this person number one on your top 8?
Because he tops me with his 8! And because he is my numero uno Partner In Crime

17) Have you seen this person cry?
Why yes I have – a real man is not afraid to cry!

18) Do you know this person's middle name?
Yes, I do – Aloysius!

19) Where do you see yourself with this person 5 years from now?
Living in Los Angeles AND San Francisco co-owning a sex club and/or porn company

20) Do you remember their cell phone number?
Yes, I love to write it on various men’s room stalls

21) What’s one of the most embarrassing moments that you have?
None of the moments have been embarrassing to be honest unless you count a certain incident that involved a queef, a sling, and a drippage of saliva

Rips my heart to pieces

My new favorite band.



Jesika von Rabbit, will you marry me?

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Y'all want some of my chicken?

Bust out the Red Rooster...

Dirty Thirty

I’m officially thirty years old as of yesterday.

The question I kept getting all day was “Do you feel thirty years old?” I didn’t know how to answer since I wasn’t aware there was a certain way to feel thirty years old. I’ve always believe that you are as young as you feel – which makes me sixteen actually.

And I believe that age is nothing but a number. Unfortunately, the gay community doesn’t see it like this. Younger is always better right? Wrong. I’ve always felt that being younger makes you more naïve in the sense that you are trying to figure yourself out. Besides, an older more masculine looking physique always looks hotter than some twinkie hairless houseboy. Oh, there’s my cunty gayness coming out!

The question that does haunt me internally is “What do I foresee me doing in my thirties?” Well, I see myself moving to Los Angeles within six months. I see myself working on my health including the weight training I have been doing at the gym the past couple of years. I see myself writing more, and pushing the limits on what subjects I tackle. I see myself becoming more of a slut so I can have even more sex as humanly possible – I’m not kidding. I see myself dabbling in all art forms – performance, painting, and so forth. I see myself seriously focusing on a career involving entertainment, or sex, or both. I see myself traveling more… fuck, like I don’t travel enough, but I do want to go down to Arizona more so I can spoil my niece.

There is so much to do in life that I don’t want any moment to go by where I can wonder “what if?” I want to do it and try as much as possible. I welcome my thirties with open arms. And open legs.