I <3 WeHo dykes

i came to the door after riding home from work today, and as i'm dragging nimbus up the stairs i notice a small black object between the screen and the door. i kneel down to pick it up and as soon as i see the crooked "hugo boss" lettering my heart kick flips, ollies and grinds. i spend the next hour racking my brains to figure out what kind of guardian goddess brought my wallet back to me with all parts intact, minus the cash. all cards have my phx address listed except for the l.a. public library card, but would someone really go through the trouble of calling the library to figure out my address? long story slightly shorter, my downstairs neighbors found the wallet and the landlord recognized me and dropped it off. looks like someone is getting a six pack thank you prezzie from a lezzie tomorrow.

the stork's gift came just in time to catch the tail end of pride, which was still in full swing on sunday night. the abby had a cirque de soleil theme with acrobats and wall to wall gays. i caught a glimps of gregg the trainer from work out and yelled his name. he turned around and searched my face, politely trying to recall where he knew me from. "oh... you don't know me. i just watch work out... a lot," i admitted. he gave me a hug and i moved on only to see mimi, jackie's ex from work out, dating a slightly less hot version jackie circa season 1 (back when she still had the shirt dykey hair). i'm getting low on psuedo celebs from work out that i can still run into, but i'm holding out for rebecca.

listening to: blanco by ana laan

deadlanguage

i just shaved my legs. it had been six months, my longest relationship. hair holds emotional baggage and i'm feeling exhausted. my legs feel weird. but so fresh and so clean. hair cut to follow. it's been two.5 years since i've last had a trim, much less a cut. i thought about just shaving my head, but that's so second wave. tomorrow after work maybe? there's a boi in weho i'd like to visit--justin teal. i hope he's gentle; they usually are.

the museum of natural history hosted a rockin first friday finale last night. for the student rate of $6.50 (you can't even get a drink in this town for that cheap)indieheads from the greater usc region trecked to hear the stringings of the annuals and the mountain goats. while it wasn't really my type of musique, the museum vibe was genius. reconstructed dinasour bones and model bison provided fabulous accoustics, while robotic ankylosaurs strutted and mingled with the crowd. there was even a p.diddy inspired booze room of white&black decor. who knew the museum was so rico suave?

this, of course, came at the price of missing the dyke march. which i'll probably never forgive myself for. we feminists love marches. '

listening to dance dance dance by lykke li

WRNNG: this may ruin your opinion of M.CHO

margaret cho is most known for her self-proclaimed sluttyness, hilarious critiques of republicans, and, of course, her cameos in kelly's music videos. it's no secret that homegirl is genderblind and enjoys relationships with people of all shapes, colors, and genetalia. so it comes a quite the shocker to me to find out that bitch is hiding her male Significant Other whilst filming her new reality tv show. she's brought her SO to events, parties, and fundraisers and it's known that she's off the market to this lucky lucky man, so why is he renting a hotel room for the duration of the filming? sources tell me she doesnt want to lose her core "lesbian" audiance by flashing heterosexual priviledge in their faces. cause, of course, we lez-bots will only find her funny if she is single or dating a wommin. that's queird.

listening to: blanco by ana laan

do womyn have to be naked to get into the getty, too?

only in la can a super and her tennant have a conversation that goes like this--
super: i'll take care of the bathroom next weekend
tennant: no, you said you would fix it today and you need to come today
super: yeah... well... you smoke marijuana in your room and i can smell it!
tennant: right, and i have a permit and thanks to h.r. 5843 you can't do anything about it.

and, what?!

the highlights from the getty


and "black out," (2004) a video by cathy begien where she sits in front of the camera, blindfolded, and retells the events of the evening as beers, cocktails and cigarettes are shoved into her hands while the scene unfolds around her.

with a view remnicent of new york's empire state building, the getty is rich in gardens, architecture and map guides. the trams provide the theme-park-like atmosphere and the gift shops, restaurants, and tours only add to the disney feeling. but if you can get past the smell of corn dogs, the five buildings packed with monets, renoirs and a special exhibit on "imaging christ" are america's version of the louvre.