I've gotten home from shooting tonght. It was a total trip. I had a lot of fun. When I returned, I wanted to listen to "Siamese Dream" by The Smashing Pumpkins. Then I remembered the time back in October, my favorite month of the year, when I met a French guy from an online site. He was like eating ice cream when we kissed and he was really into my lips. I DiD not have sex with this person, even though he came over to my house and brought pineapple juice, cadbury cookies and some other chocolate thing...how francais, how cliche, que aburrida.
The Truck was more than boring...it was really hilarious. It is a gay guy's bar in the Mission. It has a little patio outside where you can sit next to the railing with old truck backgates hanging off as banners. It even has the name of the place crafted from metal...
I walked in and there was some Britpop playing with stage area vibrating with neo-psychedelic images on a silver curtain, with a huge red neon arrow toward the stage. What does this hae to do with French people? I don't know...the costumed aspect of things at a transgender show. One performer, smashed lipstick all over his lips in a dark reddish-purple and sang "Why Can't We live Together?" It must have been the lipstick...and the fact that one of the younger guys there looked like Cat Stevens...moonshadow...moon in aquarius.
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