Popped collars. V-V good vodka. Silk Cut Cigarettes. Four letter words... Mornings After. High Tea. Silicone. Gender-Fucking. Chicks w/dicks-Boys who bend. Non-spiritual twirling (I play twink to no god(dess)). Reams and reams of blank paper. The Quick Switch. Monster fish. Laced Q-tips. Afternoon Delight. Secret storage units...
Creatures of ponce and wit...my next Tall-Tale.
Nina Simone, early Heart, the Stevie Nicks, the Gossip, Verdi, Shakira in espanol, Maria Callas, PJ Harvey, Dolly Parton, Tracy Chapman, She Wants Revenge, Frou Frou, Imogen Heap, Peaches, Me'Shell Ndegeocello, Ute Lemper, Billie Holiday, Leonard Cohen, Beasties, Touchcandy, Duran2, Metallica before the symphonies and the sentiment, AC/DC, Bowie, Ween, Lili Haydn, N.E.R.D., GN'R, EBTG, FNM, TMBG, EBN, RATM, Jeff Buckley, TRICKY, Piper Pack, Liz Phair, This Mortal Coil, the Buddha Bar Comps, the Mash-up...
I. Really. Like. Period. Pieces. Corsets! Codpieces! Lords and wenches, oh my! Guilty pleasure = Merchant-Ivory. Tipping the Velvet, indeed. On the upandup I truly dig Lars von Trier and the Dogma '95 clan, Peter Greenaway, Neil Labute, Greg Araki, George Cukor, Billy Wilder, Gus Van Sant, John Hughes, the Todds - Solondz and Haynes & 50's Noir.
The House of Commons fucking rocks.
When I want to read a book, I write one. Seriously.
Beware the golden calf...