I didn't think the world needed another "Becoming the real me I'm supposed to be" blog bitching about the price of facial surgery. I'm a white girl, but I'm too ghetto for that.
I want to keep it real in the city of Angels.
What’s the point of a blog? What’s the point of more self-absorbed noise from America’s cultural echo chamber? Why examine The-Greatest-Country-Ever’s Jungian shadow, where Mormon men download Shemale porn, people pretend to be other people and we share pictures of ourselves dressed up like fictional characters?
Sounds pretty damn interesting to me, I’ll tell ya.
Blogs can be about scrapbooking, raising political hell, living without legs or just to let everyone know that the cat barfed on the baby’s bed…again.
Mine will be about living in two genders, simultaneously, memories of stranger days, music(mostly reggae and ska) and living in the bright and guilty place known as Los Angeles.
I may also talk about working in, and escaping, the best paid, best fed labor camp in the world; the film business. The only labor camp in the world with a waiting list.
I’ll also publish the stuff I write for Fourculture Magazine here. I’m very political, but I promise keep the volume turned down on that one, at least for now.
I'll also keep you posted if my dog barfs on anything.
Thanks for stopping by.
Los Angeles, CA.