Tuesday

Jay Brannan

A couple of weeks ago I watched Shortbus, see the trailer below. Its a film about loneliness, relationships and friendships, depression, compassion and sex. Gay sex, str8 sex, bi sex, every kind of sex. However its filmed in a way which doesn't make it sleazy or pornographic. The message I took from the film, is that no matter how depressed you feel, how lonely you are, there is always hope. You should check it out.

When I logged on this fine evening I found that one of the actors from Shortbus has had a video featured on youtube. Turns out he's a singer songwriter called Jay Brannan, and I think he's amazing. Check out some of his songs. I especially like the last one (brought a tear).

This song especially struck a chord.

Labels: Jay Brannan

Posted by Edd at 30.1.07

Monday

Man Flu

I have the flu. I think I must have caught it off some undesirable in Gatecrasher. This is why Im not a man of the people. The one time I get down with the dole queue, and gyrate with the bad gene pool and look what happens, I catch something. Just goes to show everything I have said in the past is true. Honestly, I feel fucking terrible.

I'm flying first class str8 to hell (see you there bitches).

Also, check out the video below. As a favour to the DJ I said I'd spread the word, so guys post the vid on your own blog and lets see if we can make this song go anywhere. Plus if you send him a photo you could be in the video.

Labels: Man Flu

Posted by Edd at 29.1.07

Sunday

Gatecrasher

Guess where I went last night

Dicotheque by Gatecrasher, or as I like to call it "scrubber central". The club is marketed as uber cool and super chic. Believe me its not. Its a shiny shit hole, filled with undesirables (im grouchy because I have the hangover from hell). To give it credit though I did have fun.

Labels: Gatecrasher

Posted by Edd at 28.1.07

Friday

I know I can't dance.

You know how I have the dance, right. Well, it has often been said that when on the dance floor I am the epitome of everything which is good and pure in the world. I move with a grace and style mere mortals could never wish to achieve. I become the beat and I work that floor like I own it. It is poetry so perfect in motion, like watching god create beauty, the world rejoicing, it truly is a sight to behold.

Being the selfless, charitable soul that I am I felt it was only right, scratch that, it was my duty to humanity to share my secret. Let me introduce you to the one that showed me all my moves, the one who taught me my beautiful gift. Without them I would probably still be a virgin, condemned to a lifetime of the 2 step single shuffle.

I give you the one, the only Mr P.

Bustin a hoof.

Labels: Dance

Posted by Edd at 26.1.07

Tuesday

Outwork - Elektro (The Cube Guys Delano MIX)

I know 2 posts in one day, aren't you a lucky fucker.

I've loved this track for a several months now and today I finally found out its name and of course just had to share. Turn up your volume.

Labels: Elektro

Posted by Edd at 23.1.07

Skins

Finally a show I can relate to.

Oh and remember kids, drugs are bad

Labels: Skins

Posted by Edd at 23.1.07

Sunday

D&G / Gucci Fall - Winter 2008

Here it is bitches, Winter 2008. I need to get my grubby mits on a pair of the silver sneakers, at any cost.

D&G

Dolce & Gabbana

Loving the baco-foil.

Labels: Dolce Gabbana, Gucci

Posted by Edd at 21.1.07

Saturday

Southpark Edd.d

South Park Edd.d

Give me a break, it Saturday night and I'm bored senseless.

Create your own here.

This is my favourite song from last year, I've wanted to post it on here for as long as I can remember but it was never released and therefore hard to track down, now thanks to a heads up from babs I finally can.

Also I forgot how much I love Muse

Labels: James Morrison, Muse, South Park

Posted by Edd at 20.1.07

Kiss da Funk @ Mission

Kiss da Funks 2nd birthday, at my favourite club, Mission. I cant believe I missed this night

Labels: Kiss Da Funk, Mission

Posted by Edd at 20.1.07

Pink is Back

Firstly I'm very stressed. As you may or may not know Im buying a house on Portugal's Algarve, and when I say I, I mean of course my parents, but we all know that what's theirs in time becomes mine.

Anyway we were supposed to exchange contracts today. The vendor however had other ideas. During the contract exchange he decided to pull out. Well the timing couldn't have been worse, both mother and father dearest were in meetings all day leaving yours truly to liase with the Solicitors, Agents and bank. I have spent the best part of the fucking day liaising in broken Portug-english with our lawyers and agent. To cut a long story short, the vendor was refusing to pay the agent their exuberant fees and decided it upon himself to stop the sale. To cut an even longer story even shorter we are now in a legal menage a troi. Were suing the Agent, whos suing the vendor whos being sued by our Lawyers. All this for a fucking house.

In other news I decided to wear a different colour today. Normally my public facing wardrobe is limited to different shades of white, gray, black and blue. Today however, for reasons that will become somewhat cleare later I decided to mix the palette. With pink. Now I have never before worn pink, nor have I ever wanted to. I have always thought of it as a little too obvious. Recently though I overheard a manager commenting about (ridiculing) as they put it the overtly gay appearance of a gay guy who works in the same building.

It struck a nerve.

Now I've never been one to wear my sexuality on my sleeve, however I will not be made to feel ashamed by association. I had a driver fired once because of his "innocent" comments to me in a a taxi.(the amount I spend each month on taxis, they'd assassinate the pope for me if I threatened to close my account) Im gay. Im proud of me. I decided to do what anyone in my position would do, in fact it is the only thing one could possible do in such a situation. I decided to wear a Pink Scoody doo tee.

The offending item.......

Hardly a figure hugging string vest.

Honestly Ive never had so much attention. People staring, looking, commenting, some str8 wanker mocked my by wolf whistling, and one walking corpse couldn't even look me in the eye. He took one look at the tee and abruptly turned and walked briskly in the other direction muttering obscenities

The attention, I loved every fucking minute.

Ive never known anthing like it, were supposed to be living in metrosexual times, but apparently that rule only applies to str8 guys trying to look gay. A gay guy wearing pink is obviously just too obscene.

By their reaction you'd think I had minced into work in Manolo's, wearing nothing but a Gautier Gown a pair of diamond studs and a hairy chest, whilst waving a rainbow flag to a techno beat.

Conclusion: Im going to wear pink more often.

Labels: Pink Attention