OurLadyJ

old blogs

reading some of my old entries

i became envious

of my own previous ability

to be so honest.

somehow,

that’s become more difficult.

the more i am exposed

the more difficult it is

for me to write on this blog.
a daily renewal

i suppose

is what it takes.

a commitment to honesty,

a continued ‘fuck off’

to my inner enemies.

i said to my friend the other day:

i have a goal,

and that’s to make the devil my bitch.

to make my demons work for me.

because they’re strong enough

to pull me down.

work, trannies!

“Tranny performance isn’t all Eddie Murphy in a fat-suit. Why, it can be a fat tranny in his birthday suit doing a reverse strip (Glenn Marla), a troupe of thin and muscular contemporary dancers in tight dresses (the Pixie Harlots), or a beguiling New York City schoolteacher on piano (Our Lady J)—all part of Justin Bond’s Lustre. This was definitely the year that trannies ruled the New York stage, what with Taylor Mac and Joey Arias ruling the upstairs and downstairs at HERE; Novice Theory and Our Lady J coming together in a powerful double bill at the Zipper; and boy-lesquer La JohnJoseph escorting us through a gender confessional at Dixon Place. But taking the cake, for sheer numbers alone, is Lustre, which Bond developed at P.S. 122 and later moved to the Abrons Art Center. Bond amassed the widest array of tranny talent found in his phone book and put on a tremendous and unforgettable show.” - Village Voice Best of 2008
http://www.villagevoice.com/bestof/2008/award/best-showcase-of-trans-talent-this-year-690722/

electric picnic

out of my mind at the electric picnic festival

grace jones reassured me that

man invented religion

and god invented rock and roll.

i’ve never been so inspired as a performer

and so sure of what i’m doing, the path i’m taking.

god bless the fields of ireland

40,000 people

11 stages
grace jones, sinead o’connor, the gossip

george clinton, the roots, santogold

sigur ros, the sex pistols, the breeders

and dozens more…

i had the time of my life!

my 30th

san francisco smells like catshit,

or maybe that’s just the smell of artists and writers.

either way, i love it

and i’m thrilled to be spending the first week of my thirties here.

unlike new york,

i’ve been walking around without the tension brought on

by the fear of being disrespected.

nobody here yells “hey mami… hey sexy… hey big girl.”

maybe everyone’s too stoned to care,

or maybe there are just too many trannies to notice…

either way, i absolutely love it here.

where it all began

I was 4 years old when I first put on lipstick. It was my brother’s idea. Well, the makeup was my idea, but the game was his. He wanted to play GI Joe (as usual) and thought we should dress up for the parts- he was always Cobra, and I, Mr. Joe. So we went for our mother’s makeup bag and found what seemed to be appropriate colors. He took the blue eye shadows and I took the brown blushes and maroon lipstick. It was a sample tube, probably from the Avon lady… we were poor and she was thrifty.

By the time we were done putting on our costumes, our faces were completely made over with the sloppy war paint, except for my perfectly painted maroon lips. We giggled at how much fun we were having until our dad came into the bathroom with the most horrified look on his face.

If I were to let my eyebrows grow out, my brow line would look exactly like my father’s- hugely pronounced and completely terrifying when provoked. It was his secret weapon for scaring small children to tears and driving us to do what he wanted us to do. “Your mother is going to be so mad!” He deflected his own horror, written on the brow. I believe he was genuinely worried that we had ruined her good makeup, but only moments later he was lecturing about the woe’s of boys wearing makeup. He went on and on, scrubbing the war paint away with a wet washcloth and no makeup remover (now, really).

Obviously, it was all downhill from there.

$$#$

how much can we pay u
to put ur spiritual health on the line

how many dollars to leave ur free-lancing love affair

for a private excursion with a company policy

not enuf

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