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!

hi kids… sorry for being so bad about blogging!

the last couple of months have been super busy,

and now i’m on vacation in san francisco!!!

really enjoying being a boring lady.

sleeping, gyming & hydrating are all i’m doing so far.

so non-glam, but so nice.

i’ll check in later this week…

xxxo, j

tonight, @ dinner with justin glenn and nathan.

but before dinner, glenn and i went to gmhc

to watch a practice round of the very competitive vogue-ing balls.

unfortunately, the evening was cut short because of a fight…

… which continued outside.

and the next thing you know

i saw a tranny with her hair in one hand and a knife in another.

and then others took knives and hammers out of their bags

and beat the shit out of each other.

weaves were flying in the air down 7th avenue.

ok… as much as i love the idea of tranny knife-fighting madness,

the reality of it isn’t that cute.

come on, girls. we have enough going against us in the world as it is.

we don’t need to turn on each other.

isn’t the point of ballroom culture to get out our aggressions in a constructive way?

leave your knives at home, where they belong

(next to your bed- to ward off your tricks who won’t go home.)

just don’t bring them to the balls!!!

allison and i, last night

lustre

so much fun.

go see it! abrons arts center june 25-28

oh my god.

you HAVE to go see this musical!

passing strange is one of the best things i’ve ever seen on stage.

the music, writing, performances, direction, set -EVERYTHING- was soooo amazing.

go! go! go!

relaxing in my air conditioning after a night out

glamour glamour

kiss kiss

thinking about my week

…

earlier

i was asked to have a baby for a friend,

and i seriously considered it

until i realized that i would have to go through menapause

and then puberty all over again

in order to produce the baby batter.

but the risks of the child having complications are too great

to put my body through that,

so i’m putting the idea on hold. for now.

…

i’m rarely unsure about how i feel towards something,

but i am unsure how i feel about being infertile.

i suppose there’s a sadness that isn’t ready to surface.

…

i’ve been hesitant to proclaim that i am a woman trapped in a man’s body.

or that i should have been born a woman.

that i should be able to birth a child.

i’ve been hesitant to rebuke nature,

because i don’t want to feel like i am a mistake.

…

yes, there is a sadness

but it’s buried under not wanting to feel like a victim of nature.

…

perhaps i’ll adopt

…

goodnight