Angels Trailer!

preview for my new show!

yay!

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jobless...

i remember in the 1981 when my parents spent 5000 dollars on an apple IIe computer and all i did was stay home and write these programs in basic i would learn in magazines and it was the funnest shit ever. i had the gay pride apple sticker on everything back then. then i ended up working in technology and we were born in the same city and i did a buncha drugs and alt lifestyle and you fit in perfectly. i watch biographies about you and marveled at your tenacity for perfection. you were a mini hero in my life and i love you.

thanks for changing the world-

pootopes!

Thanks to the 100 Poos that made it out for Pootopia 2011. Pictures from the evening can be found at http://pootopia2011.shutterfly.com. Enjoy!

http://pootopia2011.shutterfly.com


Subject: A surprise party for Poo!

It’s OK to admit that you sometimes wish you were someone else. That you sometimes think, “if only I could be different.” I want thicker hair. I want to pull off ludicrously daring fashion choices. I want sun-kissed olive skin and ripped abs.

What you want, deep down in your subconscious, is to be Eugene the Poogene. And that’s ok, because dammit, that’s what we all want.

So what we have in the works, fellow Poogene-lovers, what I want to put before you at this moment, is an epic surprise party for Poo. A “Pootopia.” It’s apropos of nothing, which is the best way to execute a surprise. It’s not his birthday, or his anniversary, or anything like that. This is a party we’re throwing simply because we love that MF the way a fat kid loves cake.

What makes it even better is that we have an opportunity here to give Poo his idea of the ultimate gift: Being surrounded by a bunch of people that look exactly like him. How, you ask? By dressing like him. That’s the theme of the Pootopia. Come dressed as Eugene the Poogene.




The Poo of your soul

=

The Poo that lays hidden deep inside you




Let that inner Poo come out.

The details of Pootopia are these.

Fact: Pootopia begins on Friday June 24 at 8pm
Fact: Pootopia will be held at Tacombi (267 Elizabeth Street)
Fact: At Pootopia, we will all dress as Eugene the Poogene
Fact: At Pootopia, food and drinks will be served from taco trucks parked inside the venue
Fact: Poo will be escorted to Pootopia under the guise of a private dinner, and he will have no idea what awaits him
Fact: I will be texted upon Poo’s approach, so that everyone can start chanting “Poo Gene! Poo Gene!”, and he will hear it from way down the street, which will completely freak his s#$! out
Fact: I’ve sure I’ve left some important people off of this chain so please feel free to forward along the invitation to other Poogene lovers
Please let me know if you can make it/if you have any questions.

Be there.

Liana

pootopia

umm.

hi.

um. This probably isn’t going to make much sense to you, but I’m pretty sure I just woke up from what must have been a dream.

In this dream I was traipsing along Houston street with a couple of loved ones and we was just talking and laughing as good friends do. I began to feel good about myself. I began to feel so good about myself that as we hooked a left on Elizabeth st, I heard some voices in my head chanting “poogene! poogene! poogene!” I turned to my friends and was like, “do you hear that? do you hear the glorious narcissistic voices in my head too?”

my friend then opens up these enormous gates that swing wide open into an enchanted kingdom whereupon I encountered a sea of beautiful people that look like poogene with hair almost as good as poogene and they’re all chanting “poogene!” (lil’ self-indulge I know, but it’s my dream.)

The first thing that came to my mind was, “holy shit. taco’s. I’m starving”

but you guys wanna know what the second thing that came to my mind was?

I looked across the poogene sea and upon closer inspection I saw that inside of each “poogene with hair almost as good as poogene” was you all. and that there is what it is. If there’s any special sauce I am bringin to the table, it’s because of you guys. If I seem to be dancing on sunshine whenever you’re around, please understand that it’s because you’re around. It’s all this beautiful magical cycle that I refuse to take credit for because if I happen to light up a room by chance, it’s a direct cause and effect of how you make me feel. It’s very important that you know this. It’s going to be on the exam. So dig it-

I just love you so fucking much is all.

So when I saw you as all as poogene last night, it all made sense because what I really saw is that it’s all of you that make me who I am.

I’m so incredibly fortunate to have you all in my life and I don’t understand how it happened, but I promise to never take it for granted and I pray that it never stops.

thank you family. so much

eugene the poogene

ps- I ran to the bathroom, - and this is the strangest part of the whole dream. there were no mirrors… just so you know. if this was truly my dream. there would be mirrors.

Please don’t reply to this email. I’m still digesting.

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http://www.nytheatre.com/showpage.aspx?s=immo11829

http://newyork.metromix.com/restaurants/standard_photo_gallery/the-food-experiments-national/2820132/photo/2823981

http://liachang.wordpress.com/2009/06/01/lia-chang-asclepius-at-lamama/

http://offoffbroadway.broadwayworld.com/article/ANGELS-OF-SWEDENBORG-Opens-La-MaMas-50th-1027-20110926

die nasty

"The problem with beauty is that it's like being born rich and getting poorer."

-joan collins


"The beauty in love is not in the receiving but in the giving"

- i dunno was it really donal?

save rays!

so today was my first day on the job! i put in about ehhh.... 3 solid hours at the legendary ray's candy store in the east village. i got to make egg creams, quick math, ice cream shakes, coffee, egg creams, cheese fries, deep fried oreos. everyone gets fries there. that is the big mover. it was pretty fun i must admit. i would say over the course of 50 people, 45 were interesting to talk to and 2 were stunning. the problem was that i have nice clothes and that place will make me smell like a deep fryer when i leave. billya showed me the ropes.

also hung out with my go to gal for the first time in two years. sweetheart. so glad she's not a hooker. it was crazy that i was so obsessed with her 4 years ago. we don't have much in common and now that i'm not as inspired by her like that anymore my shit must not be as funny so she yawns after about 3 hours with me.

hmm...

i was tight at rays today tho! there was old bay salt and i told them to old bay their parents. people asked me if they fry anything there and what i like to fry. i said since i was asian, i liked to fry kites.

hm.

g'nite!

wonder woman

it's totally like it. sick all day... quick fix makes me feel great for a minnit and then crash.

assive aggressive

oh man... this is going to be difficult. today is agaonizing. sleeping was nonexistent last night. i keep on stepping outside of myself and slapping myself telling myself to man the fuck up. nothing ever happened. it's amazing that i felt something after a very prologed numbness. i'm glad that the (somewhat crazy and destructive) passion still exists in me, i just uhh... wish direct it somewheres... pathetic. i think since i have to distance, i'll write over here where you can't see. like hidden on this public blog that is open to the world. i love you, mind... but sometimes you are evil. idjut.

the blue light was my lady, the red light was my mind....

i wanna listen to your music
i wanna play my music for you
i wanna take you down the coast of california and camp in big sur
i wanna run rocks with you in tuolomne meadows
i wanna sleep under the stars with you in yosemite
i wanna make fun of you
i wanna laugh with you all day all night, all the time
i wanna write magic with you
i wanna buy silly trinkets for you
i wanna meetcha to my mom
i wanna make stupid movies with you
i wanna take care of you
i wanna be taken care of by you
i wanna still look good for you while i still got it
i wanna see how this feeling that is foreign to me evolves
i wanna stay at home and cook food together
i wanna get high and go see art with you
i wanna see the world with you
i wanna read the paper with you while we eat the brunch that
i wanna make with you
i wanna pack lunches with you
i wanna ride bikes with you
i wanna kiss you soft
i wanna kiss you hard
i wanna explore new parts of the city with you
i wanna eat chinese food late at night with you
i wanna read books that you recommend
i wanna hear you say get over yourself
i wanna have you help me design my apartment
i wanna hear you tell me to clip my disgusting toenails
i wanna have you around to help tell me when to shower
i wanna just hang out around my house just being myself...

with you.

that kinda shit.

but doorknobs got in the way.

fuck.

thatzit!

i cannot WAIT until mondee. by then my zit will have gone away...

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Best Ever

sneezy like sunday morning...

am i getting so picky with women that i don't think i could be with a half sneezer? the ones that don't do the "choo" when they sneeze?

i'm fucked.

scoot the boot

let it be known that i eugene the poogene, think scooting on my fireball vespa is fun but am not too concerned with the security of it. i like bicycling better and scooting kinda stresses me out. if it gets stolen or whatever, i'm fine with it and it probably will save my life...

yay!

roman and sandy are engaged!

so i cooked them a din din...

thank you califonia...

5 weeks in the most glorious state in the union-

saw my brethren in the oc, caught bebel in san diego, went to a wedding in los angeles, strolled along carmel by the sea, fell in love in big sur, had dinner in monterey, new addition to the family in belmont, skater friends reunion in oakland, high school reunion in san carlos, met my brother's new wife in st. helena, lived with my family in the mission in san francisco, made out with a tranny at the endup.

well... i'm at the airport. all my bye's this time were quick because i felt so emotional inside and i didn't want to break down. for the first time in my ten years of living in new york, i don't wanna go back. been to ten cities and saw tens of loved ones that i really really love.

back to fuckin' cold ass new york where they run over ankles.


"Thank you for your wine california
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes i got the desert in my toe-nail
And i hid the speed inside my shoes"

jagger/richards

the san francisco experience...

(portions of this story may or may not be true depending on if you are the police or say, my mother)

so about last night....

i felt pretty good about myself after working out at the san francisco downtown crunch... so good in fact that i wanted to do some crack. i wandered the streets of the tenderloin and was a little sketched out because i heard the new police chief was trying to clean up the streets a bit. i passed by some po po checking out some homeless people on the streets and decided it was time to leave. right then though some guy nodded at me and i nodded back and he said follow me. i said i ain't following you! you're walking right back to the police! and so i followed him.... we went past the police about two blocks and within 10 minutes i had 3 rocks of crack in my hand for 30 bucks. i didn't look back, got in my car and headed straight for the end up....

the end up.

t-dance. my sunday church. my school. my home. 6am - 8pm every sunday for the past 32 motherfucking years. where i credit learning how to dance by watching all the unhibited freaks let loose their goose on the dance floor. there have been few other establishments where i learned so much about anything. i have not been here in 8 years. i looked around and saw trannies, an old dude in the garden dressed as santa claus playing cards with some woman, and a 60 year old getting really funky on the dance floor. these are my people, i thought. this is where i belong.

it felt great to be home.

bum ankle and all, i was there all by myself dancing with the freaks in the floor and it felt marvelous. then a gorgeous tranny- seriously hotter than 90% of the women i know stumbled on the scene. she looked like nomi from herc and love affair, butt with a way prettier face that looked a bit like the avatar or dark crystal faces. butt make no mistake- she was insanely pretty whatever she was. kept sitting next to me and bumping in to me. she would come up to me and lift her shirt a bit exposing like the bottom 1 inch of her boob and then she was so wasted that she fell down on the dance floor showing her ass crack. i thought she was incredibly sexy, butt you know- a wasted tranny so i just admired from a distance...

we all continued to dance. all the sketchiest freaks in the world that you'd think would be too shady to come out from under their rocks, butt at the end up they are free to be themselves and what you see is the most uninhibited dance floor in the country. it was so beautiful. the tranny still had her shirt up a little exposing herself which brought about her being perved on by two slimy persians decked out in ed hardy... and the little korean monkey name poogene.

butt hey... she wanted me.

=)

so. i'm about to leave, i feel great. then everybody wants to be somebody comes through the speakers





holy shit. i dropped the jacket since i hadn't heard this song out in forever and now felt great. i gather up some courage to approach the tranny because i so wanted to take a pic of me and the tranny just to show everyone how dope this place is. i went up to her and asked if i could take a pic and she said no. i said sorry and thanks and started to walk away and then she pulled me down into a chair in the middle of the dance floor, lifted up her shirt to expose the most gorgeous fake pair of tits i've ever seen. but it was dark and i was like, did i not see nipples? and then i was like... whoa... wait a minute. i've never really gone down this road before and i'm doing it in the middle of a dance floor... maybe i should think about this. and then i looked around. i realized i was here alone, haven't been here for 9 years, don't know anyone in sf... SWEET! who will ever know

(unless i blog about it)

she was wearing these tight pants and i was looking for a bulge but couldn't find one, maybe she went through with the operation or maybe she had it tucked in. at this point, who really cares if she's a man, woman, or donkey... she sat down on my lap and grinded me and then placed my hand all over her chest (felt the nipples!) while she felt me down and i was licking her body. all in the middle of the dance floor. she was completely womanly... soft, kissing her was just like a woman, not gruff like a guy for those that have already asked. i mean the tranny technology today is amazing. seriously. perfect body and the face which they usually can't get totally womanly, this one was very womanly...

or maybe it was dark and i was on crack.

anyhow, she's like let's go home... i was like where do you live? she's like no- your house. i'm like i'm staying on a friend's couch in the mission or... well no offense, butt i can't really take you to my mother's house.

her little gay guard dogg came up to her and probably said something like "be careful of the slimeballs" and then i started dancing with him as if to say, "hey i'm cool!" hmm... he wasn't completely buying it. we went to the bar and she asked for a drink and the tough ass deaf lesbian bartender (god bless the end up) was signaling something to us, butt we couldn't comprehend so she wrote on a cocktail napkin "security has cut you off" and then she glared up and gave me the evil eye.

i was like... well, nothing more is probably going to happen. so i said thanks and wished her a happy new year.

i went to where i was going and then had little more crack and then was going to jerk it to some porn sites. i actually wondered if i could get off on a tranny site and tried it, but after about 8 seconds i was like... hm. probably not.

i dunno. mebbe it was 11 seconds.

i wondered what really would have happened though had we gotten to a bedroom and i opened the christmas present and... well. i guess we'll never know.

i'm not being sarcastic at all when i say that some experiences in my life are so beautiful i want to cry.

happy new year friends.

i love you,

poo!

totes not fair...

after the 4th year of moving to new york, i would come back to san francisco and notice the difference in women in new york and women in san francisco. new york is ridiculous. the enormous wealth of beauty and the crazy standards of it have warped and twisted my mind so that i can't even appreciate cute anymore. somewhere i dated a model and it's almost like it's become 9 and up for me.

it's kind of a problem.

however this whole foot/ankle shit this summer has made me look at a bunch of things in a different light. one of the things this summer was that i was holed up all of summe and it was like summer and new york was sexy and i was missing out on it.

i decided to become a bit of slut and just sleep with anyone. well not anyone, but 8.5's and up!

=)

anushow, as i started hanging out with these girls i realized that they are entirely more down. i'm not saying that the models are not smart or fun. i'm sure there's a whole bunch that are down...

you konw what. i got off track.

i meant to talk about san francisco women. anyhow, now that i've regained my sanity and don't chase after extreme beauty anymore and finally have the re-realization of compatibility... i've fallen in love about 40 times in san francisco. the girls here are tougher, smarter, cooler, and sexier.

or i could be forgetting. but for the longest time, i thought the women in sf were frumpy and dressed like clowns. i mean, my roots are from sf and thank god. sf is all about individuality as opposed to new york where everyone wears uggs one year, then everyone wears gladiators the following spring, followed by everyone wearing the same shit. and black is king. thank god i'm from san francisco where color is alive and everyone dresses like frumpy clowns. it's the better of the two and thank god they go for it, butt some of it comes off wrong to me now.

maybe i'm more conservative now as i'm older, but i think i've reached a balance of the two.

i forget the point of this post.

happy new year and happy holidays.

i love san francisco, glad i'm from here, and i have fallen in love with the women in san francisco again....

yay!