La Divafina

NEW JOB...NEW IMAGES...

2009-04-02T10:23:00.002-04:00

HEY GUYS..
GOT A NEW JOB..
HERE'S WHAT I'M WORKING ON!!

XOXOX
DF

Back...

2009-03-01T17:57:00.002-05:00

Sorry for the long absence, but it's been a tough few weeks. Can't get into the specifics, but thanks to my new therapist I'm working through a lot of things that I never could address before. SO much has happened in the time since I last posted, a bit too much to rewrite, but I now know that I am worth so much more than I gave myself credit for, seriously.

I'm in a bit of a melancholy state right now, due to the crazy cold ass weather outside my window, more snow and wind blah, blah!

Therapist tells me that writing in this blog is very therapeutic for me, so I must make a bigger try to write down my crazy thoughts.

I've given up alcohol again for Lent...my yearly self-imposed detox, it sort of snuck up on me this time. At least I'm not in Europe, I'm home...resting.

Anyhow. Here is a song that for some reason popped into my head a minute ago that I thought that was appropriate for this mood.

Alanis...

xoxo

DF.

DIANDRA @ ELITE

2009-02-03T15:12:00.002-05:00

LIVING!!!

DF.

Fuck it..

2009-01-31T19:45:00.002-05:00

" I just handed in my resignation.." My co-worker told me, I was shocked and speechless, which is very hard for me. I was also jealous and seeing red. A million thoughts swirled in my head, especially since her and I became really close on my first day, she kept asking me all these questions and asking me what to do when I finally had to tell her that I didn't know that since it my first day and she said that it was her first day too! Instant office BFF.

" What agency are you going too?"

"I'm not, I'm retiring..moving to Perth in Australia to work as an organic farmer, I bought a ticket and I hope to be gone for two years." I was in awe of her, and sad for me. Not because I was losing an office friend, but I was jealous because it wasn't me leaving. She's 26 and she doesn't want to wonder what else is out there, this was her first job after college and she didn't want it to be her last. I totally understood it and was envious with her determination and bravery, I used to be like her, I used grab life by the horns and bend it to my will, I had dreams.

I'm proud of my friend for throwing her hands up and saying "Fuck IT" and running away and finding herself..and that got me to thinking... How many Fuck IT's are we allotted in our life? How many times can we throw our shit in a duffle bag and find a new city or country and start all over..how many? One..two or three times? Are you considered a fuck UP for never committing? How many times have I actually said it? I've said it numerous times, too many for some peoples taste, hell I even think that I used up some of my Dad's and other family members that never left California. I threw my hands up and said Fuck IT to school and became a dancer, and started doing shows, went on my first tour and then ran to Hollywood and then I packed up my shit and ran to Chicago. I was young, in my early 20's and that shit is acceptable then, my dad calls it La Aventura, the adventure that every young Mexican man takes to find himself, though it's usually to find field work in America. So using my father as inspiration I landed in Chicago and struggled and cried and had a great time. I was making a life for myself when I started auditioning for shows again and landed a tour with Sesame St. Live...and once again I packed up my luggage and hit the road..for THREE years! I went around the world with that show and learned a lot and when the time ended I threw my hands up and moved to NYC with my best friend and started auditioning and working as well as being on scholarship at a prestigious dance studio..barely making ends meet. I then retired from performing with an injury and didn't say Fuck IT..just FUCK! What am I supposed to do now!? I worked at the cosmetics store and I was doing well for myself for a while and I still wanted more when I landed my current gig..and I said Fuck it and joined up with the fashion brigade and have been there ever since.

As I hug my friend for what could possibly be the last time I whisper in her ear everything that I was feeling for her...Pride and jealousy and I told her to run. RUN and never look back. And as I walked to the train I wondered do I still have another few Fuck IT's left? I'm 31 now, and I think I'm working on settling down, but I still think that I have a few more left..don't I? At least one..right?

df.

catching up..

2009-01-21T23:54:00.003-05:00

been dealing with shit at work.. of course can't/won't type about it here. I decided that this blog wouldn't be going down that direction anymore..but I will say that I am working really hard to rise about everything...that's all..

that being said..let me give you a run down of what's been inspiring me..

OBAMA! YES! We watched at work and cried our eyes out...now go change some shit! and make it happen!

I helped #3 with a photo shoot that I styled, he colored and Friend did the hairs and #3 lil sis did the posing in front of the camera...was pretty major..

I got the BlackBerry Bold and I'm learning how to use it...I think that it maybe too much phone for me...we'll see..

I want to send two shout outs..

First to my lench..you're my rock and I love you more than my luggage..

Kuddles..for listening and helping her through the fog..

xoxo

Victor-Victoria

2009-01-17T21:56:00.000-05:00

Hop on the Spiral BITCH!

2009-01-17T17:31:00.002-05:00

This is a new fashion/art/music/whatever and everything blog that one of my children started!

Go give him some clicks! Divafina said so! xoxo df.

Hoponthespiral

THE SEPTEMBER ISSUE-ANNA WINTOUR STORY

2009-01-17T09:56:00.004-05:00

OMG!!! Can't wait to see this!

source: fashionologie

The song that was on my radio when my dad gave me my first car keys..

2009-01-15T22:51:00.002-05:00

This song brings back MANY memories of sitting in a car begging Lencho for gas money.
Yellow Ledbetter.. enjoy df.

LA GRACE JONES!! LIVING!

2009-01-15T22:39:00.000-05:00

THERE'S A PLANE IN THE HUDSON GURRRL!

2009-01-15T17:05:00.003-05:00

NEW YORK (CNN) -- A US Airways plane with more than 150 people aboard was down in the Hudson River on Thursday after taking off from LaGuardia Airport, and everyone aboard is off the plane and alive, officials said.

Flight 1549, headed to Charlotte, North Carolina, may have experienced a bird strike -- when a bird or flock of birds is sucked into the jet -- according to FAA spokeswoman Laura Brown.
Passenger Alberto Pinero said that within a couple minutes after takeoff, "you just heard a loud bang and the plane shook a bit."
Passengers could smell smoke, and "the plane just started turning. ... We knew something was going on, 'cause look, we were turning back," he said. Everyone on board exited the Airbus A320, the Federal Aviation Administration said.
"Somehow, the plane stayed afloat and we were all able to get on a raft," Pinero said. "It's just incredible now that everyone's still alive."The pilot radioed to air traffic controllers that he had experienced a bird strike and declared an emergency, a New Jersey State Police source told CNN.

Pinero said rescue boats arrived immediately. Live video showed the plane bobbing in the water and moving with the current. City fire and police, plus U.S. Coast Guard units, were responding, and a ferry was dropping life jackets into the water.

The plane approached the water at a gradual angle and made a big splash, according to a witness watching from an office building.
"It wasn't going particularly fast. It was a slow contact with the water that it made," said the witness, Ben Vonklemperer.
"It appeared not to have landing gear engaged. This was bigger than a puddle-jumper or sea plane. It was a silver aircraft and it basically just hit the water," Vonklemperer added.An Airbus A320 has 150 seats -- 12 in first class and 138 in economy, according to the Airbus Web site.

***omg..look st the people on the pinche WINGS! Waiting for them to come and pick them up! That is some Snakes on a PLANE!!!

Aye dios...I don't know how long it's going to be before I'm able to get onto a plane again..my trip to Raleigh is over!

xo df

KINA- Girl From the Gutter

2009-01-14T20:35:00.002-05:00

Kina came out in 2000, and I instantly fell in love with the whole album. Problem was, I kept telling everyone about her and everyone was buying her but I kept losing my copies of the pinche CD! I seriously replaced it like FOUR times, twice I bought her used at Amoeba records in Hollywood, but she kept running away from me! For some reason I was thinking about this song today and I went onto Itunes to try and buy it and lo and behold, they don't make it anymore! Apparently her label dropped her and the album is no longer in print, so I had to go onto Amazon and buy it as a "collectable"..whatevers, the point is I bought it! I just dropped another twenty bucks on this bitch...I can't wait to hear the hidden track!
enjoy! DF.

The Principal's Office- Dirty Dancing

2009-01-14T16:32:00.003-05:00

I don't know what show this is, or what channel, but I'm going to start DVRing the damn thing! I love how these boys aren't afraid of looking gay or bullshit like that... oh no I didn't feel dirty after watching them.... hehehe df.

ANTM/Oxygen Party

2009-01-13T10:43:00.005-05:00

Last night was the launch of ANTM on Oxygen and they had a huge family reunion with a lot of the winners and non winners of the show. I went and was surrounded by most of the girls that I represent from the show and some of them did the runway show. I took a co-worker and we had a blast! Now I'm a bit hungover from all the wine and will just let the photos speak for themselves.

GORDA!!

2009-01-12T13:00:00.002-05:00

So I know that I that I've gained a few pounds, and I've been trying to change the way that I eat and also going to the gym again so in order to help each other out at the office we are all creating goals for fittness and for the next three months once a week we are going to have weigh-ins and see how well we are keeping to our goals. Well, when it was my turn for the scale I swear to GOD that it's being hateful and vindictive and telling me a weight that was six pounds more than it was on Saturday! I'm never going to eat anything solid ever again, I'm going to become inhuman like Karl Lagerfeld!

I hate HUH!

df.

LIVE FOR THIS!!

2009-01-12T12:22:00.002-05:00

Ok, So way back in the summer of 1997 my bff Lencho and I became the first Rent-heads on the west coast when RENT opened at the La Jolla Playhouse for an extended run. We went opening night of previews and cried and sang our hearts out so much that when the cast came out and we were of course waiting, one of the cast members was like " We just had to meet the two loud Latinas sitting center, we were focused on both you two during the whole show!" Which wasn't hard because the almost the whole house was filled with blue haired season ticket holders who were walking out during the show at various stages, either when boys kissed boys, or girls on girls or bad words were screamed onstage...it was genius. I was 19 years old and doing my first professional show at the San Diego REP and I felt like I was on the right track and I was inspired, but I fell in love not just with the show but with Neil Patrick Harris who was playing the lead character of Mark Cohen and he was SO good that I instantly fell in love, so much so that the next day Lencho and I went back to see the show and bought the whole cast sunflowers boquets as they exited the show. Such a great memory...Lencho and I ended up seeing that show like 15 times that summer and had a blast doing it..
I'm adding the Doogie Howser MD remix from this weekend's SNL..

Hawaii!!

2009-01-11T15:32:00.002-05:00

So I know that it's been a long ass time since I've written in this ancient tome..but you know.

She's been hella busy with life and shit and honestly went through a bit of depression that she is fighting I am fighting my way out of, slowly.

Changed the header image, thinking about changing my tag line, since I am no longer a boy and feel much more of a man at 31 now. Maybe I'll change it later, but I have been thinking about blogging for a very long time now and I will try to get it going again. But for now I'm just adding the video of my Xmas, Bday and New Years vacation in Hawaii!

Aloha!

Df.

SEASONS CHANGE

2008-05-28T21:56:00.003-04:00

So I've been having some good couple of weeks, especially since the weather has changed! Currently NY is in the middle of some nice weather, it's basically the calm before the heat stroke that will come and smother all us here and make us sad, sweaty messes in the up coming months. But for the time being I'm enjoying the nice weather that reminds me of growing up in Cali. I've been in a really GREAT mood the past couple of days, I think that it has to do with feeling like I'm getting on in life, or is it just getting older or more complacent? I used to feel like I if I wasn't moving that I wasn't going to amount to anything, but this weekend all I wanted to do was sit on my new couch and watch cable, you couldn't have FORCED me to do that 10 years ago, hell's NO! Maybe it had to do with the four day weekend that we had thanks to labor day, who knows?

Anyhoo, I'm in a great place right now in my life, I actually have a command on myself and my emotions and basically my future. Sure, life would be a bit easier if I was making a few extra pesos, but I know that I will be taken care soon, I just have to bide my time and earn my stripes. Roommate and I are friends again and that's good, we were at odds for so long, but I think that we have figure each other out for the most part.

It's past 10 pm and I'm in my pajamas and I'm getting ready for bed, I had a full day today. I woke up hella early and got work a lot earlier than usual, and I had me a busy, steady day. I didn't take a lunch break and even when some CRAZY drama broke out on the booking table I just had to laugh it all off and learn from some of these other's crazy outbursts. So then I grabbed my bag and FINALLY made it back to the gym. After a few months of being scared to roll up into my expensive ass gym, it was like going home again. I took it easy and just used the eliptical machine and made a vow to start going back, so I already packed my bag for tomorrow morning. I'm going to plan to run and do some light stretching before work manana, I can't be all crazy and hit the weights just yet, hopefully by next week I'll be doing some light weights.

I'm rambling, I know, but it just feels good to feel alive again. Want to send a shout out to my sistah girl Osito, she's been reading up and getting to know La Divafina. Hey CHOLA! Thanks for reading!

I'm gonna leave you with a FIERCE video from back in the day, I thought that it was appropriate for the title since we are changing seasons... :-)

Don't ya'll just love some Expose? night! DF..

PPG's

2008-05-12T23:55:00.003-04:00

So those bitched over there are my oldest and dearest friends that I met and survived high school with..we were a ragtag group of misfits that found each other and raised one another into the fine upstanding queens you see barely standing before you--->

Those are my best friends...I don't have the time or the energy to even begin to tell a story about al of us, but I do have to say that meeting up with everyone together for the first time in EIGHT years was awesome..two of us are 30 and the other two aren't far along..but it felt like we were 18 and driving across the border to go club hopping and man chasing. We had a great dinner and laughed about everything that we could think about, it was very "REMEMBER WHEN!" From left to right, role call : The Driver, Gabbycakes and the lovely Lencha..then of course DF herself.

No matter how fierce I think I'm getting, all I have to do is call one of these guys and they'll bring back down to where I came from...yes honey..Chula Vista...

Have a good night!

xoxo

THE BIRD CAGE

2008-05-11T17:52:00.002-04:00

So I walk into the house with a model in tow and I walk into Roommate and current BF wrapped in multi-colored caftans watching The Birdcage. Like our house wasn't gay enough here I am walking in with a cute STRAIGHT male model who is crashing on our couch for the night cuz he has a job in the morning then he's back to the midwest, so I walk in and burst out laughing. And it brought me back to when my best sistah/girlfriend, La Lencha, and I ditched our afternoon classes and drove over the mall and caught and early showing of this movie. It was funny as shit then and even funnier now.

OMG! This scene was GENIUS!!

This was a good training wheel post..I want to start again...so why not a funny one.

xoxo

SHE IS I..AND I AM HER...AND HER IS ME..

2007-05-08T20:56:00.000-04:00

I've been away people..

yes..all over the this country I have been..

spent time in Miami..lost myself..buried herself in sand

and she lived to tell.

i came back to NYC to find myself put upon a tall shelf that NO ONE

could reach

not even me...and she is I, and I is her..and her..is, well...me.

She is slowly coming back..

crawling towards the light..

I am growing stronger by the minute..

She lost herself in the make believe world or Ken Dolls

and booze.

But, she, and her...Ella..she's is way to FIERCE to loose it

on some pendejo...again...

Time heals everything...and makes it stronger..

she is back...sort of...

BEWARE

29

2006-12-28T14:17:00.000-05:00

I'm 29 today.
I feel good.
I am having the best vacation here in San Diego, my hometown. The holiday was good, spent it with family and friends.
Today is going to be big also, many different people from my life are coming to hang out today and finally I will be mixing fruit. I'm not in charge of the festivites, though, and that is proving to be hard. I'm not used to letting go of the riegns of my life, but I got Lencho handling it and he's doing fantastic. I think that he hacked into my Myspace and somehow took a gander onto my blackerry. I'm sitting in a nice suite here in downtown that I got for myself. I think this will be a new tradition for me, I checked in last night and had a nice quiet evening, fell asleep really early and woke to have a HUGE breakfast via room service. It's a beautiful day and I'm going to go run around with Lencho for a bit before preparing for my dinner, in who knows where.
I'm 29 today.
I am lucky.
I thank the skies every day for my life.
I've been a dancer, a singer, an actor, a poet, a muppet, a retail slut! I've been a carnie, a smoothie maker, a customer service hag, a sea world slave! I've been a student, a son, a sister, a daughter, a brother, a friend, an enemy, a lover. I've been a fighter, a winner, a loser, a quitter, a longer haired freak! I've been sad, glad, happy and desperate. I've been an uncle, a wife, a husband and a grandson. I've been a nephew, a cousin, a witch, a shaman, a drama queen and everything in between.
I've been that and done A LOT more in my 29 years.
Don't get me wrong, I've had to work hard to get where I am today, which still isn't much, but if you where to tell 19 year old Jose what kind of life he would be having, he would have popped his gum at you, then flicked his cigaretter your way and told you "Yeah, right! I'm goin to be on Broadway!" And, well, I've sort of been there, I walked past it all the time in New York.
I'm home.
And it feels nice.

Thanks to everyone for my birthday wishes!!

I got one more year to accomplish everything on my list...
DF.

I'm off to Russia...no, REALLY!

2006-11-24T21:19:00.000-05:00

So I got pulled into my bosses office last week and she asked what my plans were for the holiday, I told that I didn't really have any plans and she was happy with that, since she was sending my ass to RUSSIA for scouting! I wasn't even asked or given a choice, I was told. I will be taking off for three weeks starting manana going all over Russia, I mean hitting the small villages and spending the night on a train. I'm very excited that I've been chosen to go, but I've got to admit that I'm scared shitless of fucking up this opportunity. I can't believe that in the span of one year I've been traveling all over the place, it's like being back on tour only better. I don't know if I'll have internet connections, but I will be tying a journal and then updated it as I can. I get travel with my coworker Manny, so that's going to be a blast. This is just another adventure for this young girl from Chula Vista, and this is just the beginning. I think that they need to follow my ass around with a camera crew to film my shit being in culture shock. Okay kid...off I go!

DF

WWD JAPAN!

2006-11-08T21:35:00.000-05:00

Here is the latest issue of WWD Japan. Inside is a story on one of the hottest models out there, Coco Rocha, who just happens to be a model that I work with. WWD gave her a camera for fashion weeks in Europe and told her to take pictures backstage etc. to show the world what it's like to be a baby supermodel. Since I spent quite a bit of time with her I took some of the pics and even ended up in one of the smaller ones, yo can see my mug with Coco on the right hand side. You can also see my travel turtle, he's kicking it with Coco on the bed!!

DF.

Sue Nami*

2006-11-07T22:10:00.000-05:00

So I haven't had a chance to update my Halloween pics because my best friends Sammyboots finally came to NYC to visit my ass!! I don't how we did it, but we managed to survive his trip here without getting killed, though we tried like hell to poison ourselves. I took Halloween and the day after off, thank GOD, so I could prepare and recover. Sammy and I spent the day running around looking for our costumes, all I knew was that I had a kimono that I bought Roommate in Tokyo last year. I was a little scared because #3 was not in town, but he did leave us his makeup kit and drag box, so we were prepared. Sammy had the genius idea to put a corset over the kimono and turn me into my alter ego Blanca Basura, who was actually birthed on Halloween back in '96, which is when I met Roommate for the first time. So we came back to my place and started the transformation, thank the heavens that Sammy could beat a face, cuz her worked me out!! So we went through the parade, where I should have known that the fierce boots that I bought for my outfit were not cute for a big ol' girl like me. I could barely walk by the time that we got to the first bar and so I spent the whole sitting and trying not to pass out cuz of the corset. The bar was busted and we ended walking all over the place, we finally ended up at a local Japanese bar restaurant named Dojo's, on Mercer. I was not having a goodtime, and Sammy was trying his hardest to make it happen for both of us, my feet were killing me, so all I wanted to do was go home and take off my shoes. We bellied up to the bar and I thought fuck it and started to order drink after drink. Well we both ended up doing what we both do best, getting drunk, and the next thing I know all the people in the restaurant, including the staff came over to hang out the Drag Queens, Sammy introduces himself and then tells everyone that my name was Sunami!! I could not believe that he said that, I was Blanca Basura, but the name stuck so we ended coming up with a back story to my persona. The part of Sue Nami, the trannie gaysha whorehouse mistress was being played by Blanca Basura. So once we came up with that I was happy. After that we ended up at Barracuda were we had some great fun and drank some more, we closed that bar and got back at 5am. We got some food at the deli and when I finally got upstairs and took off my shoes, I was sort of sad to put Blanca away, but I did have a great time, luckily I brought my camera.

WHAT'S IN A NAME?

2006-10-27T17:01:00.000-04:00

HowManyOfMe.com

There are:
19
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

JUST DON'T ASK ABOUT MEXICO!! I HAVE ABOUT A HUNDRED COUSINS ALONE!!

DF!

Dream

2006-10-26T19:08:00.000-04:00

I had a crazy dream last night. I dreamed that I was in some sort of car chase with the cops, only instead of a car I was in a bed on wheels that went really fast! Think bed knobs and broomsticks mixed with Dukes of Hazard. But the really weird part was not the bed race, not by a long shot. It was when at some point in the chase I see these playground teens playing hoops and they notice me screaming like a girl and they call me a fag when my bed was at a red light, I don't know why I adhered to the traffic laws, I guess I was just a good mattress driver. Anyhow, so they call me fag and I hear them say "Let's go kick that fags ass!" And they started coming towards me and my friends on the bed, cause apparently now all my gay friends were sitting on the mattress with me, must of been a queen size! Okay, so I jump out of the bed and run towards them, not knowing what was going down, all I knew was that I was going to beat some ass on these kids for what they done did to Kevin Aviance! So I run up to them and I confront them and make them stop their assault before it even starts, I speak about the human race and humankindness, I speak about love and respect, I sounded like a goddamn telethon! So in the end I made the boys cry and they apologized and then I cried and it was all good!! I guess you shouldn't fall asleep with the news talking about New Jersey and gay marriage laws.
Had a good day at work, still at the office, on my way to magazine party!!

DF.

**Sammyboots is coming to spend Halloween with me..I'm scared!!

Scissors!!

2006-10-22T22:53:00.000-04:00

Saw the Scissor Sisters last night!! It was awesome!! Tam gave me tickets and I took Roommate. Just got home from seeing Running with Scissors, and Roommate couldn't give me a haircut because he forgot his scissors at work!! I do see a trend here, I wonder what it means?
I've missed writing, I forgot how therapeutic this blog was for me.
Today was a great day, hated the movie, loved the book. Nursed another hang over, slept in, and ate. It's getting cold, and my friend Gabbycakes had his 29th birthday today. I'm ready for bed.

df

Hips don't Lie....

2006-10-20T18:53:00.000-04:00

So I told the photographer everything last night. I professed my love for him and he bought me a falafel. He told me that he was straight, I told him that I wanted to be with him and make him happy. He said that I needed to eat, fucking alcohol! Why did I drink SO much last night?! He wanted to see me dance.

"Dance for me. Show me how you dance!" Hips don't lie played in the background as I did my dance of the seven veils. Shakira was singing about her lovely body parts and my hips told him the truth. With one body roll my hips, and body told him everything!

You know when you wake up and the first thing that comes to your mind is "What did I say?! What did I do?!" Yup, it was one of those nights. I'm a fucking idiot.

df

Arch de Triomphe

2006-10-04T12:22:00.000-04:00

Went sight seeing with one of my models Kara, here are some fun snaps of the Arch de Triomphe. It's right around the corner from my hotel, we went over to go the top and we bought some tickets and then realized that we had to walk all the way up!! WHOO!! That was all my exercise for the trip right there!! Here you go!!

Paris Baby!!

2006-10-04T08:33:00.000-04:00

I'm in Paris right now, having been here for a few days. Tyring to recover from Milan and New York Fashion Weeks is tough!! I'm coughing up I don't know what and I feel like crap. I'm taking a lot of pictures that I can, hopefully, have time to upload later. I'm just lucky to finally have an internet connection that works really well. Running around this city is amazing!! I don't know if I could live here though, most Parisians don't care for Americans, that's why I run around and tell everyone that I'm from Mexico. Ummhmmmm, que?
Here's a little bit of drama for yo' momma. Photographer is here in Paris working, and he's spent a considerable amount of time in my room, hanging out and staying over. It's now what you think, he comes over, we got out to eat and then we lay in bed and talk about our pasts. Then we fall asleep holding hands and wake up in the morning, like and old married couple. I watch the news and he reads the paper. Nothing, that's it. I think that's all there ever is going to be, I'm totally in love with this man and I'm sure that he knows it, I'm just scared to talk to him about it.
I've been running around backstage at most shows, today is almost a free day, but I just want to sleep and get better. I want post more later on, I can't wait to get home..

xo
df.

Me in Milan!!

The Terminal

2006-09-01T22:11:00.000-04:00

Hey guys...OMG. Is it true? Can it be the one herself? The mother who birthed this blog, then let it sit amongst the ruins of a year that was documented and then forgotten like a pair of old shoes, smelling and dirty in the closet. Si senor! She is I, and I is her, and her is me. I've been away, living my life, away from the blogsphere, don't get me wrong...I still visit. I read daily blogs written by people who only dedicate their lives to writing, unlike me who only makes empty promises of writing more when in reality I don't have the strength or patience anymore. But yet I can't give you up, "Why?" You may ask....For moments like this. This moment that I'm living and all the other moments that I've lived in NYC, when I should have written my thoughts and shennigans down, but I couldn't. But here I sit, in Newark airport, thrice delayed. I should've been on a flight to Chicago over three hours ago, but even my little brothers' name wants to cause me grief and throw a wrench into my life. Fucking Neto...pinche hurricane Ernesto! Named after the brother that is dead to me. Well, apparently he is alive and angry, he manifested himself a big tantrum and caused me to be stranded here. Is this entry even making sense you ask? No. But you can blame that on the HUGE Top Shelf margarita that I had and also the GRANDE cerveza chaser I had, you know, just a little bit of medicine to dull the pain. Things are going well for me..really well. I keep waiting for someone at work to turn on the light and yell " Gotcha, I knew you were a fraud!" Pero, no! They keep giving me more and more to do, and I just keep shuffling along, the whole time so afraid, that my shirts are being ruined with all the sweat that pours out from under my arms!! But I love what I do! I get to travel and meet wonderful people and live another life that most think fantastic. It's been a year since I came on board and I've come far, very far.
In my absence I have Lencho the keys to this house, and he finally posted. A great post, even though he dug up the past that I buried under a house, with a tree on top of it. But I love him even more, for using my lessons to learn from.
Where is this plane!!
I have so much to write about, but I think that I'll leave it here and pick up when I get to Chicago.
I do love you guys...if there are any of you left.

DF

This Love

2006-08-30T23:16:00.000-04:00

Wednesday, August 30, 2006 - San Diego, California - 9:19 p.m. Author: Angel

This is where I have been...

His name was Roger, and he embodied every taboo charm we were certain to fall head over heels for. He was good looking; a boy on the precipice of manhood. He was from a world we’d never known; trying to hold his footing on the thin line between hetero and homosexuality, and struggling more and more each day, against the unseen, unknown force which swayed him. He hurt you, and yet you returned to him again, and again.

Later his name was John. His presence was as unexpected as the rainbow at the end of a terrifying storm. His sweetness assured something wonderful, and you leapt into the abyss again. You danced, you hoped, you smiled, you cried... you fell. In the bitter winter he was gone, and again you were alone. Long December, but there's reason to believe...

Then, his name was Phillip. He shined with allure and the promise of possibility renewed. He was like a drug and he pulsed in your veins, reviving instinct as well as hope. Time had passed, it was later in our lives, and all though we had danced this dance before, we obliged the dance once more, pretending to be virgins to the song. We sipped the wine of ignorance, and again you burned.

Roger, John, Phillip… the music plays... and life's lesson, I fear we have not learned.

The story plays again, and I feel lost without you by my side. Where do I begin to make sense of all of this? Where can I begin to justify this to you, to me, to everyone who might read this?!

Do I beging at the true beginning; when we first met, when I fell in love with him, when he was living with his girlfriend, when we first made love, when he promised me he would leave her, when he first told me he loved me, when I said that I could not see him again, when he moved away? Or should I move forward and begin more recently, when his brother called to tell me that he was getting married, and so I called him, and he came to visit me, and we met for dinner. How I thanked God that I had finally resigned myself to become a gym bitch again, and had lost those 30 extra pounds, and fit so perfectly into those 7's;and then seeing him, in the dim moonlight of a San Diego evening, looking so good, just as I had remembered him... just as he was in my dreams. Should I begin with the shallow conversation at dinner? How neither of us knew what to say? How neither of us really ate, how he looked at me as we walked back the car, how the quiet in the car on the way to nowhere nearly blew out our eardrums? How the beach looked when we arrived; sparkling with black sequins that reflected a perfect sliver of moon; a moon meant for lovers. How we sat in the sand, how the tear rolled down my face, how his finger wiped it away? How his lips felt against mine… after so long, how they felt again, and again, and again? How we made love on the sand, and how I told him I love him and he said that he loved me? How? How can I tell you this, when my heart knows how it will end?

How can I forsake a future unknown for the heartache of the past? How can I destroy a future promised to someone who never hurt me? Does she deserve him? Do I?

After all that has happened… how?

His name is Boyd. He embodied every taboo charm we were certain to fall head over heels for. He was good looking; a boy on the precipice of manhood. He pulsed in my veins, reviving instinct as well as hope. He was my drug of choice. He left and has now returned… and I must make a choice…

Chula Vista

2006-07-16T01:31:00.001-04:00

I've been on vacation in California with limited internet access. I've been touring Southern California seeing old friends and family. I'm emotionally and physically drained right now and ended up spending my last night here with Lencho at his place with some vodka and beer, just like the old days. I don't want to write everything that is going through my head right now, it's too much, this town and people and family. All I can say is that....

I'm not of this town anymore,
she let me fly away
she won't let me back
I thank her for my freedom
wish that everyone else got out too
not sure who changed more
me or this town,
or not at all for both
I drove around and knew this place,
but I don't know this place anymore
The streets were like an old lover
whom I laid with once,
strangely familiar yet so many different
tricks and nuances that were not learned
I sadly moved in and out of the crowds
unnoticed and alone.
I am not of this town

This pretty much sums up most of the trip, I'll post pics and bios on everyone when I get back to NYC, got to get back to the Lencho!!
df.

Madonna

2006-07-04T13:16:00.000-04:00

My aching head!! I went and saw Madonna last night with Roommate and then we went out! I can't think, the room is spinning... I'm SO not drinking today. I'll post more later..

xoxox
DF.

Gay PRIDE!!

2006-06-24T19:19:00.000-04:00

So it's Gay Pride weekend and it seems like the Republicans are getting their way, it's raining on our PARADE!! But hunny, even with the mascara running down her face, you can't slow a good queen down, maybe just make change her outfit a little to match her umbrella!!
I've been away, yes I have! I've been going through some self issues that I know I couldn't post on the blog. I just wanted a little bit of alone/me time. Work is going swimmingly, all my hard work had paid off and I'm getting the rewards that were promised to me. I'm going out tonight with friends and heading over to the pier dance tomorrow, where rumor has it that la JLo will perform. I hope she can breathe underwater!!
I ain't dead kids! I promise, she's back!!!
xoxoxox
DF>

You gotta love NYC, or she won't love you back!

2006-05-14T15:34:00.000-04:00

The Photographer said that last night to me as we had some wine in his newly singled apartment in Williamsburg. We had somehow turned what should have been "a bite to eat and some drinks" into an all nighter. We had started at a bar with an outside terrace, which was great until it got cloudy and cold. After that I was feeling little hungry, since I had spent about two hours at the gym, so momma needed to grub. We were walking over to this small Mexican joint when it started to rain on our heads, we ran under an awning and huddled very close to each other and wondered out loud how long the rain would last, and I was hoping forever. We scurried over to have dinner and to wait out the storm, and from there ended up at Belly, my favorite bar on my block. We both had four beers each, on top of the Margaritas, so he had the wonderful idea of getting a bottle of wine and hanging out at my place. I knew that Roommate may be home so I made the suggestion to go to his place, and to my surprise he jumped up and we left. We were both wasted when we finally got to his place, he made me feel right at home. We had some mota and drank and laughed like we were in high school. So he made me fall in love with him again, only this time it was a good feeling, more real. All night he spoke about his girlfriend, who just moved out, and how he felt about her. I know that he's straight, but it just felt really good to be around someone so caring and artistic. We sat so close on the couch that I could smell the faint smell of his cologne. We talked about dreams and music and life. After that we ran back over the bridge to hang out with some of his friends, who gave us the wrong address, so we ended up having to walk 12 streets and two avenues south to get were they were at, only to have issues with the door people. I was not in the right frame of mind to be there at that moment, so after a while I just said my goodbyes and bounced. I knew that the night could drag on forever and I wanted to wake up without a hangover, which I did. He gave me a great hug and I walked home, grabbed some drunk/fat gurl food and watched TV. It was a dream date, and without dreams there is nothing....

df.

COACHELLA!!!

2006-05-08T20:44:00.000-04:00

I've been a bad, bad blogger!! Sorry... :)
So let me get to it! I was in California last week for a long weekend in LA and Indio, the Coachella Valley to be more precise. We were were sent to scout the Coachella Music Festival, which is an hour outside of Palm Springs. It was two days of bands and performers, over 100,000 people enjoyed the polo fields and it's 95+ degree weather. I am tan! There were over 100 bands that played various tents and some of the performers included: James Blunt, Scissors Sisters, Imogen Heap, Massive Attack, Tool and of course Madonna. She performed the final night and she didn't even close, she just went up in the electronic tent after Paul Okenfold. She was over 20 minutes late, and the place was packed with about 30,000 people trying to squash in to see her, I seriously thought that I was going to die from either heat stroke or being crushed by people in the back trying to get closer. We were lucky enough to get in the middle. I don't want to keep on writing since the pics will speak for themselves. Got home Monday night, late, and finally got a chance to rest this weekend, which was why I didn't write or do anything. I PROMISE to write more this week!! Love you guys...DF.

PHASE OUT!!>>>>BITCH!!!

2006-04-16T21:20:00.000-04:00

HAPPY BUNNY DAY YA'LL!!
Want to send a shout out to all my people who ate too much today and who spent time with their families and hated it!! Teehee!
Okay, so today I woke up hella early and ran my ass to the gym to make it THREE days a row that I have been there! I's coming back kids, little bit at a time, but I'm coming! I don't even want to tell you what the scale yelled at me the other day when I stepped on it, that good for nothing SOB told me " One at a time please." I mean the nerve, so when I composed myself I realized that I had actually gained more weight that I was letting on, hence this new motivation to get back in shape. Well that and the fact that I've had to keep buying bigger clothes. Anyhow, I want to write about today before I watch my stories.
After the gym I went over to Dad's and #3's house to help them with the prep for our 1st Annual Clan Easter Picnic. We gathered some wine, eats and blankets and hiked our faggoty asses to Central Park to lay out in the beautiful sun, bond and boywatch. All of us were there, #1-2-3, Dad and Friend. We had a gay ol' time. We laid about and laughed and drank and pointed out future ex-husbands to each other, I will post some pictures once #3 emails them to me since I forgot my camera. I had a wonderful time and just want to thank my friends for being there for me, I always say that I'm a better person for having them in my life!!
** Best quote of the day was Roommate getting all competitive learning how to play a card game called Phase 10. I had never heard of this game, but it's like UNO but more evil, which is why I had no desire to play. But Roommate started getting all personal with the guys and talking shit, I had NEVER seen him exude some much testosterone before. He kept telling everyone he was gonna "Phase OUT!" Luckily I was pretty smashed by that point and didn't really care.
** Also watched the GLAAD awards and want to make an effort to be more politically aware, I don't know how, but I will.

Love ya'll!!

DF>

2006-04-14T12:05:00.000-04:00

"Love Ridden"

Love ridden, I've looked at you
With the focus I gave to my birthday candles
I've wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow
And baby, I wished for you
Nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
And I wanna crawl in with you
But I cry instead
I want your warm, but it will only make
Me colder when it's over,
So I can't tonight, baby
No, not "baby" anymore - if I need you
I'll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we'll only have to wave
My hand won't hold you down no more
The path is clear to follow through
I stood too long in the way of the door
And now I'm giving up on you
No, not "baby" anymore- if I need you
I'll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we'll only have to wave
No, not "baby" anymore- if I need you
I'll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we'll only have to wave

These are the lyrics to one of the best break up songs in the world. She happened to play in a sad playlist at work today. I replayed it twice and then found the lyrics, love sucks!! What are some of your favorite break up songs?

DF.

Saturday Night

2006-04-08T23:45:00.000-04:00

It rained like crazy today and I didn't get anything really done today, but I did rest, so I guess that it was all good. Met up with #3 and Dad and went over to the salon where Friend and Roommate work and we all got a hair cut. It was a short boy hair cut around. We then all ended up heading over to dinner to celebrate #3 and Dad's two year anniversary at the SoHo Cantina. Trannie showed up too and we had a gay ol' time. We all ate like a fatgurls, and I'm pissed right now because I just realized that I forgot to take pictures of the nights festivities! We are all currently shoved into our little apartment while we get ready to go out and hit some new clubs. Friend, Dad, #3 and Roommate! We will meet up with Trannie later on, and I can't wait. I'll have to write about that later!! I'm gonna have fun tonight!

Df.

PATOS!!

2006-04-07T17:45:00.000-04:00

Gay Ducks!

has this ever happened to you? just wondering...

2006-04-07T14:48:00.000-04:00

So I forgot to mention this the other day because I was trying to find a decent way of telling this story. And after retelling said story I figured that I could finally write it down. Here is the story that I told the guys at work, we were sitting around trading drunk night war stories and when it came time for me I was asked when the last time that I had a drink was.
"The last time that I had a drink? Hmmm, let me think. Oh yeah! Monday, the day before Roommate came home and I took a personal day. I stay home and opened up a bottle of wine by myself." I said hoping that they would leave at that, but this kids know me to well and wanted to know all the details.
" And then what happened? Girl, get to the good stuff." My work sister squealed.
" Okay, well I told myself that I would only have ONE glass of wine, and I woke up I don't how much long later naked with my laptop on my bed playing porn and the bottle was empty. AND I had apparently molested myself." I looked around and no one said anything for a second then they started laughing hysterically, and so did I.

So that was my Monday night! I don't know why I shared that, I only know that I haven't shared anything in a while and I thought that this would be good for ya'll!!

Love df.

Trader JOSE'S....

2006-04-04T21:39:00.000-04:00

AAAAAHHHHH, that is what I said this morning when I woke up from my last night alone in the apartment. Roommate comes home tonight from his week long holiday so I decided to celebrate last night with a bottle of Merlot all to myself. I took a personal day today to catch up on being Jose. I've been running around so much and working long hours that I just needed run errands and clean up a bit. That's how I ended up at the brand new Trader Joe's. It's small and has enormous lines, but the prices are great and it was the first time that I actually bought some groceries for this apartment since we moved in. I'm just puttering about right now, looking through a course catalogue for the New School. I've been seriously thinking about just taking some part time classes this summer, in the evening, of course. I'm looking at writing, French or photography. There's even a cooking class that I was thinking of taking too! I just think that the courses that I was checking out would help me with my career and make me a better agent if I can speak French. How hot would that be? Me running around the shows in Paris screaming at people in French. After French I want to learn Italian and Portuegese, they say it's going to be easier for me because I already know Spanish. Well I better go, gotta finish vegging!

df

"You look great, and you know it!"

2006-03-31T15:59:00.000-05:00

This was the fortune that came with my lunch today. Hmm, how appropriate that is the one that I got! After a week of feeling less than and blaming everything on the damn solar eclipse, I feel pretty good today. Other than feeling dizzy all day from a fun night with Hollywood, we sat on my bed and vented and had 420, like a couple of teenagers. I don't normally hang out and do that, nor did I do that as a teenager, I was a total goody-goody. But after the past couple of days that I had, well I had too. It was fun, the weather was great and we laughed our asses off. We ate everything in my apartment and I passed out and woke up so refreshed and happy that nothing has been bothering me today. Roommate is still in Miami and I don't know what to do with my time, I'm running around this weekend, got a trip to Philly planned. Okay, gotta run!!

df-

MIA

2006-03-25T01:30:00.000-05:00

MIA, what a funny acronym. Stands for the Miami and also "Missing In Action". That's me, I'm Missing in action and I'm in the GD city of of Miami. As I write this I've got a bowl full of pasta and a whole bottle of white wine chillin my ever growing belly, courtsey of room service here at the Embassy Suites. It's a huge two room suite, which is one more room than I'm used to dealing with by myself. I just so happen to be by the airport, so everything is really far away. The place to be right now is South Beach which is about a 40 minute drive from here, and there is a huge music festival right now. It's called the Winter Music Conference, and there are million DJ's here spinning at any given moment, as well as it being spring break for most of the colleges. It was so packed with kids that were on some sort of illegal substance today, I felt like I had regressed to the bad part of my past. Needless to say, I'm not a happy camper right now. I'm sad and lonely and hate being on the road when it's only me, especially when I can't go and lay out on the beach and hang out. I'm tired and I have to be up early tomorrow for a scouting event. I'll write more when I get home....
love you...
I'm not dead..

df.

How are Evil are you?!

2006-03-18T15:08:00.000-05:00

You Are 74% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.
Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.

How Evil Are You?

I took this test and this is how it came out! It asks a lot of questions about your past, which I guess, they hold against you!! Have fun guys!! On my way back to Miami for another week of support and scouting, so I should have alot of time to write at night, cuz this time they got me staying by the airport, not on the beach! df.

Got my Tan on!!

2006-03-06T22:24:00.000-05:00

Was busy last week with work and tying to get ready for a long weekend in Jamaica judging the model of the year there, AND I'm in Miami right now for the rest of the week, helping out with our offices down here. I think I've got it pretty easy, don't you? I'm exhausted and I'll write more manana about SOBE...df

Philly

2006-02-28T00:25:00.000-05:00

I'm in Philadelphia right now for a scouting trip. I've got a kick ass room
with a huge king size, with lots of fluffy pillows. Not going out with the
rest of the 'Power Gays' cuz I got me some fever blisters on my lip that are
not that inviting. PMK lives here and trying to find time to see each other
is proving rather difficult. Hopefully I'll get to have brunch with him
tomorrow. Enjoying my huge bed!!!!
Df.

'It done frozed up on us....'

2006-02-20T19:33:00.000-05:00

It was six degrees!!

I'm sore and I can barely move. After months of not being a gym rat, trying to go out and snowboard for the first time really took it's toll on me. I'm bruised all over and can barely sit down without grimacing and grunting. I don't want to write all about it, because the pictures are worth a thousand words and then some. I do want to mention that Trannie, Red and I pitched in for a private lesson with the hottest snowboarded on that mountain! His name was John and he was sweet, caring and patient. Because of my dance background I was the star pupil on the novice hill, and somehow felt that I could take the lift to the top of the hill and make it down it one piece. Well I was wrong, what usually takes 10 mintues to come down took me and hour to accomplish. #3 was there trying to give me support, but I ended up telling him to leave me alone and I would figure out a way down. I finally gave myself a pep talk and came down that BrokeAss Mountain like a pro, though I have no idea I how I did it! I had brusies and ice on my culo! We ended up getting hammered at MaryAnn's in Chelsea, to soften the pain. I can't wait to go back!! df

6am and haven't had coffee yet.

Snowbunnie

Red and Trannie At MaryAnn's

Number 1 and 3!! Getting drunk!

HOT John!!

Superstar of the day! Dad, strapped on a snowboard and became a pro in under five mintues!! Way to go DAD!!

Super quiz!!

2006-02-20T02:05:00.000-05:00

Your results:
You are Green Lantern

Green Lantern		85%
Iron Man		75%
Spider-Man		70%
Superman		60%
The Flash		60%
Hulk		60%
Supergirl		55%
Wonder Woman		50%
Batman		50%
Robin		45%
Catwoman		45%

Hot-headed. You have strong
will power and a good imagination.

Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...

I messed up..

2006-02-15T21:43:00.000-05:00

I fucked up today at work.
There was a lot of things going on, and I thought that I had it all taking care of, and I didn't.
I screwed up a car pick up and one of the nicest girls that I've worked with missed her flight to go the shows in Milan. There are no flights available until Friday, which means she doesn't go to any of the castings for the really big shows.
My fault.
I hate this feeling, I think that I'm doing great and then I fall flat on my face.
Not a good day.

df

Snow Queen..

2006-02-12T16:25:00.000-05:00

So there was a blizzard last night and now everything is a Winter Wonderland. We spent all of yesterday inside and today I couldn't stand it anymore, so Roommate and I went out into the wilderness to try and find a Sunday brunch. I called everyone and no one was available, #3 and Dad are upstate being snow bunnies, Trannie was not leaving his house and we live too far down for anyone else to hang out with us, so it was just me and my faithful roommate to make it happen. We walked out and it was total 'white out', there was wind and snow flying at our faces, Roommate was ready to quit, but once we went for it he became a good trooper and I tugged and pushed him toward our goal. Halfway there Manny and Nomad called us to see where we were at, and they wanted to meet up with us at the LoSide diner, which is a little farther than where we had wanted to go, so we changed direction and started for the diner. He are the resulting pictures and as you can see it was still snowing and people were out and about. We had fun playing like little kids and making a game of it, we kept saying that if this was a story about people being stranded in a snow storm and having to walk millions of miles for help, Roommate would have given up and died in the snow. I kept pulling him and shielded the snow from him, if this would have the Realworld/Road Rules Challenge he would have been sent to the gauntlet and Abe would have to come and throw him over his shoulder to get him to cross the finish line. Brunch was good, very
inexpensive, everyone showed up. Kuddles and Flaca came by and we had good conversation and I drank way to many cups of coffee. After brunch I walked home alone and enjoyed the
serene blanket that was thrown across the lap of the LES. All these images were captured on my camera phone, and I think that they look pretty good, can't wait to get uptown and finally pick up my bag. I'm tired and about to veg and watch t.v. and play online. And to the people on the west coast, I hate you.
df.

Heatherette

2006-02-10T21:12:00.000-05:00

I've been sick the last couple of days with a fever and a cold. I guess I can't work almost three weeks straight without a day off and not pay for it. So here are the pictures from Heatherette that I promised. I was able to score some tickets from my boss since he hates going to the shows now, and since I'm learning and eager to go the shows he gave them to me. I decided to take my good friend Hollywood, since this would be her first fashion show in the big tent, and me too! I didn't want any drama that night, but there ended up being a lot! I ended up sacrificing my tickets to the fashion gods, namely my director and owner of the company, so I was forced to go to the show with my friend in tow and a determination in my heart to see this show. I walked to the backstage entrance and used my bosses' name to get an all access backstage pass, and it worked! I was able to smuggle Hollywood in, but we were still a little scared that we would get found out and we kept dodging the security. After a while of feeling like I was going to be put out, I told Hollywood to go backstage and get some champagne and I would figure out a way to get myself in, so I walked back to the sign in gate and asked for another lanyard for my assistant, and to my surprise they quickly handed one over, so I was golden! We got inside and it was such and amazing circus, it was like the Boysroom on Saturday night, only it was brighter! We walked around and drank champagne, while Hollywood gushed at the spectacle of it all, I pretended to be jaded and not care. But really I was screaming like a little girl that I was backstage and able to see the real workings of a fashion show. I sometimes love the backstage work more than the actual show, must be the make-up artist in me. Tons of models and hangers on were to found all around, as well as drag queens, transexuals and freaks and all sorts of East Village staples. Some of the highlights include are as follows.

Richie Rich and Amanda Lepore saying hello to me, I guess if you spend enough time being drunk at the BoysRoom they remember you.
Free Champagne!
The models that I help represent seeing me and getting excited, I forget that they still get nervous and need support.
All the sad left over reality TV stars that are hanging on to their 15 minutes!
Naomi Campbell being rushed in, late, for hair and make-up. I was not aware it was her, I was talking to someone with my 5th glass of champagne, and I was almost pushed over by a large security guard, when I whipped around to see what was going on I did the gay inhale! Naomi was four feet from me! I went to gay heaven right then and there.
Spending time with my Roommate and seeing him in action, he wasn't supposed to work this show, but jumped right in and I was very impressed by him and his skills. I guess he save all his energy for two weeks a year, because he was on FIRE!
The show itself was okay, but the audience was full stars and fashionistas, Hollywood and I were given seats away from each other but we didn't want to separated so we chose to stand, but Hollywood being so little I made her take the last single seat so she could watch the show and thus get all these pictures!

I had a great night that night here are the pics!! I'm off to bed! I went to the finally of Project Runway today and I will post on it tomorrow, there's a snowstorm coming so I'm staying indoors! DF.

My usual Meal......

2006-02-08T11:11:00.000-05:00

This is an excerpt from an email conversation that I had with my BFF Lencho. I'm sick right now, recovering from the Heatherette show last night that I will write about later on today when I'm able to get the images up and running.
-DF.
________________________
I ate my usual meal.
It's what the Korean men at the deli call it when I come in looking tired from work around 8pm.
"The usual my friend?"
"yeah"
Which translates to turkey, bacon and cheese with everything and mayo and mustard.
When I go up to the counter with my chips and water, and my sad individually wrapped cookie, the guy has the nerve to ask me..
"What? No ginger ale?"
"I have a 2 liter at home."
"AAH, GOOD, GOOD! You save money!"
I didn't want to tell him that I have two 2 liters.
I ate my meal in the dark.
He hooked me up, the guy, it was a heavy ass sandwich. He's liked me ever since I came home drunk really early in the morning one day and shooed away a strung out, tweaker punk-goth kid from his store.

The FIERY Arches....

2006-02-02T17:41:00.000-05:00

Umm, the worst thing that could ever happen to a fat gurl like me, just occurred. I don't know when, or how, but I was sitting at my desk and someone asked me if I wanted Mcd's and I said NO. I thought that I was having will power, I mean I walk past it every day on the way to work, so I will not be tempted, the Golden Arches? My culo, more like the Fiery Arches, that guard the way to HADES! So I'm sitting here being a diligent Mexican when I hear the skinny people clap and yell, McDonald's is here! What? Here? I happen to look over and standing at the elevator is a MacDonald's employee holding a bag of what can only be sweet, sensuous, sinful goodness that was wafting it's siren like sent over to me. Large FRIES!! I started to sniff..
"Umm, they deliver?" I asked, afraid of the response, know full well that if I asked or looked I would turn into a salty fry.
"Yup!" They choke as they shovel handfuls of the death sticks into their mouths.
"I didn't know that they delivered." I gulp.
"Jose, this is NYC. They deliver everything here." I start to sniff the air and my professional nose asks them..
"Who ordered chicken nuggets? (sniff) And a cheese burger..sniff...sniff.. and an apple pie?!" They all stood there in awe of my fat gurl prowess.
"Do you want an extra order of fries? They gave us one by mistake?" I leaped across the table like a cheetah at a wounded wildebeest. And I now sit here with a large order of fries, greasy hands and salt on my sweater. I'm scared, I know they deliver now, and it's only a phone call away and there will be no shame that I get when I know that people see me walk in. It's become too accessible, somebody call Kirstie Alley and Jenny Craig, NOW!
"Does anyone have any ketchup?"

ONE YEAR!!??

2006-02-01T20:02:00.000-05:00

I just freaking realized that today is my blogs birthday!! Holy CRAP!! I can't believe that I've been writing in this for a year. I know that I've been away for stretches at time, but it's still nice to know that I've kept up with it, all my high and low points have been captured! And some of it has been captured on film, look how far I've come in a year. I'm still struggling to pay some of my bills, but then again, who isn't? I'm in cool place right now, and I know that it will get better. It's funny, I was having a blah day last year in March when I made a prediction that I would be making a an impact in the fashion world, and I know I am!
I want to thank all my friends who let me write about us and those of you who don't! Just bear with me, I have a lot of changes in store for this website, I got my best girl Lencho working on some ideas!
I'm still at work as we speak, and honey let me tell it's about Fashion Triage!!!
-df

HEAR WHAT OPRAH HAD TO SAY ABOUT MEN:

2006-02-01T20:01:00.000-05:00

HEAR WHAT OPRAH HAD TO SAY ABOUT MEN:

If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.
If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.
Stop making excuses for a man and his behaviour. Allow your intuition (or
spirit) to save you from heartache.
Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be.
Slower is better.
Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.
If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve
then heck no, you can't "be friends" A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.
Don't settle.
If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.
Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at
yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.
The only person you can control in a relationship is you.
Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He
didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any
differently?
Always have your own set of friends separate from his.
Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you.
If something bothers you, speak up.
Never let a man know everything.* He will use it against you later.
You cannot change a man's behaviour.* Change comes from within.
Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are... even if he
has more education or in a better job.
Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.
Never let a man define who you are.
Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on
you.
A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.
You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is two way
street.
You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about
baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.
You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship
consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not
supplementary.
Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.
Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and
you're always readily available to him - he takes it for granted.
Never move into his mother's house.
Never co-sign for a man.
Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.
Keep him in your radar but get to know others.
Share this with other women... You'll make someone smile, another
rethink her choices, and another woman prepare.

Happiness keeps you Sweet, Trials keep you Strong, Sorrow keeps you
Human, Failure Keeps you Humble, Success keeps you Glowing, God Keeps us
Going.

Nightmares

2006-01-31T19:16:00.000-05:00

So Roommate and I watched The Ring 2, and let me tell you! We screamed like little sissies on Sunday night! It wasn't that it was scary, I just don't like things jumping out at me. Not much else to write about, been working like crazy and I know that I signed up for this gig, but sometimes I wish that I just had some more time free. I want to be able to run errands and go to the gym, hell even try and take a dance class again. ERK! I'm bitching, sorry. I'm still at work and I haven't even had lunch yet, I got to leave my desk for an hour today though. I took an underage girl to see Prada today, I thought that I would get to go inside at the offices and make some connections, but I was relegated to sitting outside with the other mothers. Lucky for me that I brought a magazine. Hmm, #3 is in San Fran, doing the training that I got to go to last year. Here are some pictures of some hot men that I came across the other day. His name is Ryan, and he's represented through Click models out of Boston. HOT!!
Enjoy..
DF.

All alone on a Sunday Morning...

2006-01-29T18:26:00.000-05:00

I'm at work right now, Fashion Week is upon us, and I had to come to man the fort and finish up some work that I've been trying to finish for a week. I don't have much to write about, so I'll leave you with some pictures of the model that I'm in love with right now. His name is Tristan, and I thank my lucky stars each day that we don't represent men anymore, because I would've been fired a long time ago.
Kisses,
df.

Moving day.

2006-01-25T20:29:00.000-05:00

This past week as been really busy trying to get ready for Fashion Week and also having to move our offices uptown. Today was the day to pack everything up and it was total chaos. After 20 years of being in the same building there was a lot of dust and who knows what built up all around. I kept saying that we should just leave it behind and buy new stuff, but we have to drag most of our old stuff with us. I'm tired of being moving boy, and we have to be at work early to learn how to use the new phone system. I know that I've been a BAD blogger, but I promise to get caught up over the weekend.

-df

Brooklyn!? How'd I get here!?

2006-01-15T17:55:00.000-05:00

I had been invited to hang out with the Photographer on Friday night in Brooklyn to watch one of his friends perform. I just didn't want to travel to Williamsburg at midnight to see his set, even if it was to hang out with a hot guy. So I decided to hang out with #3 and Dad, I felt that hanging out and having dinner and drinks would be so much better. I ran uptown after work and it felt good to hug and see my friends that I hadn't seen in over two weeks, there was a lot of catching up to do. #3 ordered BBQ and popped open $300 worth of wine while we ate and played a fun game of Scrabble. We started talking about Photographer and one thing lead to another and Dad packed us up into the White Whale and off we went to Brooklyn to this bar/restaurant called the Monkey Room. I was little bit nervous because the three off us were way out of our element in some strange bar with a different community of freaks than we're used to. AND, #3 and I were pretty hammered when we got there, luckily Dad was the sober one and had his wits about him. We rolled up to the place like we owned it and I felt like I was in my neighborhood with the occasional punk, scenester, faggot, electro, emo, hipster, fashionistas that I run around with on daily basis. It was already past 1am when we got there and luckily we found him on the balcony with his performer friend and the DJ, which we weren't supposed to be on, we just ran up there like we belonged. He still looked great and I instantly fell in love again, he was so excited to have me there and introduced me to everyone that he could. While I was making small talk with him and Dad, #3 being the fierce sister that he is, made friends with one of the Photographer's female friends and took her to the bar to get some much needed info. He returned less than five minutes later and whispered in my ear.
"You've got a husband standing next to you." He smirked and hugged me.
"Huh!? Que?" I stammered, the whole time smiling like he just told me a joke.
"I asked that girl how the performer and your man knew each other and she said that they used to date!" He said this and a stream of golden light came out of the sky and shone on my face and little butterflies flitted about my head.
"Are you sure!?" I just saw us having a Valentine's dinner and exchanging gifts.
"Honey, of course I am, he's into you!" That's all the reassurance that I needed, let the freaking games begin, I traveled all the way to Brooklyn to find me a man and it was worth it! We had some more drinks and Tequila shots, that were horrible, and those pushed me over the edge. We caught his friends set and his music was interesting, very experimental and loud. It was a quick set and we sat down to have some more drinks, we went outside to have a smoke and talk shop and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, great style and beautiful skin.
"How old are you?" I finally asked the other question that I wanted to know. He looked at me like he was afraid to tell me the real answer and then he stammered.
"27, don't tell anyone that I told you that, I don't tell anyone my age." I felt very privileged to have been given this secret, and I was happy as shit to know that he truly was around my age. After that we went back inside and I was texting Manny, because he wanted to know the truth as well. So he was coaching me with what to ask him to get him to tell me the truth. I also couldn't shake the feeling that he was lying to me about his age, something wasn't right and my powers are usually on about something like that.
"Let me see your ID, I want to look at the picture." I smiled, feeling very proud of myself for coming up with that lie.
" I don't have one, I lost it a while back." He responded quickly, a little too quickly for me.
" Then what are you walking around with for an ID? You had to get in with one?" Checkmate handsome, try to get yourself out of that one.
"My passport." He quietly answered, he went to find it and asked another one of his female friends in his posse to get it for him since she was carrying it in her purse. He handed it to me and told me that the picture wasn't that good. I looked at the damn thing and flipped out when I saw that his birthday was May 1976!
"You're 29!" I screamed at him, a little to loudly.
"Shhh, it's a state of mind."
" 29 is not bad, I'm 28. You're only one year older than me."
" A year and a half." He quickly said. "You just turned 28." I guess he's been doing math, or actually thought about our age difference. A good sign telling me that he thinks about me. At the same time, Manny sent me text to ask him who he was dating.
" So, are you dating anyone at the moment?" I held my breath.
"Yeah, her." He pointed the beautiful Ukrainian girl that had his passport in her purse. My heart stopped, had this been a musical, a chandelier or an helicopter would have fell out of the sky. I would've jumped onto the table and screamed out a showstopping number about my love for him and how I couldn't live without him. Instead, without missing a beat.
"COOL! She's SO beautiful." Ugh, I lied. After so many years of being dead inside, my finally thawed heart was shattered into a million little pieces and spat upon the floor. After that we danced around for a while and I told him that he probably needed to get home, it was well after 3am and he had an 8am call time. We couldn't find him anymore and #3 was a mess so we decided to just call it a night and head home. As we walked back to the car it began to rain, once again New York was intuned with my emotions, showing everyone what I felt on the inside. Dad told me that maybe he was just being nice and networking. #3 said that he was lying, why would his friend have given up that juicey tidbit and not been telling the truth about his exboyfriend? With the rain falling on the White Whale, we ran away from Brooklyn. Dad made me feel better, in his supportive way, and I'm sure that #3 would have been hold back my hair while I cried if he wasn't passed out in the front seat. I bought some water and some chips that would help soak up some of the alcohol that I had ingested, and thought about my imaginary breakup with the man of my dreams. He woke me up with a call in the afternoon to make sure that I was feeling alright, he had wanted to know what had happened to us and to let me know that he had a great time. I told him that I also had a great time, and I did, until I found out that he was either bisexual or liar or possibly both. He's a very talented photographer and we will be using his services at the agency, I'm sure that we'll grow to be great friends. But on Saturday all I wanted to do was sleep. It was snowing and cold and I felt like shit. I stayed home and ordered food and a movie and waited until Roommate came home. He gave me a shoulder to whine on and patted me on my head and told me that everything will be alright. So this morning we got up and we went to brunch with Dan from Project Runway and his roommate, and Flaca came along to. I had three mimosas and a great meal. It was good company and it proved that the thing with Photographer makes for a great brunch story. In the end, that's what life is all about, isn't it?
Maybe I should have one more mimosa, just to make sure....df.

Hollertion!!

2006-01-13T17:21:00.000-05:00

So I'm getting my groove on catwalking across the agency to the accounting department to get some paperwork. And I'm being fierce, feeling the holleration and looking pretty damn good, and I'm thinking that I can teach any bitch how to walk and work it out! And as I pass everyone along the way they all have this look of "What is he doing?" And everyone is giggling, which is what they always do. I enter into the accounting dept at the height of the haternation and Mary J. Blige is giving it to me. And this is what I hear from the left of me...
"You better work, Ms. Thang.." I turn around and guess who is standing there? None other than Ms. Jay Alexander from America's Next Top Model. I jumped, and grabbed my sweater around me like an old lady that was just caught walking around her house in her chonies by a neighbor.
" I didn't know that we had a guest!" I stammered and starting to walk away, quickly.
" It's was cute though..." He said as I ran back to my desk, my face the same color as a cherry Gummi Bear.
Umhmmm, all this and I haven't even had a cocktail yet...
-df

The number 4.

2006-01-12T22:41:00.000-05:00

Growing up with a very frugal Mexican father I always dreaded/cherished the few times that I got to spend alone with him. I am the oldest son, and by right, a few quality moments were granted to me every so often. For some reason or another they always somehow taught me the value of a dollar, or rather, how to stretch it out so hard that a booger would come out of George Washington's nose. My father, "The King of Garage Sales" and me the faithful "Prince". I would be dragged all over the place to get a deal, yard sales, auctions, El Swapmeet, and even to estate sales where I wouldn't know until much later that all the buried treasure that my father would acquire to resell at El Swapmeet, came from dead people. My father who would bring his own tortas and tacos into the dollar Tuesday at the fourth run movie theatre The Vogue on 3rd Ave. Everyone else would get a bucket of popcorn and a soda, and we would have tortas de frijole con tosino and a AMPM refillable sports bottle that we would get for only fifty cents. He would take me for an all day extravaganza, sometimes they would show three movies in a row, back to back. There was only one theatre, and two sad arcade games that I would wander to if the movie was ever boring. Once my father, ever the salesman, turned a profit by selling some tacos and a torta to a family from Tijuana who smelled our food and wasn't to proud to eat it like I sometimes pretended to be. But the greatest joy for me was that time once a month when my hair would grow past my ear and my sideburns would reach out like hairy animals from the side of my head. It was my dad's curse to have sons that were destined to be giants compared to him and to have inherited the Indio from my mom's side, and grow hair from our heads like some wild beast. You see, my father went bald at an early age, I never knew my father to have a full head of hair. So to have all his sons have such good, strong hair was something that he was very proud of. My father came from the time of jitterbugs and pompadours, he would subjugate us to 1950's doo wop music that was in either in English or translated into Spanish. He taught me how to comb my hair to look like Elvis, and he secretly called me that because I would curl my lip and shake my legs like him. He taught me about pomades, and how lucky I was that I was born with a widow's peak, because women used to love that about him! So it was a major faux pas when I ran around looking like a surly savage, the minute that happened it was time to head to the barber shop! I loved to hate that place, with the smell of the hair tonics and the powders and mirrors where you could see yourself at every angle and practice your Elvis lip curl. The bad thing about that about that place was that it was in Tijuana and meant that I would leave the safety of my cherished Chula Vista, where the kids my age didn't scare the hell out of me, or try to sell me gum. Just me and my dad, he would load me up into the Chevy and we would drive over to the same barbershop that my dad had been going to for who knows how long. The same four barbers who knew my father by name would always greet us and marvel at how long my hair was and how tall I was getting. This place was filled with faded old pictures of hairstyles long forgotten. There were these headshots of men and boys with sad smiles and shiny hair that customers would point at, and the man with the shears would cut your mop into that same look, with precise practice. My dad had his favorite man to cut his hair and was surprise to know at age six that I had my favorite as well. It wasn't his guy that laughed at all my dad's jokes, and wore the tight smock that barely held in his beer gut. No, my guy had the penultimate chair, towards the right. I chose him because he had salt and pepper hair that was very trim and neat, and he had many gold rings on both hands that made him look like a wizard when he cut people's hair. He also had the most pictures around his mirror. But the main reason that I chose this guy was for the chair alone, it reflected the sun off car's windshield when they made a left turn onto the street, so the sun beams would illuminate my face and make me look like I was onstage like Elvis. It was my own ghetto spotlight, and I felt like a star. I always got the same haircut, the number four. On the chart there was this picture of this kid that I thought looked like me, so I figured that I had to have too. My secret wish was that one day they would notice that I looked better in that haircut and put my picture up, and then all the little boys would be asking for the number four, which was my lucky number. That's why I needed the extra light, even at a young age I knew that I looked better in natural lighting.
The man, who's name escapes me now, knew my head. He said that all the cowlicks on my scalp were like a map that guided him on how to cut my hair so it would lay right. I always had many questions for him and he always answered, and vice versa. He would ask me about school, my family members and how many girlfriends I had. I would try to answer as best as possible and would sometimes get a laugh from all the men in the shop when I would be answer a question as honestly as possible.
"Tienes novia?" He would ask with his gold tooth and his rings playing in my hair like a goldminer in a stream.
"No." I would answer in voice a little to high for a boy.
"Y por que no?" Why not!? I would think, I would hate this question that would always come up and I never knew how to answer him.
"Por que no me gustan." There, I said it, I didn't like girls. I came out to the world without knowing it at age seven. I told all the men in that barbershop that I didn't like girls, not because I was gay, but because girls were my friends and I liked them okay, I just didn't want a girlfriend.
"Don't worry, with the cut that I give you, all the girls are gonna fall in love with you!" Immense laughter would fill the shop and I didn't realize that he had misunderstood my Spanish and heard that "Girls don't like ME." So he would continue my number four and I would always wait to hear his compliment on how still and well I acted in the chair. I always sat straight, even with that stupid booster seat that meant I was child, I sat and held my head just so, to anticipate his every move. He would barely have to touch my head and I knew to lower my chin, or how far to tilt my head to one side. I was sure that this man would use me as an example to other little boys when pointing to my picture on the wall and tell them that I was never told to sit still or to stop crying. And the end was always the test of my powers, as he would sharpen an old straight razor with this leather belt that hung from the wall, it was a slow show of his artistry when he would drag it across back and forth. I would up the ante with my special ability that I knew that no other boy my age possessed in that country or mine. I was addicted to the television show That's Incredible!, a show about humans and there amazing feats. I had once watched an episode where this guy held the record for being able to hold still without blinking for hours! He would just stand in one place and people would think that he was a statue or something and then when they least expected it, ZAZZ! He would jump out and scare the caca out of them. So I would start my statue mutant power where I wouldn't move, I would barely breathe while he ran that razor around the nape of my neck and shaped me up. I would only stare into the mirror and concentrate on his golden fingers, playing a mental game that only he and I knew existed. It was a power struggle, I was He-Man and he was Skeletor. I would win straight out if it wasn't for that damn reflection from the sun, why didn't I ever remember about that? I would force my eyes open when that beam would come across, no sign of weakness, ever! It would quickly end, and the alcohol and the powder with the brush would come across my neck and shoulders. I would be brushed off of stray hairs with another brush, and massaged with a machine that would fit over his fingers that he would rub on my back and make my teeth chatter. I never knew how much those cuts cost, but they were priceless to me. They became less private with the birth of every brother, and they didn't have my demeanor when it came to getting my hair did. As I got older I outgrew the number four, and was surprised when my barber told me he didn't know how to cut my hair like Richard Grieco, even when I brought a picture from my own Tigerbeat. He was afraid that he wouldn't get it right, and advised me that maybe it was time for me to go to a salon. I knew that he was looking at my long bangs and ripped up jeans, and was upset when I asked for mousse instead of his favorite pomade, Three Flowers. I was 12 when I outgrew the number four, and my father started letting my cousin Maricela, who was going to beauty school in Tijuana, cut my hair. I miss those simple days, with my dad. So last night I asked my Roommate to finally cut my shaggy hair. I wanted a short boy cut, and when I explained what I wanted he gave me an updated version of the number four. He did a great job, my dad would approve. DF.

*For Lencho, hope you like it...

Tuesday Night...

2006-01-10T23:38:00.000-05:00

So Roommate and I have made up, we're best friends again. Saturday night was a fun night to go out with our heathens and just go crazy for a bit. I was a hot mess on Sunday though, I didn't leave the house, I just puttered about being lazy catching up with old friends on MySpace. I was just resting because I knew what lay ahead of me this week. Since the unforeseen departure of my best mate at work I've been kinda filling in where she left off, but without much help. See where I work, there isn't a real structured sort of way to do things, you don't have time to think. You just sort have to make up as you go along and hope that it works out or your gone. I've been doing alright, considering that this part of the job that I'm in charge of now I never had any interest in at all, so I've basically plugged my nose and jumped off the high dive with Olympic level divers and there's me with my floaties doing the dogpaddle! It also doesn't make matters better that I'm also expected to do both my job duties and do them well, especially when the other two people who work with me are on the west coast and in Brazil. So there I am, having to do all these flips and shit off this diving board, when all I'm really good at are cannon balls and belly flops. Take for instances yesterday afternoon, after having a quick meeting with my boss where I learned that I was doing a lot of things wrong, I had run what is called "Open Calls". Open Calls is when our agency let's whatever wanabe model come and ask to be represented by us. It's almost like when a big Broadway show has a huge audition and everything and anything comes and tries out. I'll have to post the email that I wrote my best friends Lencho while we're were supposed to be working, it's the funniest description that I've ever written because I was SO frustrated! I had something like 50 to 60 girls so up, and even some cute guys! But alas, we only rep women! I walked out and I felt like one of the judges on American Idol, and all I kept thinking was who am I gonna be today? Paula or Simon? I've been to ALOT of auditions in my day and I know what it's like to stand in line and have someone take one look at you and say NO right away, so I played the part of Paula this time around. I called upon my powers of working in one of the busiest cosmetics stores in the U.S. and also my great acting skills, I mixed in a couple of dashes of ersatz caring and understanding, I sipped some water, popped and Advil and worked my piece of gum like there was no tomorrow! I smiled at each and every one of those girls. I made the trolliest of the troll feel like a superstar! All these poor girls wanting to be models, not because it's their passion, but " All my friends say I should be a model..." Well, you better get new friends, cuz my friends always tell me the truth, they say "Fina, you a bitter old queen and Lord knows we love you! But we can't stand having you around our boyfriends, you're too beautiful and we're afraid that you're gonna steal our husbands, so mija, you gots to go!" And that my queridos is why I don't have any friends...but I digress. Where was I? Oh, yeah, the "models". Not one of the other people in the office offered to help with my zoo, I was all alone against a herd of America's Next Tacky Model. Needless to say, I got through all the girls, not even finding one good candidate, I mean even the best of the worst is, doesn't compare with some of the girls that we have on our boards. And the sad thing is, these girls are not ugly or hideous, most are of above average beauty, and even then it's not enough. Being above 5'9" does not make you it model, and trying to tell me that you're 5'8" when you're really 5'6" is not gonna work, if I stand up and you're still shorter than me and your wearing heels, you've got to go! The same goes to my women who are over six feet! I never played basketball and I'm not gonna start coaching the next WNBA team neither! I've had a hell of a week and it's only Tuesday! I can't wait to see what the rest of the week brings, it should be fun! I blame Tyra Banks.
Night! df..

Here we go again.....!

2006-01-08T00:40:00.000-05:00

Roommate woke me out of nap and now I'm getting ready to go out!! Scissor Sisters are playing in the background and I'm getting cute! Fun, fun! I'll let you know in the morning all my escapades!!
-DF

Hey........ Is anybody out there?...

2006-01-04T23:40:00.000-05:00

So I survived a very chill NYE, and went back to work yesterday with no problem, except that everyone in my division was absent and I was the only one there to take all the heat from the last two weeks. But all in all it was a great day. Came home and Hollywood took me out to a belated birthday dinner at a local joint by in our 'hood, and we had a few beers and headed back to her place with a sixpack and had a few more. I didn't get to bed until about 2am and I was feeling pretty good, Roommate was in Queens attached to his boyfriend, so I had sometime alone. Ran to work and had a good day, I got through most of the goals that I set for myself and I felt very accomplished, was very happy to have all of my boys back. Manny and I decided to grab a bite and we walked to the East Village and waited for Nomad to meet up with us for dinner. I had a great chat with Manny and he put me at ease with some of the issues that I was having at work. We ended up walking home after dinner and I got home in time to catch Project Runway, fun episode, and Roommate's boyfriend was here and they ended up fighting and I think that Roommate might have redirected his anger at me because his man wanted to have cigarette before bed and I agreed to go to the roof with him because he asked me. I commend the twink for standing his ground after Roommate told him that he would have to leave, so he got totally dressed and was heading out and Roommate fell for his bluff and he said that he could come back after his smoke, meanwhile I just sat here feeling very angry that I was just forced to be a part of their fucked up relationship. And to top it all off, when he goes to the roof I ask Roommate if I can go too, and he replies with " I don't want to talk to you...." WHAT!!!! FUCK YOU!!! I'm not the one that is SO fucking controlling that I get upset when I don't get my way! I didn't say anything because I knew that he was lashing out at me, but I know that he's going to try and blame on me, like his boyfriend is some child that I have to help him protect instead of his partner that is slowly wriggling free from his talons. I think that he needs to reevaluate his relationship, this shit just ruined my night!! URG! I was all set to write some inspirational shit about life and the new year and my goals...fuck that, I have half the mind to just pack my shit up and go couch surf for a few days and give him the silent treatment, if only I wasn't broke.
My life is SO hard...
night. df

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

2005-12-31T15:51:00.000-05:00

I somehow survived my birthday, I'll leave out all the details, because I'll post the pictures up later of me with all my friends and GoGo Boys and the club, and me walking home 4am..DRUNK! And by myself! I couldn't remember how I had gotten home, and was sick the next day, until I looked on my camera and found some interesting pictures of NYC, only I didn't know who took them. Apparently I decided to walk home after I told everyone that it was cool, and took pictures to document my journey home, a Xmas tree and a statue and my shoes! I was sick all day on Thursday and didn't leave the house until this afternoon when I went to go see Transamerica. This movie was amazing and Felicity Huffman was stupendous and deserves all the awards that are coming to her! I urge everyone to go catch this film.
I'm off to a New Year's Eve party at #3's and Dad's place and can't wait to have a chill and intimate night with all my friends, I'll be drinking ginger ale, of course. I've been a bad blogger and need to sit down and just write about the this past year and all of the things that I hope to accomplish in the incoming year. I'll see you guys next year, be good and play safe!!! DF!!

P.S.
One of the funniest things I've heard in a long time came from my friend Sammy after I left him a message on my birthday, he saved and wants to try and put on the airwaves, it's hysterical! It goes like this. This is on his message with a very drunk and slurring Divafina..
" Sammy!! (thumping music in the background, inaudible people yelling)It's my BIRTHDAY!!(small pause) It's Madonna!! (long pause with music pounding, 'Times goes by, so slowly....') WHOOOO!!(click)" And that was a two minute long message

Golden Birthday!

2005-12-28T14:49:00.000-05:00

Today is my Golden Birthday!! I turned 28 on the 28th of December, I am truly old now. I've had a tough holiday season folks and I couldn't write anything down because I didn't want to jinx anything and make it worse, I'll write the whole story down when I know that everything is going to be okay.
So let's make this post quick because I got to start getting ready for a night out on the town with my friends! First we're going to dinner at this great Mexican fusion place in the West Village named Agave, where we hear the margaritas are to die for! Then we are off to sleazy club where the GoGo boys wear next to nothing and we can dance our asses off!! I've invited people that are in town and even my Photographer and he said that he would make it tonight, so I can't wait to see what happens tonight. It's going to be a fabulous mess.
I'll also write my thought on being one year older and getting that much closer to 30.
I gotta go, I have to manscape!!
Love you, wish me luck..df

P.S.
Thanks to everyone who has sent me birthday greetings, it means a lot!

Merry Xmas!!

2005-12-25T00:22:00.000-05:00

I'm taking some time to relax, I've gotten two weeks off work for a break and I'm resting!!
After all the drama here in NYC with the strike and the cold weather, I've gone and caught a cold, a very nice Christmas present indeed. Been shopping like crazy trying to make this a great holiday for me and mine, and here's to you guys out there! Merry Christmas!!
All my people on the West Coast! All my people in the Midwest!! All my people here on the East Coast!
All of my peeps who are abroad and on tour and God knows where!! I love you guys and am truly blessed to have you in my life, thank you.
I'll post some fun pictures when I feel better. Having a dinner party with my clan tomorrow and then off to a movie. Feliz Navidad!! -df.

Use your powers..

2005-12-16T15:33:00.000-05:00

I haven't had a chance to write about anything in a while, so I'm going to qucikly give you a tid bit before I take off and run some errands. We had a Xmas party this past Wednesday, it was pretentious and I don't want to get into how rude the staff were at this place. It was fun, we had invited models and clients alike, and I, at the last minute, got this stroke of genius! I rattled off an email to my cute Photographer to come and he did!! I was so surprised that he showed up and I wasn't prepared to try and be cute or charming, so I just stood there and let him do most of the talking. He looked HOT! All of my friends approved and I just couldn't get into the whole flirty thing.
"Girl, bring out those old, man catching powers you've got tucked away! He's a catch, and he's all yours!" My roommate screamed into my ear.
"I don't think that I have those powers anymore, I gave them up." I yelled back while my gentleman went and got me a drink.
"Is he gay? I can't tell, did he tell you?" That was the million dollar question of the night, because I didn't know if he was gay or not. He had showed up and that threw me for a loop, but he was fucking up my gaydar.
"I think he is, but then he pulls back and acts straight." I whispered.
" Girl, I don't think he is, I see you having a man for your birthday!"
" Shut up! Don't jinx it! Here he comes act natural, and YOU find out if he's gay or not!" And with that I turned around and give him a quick thank you for my drink and started bopping to the music. I was trying to work this whole aloof thing, that I kinda remember working for me, but then I think that it was hit or miss back then so I just stood and looked cute. We got to talk and laugh and stare at each other for a while longer, he wanted a cigarette, I went and stole him one and lit one for me. He made me smile from ear to ear and #3 said that this was the one that he was talking about.
"Miss Honey, he was ordered just for you......" #3 said, and I knew he was.
Another crazy thing that he mentioned was that I was the first person he ever spoke to on the phone that when he finally met them, I looked EXACTLY like he had imagined. I didn't know how to take that, but he promised that it was all good. So did he imagine a cute latin boy with glasses, or chubby queen who spoke really fast? I don't know, but I'll settle for the first thought!
Around midnight he and his friends decided to take off and I was glad becuase I was TIRED! We had this awkward hug kiss on the cheek thing, where we smiled into each others eyes and made promises that we would hang out somewhere quiet, he also said that he would attend my birthday party. So, who knows, last night #3 and I picked out baby names, just in case....df

Back from Chi-

2005-12-11T22:55:00.000-05:00

So I'm back from Chicago, it was a good trip. The rooms were all should out when I get there, got bumped up to a HUGE suite, no bed, but great view and they gave $50 for food and beverages purchases to make up for the fact that I was now high rolling. I haven't slept and I'm exhausted! My room was on the 27th floor and had a great view of the river, it was snowing when I took this picture. It always amazes me when I feel like a hotel room is home, the smell and the front desk make me feel all warm and fuzzy. An elevator doesn't hurt either. Night...df

Brokeback Mountain..

2005-12-10T10:46:00.000-05:00

I'm at the airport right now, waiting for my flight since I got here two hours early. I'm going to Chicago for a modeling convention that I just found out I was going to a couple of days ago.
So last night we went to catch the opening night of Brokeback Mountain, there were a bunch of gays in my group and one REAL lady. I've been waiting for this movie for over a year now and I can't begin to tell you how moved I was by the short story, hence the reason why we bought our tickets a week in advance. I had never seen so many different types of gay men at a mainstream movie theatre before, or sure, there are tons when you go the "gay" indie flick that flashes a male frontal, but a theatre where next door they're playing Harry Potter? We got there an hour early and were first in line, I had butterflies in my stomach, and couldn't be happier to share this movie with my clan, minus a few brown children. Okay, I don't want to ruin the movie or give it fagged out review of it, I just want to try and touch upon the impact it had on me, even at 8am, Roommate and I woke up talking about it.
This was one of the quietest films that I've ever been at, more so than The Ring, cuz everyone there was too afraid to do much else than breathe.
Ang Lee, the director, mutes us with the beauty of the Wyoming landscape and makes us appreciate God and all his wonders. He makes you feel and understand how small man is when it comes to nature. Jake Gylenhaal and Heath Ledger play the main characters, Ennis Del Mar and Jack Twist, respectively. Jake plays Jack with big eyes and desperate quality, like he's always searching and scavanging for human contact or emotion, he did a fine job. It was his best acting performance to date. Heath Ledger blew me away in this part, I can't even being to describe how amazing he was, I didn't see Heath Leadger up there, I saw Ennis and for that I was in awe of his acting skills. He doesn't have many lines, but when he does speak it's for a reason and you better listen. Ang took us through a rollercoaster of emotions and somehow made a 50 page short story into a 2 hour masterpiece. I can't figure out how I want to finish this review, but I do have to board a plane, I will leave you with this. It was a love story, and it makes you think about your past, present and future. Even though their love was painful, it was also a very powerful thing that I hope to one day have, except with all the pain and loss.
I'm off to Chicago peeps...
Brokeback music
df

No clue!

2005-12-09T01:47:00.000-05:00

Somewhere my little brother who I haven't spoken to in four years is turning 25. I hope that he's doing better and taking some responsibility for his life and his choices. He doesn't know it, but I pray for him every night. Happy Bday bro. Wherever you are! DF.

Auf Wiederschen......BITCH!

2005-12-08T22:10:00.000-05:00

Last night I went to the premiere (say that with a fake British accent, ala Harry Potter, Premiere) of one of my favorite reality shows, Project Runway. This is one of the perks, I guess, of working in fashion. I was SO excited for this party, not only was the show finally starting, but one of my Roommates close friends is one of the designers chosen to be on the show, Dan Vosovic. He's super cool and adorable, so now we know where the hell he ended up over the summer when no one could get in touch with him! Also, one of the models that we represent Danyelle is strutting her shit on the catwalk, so I HAD to be there! I had invited my Roommate to come along and was on the guest list, so I was feeling very VIP. That was until I got there and they told me that I wasn't on the list.
" I'm sorry I don't see you're name on the list, can you step aside please." The bitchy intern with a fucking clipboard told me and my roommate.
"Oh, okay. I'm supposed to be on the list." I quietly said, with enough hate in my eyes to melt the snow around her. I was not going to give up, but I had to not make a scene. My roommate thought that I was giving up, but I was thinking, so I called Kuddles and she let me have it!
"Gurl! Why you standing there in cold when you should be inside having a cocktail with some HOT man! You tell that bitches' supervisor what agency you're with and who you work for and march right in! Do I have come down there?!" I guess I shouldn't have interrupted his date, but he gave me the much needed boost to get my fires blazing.
"Excuse me, I work for _____ and my boss RSVP's for us to be here, I have an invitation and I was just turned away at the door." I very efficiently told the hooker with the headgear walkie-talkie.
"We sent out a lot of those invitations, they mean NOTHING unless you RSVP." She looked right at me with her empty, just try it queen and I'll let you have it stare. So I gathered my full height and I told her what I should have said from the beginning.
" I'm from___, and I've got some models in there." And I pointed into the tacky club where the tacky party was being held.
" Where are you models?" She asked, looking behind me.
" There ON the show! I'm here for THEM!" I said with my inner diva voice that was amplified by my magical fur hat that made me look like a Russian Mafia boss's wife!
"Oh, okay then..." And then the rope was unhooked and I was let in front of everyone standing in the cold.
So I made it in, they had and open bar and some food. But I was not impressed, I thought that it would be different. It was crowded and loud, people were smoking and you couldn't hear anything. The cool thing was we got to see most of the show without commercials, so we decided to bounce and catch the second half of the show at home where we could hear everything.
I'm was happy that I got to meet some of the contestants and get free stuff. And Heidi Klum is not playing this year, she sent home THREE people in the first show.
On another note, I'm happy that PR is back on because two of my favorite shows just ended, America's Next Top Model AND Making the Band. This is gonna be a long December indeed!
Goodnight..df
p.s.
miss you Jaq!

My fiancee..

2005-12-04T16:57:00.000-05:00

This is my homegirl Jaque from work. She's a scout and fierce, we share a desk together and I love her. She was having a I hate boys day, so I took her ring and put it on her left hand and proposed a sexless, kissless, marriage. We are both going to have other boyfriends, but be married together, besides, our initials are the same. Here she is kids, are you ready? df

Go-Go Man...

2005-12-04T14:26:00.000-05:00

Liquor before beer your in the clear. Beer before liquor, never been sicker! Or is it wine before beer you feel queer? Or beer before wine, feel fine? Or is it righty tighty, lefty loosey? I can never remember the saying, all I know is that last night turned out to be one of my famous drank waaaay to much nights that I can honestly say it didn't have me making an ass out of myself like I normally do! This time it was Dad's turn, someone should have warned the non-drinker to not try and match me drink to drink, you'll lose almost every time. #3 is in California, so Dad and I were going to go out for a minute and have a drink and catch up. Before he even got to my place I had finished a bottle of cheap white wine, so I was good and toasty when we set off for the Boy's Room, an east village gay bar that I love! I like to get there early so I can miss the long coat check line, but mainly it's for the open bar that they have before midnight. We started drinking and having a good ol' time, saw my favorite Go-Go boy and the rest of the heathens that run the Saturday night party. Tam showed up around midnight and I had his favorite drink waiting for him so he could start right away. It started to pick up around 1am and by that point the three of us were drunk, and waiting for the Go-Go Boy contest they have on Saturday to begin. Every Saturday guys can sign up and compete for $300 in the contest, they have get on stage and take of their clothes and make the crowd happy. The audience chooses who goes onto second part of the contest where it can get pretty raunchy and debaucherous. So usually it's hot, cute, young guys that need the money for rent do the contest, so it came as a shock to Tam and I when Dad was called up onto stage(using an alias of course) to strip down and shake his groove thing! I was mortified! All I could do was watch as he was up there dancing and showing what his momma gave him, LORD! #3 is gonna KILL me is what kept running through my head. We ended up cheering along with everyone and making sure that his pants and shirt were safe. Dad did great, I mean, he was drunk and had liquid courage and is a MAN, not a boy anymore. He was a G0-Go Man and didn't need the money, so I have no idea what made him want to get on stage. There were only three contestants and he made into the second round onto the bar, he made some tips and then I can't remember who won. It's kind of blur, after that was over we hung around and drank some more and kept loosing each other. I had to fight to keep this busted guy from taking advantage of my best friend's husband, cuz I'm a Latina and that's what we do. We were all a hot mess, finally got things settled with taking him home and as we were leaving I saw the winner of Project Runway, Jay, and I walked up and told him how much I loved him, and then Dad throw up at his feet and we had to leave. We couldn't find a cab to take us uptown, so we walked home, in the snow mind you. New York decided that the first snow was to fall last night, and it did, a lot! We stumbled home with Dad, practically carrying him and trying to reassure #3 that his soulmate was safe. Dragged him up six flights of stairs and then put him to bed. We woke up Roommate and his boyfriend, staggered out and went to eat with Tam at diner 24. I always have to eat before I go to bed when I'm that drunk and eat we did. Came home and got some big bottles of water and Gatorade for us and crawled into bed with Dad. He woke up at 10am like nothing happened and didn't have a hangover and went home. Meanwhile, I'm laid up in bed, nursing my hangover and watching the LOGO channel. I gotta say, my Saturday nights are getting crazier every week, I don't think that I handle much more of this, #3 better hurry up and get here! I can't wait for Tam to call me so I can get his take on last night. I feel old....I am old... df!

I do believe in MySpace, I do..I do!!

2005-12-03T00:28:00.000-05:00

I've went and done it!! I've joined the dark side. I've joined MySpace, and I'm hooked. I've fought it forever and now I can't turn off the computer and go to bed. Myspace at this link, you can look at my profile. In the one hour that I had joined I was able to connect with four people that I haven't spoken with in years!! It's awesome, I love it!! If you can't get a hold of me you know here I'm at..love you...df

He was ordered just for me..

2005-11-29T22:44:00.000-05:00

Have you ever met someone and they made you take a quick inhale? There is this photographer that I've been working with and up until last night I hadn't had the pleasure in meeting him. His phone voice to me sounded like he was older, so when he walked in last night to touchbase and give me some pictures that he had been trying to drop off for over a week, I took a gay inhale. He was perfect, like someone had ordered him just for me. He was a little bit shorter than me, had beautiful skin and teeth and the greenest eyes that I've ever seen. His hair was buzzed short with a contagious smile,and was around my age. I was so happy that he had stopped by at the end of the day, there was no one there and I was free to flirt and be charming. He stayed for a minute and when he left I was surprised that I had maintained my composure. I swear that I fell in love right then and there, he was smart, creative and cute. I saw us walking around Rockfeller Center during the holidays and the thought made me smile. I haven't been this enamored with a person in ages. I gushed with my coworkers and as I was walking to the train I saw him outside and I waved and kept on walking, afraid of making a fool of my self and bothering him since he was on his phone. When I got home and told this story to my roommate he told me I should have asked him out for a cup of coffee and kept the conversation going, but since I've been out of the dating loop for a while he said that I would need to practice. So to my surprise there was this sweet email this morning from him telling me that he was happy to finally meet me face to face and he was looking forward to working with me in the near future. I'm taking that email as a good omen, I even wrote him back a quick email being flirty but not too flirty telling him that I was glad that we had met as well. I want this one! Someone out there better cast a love spell for me, it's been too long since I've had boyfriend. We'll see....night. DF

This past week...

2005-11-25T14:26:00.000-05:00

DUDE!! I've been either too lazy or tired to write what the hell has been going on in my life. Every time that I get on the computer and begin to blog I suddenly get writers block and can't. So here it is Black Friday and I have the day off so I'm going to do my famous bullet points to catch everyone and myself up.

Harry Potter: "Potter Stinks!" I got a chance to watch this movie last Friday with a bunch of my gay friends and I gotta say I was a bit disappointed with the movie. I'm a HUGE Potter fan, thanks to Chris, and I even spent the prior week re-reading all the books so I could have all the Potter trivia in my head. I even went on The Sorting Hat and found out that if I had been gone to Hogwarts I would have been placed in the Griffindor house. So I went knowing that there were going to be changes for the movie, but there were SO many changes that I can't even mention. Visually it was great and the acting has gotten better from the kids, as well some of the boys turning into young men and getting HOT! All I've got say is Harry in the tub!! Boy, you better call me in three years!! So now I can't wait for last novel and the fifth movie.
Old Friends: I had an old friend that flew in from Michigan to have Thanksgiving with me, she flew on Wednesday which I had off and I spent the day with her walking around and being a tourist.
RENT: The movie, I saw it on Wednesday night with 8 other gay boys who have been waiting for a long time to see this movie. I love this show, I've seen it 23 times! I was in High School when this show opened and my friend Angel and I couldn't get enough of this show, we learned all the words and bought all the magazines that had anything to do with RENT. And when the show opened at the La Jolla Playhouse in '97, Angel and I were there first! We would spend the night outside and buy the $20 tickets for the front benches which is the only way to see the show! He and I saw it 17 times that year, the cast got to know us and so did the house managers. I've also auditioned for the show a few times and received some call backs and all that good stuff so this show is very close to my heart. So I was AGAIN disappointed when the show opened with the songs in the wrong order and then some of the lines that were sung in the show became dialogue. It was filmed in San Francisco and most of the time you could tell that it was, but it was cool to see the neighborhood that I run around in on screen. I'll spare you the full on review and just say that I was happy the movie was finally made, I just wish that it would have stuck closer to the show. I missed some of the songs, but I enjoyed some of the choices that were made.
Giving Thanks!: I had Thanksgiving dinner with my friend from out of town and her friend and it was very nice. A gourmet dinner, it cost a pretty penny but someone else picked up the tab so I was more thankful for that! I came home and then rushed over to hang out with Hollywood at her place since Roommate was upstate yet again for another major holiday. At Hollywood's place they had made a traditional dinner and I got here in time for dessert. Hung out and got really drunk and came home and passed out. Last night was so much better than last year when I bought a pie and watched the parade on television by myself, I cried a little. So this year I give thanks to my new and old friendships as well as my new job and feeling groovy.

It's cold right now and I'm just chilling with my Roommate watching videos. I'm meeting up with Nanalene in a few to have a bite and say goodbye since she leaves back to Michigan in the morning. Not much more to write about...DF.

The Madonna....

2005-11-15T22:04:00.000-05:00

Living in New York is like having Madonna as a Fairy Godmother that every once and a while shows up and bestows all the faggots across the land with lavish gifts and fierce beats. Today is the official release of her new album Confessions on a Dance Floor. I've been lucky enough to have had the pleasure of listening to the entire album on a loop for two weeks thanks to the Gay Mafia at work. They somehow nabbed an advanced copy and have subjected us to "The Madonna" as one my of coworker calls her, over and over again. I was also surprised when said Mafioso gave me a copy of the bootleg on the condition that I go out and get a "real" copy later on.
"Jose, do like The Madonna?", Mafioso asked me with his real British accent that sounds almost fake but is real as I was cropping pictures for some model, while her newest single "Hung Up" played for the tenth time that day.
"You mean this? Her?" I pointed up, confused and wary because he never talks directly to me. And when he does have something to say he very cunty about it so I proceeded with caution.
"YES, you silly boy. You like it? I think it's fierce and I can't wait to get the real copy. What do you think of it, this new album?"
"I like it, the beats are simple yet intricate and the songs tend to have lyrics from old songs that she has had in the past. I think I like also because it's...what's the word? Familiar, yeah. That's it." I held my breath and waited for his verbal aria against what I had just said.
He then looked at me like he finally realized that I was person with an opinion and not some kid that he yells at to do favors for him.
"Hmmm, do want me to have the art department burn you a copy? I can do that you know, I'll have them burn you a copy..... on one condition."
"What's that?" I asked sheepishly afraid that I was going to have to do something embarrassing in front of the whole staff.
"I'll give you a copy for your listening pleasure, but you have to promise to go out and buy a real copy so you can have the liner notes for your homosexual collection." All this was said with his fey British accent that reminds me My Fair Lady, only gayer.
"I promise!" I breathlessly whispered with an my own gay version of his accent that surprised me.
He went off in a rampage to get the art department to make me a copy and then later gave me the CD in front of the Gay Mafia as they all approved and made me promise once again that I would indeed go out and get a copy. I've since been loving this album, it hasn't stopped playing on my Ipod. Madonna made this CD so that all the songs flow into one another like one continuous song that never stalls or breaks. I especially love the video for her first single and one track called "I love New York" which she sings about her city that she left behind before she gave up her Queendom to become Euro-trash.
Even though this is the kind of CD that my friends and I would have played while we were coming down off of ecstasy, it's still great music to play on the subway while inside your head your life is a video on Mtv.
"Time goes by, so slowly....Time goes by, so slowly...... I do love the Madonna!"
DF.

And how are you this evening Mrs. Darcy?

2005-11-13T21:26:00.000-05:00

I've had a full weekend! I met up with Tam, #3 and Dad for dinner and drinks on Friday after work. We decided to try out a new place so we went to Tortilla Flats in the West Village. The food was good and the company was great, it's was a little loud and it was full of breeders! We were the only gay people there and it was totally apparent, we were more than happy to pay the bill. After that I rushed home to clean up a little bit before Roommate came home on Saturday.
It was nice to see him again, it was also nice because he is totally relaxed after being in the mother land and going home. I got up and ran to work at my old job where I agreed to work for half a day once a month to keep my discount. I was on fire, being there and knowing that I would get to leave in a few hours made the day pass by so quickly and I spent the entire time with smile on my face. I forgotten how much fun it was to play with all the products that the store carries.
After working I met up with #3 and Dad to go catch a movie with Dad's other friend Pelon, who is a riot and fun to be with. We watched Pride and Prejudice, a movie adapted from Jane Austen's novel of the same name. People let me tell you that this movie requires you to have a box of tissues with you because it is a love story and totally sappy! There were so many little lines that I fell in love with and wish and hope that one day a man will tell me the same things. One of the line was at the end of the film and it was said by Mr.Darcy to Elizabeth whom had just agreed to his proposal, " And how are you this evening Mrs. Darcy?". He said this only after she asked him what he was going to call her when was completely in love and devoted to her, and he said Mrs. Darcy. Pass me those tissues please! #3 and I were a complete mess and walked out with puffy eyes. Afterwards we walked all over creation to have great Chinese food, I was in bed before midnight and was asleep until Roommates befriend stumbled in at 2am drunk of his skinny ass waking me up, he's lucky I don't sleep with a knife under my bed like my Grandma does or he would've been sliced!
Slept in today and ran over to have a good brunch with #3 and Dad, walked around a bit and went and caught another film with Tam. This time it was another book that was adapted to a film, Jarhead. I don't know about Tam, but this film was pretty intense. I honestly went to go see it because my husband Jake Gyllenhaal is in it, not to mention a bunch of other HOT men that walk around naked almost the whole movie. But I also got a some insight on the first war in Iraq, I didn't remember all that they covered because I was a kid when that shit went down. I was in 7th grade and all I can remember is the television coverage. Jake was great in the movie, was nice to see him show some emotion, as well as Jamie Foxx. I don't know what else to write, was home by 7 and just decompressed and watched some television. All in all, it was a chill weekend. Roommate is in Queens and I got the place to myself, can't wait for Grey's Anatomy to come on in a few. Goodnite...df

Making the Band

2005-11-10T23:05:00.000-05:00

My Roommate and I love this show! It's on MTV on Thursday nights at 10pm. I love eating junk food and watching Diddy let these poor girls have it!! The last couple of episodes it's been all about dancing and him sending the worst dancers home. Well today when Dominique felt like she was going to be sent home, Diddy had them sing solo. Well HUNY! Miss Dominique opened up her mouf and sang "How did you get Here" made famous by Debra Cox, and she bared her soul! She sang like her children needed an operation and she had to make the money on the corner! I just sat here and I started to cry, I felt like she took me to church! I felt the spirit, and so did Puffy. He made her stand by herself and she basically received immunity from being sent home. I can't wait for the real band to be selected.
My dad wants me to look into flights to Mexico for Xmas, I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm off to bed, I can't wait for my Roommate to come home, this place is a mess! By his standards at least.
Night..df

Barely there

2005-11-07T21:34:00.000-05:00

Woke up this morning feeling really good, skipped to work and just handled everything as best as possible. Today went by SO slow, I wanted to leave in the middle of the day because there really wasn't much to do. I kept myself busy with little projects but I would finish those and then have nothing to do, I can't wait til Manny gets back tomorrow morning. Came home and put my pajamas on and made pasta and watched television. Bored, so I guess I'll give you guys another heart wrenching poem that I thought was SO deep back then, but now it's just pathetic. So here we go!

Drink You Away written March 7, 2003

i want to drink you
away.
poison the memories
and pain.
wash away your smiles
and caring words.
drown your beautiful
eyes in a pool of
indifference and liquor.
tequila seizures
vacillate me from sobs to
laughter.
as my Mexican roots take
hold...and shake me
with their hairy fingers.
growing ever stronger
grasping at the weeds
of your love and
constricting my heart
from feeling...I am numb.
waning eyelids blur you
from my vision.
slurred words hide my
hurt.
an empty glass is
my enemy..
a drop of water is
not to be had..
in the end i
stagger to sleep..
on a bed..on the floor..
a park bench
makes no difference.
my comfort for slumber
is smoky clothes
and hair..stale breath..
acidic belch.
the only sure thing
i can count on
is the head and
stomach ache when
i wake..
i want to drink you away.

DUDE!!! What the fuck!! I can't believe I wrote that shit! That one goes out to all my people who have ever just wanted people to leave them the fuck alone while the tied one on and cried in their beers and played that same song over and over. I, for one, would grab my bottle of Tequila and wrap myself in my Mexican flag, put on some Selena or Vincente Fernandez and just cry it out. I would light my Virgin Mary candle, and my roommate would just leave me alone. He knew that I was going to be Mexican and do some soul searching. You can blame me Dad for this trait, I learned it from him. And it always works.
Love ya'll.... goodnight...df.

Gay Sex in the 70's

2005-11-06T23:11:00.000-05:00

After spending all day cleaning I got ready and met up with the gang at Spice on 5th Ave below 14th. We caught a showing of a documentary on gay life back in the day called Gay Sex in the 70s
It was an interesting film that took you through the history of the whole gay New York saga and it really was an eye opener for us, especially Dad, who is a fagling, having only been out for a little under a two years. I sure am glad that all the old queens that I worked with at International Male and in theatre shows brought me up right on everything queer, they gave books, movies and I had to practically give them book reports and term papers. They made sure that I knew where my people came from, it makes you that much stronger and aware.
So we had dessert and I came home and drank a few beers, watched that last three minutes of "....Housewives", I don't know what it was about, but Ms. Terri Hatcher was giving you a performance! She was trying to keep her man from leaving her and she was in a wedding dress, she ran into the street and practically jumped on top of the jeep just to keep her man to stay!! GURL!! FIGHT!! Hold on to your MAN! I thought that she was Latina running after her cholo. I could have sworn I heard her yelling "PUPPET! Don't go eh!, Pendejo, stay with me! PUPPPPPET!!!" I swear to God I was crying and couldn't hold back the tears, I have been there and I poured some of my Corona out for her, into my mouth.
I've got a cute buzz going on and I'm just trying to write a little something since I've been a loser and can't keep up. I got some calls today from people back on tour, with the show that I left. They are getting ready to go to Holland in December and it has some people that I would have loved to had worked with again, but I can't have everything can I?
I was going to post a another tacky poem but I can't right now, I'm trying to finish the fourth Harry Potter book before the movie opens, so I must bid ya'll goodnight. DF

Easy like Sunday Morning..

2005-11-06T14:30:00.000-05:00

I'm currently writing this with tears in my eyes as I wait for the bleach and cleaning fumes to get the hell out of my apartment. I just finished cleaning my bathroom and am taking a break before getting ready to head on out to see my friends. I've had a boring week since I last wrote, except to say that Roommate is in Mexico and I'm all alone in this place, it's weird cuz I haven't been this alone for quite sometime.
Some people came over on Friday and brought beer and snacks and HG stayed over and we read our poetry and journals to each other well into the morning. I pulled out some dusty journals from the road and some bad poems about a certain someone who ripped my heart out and it just got me thinking to put some of them up here, so without further ado, some bad poetry about love lost and never regained....

Wonder written on March 7, 2003

It makes me wonder,
if I am ever to find
companionship......
again I feel lost and
abandoned
You were holding my
hand
one of the few whom
I let get close
I stopped to smell
your essence
Instead I got drunk
on your soul
When I opened my eyes,
your hand was gone
As well as my heart
You walked away
Your gait always faster,
longer than mine
Hoping that you would
come back to me
Like you did so many
times before
You never looked
back...
Afraid? No one
knows
A pillar of salt?
Maybe, perhaps not
Afraid of what would
be there....
Just me...a sea of
salty tears.....
An empty hand and
faded memories of stolen
moments that you took with
you forever
It makes me wonder..

When I write stuff down I never go and edit or rewrite it, I'm big believer in stream of consciousness. Reading all these sad things helps me keep my life in perspective, it helps me not want to ever feel like did back in those days. I was a very sad and self-destructive person. Those of you guys who were with me during those times remember the ugliness that was this person and me. The great thing is that we've become better friends since then and talk constantly. I'm loving having a chill day, love you guys...df

So a nun, a drag queen and The Bearded Lady walk into a bar....

2005-11-01T20:43:00.000-05:00

So last night reminded me of this joke.
"A nun, a drag queen and The Bearded Lady walk into a bar!"
Well, that was spot on description of me and my friends last night, running from party to party. It took us three hours to get Miss Kuddles Karano ready for the ball, but we got it going. All in all it was a great night, I was SO tired and a little under the weather but we made it happen. My outfit was a last minute thrown together creation and I had some funny reactions. I had some people want to take me home and more often than not some really cracked out people wanted to confess their sins to me, it was a strange night all around. We went on the subway at one point when the traffic was too much, also trying to fix #3 corset on the subway with people watching on the train. We went to three parties and were on the VIP list for all of them, which was great when you got boys with heels and wigs, luckily the Great Pumpkin blessed us with some warm weather. The night ended with me leaving Kuddles with her friends as I walked down Ave. C and passed person after person that just waved at Blanca the Nun.
Friends I'm sick in bed right now, I left work early, I think that the Syrup smell from earlier in the week got me sick. I want to send a shout out to Katie from work who reads this blog while she is bored. Love you honey!! I'm off to bed, you gotta love Nyquil. Df.

HAPPY HALLUJUWEEN MUTHUFUCKA!!!

2005-10-31T18:00:00.000-05:00

Tonight is Halloween, it's a Holigay. Other than Gay Pride, this is my
people's other holiday. I had a jam packed weekend that I don't have time to
get into here, but I will tell you the funniest thing that happened to me. I
was filling in for someone on this modeling and acting panel, you know where
smaller agencies send their talent to possibly be picked up by a larger
agency. It was on Saturday and it was only for a couple of hours and it paid
me $150, I was all over it since it was quick money. I felt like an
imposter, not to long ago I was at the same kind of auditions trying to make
it. I was at the very end of the panel and I was sort of upset that I had
spent a lot of time picking out the right outfit that said "I can make all
your dreams come true!" but I also wanted it to say "You should have worked
harder!". I wore all black and a big black scarf and my glasses and my hair
was tussled in that I'm artistic and gay but I didn't spend to much time on
my hair, but I really did. Everyone else walked in looking like they were
asking for change on the subway and I could feel their bitchiness, I kept
quiet the whole time. These were some bad auditioners, bad monologues and
very green. I felt sad for them so I started to leave almost everyone
detailed notes on there pacing and beats, line readings and energy. I kept
thinking that I would have liked to have had this feedback when I was
struggling so I was scribbling away when I noticed a name on my sheet that
brought some bad feelings for it, but I couldn't remember why, then HE
walked in. There was a friend of my Roommates who's own roommate a
struggling performer whom I met over last summer. I thought he was a cute
Jake Gylennhaal doppelganger, only his was blonde and over six feet. But he
had those same blue sleepy eyes and crooked smile that I instantly wanted,
so whatever Lolo wants, Lolo gets. We had met at this gay bar and he, of
course, had no money and for some reason at the time I did, so I got him
drunk. We made out the whole night and when it was over we promised to call
and see each other again. Well the next day he called ME! We replayed the
previous night together and made plans to see a movie and grab a bite, well
I got dressed in my cutest outfit and waited, and waited, and waited. He
never called or returned my messages or phone calls, I think me redialing
over and over again might have scared him, you think? I was pissed because I
had spent a lot of money on his ass and didn't get any of it, so I let it
go. I saw him again a couple of months later and he tried to say that he was
sorry about that night and if he could call me again, I said okay knowing
that he wouldn't and he didn't, end of story..right? So I'm writing down
some notes and looking down at my paper and I hear this voice that I
instantly connect with the name that I was angry at, enter this dopey
looking kid that looked like the hot guy that I had met in my haze at the
bar, but it wasn't, it couldn't, could it? SHIT! Here he was in broad
daylight, not bar light, and he was less than breathtaking, a lot less, more
like a burp, or a hiccup. This was the guy that threw me for tailspin for a
couple of weeks? He walks in and introduces himself and recognizes me and
stops short, I wave and smile and thank the Gods for karma. I settle in for
what I know will be a shitty monologue and I am rewarded with a long drawn
piece of shit that I couldn't help but smile when he was done. I think he
thought that I was impressed, I was,but not with him. I was impressed with
the cosmos, and what sense of humor it has. This kind of shit only happens
in the movies, most of my friends stated, the movies and me.
I LOVE NY!! I'm off tonight to a bunch of parties, I can't wait, it's gonna
be FUN!! I'll have picks by manana. Love you guys..DF.

The Windy City..

2005-10-26T00:02:00.000-04:00

If this blog had been a plant or a pet it would have died along time ago, so if you would please my patient and loyal readers, do this blog a favor and clap! Clap and bring it back to life, for you see, this blog is written by a fairy, therefore it is a fairy. Repeat after me, "I do believe in Fairies, I do! I do!" Aaaah, there, all better. And on with the show.
I was in Chicago over the weekend to see one of my best friends in the whole world get married. Hee Hee was the first person that I met when I moved to Chicago back in '01. I was working at tacky beauty store and I was made to sell useless paraffin wax dippers for people to use in their homes. I was stationed by the hair salon with a table and the unit, and I was supposed to make these people think that I was expert at what I was selling. This was the only job that I could at that time so I pretended that I was playing a role in a play and this was acting. So I read the directions in 10 minutes and off I went, at first reading the directions verbatim and dipping peoples hands into the hot and aromatic rose, lavender or raspberry scented paraffin. It was very therapeutic and I noticed that people loved that I was also massaging their hands. Also at that time I was a hot little number, I was thin and looked like a million bucks. A tall Latin boy from California in the middle of a Chicago winter was like seeing a Monarch butterfly in the snow. I was well groomed and did not belong in January in the Midwest, so I used displacement to my advantage. I was great at improve and started making up shit that sounded good!
" With the magic of the non-stick heat ring you not only melt the wax but you also release the aroma therapy benefits of the fragrant oils that are trapped inside, do you smell that?"
I would then grab her hand and gently bring her towards the melted candle and brush my hand towards her nose, fanning the ersatz aroma therapy towards her nose.
"I think, I think I do feel calmer?!" The middle-aged mother with the white sweatshirt and the puff-painted red nosed reindeer would look at me. I in turn would flash her my west coast smile that was movie star all the way, one of the many smiles that I posses in my arsenal of looks and glances. She was caught off guard by my dimples and the way I playfully rubbed her other arm and told her, " In Hollywood all the celebrities keep their hands soft and beautiful using a unit just like this one, it would also help you too. It would help take off dead skin cells and make your hands look younger, also making your hands appear as if you've never done a honest day of work in your whole life! You can kiss dish pan hands goodbye!" I would then throw my head back and laugh a little wicked laugh, like I was letting her in a movie star secret, ringing up the box I would walk her over and tell her that if she had any problems with it she could always bring it back, no questions asked. I sold over 15 in a matter of a days. I later found out that they had ordered a lot of these machines but couldn't sell them, so they had sat in the stockroom for more than a month until I came along, it was sort of my test. To see what this pretty boy was made of, I proved my self to all of them. Enter my friend Hee Hee, I noticed this cute lady walk in and stand at the edge of the crowd that would gather as I would melt unscented wax and then use our own essential oils that the store carried to mix and customize my own aroma therapy. This was actually out of necessity than imagination, we had run out of the scented wax and they wouldn't let me open any more of it for the demos, so I started using the other oils that also weren't selling and also started upselling. She walked up and wanted her hand massaged, I wasn't going to give her the sermon because I had learned that some people just wanted me to touch them and not want to buy this contraption. I started by lightly massaging her hand in silence and then went to dip her hand in the melted wax.
" You're not gonna give me your speech?" She asked a little bit disappointed.
" I thought that you've already heard it a couple of times, so I thought that you just wanted your hand touched." I was a little wary of her by now.
" No, I like when you smile, where are you from anyway? You have an accent."
"An accent?" I cocked my head to one side and continued prepping her for the dip. She touched upon a very sensitive thing that not many people know about, my voice. I've always been very aware that I had a higher voice than most men, always teased growing up about how fast I talk. You see my first language was Spanish and in my culture we speak very fast, but I had to go to speech therapy for years and I worked very hard to get rid of my stutter and accent that most kids from the area that I grew up in had. To me it showed no education and lack of sophistication to point to a chair and sound like you were saying "Pleeze, seet in dee share" I hated that I had to tell the teacher the difference between that chair and share. I sit in the chair and I share the chair. Very hard to manage when you are in the second grade and scared of adults.
"You don't sound like you're from around here." She had noticed that I was thrown off by her question.
"Like where? Like what country?" All I was thinking was that here I am in Chicago and I'm rubbing on some bigot that was probably about to tell me to go back where I came from. I had to quickly think about what how would I handle the situation, would I be composed and educate her? Or would I yell and talk shit, or my personal favorite, throw the wax on her head and walk out into the snow and cause a huge scene and telling the store to shove this job up their asses.
" No silly, what state." Her turn to laugh, " You don't have a Midwestern accent."
"OH! I'm from California, from San Diego born and raised." I blushed a little.
" What are you doing here?" I went on to tell her that I ran away from home to try and make in Chicago and that I eventually want to move to New York, but thought that this was far enough away from home but close enough to New York to make on my own. I found that we instantly bonded and I could tell her anything. She stood at my stand for another 40 minutes and I ignored all the rest of customers so we could get to know each other.
" You're gay right?" Great, here it comes! We were just hitting it off and now I've to try and come up with another scenario to make a statement, if she is a homophobe how can I let her know not to fuck with a queen from the westside? By being honest.
" Yes I am." And I smiled at her the most sincere smile that I could muster without looking like I was in a showchoir or pissed of at her.
"GOOD! Are you dating anyone? If not there is someone that you have to meet."
And that's how Hee Hee and I became best friends in Chicago, the guy that she had in mind ended up being the first guy that I dated there as well. That's another story for another time. Her wedding to her guy was beautiful, it was an Asian theme and I wore a Kimono that I bought in Japan. I stood on her side and was her man of honor. She was radiant that day, even though outside the wind and water off the lake battered the window, she with her happiness made everything and everyone feel safe around her. She is like an older sister to me and I was so happy to have shared that with her and her now husband. I will write more later, as it is almost 1:30 in the morning and I haven't really slept. I don't know where I was going with this story, but I'm glad where it went. It was awesome to go back to Chicago where it all started and see how far I've come from being a scared little Mexican in the cold and not knowing where my next meal was coming from. I've got a ton of stories to tell ya'll, night..df

All wet...

2005-10-12T22:56:00.000-04:00

It's been raining since the weekend and it's now reaching 50 degrees!! Where did summer go? Just last week it was over 80 with 1,000 percent humidity. Well now we got wind, cold and rain. I'm miserable. But I'm doing good, had a good weekend. I can't write my escapdes in the blog because I'm a lady and my family taught me never to dish your secrets to mixed company, so all you slutty ones out there call me I'll give you the scoop!! I've been working long hours so I haven't had time for myself, I haven't gone to the gym in a loooong while and I feel it. I promise, that I'll go this weekend when I get some time off. I promised myself that I'm gonna cut back on all the drinking and going out. I am gonna be constructive and get some culture. I went the MOMA last Sunday with #3 and his family and had a great time. Not much else that's exciting going on here, just trying not to the let the weather get me down. I'll try and write something witty at work..love you guys..df

On the Defense

2005-10-07T16:06:00.000-04:00

I'm getting tired of people commenting on this site and not leaving their info so I contact them back and give some information on some of the questions that they ask me. So let me clear some things up for some of you out there....

I am 27, not 32. That post where I talked about 32 being the new 23 is about my friend Roy and his birthday.

This new job with the agency is not my first real job. I don't know whoever left this comment, but it would be nice if whomever would read it all the way through and figure what I wrote was that I haven't had a real demanding job in a while. I guess the person just thinks that I don't work or something, because I've been working since I was 14. To clarify one last time, where I work now is hard, it really is and I'm not complaining. Everyone who work gets tired and has to deal with a lot of shit from time to time. Especially when you are just starting out in a brand new career, again, and have to learn everything about your position by being thrown in. I'm sure those of us that learned how to swim took time to learn how to do that, right? I wasn't jumping off the high dive and doing back flips the moment that I learned how to dog paddle. But here it's sink or swim HONEY! I'm learning, everyday I learn something new, and everyday I get that much more comfortable with this place and everyone that I work with. I may be doing the breast stroke right now, but give me some time. I will be doing some Olympic level shit off my high dive.

Exhale...........That was said with one long breath, and my neck was rolling like Tiquandra Brown. I feel better now, it's going to rain in a bit and it's still humid and hot here and it's October. I gotta run, love you guys. I gotta get back to work...df

No worries...

2005-10-06T18:28:00.000-04:00

I'm not dead and I haven't given up, I just don't have time to do anything at this moment. I forgot how hard it was to hold down a regular, demanding job. I'm really earning my pay this time around. I'm at work right now with my immediate supervisor and I'm loving learning from him, I'm about to go shopping for one of the models right now. Miss Thing needs clothes, and I don't need to go the gym. I haven't been in over a week now and I'm feeling it, I lost my lock and can't be bothered to buy a new one, I think that I'm getting depressed. And right now there is some sort of terrorists scare in the subways system. I'm either going to walk home or lay right down on this floor and be ready for this job in the morning. I will be working on Saturday, there are a lot of things that we need to get done and we need no distractions to get them finished. I gotta run, I'll write more later....df

I didn't even have to use my AK, I gotta say it was a GOOD DAY...

2005-09-28T23:16:00.000-04:00

That was a lyric from a rap song by Ice Cube from back in the day. Well what to say, I haven't been to the gym all week because I've been too tired or I don't have enough time. I live way to faraway from my gym. I'm going to have to break down and get a gym closer to me so I can go there in the morning and not spend 45 minutes getting there and then another 30 minutes getting to work. It will all work out, as I'm sure I will get to again. Went to work and was busy the whole day. I do enjoy working with everyone, especially the person that I'm learning under, he's seen and been through so much in the industry. We went to lunch today and he gave me some great feedback and let me know that I was doing a good job, which is what I needed to hear. I breathed easier knowing that I'm actually being noticed and it's on the positive side. Not much else to write about, we've got an early staff meeting in the morning and Hollywood came over for a while to chat and watch television. I'm off to sleep, it's been and long and good day. WAIT!! I've got to send a shout out to my Tias back home in California, welcome them everyone. My Aunts are reading this blog too!! It's the only way that they can keep up with my life, since it's so crazy..hahahha, just don't freak out when you read some stuff that you shouldn't, cuz I try not to hold anything back....goodnight everyone...df

32 is the new 22......

2005-09-27T23:13:00.000-04:00

At least that's what my friend Roy says. We had a birthday dinner for him last night and we got most of the clan together and had us a good old fashioned Feliz Compleanos! At a very expensive but delicious mexcian restuarant called Dos Caminos. It's the same one we went to for Dads' party but in a different location. Dinner was great and so was dessert, we all ate like Fatgurls. Roy got his present that he was not expecting, his brand new Ipod Nano. He's too cool for school now and he loved it. I was on cloud nine with all of my closests New York friends with me. I've made friends for life and I'm always to grateful for the time that I get to spend with them. Here are some pictures of last night. I need to try and get some sleep, I want to and will get to the gym in the morning.
Work has been tough and I'm getting my ass kicked on a daily basis, but I'm learning so much and the days go by so quick. I'm drinking red wine and getting sleepy. More inspirational stuff later, enjoy the pics..love df

Pictures

2005-09-25T23:08:00.000-04:00

This was a great picture of my homegirls from the Malin and Goetz party that I kept promising that I would post. And this is a picture of me and Matt Maling and Andrew Goetz. df.

Summer is over...

2005-09-25T22:08:00.000-04:00

I've been terribly busy with my new job!! I'm having a great time being a workaholic and feeling accomplished with my day. I'm also working out again, and this time I'm gonna lose those last 10 pounds!! So much has happened that I'm gonna have to give you guys my infamous bullet points to catch ya'll and me up.

Saying goodbye: I left my old job as quietly and as I came. There were a few tears shed, for the most part everyone was happy about me moving on and up.
New JOB!!: So I started my new job on Monday and had to fill out all this paperwork, one of these sheets happened to be a confidentiality agreement. So some things that I would like to write about on this blog I won't be able to, or else my ass is going to get fired! So I'll take it day by day. I had a tough first day, it's gonna be demanding and stressful but I'm up for the challenge and bring it on!! This whole week has been about me getting in earlier every day and leaving just a little but later every night. I feel like I haven't seen my Roommate in forever and I need to catch up on my chores. I worked six days this week and we still didn't get everything that we had to do finished. I'm learning about everything at the agency and everyday is an experience. I am in great hands with the gentlemen that I'm working under and I hope to learn what the hell I'm supposed to do there by the end of this coming week.
HAVE TO SKINNY!!: This is what one of my co-workers jokingly told me a couple of days ago when I sad that I was off to the gym. I was told that I work in a modeling agency now and need to get fit. Um, okay. As if I didn't have enough body issues to begin with. Cut to me hitting the gym HARD early before work at least four days a week.
I GOT MONEY!!: I get paid weekly at my new gig and that has made my life so much easier. I need to learn to budget accordingly!!
PARTY WEEKEND: I hung out this weekend, went to a couple of birthday parties and ate to much and drank to much. But I had a great time with my friends and we made it happen.
SUMMER IS OVER:Last night I busted out the hoody cuz it was 64 degrees outside and I needed to protect my ass from the chilly air. Today I wore same hoody as I had brunch with #3 and Dad in their neighborhood. It was nice to have a quasi weekend off. I'm sure that I will have one next weekend, hopefully, but one day isn't too bad. The food was great and we ended being Fat Gurls and ordering practically the whole menu and eating every last bit of food on all the plates. We went back and watched Birdcage and The Broken Hearts Club, which with the weather and the gloomy sky I got a little sentimental for all my old PPG's and the times that we had on the west coast. But I got over that real quick. There are new memories to be made here in NYC, and let me tell you this fall and winter are going to be SO good! I can't wait. I'm off to bed, I'm gonna hit the gym early!! love DF

*** Funny quote of the day: Dad is talking to his friend on the phone after we finished watching the Broken Hearts Club, and he was trying to tell his friend what movie he had just finished watching and he looks over at us and asks.
" What was the name of this movie? The club...The Westside Club?" He just told his friend over the phone that he just finished watching a movie about an infamous bath house here in New York. I was sitting on the couch mortified, and #3 was folding laundry, we both almost pissed ourselves laughing so hard!! It was tremendous to just let out a belly laugh with your best friends and just have good time. Thanks guys, that moment totally made up for ditching me on Friday night...df!! heehee

Rehydration

2005-09-16T22:57:00.000-04:00

I don't ever want to drink again. I am totally going to detox for the month of October, this body can't handle all of this fun. I had a great time last night, met some cute boys and made out with a couple of them. My neck hurts, so does my lower back and my knee. Malin and Goetz had a small party for the store last night at their location and my night started there with Tam and #3 and the rest of the crew. I just have to say that I love that company and those guys, they make some of the best skincare that I've tried and use, and believe me that I've tried a lot of skincare. Matt Malin and Andrew Goetz have come up with a great product that if they ever called asking me to work for them and the job was right I would be all over it, I believe in the their vision and love them as people. Enough with the ass kissing, on with the rest of the night. We went to G lounge after the party then headed over to Douvet, a fun club with beds everywhere so you could stand or sit or sleep or whatever on those comfy things. We had great fun there, Roommate met up with us and it felt like old times again, especially since my Cheetah was in overdrive and I was on a hunt looking for anyone to pay attention to me. It was nice to dance and chat with guys like I used to back in the day. I wasn't afraid or self conscience about anything last night. We rolled home at 4:30 in the morning and I passed out after I drunk dialed my friend Sammy Boots. He asked me to send him a shout out on my blog so I did, I then passed the hell out and woke up with one of the meanest hangovers ever. I'm off to bed, I've nursed myself back to health with water, Gatorade, a cheeseburger with fries and some food from Chipotle. I have the day off tomorrow and I have to go to Jersey to see the new Sesame Street Live show with some old cast members. Fun!Fun! love df.

**To the person that left me that message about Sam, which I should erase but I'm not because I want people to read it to see how mean it was. I don't want my friends attacked on my blog, I will not tolerate this sort of thing, especially from someone who doesn't have the balls to reveal who they are, don't come on here throwing shade and then not want any fierceness thrown back. Or maybe you do know me well enough to know that I can serve it, even if I'm 3,000 miles away. Play nice and fair or I'll turn this car around, you understand? Momma don't play that shit. Okay, smooches, now I can go to bed...noches df

SHOUT OUT!!!!

2005-09-16T04:53:00.000-04:00

DRUNK!!!! I AM DRUNK !!!
I'm sending a shout out to Sammy Boots. I've been out all night drinking and carring on, I know that I won't make it in at 10am. I've spent quite a bit of money trying to make everyone happy. Off to sleep I go, goodnight!!! love DF

*It is now 4pm, and I would like to apologize to anyone that I may have called last night, or thrown myself at. I don't remember writing that post up there, but I guess I was feeling good. I'll write a real post later to wrap up last nights wanderings and gossip. I need to drink more water and Gatorade, I've already had a cheeseburger and fries. I've checked my bank account and I have a negative balance, this is after just depositing $800 into my account. I'm lucky that I knew enough to pay off my bills last night, I just don't know where most of it went. I guess I wanted everyone to have some money to hang out with me so I started giving it away. I figure out later.... my head hurts...df

" Feel this skin.... Are you going through it?"

2005-09-14T23:45:00.000-04:00

Let me catch everyone up on what's been happening in my life since last I posted. I went to straight to work at my "real" job after completing my freelancing gig with the modeling agency without having a day off. My gym schedule was also thrown off but I managed to have some good times with friends over the last couple of days, I will bullet point to get in as much as possible.

Paris is Burning: All the children to the floor!! #3 bought this movie on Friday since it was finally released on DVD. We spent Friday night watching it and it was funny to watch this movie after so many years and finding out that my gay vernacular was affected by this movie. We decided that we have our own house and the house is named Jose. I am Divafina from the House of Jose. Also it was queer to find out that almost everyone around me bought that DVD, from Roommate to Friend and others. It was a voguing weekend.." Are you going through it?"
Caught smoking: So I started smoking again in Japan and it came back with me. I haven't made it a big deal, but #3 caught me smoking a cigarette on Saturday while I waited for the crew to make it to dinner. I felt like I was seven again and my mom caught me with a cigarette in the backyard, there was a moment where I forgot that I was a grown man and not a child. It's nice to have people care about your health. I know that I will quit again, especially since I almost passed out on the treadmill yesterday.
Hooligans and beer: Sunday was a busy day at the store and I finally got a chance to go out and catch a movie with Tam. We had been trying to catch the movie Green Street Hooligans with Elijah Wood. I enjoyed the film, it was like a Football Fight Club, at least that's what Tam said. I have to remember that I live in New York now and that I have to get used to people talking through that whole thing. During very emotional and intense moments people would cat call the screen with "Frodo" or " My Precious". It was not needed, but we dealt with and almost froze to death inside the theatre. Tam and I then went to drink beer from tap because we were inspired by the movie. As we were walking to the bar we noticed these two piercing beams of light that shone into the sky and I was reminded that it was the fourth anniversary of the 9/11. I stopped to take pictures and my camera didn't do it justice. Tam and I got drunk off of beer, and had some great talk about my future and what I want to do, he told me that if I was offered a job with the modeling agency then I should take it because I was happier doing something that used and showcased my talents. It was just great to hear some good feedback from a friend and co-worker. It also marked the fourth anniversary of my fathers' artificial heart valve operation, so I called him while I walked home and wished him a happy fourth birthday, since he was dead for a few minutes during that operation and he was sort of reborn with a new heart.
Day off...of everything!:I had the day off on Monday with plans to go to the gym and walk around and enjoy my day in Central Park. Well I received a call from my friend who worked at the modeling agency and he called to tell me that I was being offered a job with the his agency. I cried, it was weird being offered a job that you didn't go after, so of course I said yes and I planned to call on Tuesday so I could meet up with his boss and discuss pay and benefits. After that call I couldn't leave the apartment, I was freaking out, I started to doubt myself and my abilities and had to stay inside and watch television. But once Roommate came home he brought back down to earth and helped me through my episode.
BBQ and The Cock: Went to the gym on this day off and got called into the modeling agency to have a meeting with the director. She made me wait for almost two hours before we had our meeting outside over a cigarette. Called #3 and went over to his place where we decided to go out and have dinner and drinks and celebrate my good fortune. Tam met up with us and we got a little tipsy and ended up at the Urge and the New Cock. Tacky Go-Go boys and one with an eggplant dick kept #3 entertained. Tam was right about this job and he was supportive with my decision to drop down to on call at the store. Stumbled home drunk and passed out.

Humid and gross: Went to work late, it is mugging. There is another hurricane messing up out weather here, and it's effecting my joints. I'm turning into an old lady who swears that they can feel rain coming from their knees, which I do. Deposited a check and came home early from work. Just chilling and catching up with friends on the phone. Happy to know that this is my last week at the store and then I get to start my new gig. Also think that it's funny that some of my friends have started blogs after reading mine, want to welcome them to the blogsphere, even if I did have to help them name one. I'm off to bed..love you guys...df

And back to life....

2005-09-09T00:37:00.000-04:00

The show finally went up last night and it was one of the most thrilling, exciting and stressful things that I have ever been involved with. I felt like everyone and everything was either yelling or being forced upon me and the few of us that were assisting with the production. I can't go into detail right now because I'm exhausted from having to work today at my "real" job and not get anytime to recover from the maddness that is a fashion show. I was home last night by 11:45 and in bed by midnight. I haven't slept much and I just got home from hanging out with #3 and I'm about to head to bed. It's just hard to go back to slinging stupid samples when I was just being fabulous with the glitteratti last night...back to life...back to reality... night df