Monday, March 16, 2009

What Would Thembi Do?

Again, I Say No.

(from Thembi. check her out. she be da bomb)

Late last year I posted about the upcoming Cosby show porno. I still don’t really “get” this particular kind of adult film - is it supposed to be funny or actually get people aroused? In spite of my utter confusion AVN’s “Not The Cosby’s XXX” is in production and as one would suspect, it’s chock-full of black sitcom blasphemy.


check it out here: What Would Thembi Do?

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is nothing freaking sacred? the sexual possibilities that this film holds has my stomach churning.

my lovely city

welcome to ny! now go home...

as i was watching ny1 this morning, this story came across the screen.

i guess the bronx has officially taken the title Wild Wild West away from brownsville.

BIG UP, BROOKLYN!!!!

really, though, how freaking nuts is this?

Sunday, March 1, 2009

fabulously funky ladies

irene williams: queen of lincoln road


i love irene williams! spunky, unique, artistic! i find this film extremely inspiring. people should definitely watch it.






Real Momentum Shorts: Irene Williams - Part 1

Real Momentum Shorts: Irene Williams - Part 2

Real Momentum Shorts: Irene Williams - Part 3


Oh, how i love Esther Rolle!




I'm not a fucking drag queen
I'm in another bracket
What you see before you
Is not some midnight racket

Nothing here is padded
I've paid a mighty fortune
A few things have been added
And one or two subtractions

I'm not a fucking drag queen
I won't let you forget it
When you say "Good day, sir"
You stab me all the way through
My tender, transgender heart

And if you happen to be gay
You could show a little heart and understanding
Instead of twittering and whispering and pointing Judas fingers
Like a bunch of cunning linguists at some gender crucifixion
And if you think I'm such a freak
There's no need to cut me down
And put me in my place
You just may want to look at your pants, oh so wet
And your knees like castanets are giving you away

I'm not a fucking drag queen
I don't wear foot-long lashes
Don't wear a pound of makeup
Or seventeen tiaras
I don't want your five dollars
Before this song is over
Don't want your "How's it going, man?"
Nononononono...Miss Squires will do nicely

'Cause I'm not a fucking drag queen
So please don't be so rude
I'll break your fucking legs, sir
And then I'll pirouette while
I mend my transgender heart

Can't you just say "Yes dear"
And "she" and "her" and "sister"
To my tender, transgender heart

now, in reality, does anyone really think these hired ladies would say anything other than, "It looks real"?