Giving Blood

“A really great reception makes me feel like I have a great big warm heating pad all over me. People en masse have always been wonderful to me. I truly have a great love for an audience, and I used to want to prove it to them by giving them blood.”

Judy Garland

 

 

My New Judy Gif Just Dropped

Does anybody say “dropped” anymore? It sounds as old as Nicki Minaj. My grand niece used to love her. She loved all that old music. That’s waaaaay back. Shoose.

Aaaainyway, here’s my new Judy Gif. Collect ’em all! I do it for you. I make these for you, my readers. I really do. Apologies to Joey an Lorna Luft – I never knew your father but this is one of my favorite quotes from your Mom’s lost recordings that everybody found sad…(didn’t make me sad though.)  I enjoy listening to them occasionally because it reminds me that if I have a glass of wine there is a good chance I may become drunk, even more bitter, very mean occasionally unintelligible and I will think that a really rotten idea for a show is GREAT idea. The lesson is very clear for me…

Never record yourself.

Nuf said. – And now, another Jaw dropping Judy Gif Drop!

Let her go fellas!

It’s National Pizza Day

This and crispy, that’s how I like it. Fresh mozzarella and I’m not mad at fresh basil.

If you’re near Murray Hill ( the neighborhood, NOT the comedy genius ) do yourself a flavor and skip DJ Pizza. Yeah.

DJ Pizza – great name…and little else.

I’m still dealing with my deep dish depression over the closure of Pizza Box on Bleeker where, in the hard times eighties, I considered dried oregano a vegetable.

These days you may find me at Village Pizza at 65 8th Ave and Gansevoort St.

(directly across from Janet Jackson Square – #JJS) Tony’s gone but speak to Hugo. Hugo knows crispy. Chicken Parm? No harm. Calzones? sure…but not today. Today’s a National Pizza holiday. Treat yourself and order a whole pie with three Snapples. Tomorrow you won’t have to leave the house.

Good-Bye David Cassidy

and thanks for all those personalized pictures you sent me when I was just a confused little kid. Now, I feel I can show these to the world, the world you have left me behind in.

 

I’ve always been a lucky person and if there was a contest, I had my SASE ready to mail by morning. Who knew a life long secret romance was to be the real prize after I won THIS!

We always kept it clean. That’s just the way we liked it. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t hot. Hot n clean. That’s how we kept it.

Always so busy…I didn’t mind, I mean. I understood. He didn’t belong to me. He belonged to the entire world…the entire world AND me.

David, who’s that man in the car with you? Funny…those things used to matter to me then.

I saw the back of nearly every appearance he made for those first few frantic and romance filled years. After home video was invented I could finally see the fronts thanks to a Betamax that “Miss Thing” brought me from Tokyo. “Miss Thing,” that’s what I called him at first. I had several pet names for him over the years and he had a long list of them for me too but mostly he just called me “Girl.”  lol.

We had fun. We sure did.

So many photoshoots in those days. This is one of the only pictures I have of us together, besides the thousands of nudes he took. Studies he called them. I believe him. He loved to learn. Anyway, this one was for our Christmas cards , 1970.

 

We never sent them.

You always will be, Shagmaster.

If only it were as easy to give as it was to write. #secretromance

“Thanks D, but that’s not healthy. I feel you might be putting too much emphasis on us in your life. Pay more attention to your acting….and your music. They are just as important as me.” – That’s what I used to tell him. I used to tell him that all the time.

Words to live by now. my friend. Until we meet again!

And I hope all yours did too. I think they probably did. Well, except for that thing you would always ask me to do…but honestly…I wasn’t being a square. I was just scared…of the whole location thing…and I’ve never been comfortable around exotic animals…and I mean…just being upside down for that long I think might be dangerous even without the body paint and the Santa Suit. I’ve said too much.

I did everything he asked me to….almost everything.

that’s the one I carried in my wallet.

After a fight somewhere in Mexico. We always made up. We fought a lot about little things…hairbrushes, bronzer, …money.

Finally! A little liner. He was gorgeous with make up – and with out it. It was a win win.

THAT night! God, was the entire world on E?  hahaha.

And that’s forever.

 

 

As If You Want To Hear Even MORE Stuff Like This…BUT

This might make watching this talking piece of shit easier. I hope so – because talking turds can be annoying, they can induce political nightmares and personally I think they should outlawed…except for Mr. Hankie of course.

Also I consider this Fecal Female Impersonator as criminally offensive to hairdressers an colorists everywhere. – hey…my blog, my 2 cents. And now the turd’s tricks can be revealed!  ROLL EM