music made on laptops, art that isn't made on laptops, food that is almost illegal, Making cakes, eating out in holes in the wall, john waters movies, crying at John Hughes moies, dancing with my shirt off at rock and roll shows, rubbing bellies, eating wasabi like butter, putting chili sauce on everything, making my own yoghurt, rocking with my c*ck out, guys with shaved heads, comics, storytelling, Kitsch, la langue francaise
Bertolucci, John Waters, Almodovar, Miyazaki, Kubrick, Sofia Coppola, Zhang Yimou, Ang Lee, Baraka, Ghost World, Kill Bill, Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's, All About Eve, Wonderboys
Books
The English Patient (Ondaatje), Martin and John (Dale Peck), L'amant (Duras), Love poems (Sexton), The Sandman (Gaiman), Hot Sour Salty Sweet (Alford and Duguid), The Gastronomical Me, (Fisher)
Heroes
Frida Kahlo, Amanda Lepore, Neil Gaiman, Warhol, Francis Bacon
Pablo Neruda.
Truman Capote. M.F.K. Fisher
About me: I'm a writer who doesn't write enough. I also occasionally say too much about myself online.
To pay the bills, I work as a server and occasionally spin records. I'm a better selector than turntablist.
Food is my salvation. I find zen tranquility cutting strawberries and making soups. I find revelation in pieces of bread.
I am a food slut.
I like music that makes me want to rock with my cock out. Shake my head between your tits or take me shirt off and sweat.
Apparently, i like biting people when i've been drinking. Just little nips.
I like music that makes me want to hold you. Tight. Songs that should be sung at 3 in the morning to sleeping partners.
I read three things at once. But I haven't read a work of fiction in ages.
I like rubbing guys bellies when I hold them.
I don't smoke, I drink it on the rocks. Give me vodka, jagermeister.
I like to think I can kiss rather well.
Who I'd like to meet:
John Waters.
Pedro Almodovar.
Patti Smith.
Dale Peck. Bjork.
Alice Walker. Gore Vidal. Jeffrey Alford and Naomi Duguid (culinary anthropologists).
the MRI uses magnets to get tissue scans and rapidly heats up anything metal like a microwave. luckly they let me keep it in, it didn't heat up too bad and said it "looked cool" in the images.
I've finished off all mine, and in any case it's no fun to drink it alone, but I'll be knocking back some Jager from across the pond tonight in honour of Mr. Crowley's birthday, so perhaps you can raise a glass or three with me then....? :-)
Hello darling...thank you for the birthday wishes (and the royalties, aharhar)...I namecheck you in a Miss Imperial P.S. (yesterday's post), or at least link to you...hope all is well and here is a cupcake from me to you...xoxo
Pablo Neruda.
Truman Capote. 
M.F.K. Fisher
John Waters. 
Pedro Almodovar.
Patti Smith.
Dale Peck.
Bjork. 
