Emmett Till was a fourteen year old Black boy living in Chicago in 1955. He was on his way to visit relatives in Money, Mississippi. He came home without himself, just his dead body, mutilated beyond belief. Emmett Till was a baby, just a boy, fucking FOURTEEN!!! He wasn’t a civil rights activist. He wasn’t […]
No thank you. I do not wish to celebrate some holiday where the pilgrims and the Indians decided to have a potluck and the Indians bring some maize and the pilgrims bring whatever kind of bullshit those square hat, buckle shoe puritan motherfuckers eat, and then sat down together and gave thanks – for what? […]
Okay, Michael. What the fuck is going on? I don’t know, and I am afraid for you. I am a fan from back in the day. There were these girls who would hang out with me, and I spent weekends at their home in San Bruno, far from the battlefields of my parent’s bunker in […]
Bruce and I rocked the awards scene last week. I introduced Li’l Jon and the East Side Boyz at the VIBE awards. It was the experience of a lifetime. I love hip hop, and these stars are bigger to me than anyone. I was a VIP so I got a good table really close to […]
Note: The author of Letter #1 in the entry from 11/20/2003 responded and the discussion continues. > Margaret, (Got it right this time) Thank you. I was just pulling your leg! > I’m glad to see we have some common > ground in all this. You asked why, if > Biblical mandates are so important, […]
> Margaret, I just watched you on MSNBC and > heard your argument on homosexuality. To > be honest, I have heard of you and I know > you are a celebrity, but I am not familiar > with your career or the person you are. > After hearing your argument tonight, I > wanted […]
Note: In the past two days, Margaret debated Jerry Falwell on MSNBC and read a piece on NPR’s Morning Edition both on the issue of Gay marriage. She received and responded to many letters. We’ve chosen the following two for today’s entry. Letter #1 Subject: Morning Edition Commentary >Dear Morning Edition, Please, call me Margaret. […]
I slept with Tupac. Not in the Biblical sense, although I have had some beautiful dreams of it, always with the bedsheets of silky cream satin and the mosquito netting hiding us from the gaze of the rest of the weird dream realm people that are always making inappropriate appearances during things like this, like […]
Today, we went to the top floor of Barney’s, bypassing the danger zone of the first floor; jewelry and makeup. I could lose my entire life on that 5000 square yards of space, as the glint of the Swarkovski crystals catch my eye, the lariats that go down to your waist, almost bumping you in […]
Thought I would do for you as readers – the ultimate act of Gen X love, make you a mixed tape, but since I don’t know you all, have your addresses, know whether or not you use the outmoded Memorex tape, or if the cds I burn for you will play in your player and […]
Courtney Love is the white Whitney Houston. Houston had a considerably higher profile, making a splash in the 80s with her pyramid perm and octaroon beauty, she looked white enough to be unthreatening to the dominant culture, yet still was a descendant of R&B royalty. When she sang the powerhouse hit “I’m Every Woman” we […]
If I ever said I loved you, I meant it. I am not built to lie. There is a hollowness that echoes within when I do. And the cold winds that blow through the empty corridors the lies make in my heart whistle and shriek. I told many lies out of anger and let me […]
