Everything is there on the internet. Nothing is hidden from me. Then, they come…liking and reblogging and commenting.
They like the most unusual things. Like the picture of Marilyn Manson.
Yesterday, I hired an assistant. Had a long chat with Robby. Dealt with my tax bill. Spoke to my wonderful lawyers at the ACLU. Cooked dinner. Watched Jennifer cut up a wheel of cheese. Spent hours looking for a certain picture.
Then, I lay in my bed wondering when I will see that boy up North who wants me to take what ever I want from him.
I’m waiting for you, he says.
I look at pictures of him. I imagine what it would be like to find another to fuck him. To watch him suck someone else.
He wants me to be unspeakably hard on him. And, I shall.
Tell me, I like it when you tell me what to do…he murmurs. Control me. Take me. Love me.
Spent yesterday mostly at home or at Mud Cafe on 9th Street writing. Writing the film I intend to shoot this spring. It occurs to me that this film may very well be the one I shoot in Whitstable. It needs sharpening but JA has done a great job so far interpreting and formalizing my haphazard idea.
The story remains compelling and moving.
The other darker story is easy to write. Less conventional, more emotional.
Decided not to go to gay club down town with Federico last night but am enjoying the prospect of exploring gay New York once again. Who would have guessed?
Watched The Golden Globes, James (Franco) up for a well deserved Globe. Pity he didn’t get it…tough competition amongst the boys this year.
So pleased for everyone involved with The Kid’s Are All Right. Annette especially..her performance was stunning. Warren must be so proud. Now, they have a complex relationship. Lovely seeing the gorgeous Mark Ruffalo…even the ghastly Celine Rattray. Their film truly deserved the attention.
How galling must it be for Hugh D’Ancy to see his madly successful wife get the awards when he is largely overlooked?
Fascinating to see Mark Walberg in his capacity as both actor and producer, excelling at both.
Dropped out of the Globes to join Federico at The Hendershot Gallery on Chrystie. A group show including the work of Marilyn Manson. Manson’s work was the least interesting and most undeserving of a place in the gallery.
Galia Offri, on the other hand, is well worth looking at. Interesting composition, palate and by far the most collectible…although I really liked the pile of pillows in the basement by a young gay artist called Leor Grady.
After a few months of never being recognized three people approached me…much to Federico’s amusement. I must have looked like Duncan Roy…that guy on the TV.
Anyway, chipped and saw last of the Globes with my friend Chris. We sat curled up in front of a small TV.
Ricky Gervais is just not that funny. Shocking…yes. Dry…yes. To be rehired…yes.
Yet again I was surprised by just how many people I knew all dressed up on TV and wondered if I would ever make another film and if so…would it be recognized.