The NYC Erotic Art Fair 2003

I volunteered last year, and I had such a good time I volunteered again and this time I brought my good friend JP Walt. Last year, I was "artistic relief" which does not mean what you think it means. All it means is if an artist needs to take a break, I take his or her place in order to give information (last year I even sold two paintings). Last year people kept thinking I was the artist. At one point I was standing in the booth of Cowboy Bob, a big texan looking fella with leather chaps and a matching hat-no shirt. Shirts are optional at the erotic art fair. There are even live nude models! One of the nude models even came on stage. I missed it. The one minute I was in the garden and my friend JP Walt came running out saying "He came and you missed it. There was cum all over the stage!" Now that is a charity event worth going to. Cowboy Bob's specialty were these black sculptures of giant cocks that looked like they were made with tar. So there I am surrounded by all these giant tar phalluses (phalli?) and a big sign that says Cowboy Bob and people would walk up and say "Are you the artist?" Do I look like a Cowboy Bob to you? Hmmmmmm?

But there is a lot of great art to be had there. And now I am going to endorse some of my faves from the evening. There is Albert Crudo, a very sweet guy who has done some great erotic art with vintage G.I. Joe, Barbie, and Ken Dolls. Steven J. King (no not that Steven King), who is another great guy (he said I was precious! I think I need a t-shirt that says "I am precious!") who, among other things, has done some very naughty things with some harden plastic-which allows him to switch phallus "I can make them switch between erect and limp" (apparently sculpie when baked at 250 degrees comes out with a plastic finish) and I quote "The velcro doubles as pubic hair." Yet another use for velcro people, take note.

Carolyn Weltman, from whom I bought two water colors last year, was back again, this time with the prestigious Erotic Art Award for 2002. Steven Speliotis was offering signed copies of his book and had some great photographs. Ross Johnston offers collages with a sense of humor (My personl favorite was "My First Porno.")

For those interested in other events, there is also the "The Kiss" a gay and lesbian photo biennial which will be running at the Leslie Lohman Gay Art Foundation until June 28th.

Six Feet Under Season Finale-Do Not Read If You Missed Tonight's Episode

Ok it disturbs me that it has gotten to a point where my cat curls up next to me watch Six Feet Under. And it disturbs me that I ponder my cat so much. She kept me awake last night by jumping over my head. In two years she still hasn't figured out that she can not lie directly on my face. I'm not sure what about this escapes her. Well I suppose there are worse ways to die than being smothered while asleep by an overaffectionate cat.

For fans, I have to say where did bren's family go? What the hell happened to Russell? Or Olivier for that matter? Did we really have to know explicitly that L. is dead?

I did like Claire hysterically sobbing at the wedding and I did like the ghost of the father on the floor crying. So basically the crying was in. The rest of the episode, a little too neat.

Friday Night Date

I have received some complaints about the lack of detail. well I don't have the energy to write more about it, you damn voyeurs. Rest assured I will blog about it at some point.