You been around enough to know
That if I want to leave you better let me go
Because I take full advantage
Of every man I meet
I get away almost every day
With what the girls call
What the girls call
What the girls call
The girls call murder
You been around enough to see
That if you think you're it
You better check with me
Because I take full advantage
Of every man I meet
I get away almost every day
With what the girls call
What the girls call
What the girls call . . .
the girls call murder
-Liz Phair, Girls, Girls, Girls.
Current Song: Ramellezee vs K. Rob - Beat Bop, (1983)
Current Mood: Voxish
Current Patron Saints: Cindy Sherman & thee Lady Bunny
Current Cycle: What is going to happen? Nothing is happening. Something's going to happen! What the fuck just happened?
~der Kommisar
WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW About me! Mika-isms! 101. Rule #1: Be a whore in the bedroom, and a whore in the kitchen, hell, be a whore.
Also. Am I right for you? I don't think that anyone can love someone else truly until they love themselves, and frankly, I'm in love with myself baby.
Ja,
I just rented Homoeroticism of World War II, gotta go watch! bai bai!
TODAY: I am a woman. And, I've been waiting all my life for it. I was finally able to save up for 1/2 of the op, so check me out. Also, if you want to cyber, please inquire within.
Bye, babes.
Mika's tip for enterprising trannies:
(Makeup) Hint: Men love it when you really glob it on.
March 31st, April Fool's eve. Close to the metal.
I'M DOING THIS UPDATE with Trans-X "Living on Video", playing in the background. It's pretty apt, since I meant to mention this before, about our perception of the future. It's true that if you go to any future-exhibit anywhere, it's going to be how people in 1967 thought the future would be like in 1994... but, I digress.
I was leafing through a few copies I'd saved of the magazine, Mondo 2000... (I tried to find a suitable link, but I only came across a large article about their meteoric and boring rise to fame, then swift altruistic plummet, on pseudo hack site totse.com)...
Mondo 2000 is a perfect example of the future-sphere, or Nabisco's Future Dome, or whatever world fair fare... It all looks good at the time, it's one step (well, make that about 5-8 steps depending) lower than Wired, who managed not to neck enough DMT to kill a horse in order to actually make magazines... see, the time WAS 1993, and the internet and all it's FTP HTTP, blah-de blah DMT DEOT WTF glory was born.
While Wired, still uncorupted by the IPO boom of the late 90's, were writing insitefull articles, if not back then, a little naieve, about the world around us, Mondo was doing all it could to maintain its edge...
EVERYONE owned a Mac, it simply wasn't CYBERPUNK if you didn't... everyone read Neil Stephenson's SNOW CRASH, you read 2600 even if you had no idea what 2600 even meant in the grand scheme of things... truly it was a horrible time to be alive.
Add to this virtual sex (aka, the ghastly name, teledildonics), and you have one altruistic fuck-fest meets drug necking binge you can't fathom why it hadn't sunk the whole shebang by the first issue.
The future is less like a Helmut Lang ad, and more like that hippie guy who wears the cat in the hat shit to some L.A. rave (that was never cool, but he's even past the sell date of irony)... The art director is the typical pot smoking curly headed glasses wearing San Fancisco hippie sort... She's just finished watching Tales from the City, and is leafing through Atlas Shrugged again for a pertanant quote to sum it all up for her.
Simply dreadful... they use words like Panopticon, to describe 1984... except in their world, Big Brother has been usurped by Wavy Gravy... and instead of Soma, people are gobbling up quantities of 2-tc7 that even Terrence Mackenna would shy from. (This was back when, mr. Mackenna, was still seen as someone who wasn't completely insane)...
Getting back to Trans-X, look at it this way, if it were Mondo 2000's idea to make the future look like a couple of half-nourished weirdos in Gold Lame', then Mission Accomplished. These are people who played from the Bladerunner sourcebook, but wanted to make it so self serving and utopian all with the 1990's (wink!), that subtle hint that the whole thing MIGHT be one big joke that allowed such outfits to have a sarcasm escape trap... well, the whole thing thankfully imploded on itself, so we could then go about our business reading about that ass, Jeff Bezos in Wired.
Remember kids, back when there were Interactive CD-ROMS? If you don't please don't fret... certainly, twas no worse time to be future.
See you in the car,
~mika.
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard's study;
because he would make love to me
I am sending back the key;
in his eye's darkroom I can see
my X-rayed heart, disected body:
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard's study.
-Sylvia Plath.
That if I want to leave you better let me go
Because I take full advantage
Of every man I meet
I get away almost every day
With what the girls call
What the girls call
What the girls call
The girls call murder
You been around enough to see
That if you think you're it
You better check with me
Because I take full advantage
Of every man I meet
I get away almost every day
With what the girls call
What the girls call
What the girls call . . .
the girls call murder
-Liz Phair, Girls, Girls, Girls.
Current Song: Ramellezee vs K. Rob - Beat Bop, (1983)
Current Mood: Voxish
Current Patron Saints: Cindy Sherman & thee Lady Bunny
Current Cycle: What is going to happen? Nothing is happening. Something's going to happen! What the fuck just happened?
~der Kommisar
WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW About me! Mika-isms! 101. Rule #1: Be a whore in the bedroom, and a whore in the kitchen, hell, be a whore.
Also. Am I right for you? I don't think that anyone can love someone else truly until they love themselves, and frankly, I'm in love with myself baby.
Ja,
I just rented Homoeroticism of World War II, gotta go watch! bai bai!
TODAY: I am a woman. And, I've been waiting all my life for it. I was finally able to save up for 1/2 of the op, so check me out. Also, if you want to cyber, please inquire within.
Bye, babes.
Mika's tip for enterprising trannies:
(Makeup) Hint: Men love it when you really glob it on.
March 31st, April Fool's eve. Close to the metal.
I'M DOING THIS UPDATE with Trans-X "Living on Video", playing in the background. It's pretty apt, since I meant to mention this before, about our perception of the future. It's true that if you go to any future-exhibit anywhere, it's going to be how people in 1967 thought the future would be like in 1994... but, I digress.
I was leafing through a few copies I'd saved of the magazine, Mondo 2000... (I tried to find a suitable link, but I only came across a large article about their meteoric and boring rise to fame, then swift altruistic plummet, on pseudo hack site totse.com)...
Mondo 2000 is a perfect example of the future-sphere, or Nabisco's Future Dome, or whatever world fair fare... It all looks good at the time, it's one step (well, make that about 5-8 steps depending) lower than Wired, who managed not to neck enough DMT to kill a horse in order to actually make magazines... see, the time WAS 1993, and the internet and all it's FTP HTTP, blah-de blah DMT DEOT WTF glory was born.
While Wired, still uncorupted by the IPO boom of the late 90's, were writing insitefull articles, if not back then, a little naieve, about the world around us, Mondo was doing all it could to maintain its edge...
EVERYONE owned a Mac, it simply wasn't CYBERPUNK if you didn't... everyone read Neil Stephenson's SNOW CRASH, you read 2600 even if you had no idea what 2600 even meant in the grand scheme of things... truly it was a horrible time to be alive.
Add to this virtual sex (aka, the ghastly name, teledildonics), and you have one altruistic fuck-fest meets drug necking binge you can't fathom why it hadn't sunk the whole shebang by the first issue.
The future is less like a Helmut Lang ad, and more like that hippie guy who wears the cat in the hat shit to some L.A. rave (that was never cool, but he's even past the sell date of irony)... The art director is the typical pot smoking curly headed glasses wearing San Fancisco hippie sort... She's just finished watching Tales from the City, and is leafing through Atlas Shrugged again for a pertanant quote to sum it all up for her.
Simply dreadful... they use words like Panopticon, to describe 1984... except in their world, Big Brother has been usurped by Wavy Gravy... and instead of Soma, people are gobbling up quantities of 2-tc7 that even Terrence Mackenna would shy from. (This was back when, mr. Mackenna, was still seen as someone who wasn't completely insane)...
Getting back to Trans-X, look at it this way, if it were Mondo 2000's idea to make the future look like a couple of half-nourished weirdos in Gold Lame', then Mission Accomplished. These are people who played from the Bladerunner sourcebook, but wanted to make it so self serving and utopian all with the 1990's (wink!), that subtle hint that the whole thing MIGHT be one big joke that allowed such outfits to have a sarcasm escape trap... well, the whole thing thankfully imploded on itself, so we could then go about our business reading about that ass, Jeff Bezos in Wired.
Remember kids, back when there were Interactive CD-ROMS? If you don't please don't fret... certainly, twas no worse time to be future.
See you in the car,
~mika.
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard's study;
because he would make love to me
I am sending back the key;
in his eye's darkroom I can see
my X-rayed heart, disected body:
I am sending back the key
that let me into bluebeard's study.
-Sylvia Plath.
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we need to hang out.
you are so fascinating to me.
let's hang out one day for real.