queer and loathing

Banksy Videos for my friends in New Orleans

Banksy visited New Orleans for the anniversary of Katrina this year. I thought I’d post some of these videos up for my friends back home who may not have heard of him. From what I understand, many of his works have already been covered by the “Grey Ghost” but a few are still up. I hope a few are still up when I visit again (January, I think.)

Drunken thoughts — 3:40am: everything old is new again.

I’m sitting in the Bourbon Pub again for the first time in nine months and already I’ve been hit on by an elderly straight women, her son, and a homeless transvestite.

I now know what it means to miss New Orleans.

Sitting on the toilet at work, thinking about feet.

I don’t know where it began, but I absolutely cannot stand to have my feet uncovered. I hate walking on tile or linoleum with bare feet, my soles sticking to the floor. The thought of walking on hard wood flooring unshod, possibly impaling myself on a splinter, makes the hair on the back of my legs stand up.

Once I had a dream that I had just woken up and was paralyzed, held down to the bed by an unseen force only able to move my eyes to look toward my uncovered, unprotected feet while my then 4 year old nephew was inserting sewing needles into my arches, giggling as he watched them travel up the veins in my legs.

Understandably I do not wear flip-flops.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have any fear or hatred of the human foot itself, nor do other people’s feet bother me. I’m not podophobic, I just recognize that my feet are particularly doughy and vulnerable and I project this vulnerability onto other people. I don’t mind cuddling up to someone in bed and having their feet touch me under the covers; I rather like that actually. In fact, I prefer to cuddle with guys who have a set of intact feet.

Where was I? Yes, back to flip-flops.

What is it with people and these abominations of footwear? Is it because they’re so cheap inexpensive? It can’t be because they’re comfortable, with that annoying string between your toes, constantly… there… between your toes being all “string like.” They’re also not cute and they’re noisy. Plus, what if something should happen where it would be beneficial to have footwear that actually covers and protects your feet?

Being from New Orleans, of course the first situation that comes to mind is a drunk frat guy or sorostitute throwing up on the floor near you or finding yourself accidentally stumbling through a mound of horse crap the size of Monkey Hill in the middle of the street; or the middle of the sidewalk. If you have spent any time there, you know that two thirds of every block in New Orleans is basically covered in either horse crap or tourist vomit and yet there are hundreds of people constantly walking around wearing nothing more on their feet than a piece of nylon twine and nerf refuse.

Frequently I see people wearing flip flops with shorts or jeans on the street or in the bars and although my logical mind acknowledges that this is a fashionably acceptable combination, it terrifies me, given the amount of people in very close proximity in a bar. It’s just asking for trouble: a crushed distal phalanx, a wet foot from a spilled drink or accidentally puncturing a cute guy’s Achilles tendon with my sharp, talon-like nails.

It’s hard to keep them trim them while constantly wearing socks.

Today, here in DC, I saw someone wearing flip-flops with a suit and tie for god’s sake. What’s up with that? What if some crazed defendant, unable to control his rage, suddenly bolts across the room when the verdict is read? What if before the bailiffs taze him and tackle him to the ground, he accidentally steps on your foot or vomits? What if one of the bailiffs has a horse? What then, mr lawyer-man with the flip flops? What then?

Justin and I could be in the New York Times!

Oh, I forgot to mention this before:

The week or so prior to going up to DC, Justin had sent me this article about a DC Guy Selling Plastic Balls of Trash via gumball machines. One day (Monday?) while I was up there, we drove around looking for one of the machines. We finally found one at Busboys and Poets and we walk in and find the red metal trash dispenser. However, there was two people casually leaning in front of it. Justin politely says, “excuse me, we’re trying to get to the trashball machine,” much to the surprise of the fellow in front of it: Christopher Goodwin himself. The person he’s talking to is a reporter from the New York Times.


“Did you really come here for the trashballs??” Goodwin asks us, astounded.

My reply was, of course “I came all the way from New Orleans to get a trashball.”

The reporter was about to have an orgasm. “Chris, did you set this up?!”

I don’t think Christopher knew what to think.

So, we were asked a bunch of questions by the reporter, which was cool. He said the article was going to come out sometime this week!

nolefturns.com to return if interest exists

Since my old registrar (buydomains.com) sucks ass and swiped my domain after I let it expire (admittedly, all domain registrars do this - it just sucks when it happens to you) I wound up getting nolefturns.com (one ‘t’)

So, I’m thinking about putting a new orleans community blog up. Was wondering if there was any interest out there. If you’d be interested in something like this - comment on this post or e-mail me (click on colophon on the top menu, then scroll to the bottom and send me a message.) I already have web space and a few domain names to choose from.

Anyone interested?

Which name would you prefer? nolefturns.com? blognola.org? nolabloggers.com?

** edit 3/27: I’ve decided on blognola.org. I still have to work out some kinks before it’s open to the public though.