QuoTe oF THe WeeK
from the band BLOOD DUSTER
“Homosexuality is the new black. Get down with the brown or get out of town”

You ThiNK iTS oVeR But….
I’m going to court on Wednesday, the fuckers who robbed and bashed me years ago at a previous porn shop are finally going to court down here after doing time in Qld. When I was told its like my brains been peeled back and all the shit from after the robbery has come flooding back, which isn’t pleasant when you have had 24 hours a day headaches for the past 3 years, a recently fucked up rib area, lack of sleep from the rib injury, and other various personal shit. My emotions are more fucked up than they’ve ever been before. At the moment life sucks and if it wasn’t for my friends and family I’d probably go mental.

WoT i’M ReaDiNG aT MoMeNT

Best Sex Writing 2006, edited by Felice Newman & Frédérique Delacoste:
its not porn, it essays on the subject of sex, very easy to read and interesting subject matter that are as diverse as s&m and people of colour to anal fisting and its intimacy.
How to start your own secret society, by Nick Harding:
funny and also an insight into the way stuff structured in so called secret societies
Sex Parties 101 by Simon Sheppard:
pretty queercentric but a good read nice sense of humour and a few examples of good and bad stuff that’ll happen. Its given me few ideas to spice up mine and friends parties that have got a bit predictable lately, not necessarily rooting in the hallway stuff but things that’ll spice it up a notch or 2.
Speaking Sex To Power by Patrick Califia:
another good book by Pat, this ones non fiction and full of great articles about heaps of different things, opened my eyes to the fluidity of gender (pat’s a FTM trannie) and the usual blend of humour and down and dirty s&m.
Jim Goads GIGANTIC book of SEX:
from the author of the redneck manifesto and answer me comes a book that fucks with all the “sex positive” books around at the moment. Its hilarious and full with embaressing personal stuff about sex, rants about the sex industry and the workers within. Great book that’ll make you embarrassed and laugh yourself stupid at the same time.

No TV
In the flat I’m at, one of my flatmates put “his” tv in his room, leaving me and the other guy without a tv. Its isn’t that bad, we both worked weird hours, he gets to watch tv at work sometimes and I've been reading heaps. The only time I've watched anything worth watching was on my days off. Me and the other tv-less guy had been listening to cds, and the radio in the lounge. I get to see what’s in the news at work in the newspapers. Then a friend asked me to look after his warehouse for a month. He doesn’t have a tv, not that fussed, got a good stereo and space to do paintings and stuff. Fuck id like to live in a place this big for this cheap. So I haven’t had a tv for a month and bit, its no big loss, I get pissed off that I cant watch dvds, but no biggie.

PaiN, DraMaS & STuFF
Thurs. night: party at friends place, wore a tshirt that has the words “stacks on me” on it. Was jumped on about 4 times, ow!
Fri.: ate hangover food, tried to paint, my ribs hurt
Sat: worked 9am-6pm, blaaargh, ribs on left side hurt
(EASTER)
Sun: daytime, family picnic, played soccer with nephews and nieces, gym has finally paid off, not puffed out. My ribs still hurt
Sun: Night, clubbing, tied 3 friends to an A frame and whipped and spanked them, they loved it. My ribs hurt
Mon.: hangover curing junk food, my ribs still hurt, cant sleep properly, when I wake up I cant get back to sleep cos of pain.
Tues.: went to doctor, he sent me to hospital, told to come back tomorrow for a ultrasound of my spleen and a rib x-ray. Took night off work, cant sleep properly 'cos ribs hurt when I lie down.
Wed: went to hospital at 8am, got spleen checked and x-ray done, worked late that night 6pm-10pm, really knackered, still sore
Thurs.: didn’t do volunteer work, went to doctor to get results, they didn’t find anything, he thinks its internal bruising, still not sleeping properly, getting grumpy, worked 6-10
Fri.: day off, still sore, went to net café, met up with friend, Dr.P, down from uk at the tote and talked about life, the universe, reality, philosophers, bands, queer stuff, the uk, tv, women, hotties, knobheads, money, work, etc etc, (I’m so jealous of her life in the uk), went to club later, friend from uk was fun but had drama with another girl, blah blah. I don’t do games so don’t offer the cake if your gunna give it to someone else. I also get pissed off when people don’t get that you can have a friend of the opposite sex and its not sexual. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Got home 4am, did a painting 'til 6.30am cos its great to paint when your emotions are fucked. Still hard to get to sleep even though I have alcohol as a painkiller
Sat: recovering from night before, only had 4 hours sleep. Met up with old friend, chatted about last night. good to talk it out but I sometimes think she doesn’t get my lifestyle. She’s been in relationships as much as I havn't, so sometimes I think she doesn’t understand what its like to be alone for so long that you are happy to get any sort of affection. She’s one of my oldest friends and tells me when I’m being a knob and helps keep me grounded, she is one of the few anchors in my life. if your reading this, luv ya miss J. Ended up meeting up with another friend, Ms.S, in the city, she was at a Bi Vic meeting, had a drink and chat, I think they thought I was bi, but unfortunately not, I just a plain old hetro. I think I was being checked out and flirted with but its always harder when its directed at me. But I met some way cool people including a fellow comic nerd and a cute trannie (who my friend has the hots for I think). went home like a zombie and crashed out after some food.
Sunday: work 10am-6pm, I fucking hate my job today, I used to like it but now it sucks. Some old guy gave me a dirty look when I greeted him when he came in, I wanted to smash his wrinkly face in. that's when I decide I've had too much and I’m gunna quit doing weekends, I’m telling them tomorrow. Its scarey but feels right. I’m gunna get a new job, but what, I have no idea

5 ALBuMs THaT MeaN SoMeTHiNG To Me
pop will eat itself – box frenzy
the album that set me on the path to grebo. The weird samples, crazy beats, mad guitars and strange sense of humour appealed to me, from there I went on to other acts of the time such as cock rock greatness of Zodiac Mindwarp & the Love Reaction or the psychedelic nuttiness of Gaye Bykers On Acid. From pwei I was exposed to many other great acts, and even the great films of Darren Aronovsky (clint poppie does the soundtracks).

lion and the cobra – sinead oconnor
this album began my love of angry female singers, the anger that no one could hold back, the pissed off attitude with the voice of an angel. The woman who took no shit and didn’t care what others thought. The sound of someone who could rip your head off 5 minutes after fucking your brains out. It lead me to Skunk Anansie, MyRuin, Arch Enemy and even Peaches. It began my love of women with attitude who stood up for themselves and didn’t deny their anger as a dangerous male thing. its was my angry feminist awakening. It also started my love of women with short hair.

it takes a nation of millions to hold us back – public enemy
this album gave me my first taste of hip hop and politics. I still love good hip hop and s good booty shaking bass. I've got lots of respect for hip hop artists who don’t use clichés and talk shit. It turned me onto acts from across the planet, and my love of uk hip hop with the more political edge than the USA grew, with acts like Gunshot or Fundamental. I even like a bit of james brown or barry white is the moods right.
With this album my politics became more of a reality and its one of the things that made me the anarchist I am today

a mind is a terrible thing to taste – ministry
this album started my love with the more extreme industrial metal stuff, with the politics it was a lethal mix, it made me angry and I loved it. Helped me get into stuff by any of their side projects or fugazi, steve albini, nine inch nails, pitchshifter, killing joke, strapping young lad, etc.

the unbearable lightness of being a dickhead – mr floppy
the australian album that made me laugh years ago and still does now. Its great fucked up stuff with a retarded sense of humour. I saw them live heaps and no one since has done it as good as them.