Drag Race 2nd Season party in West Hollywood last night – only the most gorgeous boys and girls-who-are-boys were there – including me. Not sure what category I fall into. I wore leopard-print Cavalli and Yves St. Laurent gold sandals, false eyelashes, eyebrows courtesy of Anastasia, and my hair out to the Valley – let’s just say the ensemble was coming with or without me. The DJ was Lady GaGa fantastic, the boys were beyond fun – and the urinals were right next to the sink! All good, baby!

Loved running into all my WOW pals – and Santino and Merle, both looking hot – and my new BFF LOGO people! May this show reign supreme this year!

Afterwards, my stud and I went for pancakes at Norm’s. Perfect end to a perfect night.

xog

I’m heading to the RuPaul Drag Race Premiere Party tonight – yay, me! It’s only the dream of a lifetime for a Hollywood girl. Here’s my problem – I’m wearing a leopard print Cavalli, and yet, I’m sure I’m going to be the most masculine-looking thing there. Seriously. These girls put me to shame – it took a group of drag queens to show me how to be a woman.

What’s a guyish-girl to do?

And I refuse to tuck, baby.

Word.

G.

So it’s not Monday morning. It’s after noon. Whatever. I’ve worked my 1,000 words a day – although I did count my daily log – so I’m probably flubbing by about 50, 60 words. I don’t care. Yesterday was a wash. No writing at all. Saints/Vikings game instead – and a fantastic photo shoot for a World of Wonder coffeetable book. Three handsome guys showed up – Thairin and his team. And took all of a half-hour to take pictures. I generally don’t like taking pictures. Except at, like, Thanksgiving. I don’t like the whole hair-make-up, no eating or drinking thing, and then I’m inevitably cold in whatever I have to wear. And, also, I tire after about the fourth shot. After the fourth shot, my face is a death mask. My jaw hurts. My eyes are darts. Take a look at some of my photos some time. Or don’t. But this is how I know I was right in choosing writing as a career and not acting. I’ve posed with actresses for pictures – they know, they are born knowing, how to pose. They know how to make love to the camera. I know how to give it a peck on the cheek.

How’s the blogging working for you? Nah? Yeah, me neither. Or is it “either”?

Good day, sir.

Hi there…I think this is my first blog for my website. I’m not much of a blogger. I wrote a few for the Huffington Post (or maybe it was just two), but since I write books and screenplays and notes around the house, I figure I’ve done enough writing. 

I figured wrong. 

I’m always on Facebook, sometimes I tweet.  I thought I’d share some of my favorite things: 

Starbucks Green Tea Soy Latte. No syrup.

See’s Candy. (Just about anything. But I love the dark or milk chocolate Bordeaux.)

Cumin. Big fan of cumin.

That’s it for now. More later.