I wish it were a year from now, and some of this pain had passed. Scott Capurro GT May 2009 My Mother, Donna, has died, and perhaps I shouldn’t be writing about this, but I have no idea what else to do. Everyone who knows that my Mother has passed asks, “How are you doing?” […]
the lady ruminates…
I’d forgotten I did this, but then when asked my favorite film, book and piece of art, i was eating a sausage roll and running for a bus, neither of which is a euphamism, because a.) i can’t spell and b.) the glamour never ends. These are a few of my favourite things: Scott Capurro, […]
Whilst in San Francisco, strange things happen.
I’m not necessarily proud I Yogayed, but I did. And I want my friends to know about it. Actually, I am proud. It was fun to be a hippy again. Wait. I was never a hippy. I grew up in Marin, sure, but I was less organic farmer, and more an Yves Saint Laurent closet […]
So yes, my nose does look wonderful, thanks for NOT noticing!
So many people have said they can’t tell the difference between my old (mangled, deformed, shockingly awful) nose, and my new (vastly improved, much more useful, both aesthetically and in every other way) nose. But then that’s the point. That’s good surgery bitches, live it – learn it. Actually, right after I got the bandages […]
A Bethnal Green pastiche. I mean, it’s about time, right?
I was just so so offended by some culturalist retard’s reaction to my little area, that I wrote the following. Actually the end result was much improved, an appropriate, lovely man is now looking after my flat, but at the time of this violation, I turned violet with rage. Hand to pearls, I was so […]
I’ve just found out that what i’m having done to my nose is not rhinoplasty, it’s sinus-plasty or something, but this piece is still fun.
Can’t wait to get back to California. I’m way, way too white right now. I need sun and fresh…something. And of course there’s my homophobic president to contend with. ‘Change I can believe in’? But I already knew black men hated queers. That might never change. Oy. Oh, and holiday suggestion number 236: Watch The […]
Budapest: 1, Brazil: 0
Hey kids, I’m preparing Thanksgiving dinner, but I’m taking this break to let you know how thankful I am that you read this shit. Especially since, apparently, i’m ‘harsh’, to quote some club booker in London who no longer books me. I thought only the Comedy Cafe avoided my calls, but now I know this […]
Re-reading my November column makes me homesick for America
As did the presidential election. I agree with those who chose Obama – let’s give the black guy a chance to fuck it up for a change. But then came his uninspiring acceptance speech, the most seamless, unconvincing diatribe about freedom ever delivered from behind several 10″ by 15″ sections of plexiglass. My expectations were […]
Here’s my October column. Oops, I’m bad. When will my labido lessen? Well?? When!??
GT October 2008 The Brazilian found the half empty lubricant packet while I was away from the rented flat, doing my show at a Fringe fair. I’d left the sticky plastic bullet on a shelf near the front door. I could have thrown it away. I even ogled it while leaving on the way to […]
Here’s my September column for Gay Times. Reading it now, I still get a bit melancholy.
I like this guy. But our problems persist. Apparently, I’m a complicated, difficult ‘catch’, to quote a friend. Why? Just because I want to marry the Rabbi’s son? It’s a reference from Fiddler on the Roof. If you’re not a jew or a gay or a gay jew, then forget about it and read on. […]