Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won’t be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top-forty cast off from a record stand
I won’t be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top-forty cast off from a record stand
Walkin’ in L.A., nobody walks in L.A.
Walkin’ in L.A.
Walkin’ in L.A., only a nobody walks in L.A.
Walkin’ in L.A.
Walkin’ in L.A., only a nobody walks in L.A.
– Missing Persons
It takes guts to move to LA without a car, and it’s not as stupid as it sounds to do so.Between the Metro and the bus lines, it is feasible. I was getting downright claustrophobic in New York City amongst the tall buildings and teaming throngs. Living on the island of Manhattan can easily become a trap. And there’s nowhere to go but up. Along the sprawling streets of Los Angeles there’s enough space for me to think. Slowly, my inner-city shell shock gives way to some peace of mind, Southern Californian style.
In Hollywood all the men are hot and want to be noticed. Even hot straight guys want gay men to check them out. It’s the land of the Stepford Studs, and I long to be one of them…but my body currently resembles a Picasso painting. I need help. And this walking-around-all-day-eating-nothing ain’t cutting it. Bally’s is under $30 a month, which I’m sure I can afford if I budget right. Lying in bed in Washington Heights watching TV and eating my ex-roommate’s cooking has pushed my weight over 200lbs!
Subsequently, I’ve generated minimal interest from the porn industry out here, which is fine. It would kill my mother. Everyone else in this town looks like they do porn for a living though. Even the grungy guys that don’t work out are skinny and fine. I keep undressing people with my eyes and it’s gotta stop. I’ve attracted the attention of a very straight-acting man on the sets. He’s gorgeous. We have a running joke about a certain soft drink. He’s cool, whether he’s straight or no t. Still not sure yet….
I’m still amazed I haven’t been plugging into my nano. Still too fascinated with this place. I worked at Paramount the other day and it was wild. My ex-roommate was watching Day Of The Locust while I was filming on the movie’s original lot! We were 1950′s photographers snapping away at a dolled-up Sally Kirkland as she dreamily descended upon the red carpet. Her name was Mae and we were all a figment of the main character’s imagination. A hallucination. I had one of those old-time cameras where you have to replace the bulb every time it flashes. “Hey Mae! Look over here, Mae!” I was shouting, feeling like I was in Sunset Boulevard popping bulbs at a blond Norma Desmond. Fucking glorious.
