Sharon Needles in Dallas!!

I love 21+ Crowds!! Everyone’s Adult for the most part. And If not we can take it outside and handle up like “Men”. Thankfully, Push didn’t come to shove the night Sharon Needles was back in Dallas @ It’ll Do’s dance club/hole in the wall! Before Sharon took the stage, I couldn’t help but knotice this big ass DoucheBag that looked oh-so familiar. Then it hit me! So I whispered loudly to my only friend in the club, Jesse, “That’s the “Alcoholic” from A-List Dallas!”… Needless to say, Jesse wasn’t amused…

The night went on and Sharon took the stage. I forget the chronological order of things(thank-you xanax) but some how she went from a Dr.s lab coat, to a “Lady of the Night of the living Dead” outfit that would of make Elvira blush! And finally to an orange leotard with a confederate X; along with elbow length gloves, and fishnets as well! The asshole who was taking pictures for people W/ Sharon at a booth, totaly fucked me over as the photo’s not even on my photo reel. So when her ‘handelers’ were saying “Its time for Sharon To leave” I was like FUCK NO IT AINT! So as Sharon stood up to leave, I told her “Hey, Im the loser whos flash didnt go off” So she grabbed the phone and started clicking away! About 6 or 7 pics of an angle no one else in the place gotta shot of, aside from me and Jesse!                 

             When that was over, I decided to give her a purse. I was going to give her some Vintage Chanel Gold Clip-ons, but Im too attached, and she never replied to my tweet asking if she was a fan of Vintage Chanel. But she truely is a busy Lady so I digress…         

I seen her again outside waiting next to the valet booth. Thank God, the valets at that place have no fucking clue about being prompt, so again, I had another chance to interact with the Queen! Sharon was asking anyone for a Cigarette but she was addressing a crowd full of squares so of course they had no smokes! Lucky little me, on the other hand, saved my last cigarette (half smoked, mind you) for after the show. When I heard Sharon asking for a smoke, without hesitation I handed her mine, and light it up for her as well. Upon doing so, she engaged me in conversation! As if noone was around us. Just straight on eye to eye contact. I said something along the lines of Pittsburgh via Dallas. Then I remembered hearing this wonderful piece on NPR about how every year on his birthday people leave gifts on Andy Warhol’s tombstone, so I bring it up to Sharon. Without skipping a beat, Sharon says “Devine’s tombstone is where its at! You want to see crazy? Check out the shit people leave on that bitches tombstone!” Followed by her awesome cackle!!

Oh Sharon Needles, You made my night you spooky bitch. As you hopped in that turquoise Range Rover, I couldnt help but think, “There is no way in Hell those assholes would have anything to do with a person like Sharon”, in the real world anyways!” Next time, Ill be talking about my interaction with Amanda Lepore as shell be in Dallas in a couple weeks. Untill then, Happy Halloween Bitches!! 

Other voices Other rooms...

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, 
and love having no geography, knows no boundaries:

Weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: 
And why not? 

Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person's nature; 

Only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, 
emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, 
mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads 
to hell...


I love you Truman...

Dream a lil dream with me...

I was in a building from my past,

trying to go to sleep. Tryed to make my self comfortable but couldnt because i just couldnt seem to get the angle of the fan right. No matter how many times i tried. That should have been my hint.



I happened uppon an old phone, wich also happened to be fully charged.

He called me asking where i was, that he was near my old house and wanted to see me.

In attempting to give dirrections, i only failed a-hand-full-of-times.

My father was there, so i gave him the phone

only for him to arrive shortly after.


We fixed up. We laughed, talked about the oh- so -common things in life.

meandering in the hot Texas heat

stumbling about

in dirrections we both knew where too scary to actually open our eyes for

...cowards.


This is my idea of fun.


~Enter jesse gonzales and Desiree Martinez, from only God knows where.

They ask if we would like a puff of some better. Im also asked to roll it up.

I try to coax my hands into doing the deed, only to feel as if I have never done this before. That some past life years ago somehow is responsible for me even attempting to do something that now seems so foreign.

Needless to say this "dream" is full of me failing beautifuly, over and over.


Manipulating my imaginary experiences in a dream environment is only fun untill i nolonger

hold the reigns, So is this a lucid dream if i can controll some things in it, only to lose that same controll

a few moments after?

Can it be that the beta-1 frequency pulsating through the parental lobes in my brain is suddenly stopped?


They say the Devil you know is better than the Devil you dont...


At this point in the early morning, before the sun rises before the birds start to sing

when all you can hear is the early morning traffic and toilets flushing in the unit above you.

I think of how I miss him so-

and the reasons why he haunts my dreams...

What happens to me durring the day that i am subconsiously implanting him in my head?

Can i even be the one to blame?

Im not sure of today just as sure as I am not of tomorrow


Listen not to the ramblings of a man whos cast into the outter darkness for we know what resides there.

solitude,

weeping,

and the gnashing of teeth...

Meander in the dark...

 My name is Michael McClary and i live in Dallas, Texas. I am 24 and I enjoy writing. Truth be told, I have always wanted to have my own blog instead of my collection of journals. The only reason i haven't is because with a hard copy of your personal story, you have complete control over who sees it or not. Not so much here... Don't get me wrong, my delusions of grandeur in fact are not grand at all. Even if only a handful of people read here, i will be pleased. With those quaint few in mind, I welcome you to my Blog. If you don't expect much, I wont be able to let you down. So until the next time, Avior un jour béni...

So yeah, I thought I would inclose a quick shot of myself so you can put a face to these words... te vois!