A Handicapped Bitch in Recovery!

The Moaning is Over - The Bitch has moved!

2007-03-14T17:23:00.000-03:00

I know, I know... I tried to stay in touch during the last two months... I´m sorry to make you wait...

Things weren´t easy around here, but I had to kick my own ass and put all my strenght Back on its place... no, I´m not cured, nor joined a religious freaks society, nor started studying Kabalah, I just started a new website:

http://www.mundodeian.com.ar/

see you all there and remember to update your blogrolls!

hugs from the death!

Ian.-

2007-01-27T09:36:00.001-03:00

"Lady SnowBlood" by AlejandraKalnisky

I´m very sick after a severe reaction to my current month quemotherapy session. It took me to ER for two days. I´m not going into details, I´m just gonna say I´m devastated...

I know you all will understand.
I don´t think I could blog anytime soon.
i´m sending all my love for those who are still fighting.

I´m not acting a Drama Diva role here, it´s just that I dunno what to say anymore.

hugs

Ian

2007-01-22T18:27:00.000-03:00

The "End-of-the-World Station", where the "Fueguian South Railway" arrives is in the outskirts of the city of Ushuaia, 8 kilometers west, in a valley between Mt Susana and Le Martial range, along the banks of the Pipo River. Also known as "End-of-the-World Train", its attractiveness is due not only to its elegance and style, but also to its historical context. On this train, the inmates of the erstwhile "Ushuaia Prison" -a penitentiary which is intimately related to the development of this attractive and picturesque southern city- were transferred to their forced labor camps. The narrow-gauge railway is propelled by steam engines and has at present elegantly ornamented wagons.

Today, a visit to the "End-of-the-World Train", will enable the tourist to learn about the history of Tierra del Fuego, Ushuaia, its prison (wich will have thhe DIVA attntion on my next post) and what once used to be the prison train. Dazzling landscapes with snow-covered mountains, rivers, lakes, cascades and virgin forests in the Andes Cordillera, are all to be found in this unique trip, which lasts barely over two hours.

Once in the Central Station, there is a model of the "Prisoners' Little Train" and you may take one of the old paths used by the prisoners decades ago to provide the community with wood. Besides travelling through centenarian forests, rivers, valleys and peat mosses of great beauty, the journey includes a stop at La Macarena Fall, from where you may either go down to an indian camp typical of one of the four aborigine communities that inhabited Tierra del Fuego since immemorial times, or climb up to the source where the cascade originates in Le Martial range.

Traveling along the meandering Pipo River the train goes through areas which still show the trace left by the prisoners on their daily routine of cutting down trees for almost half a century of uninterrupted work. On certain assigned days during the high season, after going round the edge of the peat moss, typical of Tierra del Fuego, over which grows a moss called Sphagnum, the train arrives at the "Park Station", where you can enjoy a meal or a drink at the "bar wagon" and use the restrooms available in specially furnished wagons.

The whole journey is done in the company of a bilingual guide (English-Spanish) who explains in detail the history of the "Prisoners' Train".La Macarena fall Station after a sudden Snow storm.

Mountain Tea House

2007-01-18T19:27:00.000-03:00

Ushuaia has the southernmost (everything on this place gets that adjetive) Tea house of the world and, even before I arrived I knew about their famous chocolate delicities... And it didn´t matter if I had to climb a whole mountain to get there, I had to try them!!!

Well, we didn´t have to climb... but this cute "rolling stoned road" was a real pain in the ass to walk with my cane (I only walk on yellow bricks, this was oh-so-new to me!)

Indeed, the pastreys and their hot chocolate were amazing!

what???? did you think that I was actually ordering tea????

The HANDICAP POWER reached the Great Glaciar

2007-01-16T16:03:00.000-03:00

The great glaciar Perito Moreno, one of he World Natural Wonders, located in Santa Cruz - Argentina, is one of the most wonderfu travel destinations in the planet.
This endless block of ice has the size of the whole Buenos Aires city and was truly another amazing stop of my trip.

To get the greatest view of the glaciar you must descend a 1000ft. catwalk (stairs included) with absolutelly nop disability access (yeah, I´m still bitching about it).
It was a big challenge, but worth the effort. You can see my wave to the National Park Administration on the last picture.

More Ushuaia!

2007-01-12T17:48:00.000-03:00

I´m back!!!!!!
What a trip!... just amazing, full of surprises and wonderful landscapes.

Ushuaia is certainly "the" place to visit at this time of the year, not only because of its nice weather but also because the days are longer than ever (the sun goes down around 11pm and it raises at 3am) and that means more hours of fun visiting the most exotic locations at the "End of the World".

I was so surprised to find so much history and curiosities related with such a far-away place... as soon as I get my memory card back (I accidentally left it behind, and now, while I´m waiting for it to be shipped, I could only rescue a few of the 1453 pictures I took) I´ll be showing pics and sharing memories of this unique trip of dreams...

Let´s start with a few...

THE WONDERFUL "HOTEL DEL GLACIAR"

Hotel del Glaciar is an exclusive five-star located at the base of secluded Martial Glacier, overlooking breath-taking scenery of the Beagle Channel and the majestic Andes.

It was very nice to end one of those endless afternoons having Coffe Specials at its bar while whatching the white mountain tops mixed with the iced water of the Bay.

The fire corner, with its views of natural beauty, creates the perfect atmosphere to enjoy intimate afternoon teas or great variety of cocktails at sundown.

A place to regret not to have the one you love with you to embrace him.

An outside view from the Hotel

Another curiosity: How in gay hell this London Bus got here?????????

This is the exhibit of how delicious the Southern chocolate pastreys and cakes are...

Note: This website accepts donations for the Complex liposuction required to get rid of the fat gained around my belly and ass areas. Thank you.

The End Of The World (first images)

2007-01-03T13:32:00.000-03:00

Yes, we finally arrived on December 31st afternoon(!) ready to have a New Year´s Eve Feast after flying for hours.

The fist sight you take of Ushuaia from the air is a magnificent view of huge green mountains (yeah, green, I also thought there were no trees downhere), for those who remember the first Jurassic Park movie, the view is similar to the one on the scene where the helicopter approches the island... a wonderful paradise.

Another unespected surprise is the weather...

Not THAT cold, actually, at this time of the year, you can even get a nice tan from this southern sun (not recommended because we are almost under the Ozone hole).

Going out with a hat, sunglases and a sweter it´s all you need to deal with the temperatures here. (Be sure to add a cover or poncho to deal with sudden cold winds and ice-like showers and you are done!)

Note: I´m not posting pictures with my poncho on!

Dad and Me posing in front of THE SOUTHERNMOST POST OFFICE IN THE PLANET!

I took the chance to send a few postcard from it, I thought it was a nice touch.

I neeed to get a HANDICAPPED POWER PICTURE with that background.

So much more to come... internet here is not very good to post much, but i´ll try... someone asked for some penguins, I heard...

Bloggyversary and The End of the World...

2006-12-30T19:04:00.000-03:00

Two years ago, on a very boring New Year´s Eve, getting through the first stages of a "weird" ilness (that stayed until today), being trapped in what I thought it was a lil´broken but happy 3 years old marriage (stoopid me) living again on my parent´s (cuz of my ilness) and spending more hours than the ones I had sitting in front of a screen... I started a blog.

This lil spot on the cyberspace once called "Welcome to my Soul" soon became a truly two-way highway where info and feelings were running fast-speed back and forth all the way from the outside world to the bottom of my heart.

Happyness, love, fears, challenges... they are all here. My love, I found it here too, we´ve met through our blogs and got married on Florida last March. My friends, several of them foreign bloggers. My plays, I had the chance to share details and pics of every opening night. My fears, every new step on my treatments, every fall... it´s all here.

Back then I didn´t know I was going to find so much love, beyond the "hits" I got on my stasts... I didn´t know I would have so many friends... I didn´t know I would have so many partners on this long wicked road... on that life that was about to change...forever.
THANK YOU!!!!!!

Tomorrow I´m flying to Antartica to celebrate New Year´s Eve at The End of The World and, of course, you all will be there with me while raising my glass on the tost.

Love!

and, again, THANKS!

Ian Ivy du Bois

Happy Birthday Countess!

2006-12-28T16:50:00.000-03:00

Today one of the most wonderful woman on earth is celebrating her Birthday...

No fools, it´s NOT Madonna, it´s the Blingalicious Countess Bedelia.

Everyday I thank fate for giving me the joy of being surrounded by amazing people.

You are used to hearing me refer to them as ANGELS, but she is A GIFT.

I love you Maureen
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

After the Nightmare... The Xmas tree...

2006-12-27T14:09:00.000-03:00

Well, actually before the xmas nightmare was over, we sat around the table to have a umh... feast and open presents...

Mariano, my lil´bro, is helping me to open my present...

what did Santa brought me this year?
Have I been a good boy?...

My eyes can´t believe what they´re seeing!

No, it can´t be...

A MY LITTLE PONY DOLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*BLUSH*

I´ve been dreaming of those
multicolor
glittered
long-rainbow-haired
little horses since I realized I was gay!

(I think I was 4 years old then)

So...

Dear Santa,
Thank you so much for making my childhood dream come true.
I promise you I´ll try to do my best to be a Good Boy next year.

Give my hugs to Mrs. Claus, the elf, Rudolph and the rest of the reindeers.
x x x
Ian.-

PS. Do you still have any Barbie´s Dreamhouse left?

A Xmas Nightmare...

2006-12-25T22:52:00.000-03:00

EXTRACTED FROM AN EMAIL I JUST SENT TO ALEXIS:

"Yesterday afternoon another huge sudden storm came up from nothing. It was very scary, and - again - I had problems with the roof on my room... But sleeping with water drops around my bed was not the biggest p`roblem I had to deal with...

Suddnly a huge (huuuuuugeeeee) thunder fell nearby the house (remember my neighbourhood is located near the forest, a few miles away from the airport area) and, though I had protection on almost every electric goods we have, the electric shock was so big that my DSL Modem was (literally) BURNED.

So we got up this morning and drove by every single computer store we remembered to get a new one (they musyt be no more expensive than DLS150) but, on xmas eve, everything was close.

And we ended up on the evil empire... Yes...WAL*MART,,, ON XMAS EVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Too crowded, too crazy, too stupid... And worst, they didn´t have any Modems left (who´s kid in the fuck´s sake asks Santa-fucking-Claus a modem for xmas??? ...

We ended up (after more hours than the ones I dare to count) borrowing a modem from a neighbour, who kindly gave up the idea of being on line during xmas.

Not the end of this dilemma, that modem didn´t work either... It seems that not only my DSL modem was burned by this thunder ray... But also the DSL company had problems of their own...(I feel like living in CALCUTA!)

So not only I must buy a new Modem but also I have to wait for the company to fix everything...

And all during xmas weekend (no stores, no customer support, no nothing)

I´m using now a stupid and VERY SLOWWWWWWWWW free dial up service that only allowds me to send this email and a few VERYYYYYYY FEWWWWWW other lil´things...

At least the air conditioning is still working (thank god! Its 96ºf out there!!!!!)

And remember my family is DRIVING all the way to antartica next Tuesday...(I´m leaving on a plane to met them there on the 31st morning)

So im freaking out thinking that the hell im gonna do in the house, with my grandma (the bitch one, she will be staying with me during these days)

And without Internet!!!!!!!!! I wanna cryyyyyyyyyyyyyy

I´ll try to be on line as long as I can but I doubt if I could talk by skype with this SLOWWWWWWW dial up service... Butwe can still chat on msn!"

2006-12-22T19:46:00.000-03:00

Happy Chemo Day everyone!!!

2006-12-19T01:15:00.000-03:00

TODAY IS MY MONTHLY CHEMOTHERAPY SESSION...

I guess I´ll be drowned on a NARCOLEPTIC ocean again. But with this kind of crap you can never know.
In the meantime, enjoy this bounch of pictures Mom took the other night after Teo and I fell asleep on the living room´s floor while watching TV.

oh gawd! I can never had enough of this dog! He is such a good company... even when I´m sleeping!!!

The story behind the Pictures

2006-12-16T14:22:00.000-03:00

Have you seen the pics on my last post?
Hell no, I´m not doing drag shows, nor became a nun... Those pictures were part of a set we created for this year´s San Telmo Festival in the heart of old BA neighbourhood.

Every year, for the aniversary of its particular flee market, San Telmo celebrates a wonderful and "unique" festival where Tango&Theatre are the Great Divas.

For this occasion, the stands in the flee market performs on a staging contest, where the mayor challenge is to come up with a new "original" idea, and we are talking about the most creative people in the BA art world.

The Contest consists in creating a "stage" using the Flee Market Stand space, this means picking up a "theme" and build a structure using a 6 x 4 feets spopt. This way, the Flee Market turns into a beautiful exhibition and its members, in full costume, becomes very sspecial pieces of a funny "freak Show".

This way, year after year the constestants performances are more sofisticate and the challenge (I love that word) of coming up with new ideas gets harder and harder...

For those of you who don´t remember, HERE is the link to my last year´s post about it, where I breafilly tell the story of how I was invited to write and direct a play for this contest.

What I never told you is that spoof of Helen of Troy got the first place and a Golden Medal(!!!) so this year I was again invited to be part of it.

I was going to be in Miami by the time this contest would be taking place so we tried to get all details done by then... and we did.

We created a 1920´s scenario where, during one of those endless mob wars, Billy Joe, a very famous criminal, known as "THE MAN OF A THOUSAND FACES" had scaped from Jail not before swering he would take revenge of the ones who betrayed him.

This stage had a huge fraim with the diff´rent "faces" he was portraited with... showing how impossible was to recognice him because of his awesome costume& make-up talent.

...of course, the joke was he appears with almost tjhe same "face" on each picture.

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"The unrecognizeable Billy Joe, a story of crime" got the Golden Medal on November 19th and also won the first prize.

My team became Second Year Consecutive Winner...

yes, you can clap now...

...

2006-12-14T08:28:00.000-03:00

A Gay Hero?

2006-12-11T15:02:00.000-03:00

You all know by now about my pathological devotion for NBC´s sci-fi drama HEROES.
So you must underestand my surprise about this new polemic decision of "streighten up" one of its characters.

Apparently, to have a gay rol is not a good thing for NBC... While the character ZACK (played by Thomas Dekker) was concived as a high school gay teenager, Dekker´s Managers started to pressure Heroes´ writting team to make him "straight".

Here´s the link to a very interesting articule about this crap.

And here´s the scene the articule is talking about:

November 20th episode of Heroes (titled “Homecoming”) Claire and Zach are walking through school when a rival cheerleader says something about Claire taking the “gay-boy” to the Homecoming dance, and that maybe he should be the one wearing the tiara. Claire punches the girl in the face, knocking her out cold.
Later in the episode, Zach climbs into Claire's window to encourage her to go to the Homecoming dance, despite being grounded. When she asks if he wants to be her date, he says he can't, for “millions of reasons”. He then launches into a heart-to-heart that is both encouraging to gay teens and incredibly frustrating in its refusal to commit.

Claire asks if he can't be her date because of what the other cheerleader said, and Zach says that he doesn't care what she said, that he knows who he is and is proud of it. He's more worried about Claire, who can't come to terms with her own “otherness”. He says, “You've got to embrace your inner freak … the only thing you'll regret is denying who you really are.”

Many viewers took that exchange as Zach's coming out.

The Man in my Room...

2006-12-06T02:25:00.000-03:00

As most of you know, when the first symptoms of my illness came up two and a half years ago, i was forced to move back to my parents´ house. Before then I was enjoying the pleasures of a three-year-rotten-marriage in a very snob beautiful apartment, a half block from everything, in the heart of B A Downtown.

No matter how traumatic the things I was getting through were , the biggest shock was to find myself living again in my old room, a room that had been completelly redecorated by Lucas (Stupid Brother) who had been living there for four years since I first moved out.

One of the things he had brought to my room was a huge portrait of a fisherman (???)

WTF???

I started asking everyone in the house where the hell that thing had came from ´couse, secreatelly, I knew I had seen it somewhere before...

This piece of art was hanging on one of my aunt´s walls when I was a lil´kid. It´s one of the first pieces made by Ofelia V, my aunt´s mother in law who has become a very well known artist nowadays.

Believe it or not, it is made by stitching Needlepoint and its scary the way she managed to capture that expression on his eyes with only a few colored cords and a needle...

The piece is untitled, and its from 1963, now proudly shown in my bedroom, at the top of my bed... a man with no name, a Guardian of my dreams...

Finally!

2006-12-03T22:17:00.000-03:00

I bought a AC System for my bedroom!!!!!!

As I wrote to my hubby this morning:

"ok, I´m broke again, but just the thought of avoiding BA January and febrary´s heat makes me feel like a millionaire"

and the bes thing is you won´t read me ranting about this , this or this anymore!

(Thank you Alexis, Thank you Keith, Thank you Peter)

PS, "I miss you"

Crazyness Never Ends...

2006-11-29T01:03:00.000-03:00

We finally (after several attempts) had our End Season Dinner with the kids of the cast.

And, of course, they were all there to cellebrate another year of success with this company.
It was, indeed, a very good year for all of as (regarding to our play and "other stuff")

What a blast we had! with desserts they got several gifts, including a copy of their play recordings and not-too-big but considerable bonuses.

But as we all (mischivious bitches) know...LIFE´S NOT FAIR

So, to get those gifts, they had to get through several steps (torture), such as "create a human machine" (pictures) or "create a song using the chorus of (insert popular song here) telling the stoy of (insert subject here)"

No need to mention they all went home full of presents.

They are young, talented and very creative...

and we are EVIL!

NOOOOOOOOOOO, I´M NOOOOOOOOT GOING!!

2006-11-25T22:41:00.000-03:00

SHAKIRA has finaly arrived to Buenos Aires in another attempt to contaminate the world (and its poor habitants´ears) with her hedious music and her horrible voice (not to mention her ridiculous accent) and it seems half of this city had just lost its mind.

Since this weekend started, 8 diff´rent people came up to me with the question:

"are you going to Shakira´s concert?"

HELL NO!!

I hate her, I think her voice is awfull, and no matter how "spectacular-Spectacular" her show could be, there´s nothing in the world that could make me sit for two hours listening to that lamb-vibratto...

No fucking way!

This is a lil´taken of this Tour. what do you think?

THE END OF THE WORLD

2006-11-22T17:30:00.000-03:00

This New Year´s Eve I´m flying down to "The End of the World" to attend a ´Unique´cellebration at the world´s southernmost civiliced place in the globe, the Wonderful Ushuaia.

Ushuaia, the southernmost city of the world, is the capital of the province of Tierra del Fuego, Antártida and South Atlantic Islands.

Situated on the border of the Beagle Canal and surrounded by the Mounts Martial, this city offers a unique landscape in Argentina made up of mountains, sea, glaciers and woods.

Its capricious topography has generated an extremely picturesque city that combines colours and unevenness with the silhouette of the Andes Mountain Range as background. it is important to note the building contrast between the modern constructions and the wooden houses with gabled sheet metals that give it a particular characteristic.

Its climate, in spite of its geographical situation, is not as severe as it seems, since both the mountains and the sea soften it. In winter, the snowy landscape changes its physiognomy. There are several winter centres for the practice of cross-country skiing; and in the central part of Mount Castor, Alpine skiing can be practised.

The summer season is ideal for the adventure tourism activities such as trekking, horseback riding, mountain byke, sporting fishing and the most astounding tours along the Beagle Canal, Cape Horn and even the Argentine Antártida. During this season, several cruises reach the port of Ushuaia bringing numberless groups of tourists willing to meet all these attractions.

The city comprises a very good lodging and gastronomic infrastructure, where you can try the traditional fueguina spider crab surrounded by the frame of a prodigious nature.

The Ferraros family is hosting a NewYear´s feast and nobody wants to miss that...

The landscapes are a dream-come-true, as their culinary treasures & pastreys.

One of the main atractions is this lil´island. It´s lighthouse is worldwide known as "El Faro del Fin del Mundo" (The End of the World Lighthouse) and its the last thing built in the continent before the Southern Pole. Beyond this point... ANTARTICA.

So get your fur coats and fasten your belts cuz THE BITCH IS GOING SOUTH!!!

A New Angel

2006-11-19T03:03:00.000-03:00

Oh yes... I know the ones who have been following this site since the beginning are rolling their eyes after reading the title of this post...

Yes, there´s a new Angel flying around me, but this time I won´t end up marrying him as I did with the last one.

Colin entered my life as "just another reader", a comment, a link, an email address and then (you know how it is) an endless email exchange that showed me, one more time, how great and generous Internet can be.

I won´t make a list of all the things C and this Bitch found they have in common (besides being both so fucking sexy), or how many times a few words spelled on a note made me smile and forget the bitterness of a not-so-simple episode of my everyday fight.

During my last trip to Florida (thanks to Mark&Louis birthday present) his text messages followed me all the time and my replies ("KEEP SMILING" ) were another loveable "touch" this wonderful trip had.

What can I say about Colin?
Imposible to find the right words to describe an Angel (I´m still trying to define Alexis) but for all of you out there, just consider the fact that he won a place on my chorus, and if you really know me, then you underestand how important this lil´man from Houston has become in my life.

He just adopted a Handicapped Bitch for himself (a lovely three-leg Chihuaua called Anne Marie) and admitted to had become another "HEROES" Fan...

...Let´s face it, Colin... you are desperatelly in love with me!

C has a very interesting blog "A'int it Funny How?", makes his own wine, has been beaten by a drunk girl twice, and is one of the brains behind www.onlythefabulous.com, a growing on-line community I have the honor of being part of.

Oh yes... He is one of those guys who enters your life witouth knocking the door...

...those you never want to leave...

A Satin-Healed Disappointment

2006-11-15T21:02:00.000-03:00

Tonight I finally watched Sofia Coppola´s Marie Antoinette.

Since we firts heard of the making of this movie, Alexis and I were looking forward to watch it, we even talked about going to the theatre together during my stay in Florida (of course we never made it, there were too many events to attend and so lil´time) .

Well... after almost a year and a half of espectations I was able to watch a copy of this film at home... and now my wrists are bleeding...

Fucking Sophie!... did you have to turn one of the most fascinating moments in world history into a XVIII century version of Big Brother???????????

The movie ended up being the most boring two hour (feels like 4) fashion show/costume parade I´ve ever seen, I hated it... (as I hate the need of turning your sight from the screen to the watch several times during a film.)

I´m so sad!
This could have been a wonderful movie!
production is impecable, so does the photography (except for those hedious blured scenes)
The cast is not always brilliant or no brilliant at all (except for the Dunst Girl, who´s acting I admired since "Interview with the Vampire")

The screenplay... horror, the music, worst, the dialogues, poor and the Direction was WRONG WRONG WRONGGGGGGGG and that´s a capital sin in this case...

...after all we are talking about MARIE ANTOINETTE.

As I said, Costume and Set Design are IM-PE-CA-BLE but they ´re not enough to waste two hours of your life.

Teo

2006-11-15T02:26:00.000-03:00

Big Boy!

Ian´s Belated B.Day Party a la South Beach

2006-11-11T18:01:00.000-03:00

Everytime I say that I had no idea about the plans of having a Birthday celebration in Florida after a month of my real birthday date, I get "the eye" from my skeptic friends. But it is the truth!

While I was getting ready for my oh-so-expected trip to Miami Beach, emails were flying between South Beach and Transylchusetts, plotting about this surprise and even exchanging photos of potential locations.

It was until The day before my flight that I´ve been told I was about to have "another" B.Day Party and, of course, couldn´t say no (as if I wanted to!)

Alexis picked up the phone and voilá! Twist opened their ´infamous´ Bungalow Bar just for Us.

In most of the cases it was my first chance to see again most of my friends in the US, that added a the feeling of a delicious scent spreaded all over the the room. n thepicture above,, Countess Bedelia is welcoming me with a hug while Bennet smiles in the background.

Princess Ileanna von Hollandaise

Just bebore the Gifts openning, I had the honor of being awarded with the hereditarily-purchased title of Princess Ilana von Hollandaise by The Court assembled and The "gracious" Countess duBarry as the Master of Ceremony (a.k.a. Fairy Godmother).

Sillyness is such a great thing when it becomes a way of living!

As long as we don´t get adicted to it...

A lavish grilled lunch was hosted by That Pimpernel, our Swiss banker, Chris

The Countess and Alexis helped me to openthe presents, THEY WERE FAAAAAAAAABULOUS!!!!!!

HALLOWEEN 2006 - South Beach, Fl

2006-11-08T21:38:00.000-03:00

After a very turbulent 8 1/2 hours flight (and after 12 hours of sleep) I am finally home and able to post again.

This trip was fabulous in every aspect I could think of... it was full of fun, love, great friends, great parties, and above all things... MADNESS!

It was really hard for us to stay in one piece being trapped between so many events in the Lalaland of Joy and endless cocktails... Alexis and I almost fainted away after ten days of non-stop gatherings, but let me tell ya, love&fun is the greatest medicine a handicapped boy could get.

The main Event of this trip was the Amazing Save Dade´s Halloween Ball at the Miami Childrens Museum.
"The Family" got together the day before with huge boxes and suitcases contaigning the most wonderful costumes a party like this ($150 a ticket)required.

Our choice (Alexis´ idea) was a noble tribute to WHATEVER HAPENED TO BABY JANE? where I performed the abused Blanche Hudson (Joan Crawford) and my beloved husband (kicking, slapping and "abusing" me) performed a lil´over weighted BABY JANE HUDSON (Bette Davis)

As you all can see in this pictures, details were everywhere, since the ice-cream cones Jane has in the end of the movie...

...TO the rat.
Here´s part of "The Family" posing on a huge shell.
From L to R: Ian Ivy (Blanche Hudson), Alexis duBois (Jane Hudson), Peter duBarry (La Maja), Mark (Fallen Angel) and The Countess Bedelia (as Herself)

THE BIG SURPRISE

It was shocking to see the cover of the Miami Herald one morning... everyone in Ssouth Beach was talking about it. It seems one of the Thousands pictures we made that night at the ball was for The Miami Herald... AND WE GOT THE COVER!!!!!!!!!!!

The text to the left read: "Ian Ivy (left) and Alexis duBois reenact a scene from the movie, "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" during SAVE Dade's annual Halloween extravaganza Saturday at Miami Children's Museum on Watson's Island."

"The Family"

2006-10-25T00:50:00.000-03:00

As you all know by now, this friday I´m joining "The Family" in South Beach to attend to several Halloween events and to deal with the threats and dangers of a very organized Gay Mob (yes, that thing they call "court intrigue") .

Fortunatelly, I wont be alone with my silver cane, my husband (all dressed in a Baby Jane dress) already got a safe haven for us to be protected (yes, a hidden room behind a liquor store - so clever!).
Rumour says the Great Countess Bedelia herself is placing her gangboys (Brian&Bennet) around her gardens, conspiracing to get the biggest amount of drink tickets (Florida currency) before her arrival.

oh... it will be fun...

crazy, but fun!

ONE REASON WHY I LOVE MADTV

2006-10-22T01:26:00.000-03:00

I love this show!

2006-10-18T21:07:00.000-03:00

I love HEROES, it´s a terrific show.
The opening was the night of my birthday and a half hour (or less) minutes lates, the chapter was availeable to download (on the darkest corners of the p2p crimeboards).

Since that night, my friend Guillo and I became the (only?) two argentinian fans of this show, waiting every week for the following 30 minutes after the show when the files start to come up on the downleable lists.

I can´t remember the last time I felt so crazy about a tv show and I gotta admit I can´t wait to see it showing in my country, everyone who watched it at my house went wild and I really don´t know why it´s not on here yet.

Here´s NBC´s official trailer:

And HERE´S my HEROES infatuation: Adrian Pasdar.
I first met Pasdar back in 1996 when he starred PROFIT, an amazing 8 episodes mini-series about an ambicious and mercyless yuppi scum trying to succed in Manhattan.

Since then, he´s been part of several tv shows and movies but, for me, he will always be Jim Profit. (and a loveable memory of my youth)

Teo

2006-10-17T14:14:00.000-03:00

Yesterday the family decided to go out and enjoy the wonderful springtime weather we have in Buenos Aires right now. I always say that September and October are the only nice months to live here.
We took Teo to a park and he loved it, oh I wish I could take him with me to Florida...

ok, I need to stop writting now, he just came into my room holding a ball on his mouth... and that means he wants to play... AGAIN!

see ya letah!

Robbie Williams, a night to remember...

2006-10-15T18:08:00.000-03:00

And The Bitch finally went to the concert.

Monumental Rivert Plate Stadium(sold out) 65.000 souls, fireworks lights and Robbie Williams performing an amazing two hours show.

It was a great party, everyone in the audience was singing along all the hits (eventhe TAKE THAT songs)

He even stayed after the show, singing songs ´acapella´The audience almost died and kept asking for more!

Claudia and I went to the stadium early so we could get the greatest place availeable (There were no seats near the stage, only stand-up locations) There was a spot specially reserved for handicapped people but it was placed too far from the stage (near the Bathrooms, ewwwwwww), so we decided to get through the crowd with the wheelchair... AND WE DID GET CLOSE TO THE STAGE!!.

People think I´m crazy, but I had a wonderful night with a crowd jumping and dancing, singing and screaming, surpriseed to have a guy on a wheelchair between them, but happy to know we were all having fun!

and I will never regret it.

IT´S OFFICIAL!!

2006-10-13T02:29:00.000-03:00

yaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!
I´m going to cellebrate Halloween in South Beach with my Husband!!

We´ve been developing this plot since my birthday but now the Tickets have arrived I finally dared to spread the word.

I´ll keep you all updated about this wonderful trip that will allow me to meet all my friends again (The Gracious Countess Bedelia, My cousin Officer Brian and his Adorable bf Benett are joining us from Massachussets to attend the Save Dade Halloween Ball) and, of course, to enjoy the embrace of my kind, handsome and above all things "hype" husband, Alexis.

Another surprise is to finally meet my Sister in law, The Countess duBarry from Newport who will also visit Florida during my trip.

I´m so Happy!!!!!!!!!!

PS. Chris, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

Dying in espectation

2006-10-11T01:25:00.000-03:00

This saturday is the oh-so-espected ROBBIE WILLIAMS concert and, as you know, I´m just dying to see this wonderful show and I still can´t believe I got the tickets.
Here´s a lil´video of the AMAZING opening of the show.
Enjoy it!

Wild wild week

2006-10-07T19:44:00.000-03:00

It is not easy to accept that, after month of working, The Play is finally "playing".

It was a hit, and, as I wrote a few days ago, it´s such an honor and a priviledge to witness this group of kids growing up as artists.

I know one day they will look back and, while remembering the greatests moments of their lives, this week, and my face, will certainly come up in their thoughts.

I´SO PROUD OF THEM!

Gabrielle.

Mom and the Bitch after the show

on thursday a school bought 300 seats for their kinder and first level pupils.

we gave them a private show.

They loved it!

After the show, the cast jumped off the stage to talk and take photos with the children...

did I ever tell you how much I HATE CHILDREN?

OPENING NIGHT

2006-10-02T22:11:00.000-03:00

SUNDAY OCTOBER 1st.
"LA COMPANIA" THEATRE - Buenos Aires, Argentina.
"El Reino de los Tres Sueños" (The Three Dreams Kingdom) Opening Show
SOLD OUT

"El Reino de los Tres Sueños" tells the story of three kids who find a box burried in the backyard...

The box contains the clues to find a door to a kingdom where the Queen, a wise, crazy, funny and mischevious woman, is famous because she has the ability of making people´s dreams come true...

This musical adventure will take these kids (Tomas, Caroline and Lucy) to the Queen´s court where they will have to convince her about how important their dreams are... touching this woman´s heart will be the only way to make them come true...

or is there another way?

"It´s easy to believe in magic, but I´m no Magician, I don´t have a magic wound, I´m not Tinkerbell, Magic is just an ilusion...Follow your heart, put your trust to the test and fight for your dreams (..) you gotta be strong, brave, you´ll never loose your hope if you trust your heart (...) the answers are inside you, if you find them, you will find the way to be happy"
The Queen.

The entire cast

Miry Perez (producer) Maku Malanchuck (choreographer) and Me.

teo

2006-09-27T15:51:00.000-03:00


playing on our terrace

Birthday Birthday Birthday so far

2006-09-25T10:03:00.000-03:00

His name is Teo, and it was my first birthday present. My uncle Chris Got him from a couple that is getting divorced and wanted to give him away. Hes a three years old Golden Retriever.

This morning started playing with my New baby

Then, another surprise, at 9.00am. a guy knocked at the door to bring this huge Breakfast Basquet full of delicious pastries and caffeine!!!

The card said:

"To our dear Peter Pan with all our love and devotion on his Birthday, Ian´s Tinkerbells Miri and Maku"

I think I gained at least 12 pounds, but whathahell! IT WAS DELICIOUS!!!

Another surprise, Maria brought me the top of the cake...

No, that´s NOT me!!!

ok, it is...

Midnight HOME REHEARSALL

2006-09-22T10:52:00.000-03:00

Due to next monday last recording at the studio (yes, it seems I´ll be FORCED to work on my BIRTHDAY!) the kids came last night for a Choir final rehearsall (The opening of the play will be October 1st).

They arrived somewhere around 9pm and we had dinner, gossip and lots of fun.

Working time came right afterwards when we all came into my room and stayed there untill 1.30am. YES! THAT´S THE WAY YOU WORK WHEN YOU ARE DIRECTED BY A BITCH!

They were terrific... it is such a pleasure to see them growing as artists. I´m so proud of them now (yes, it is the same group that was called "Tory Spelling wannabes" not so long ago...)

My kids... I love them (though some times they make me want to stick my cane up their asses!)

RECORDING MADNESS

2006-09-20T03:43:00.000-03:00

First of all, I wanna say I´m sorry of being out of blogging for more than a week, but I had another quemotheraphy session last wednesday and its consequences (dizyness, vomits, headaches, etc) are making myself all crappy even today (7 days later).

But "show must go on, Satine" and even though I was feeling like a piece of some abused toilet paper, I had to keep working and yesterday I locked myself with the kids in the recording studio again so we could finish our work on the songs for the play.

of course, we never finished it (today we are going there again) but we had so much fun, doing what we love to do: ACT LIKE A BUNCH OF FREAKS

After several hours of a work-a-holic behaviour no wonder why I came up like that on this pic.

"fool...fool...fool"

Mom having a Rocking moment...

Posing with Gladys

Bitching Gladys...

Checking results with the Producer.

The Endless Night Chronicles:"Hooked up on a Straight restaurant"

2006-09-11T01:48:00.000-03:00

Here we go again with another Buenos Aires Endless Night Chronicle.

This time: Miri´s Bday at Moliere.

Moliere is a very popular restaurant in the heart of San Telmo (The neighbourhood famous because of Tango and antique stores - read more HERE). One of the most peculiar things about this place is that after dinner (around 1.00am) they remove all tables and reopen their doors as a Discoteque.

When the girls of the cast decided to celebrate Miri (The Producer)´s birthday on a place like that I rolled my eyes... I didn´t like the idea of ending up stucked with my cane on a chair waiting for a bunch of whores to stop dancing to go back home, but what-tha-hell I said yes.

We had a great time, and enjoyed a very classy Tango show with dancers, singers and orquestra.

With the Bday Girl... No, we were not drunk, we were just answering the question:

"guys, did you like the food?"

As you all noticed I was the only boy on that noisy table... my ears still ache!

Maku, her Wilma Flinstone necklace and I.

The Trilogy of Terror:
Producer, Choreographer and Director.

The whore teambefore insanity began.

Annd now: the funny story of the night

When the disco opened, the place was packed with a huge crowd, mostly men (to satisfy my whores´expectations) a wild group of boys approached the ladies and danced with them for hours. I decided to sit on a corner where I enjoyed a full view of all the sins that were taking place on the dancefloor.

Then I noticed that one of these guys was looking at me (Gosh! he was hot!) and I laughed when I saw that the girls were trying to get to him... or to get him.

To my surprise he smiled and came to my corner holding a drink, he yelled (the music was too loud) "why aren´t you dancing with your friends? would you please dance with me?"
I was shocked, and started laughing, I didn´t want to start explaining that I was a clipple and that I certainly can´t dance.

By the moment he tried to sit on the chair next to me, Mary (the blond with curly hair) sat on my lap, hugged me and yelled to the guy "he´s mine".
It was very funny to see this guy´s expression when he stepped back saying "oh, I´m sorry" and went back to his group.

A few hours later we were heading the door, and the guy could see me holding my cane and being assisted to walk, then, while we were walking by him, he smiled and said: "now I undertstand why you were not dancing, remember you own me a dance I know that will happend..."

On the way back to my place, Helen told me he had asked her if I was Mary´s Husband and when she laughed and yelled "oh noooooo" He said he wanted to meet me but he gave up when she told him I was married.

crazy uh? I finally got home around 6am had breakfast and went to bed giggling.

In tha Closet!!

2006-09-08T00:20:00.000-03:00

A Bitch in action!

2006-09-05T21:19:00.000-03:00

This was taken yesterday during the last 10 minutes of a 5 hours rehearsall.
Pay extra attention to my hair while I´m trying to explain one of the actresses how to say "I hate your outfit!"

Enjoy!

NEW HAIR FRIDAY!

2006-09-02T00:59:00.000-03:00

I decided to go 1980´s and now I´m carrying a Highlight Torch on my head... it looks kinda "cheap" (like my "pose" in the second picture), but I love it.

I´m working on the play again, I LOVE TO BE Busy, Busy, Busy!

A new explanation to my last month Depression

2006-08-30T16:13:00.000-03:00

As most of you migth remember, last month I got through the darkest period since my illness started. Several things were blowing up on my face, two trips had to be cancelled because of my health problems and I was tided up to a very invasive and painfull treatment that forced me to stay in-doors for more than I could stand.

And yeah, it happenned, Depression got me and I thought I couldn´t survive...

Oh yes, you think... with all that crap I would be depressed too...

HELL NO!

After a conversation I had yesterday with a doctor, guess what? it seems "depression" is just another "side effect" of the treatment I am getting.
The drug my treatment is based, acts as an Inmune Supressor, this means it causes a "depression" of the Inmune System. This, applyed in the high dosage I´m taking every month, may cause Insomnia, panic attacks, phobia and Anxhiety Disorders (AND depression!)

C´MON!! LET´S LAUGH TOGETHER!!!

Prozac anyone?

Weekend shots

2006-08-28T02:17:00.000-03:00

Still sleepy... as you may notice, the big news is that my face id going back to "normal", the "inflation"caused by the Cortizone side-effects is slowly dissapearing. WHEEEEEEEEEEEE

We went to Vicente Lopez, a lil recreation square by the river, it was nice and warm (first signs of a happy spring up to come...

Fooling around with my lil´brother´s soccer ball.

Ready to join the Gay Handicapped League

Mom´s lil´Monster, Bodoke, "The Uglyest Dog on Earth"

WICKED - Raise of the gay witches

2006-08-22T13:06:00.000-03:00

WICKED "Long before Dorothy dropped in, two other girls meet in the Land of Oz. One, born with emerald-green skin, is smart, fiery and misunderstood. The other is beautiful, ambitious and very popular. How these two unlikely friends end up as the Wicked Witch of the West and Glinda the Good Witch makes for the most spellbinding new Musical in years."

That´s what the official synopsis says, but there is another story behind this wonderful musical that´s untold, and that´d be the huge impact this show has on the new generations of gays all over the world.
What I´m saying:

The Legion of "Friends of Dorothy" belongs to the past now, and all those Judy Garland tapes are long forgotten in a dusty corner by a whole generation of Britneys wannabes.

Doroty is dead, so does Velma Kelly and Roxy Heart... now we have Elphy (Elpheba, The young Wicked Witch of the West) and Galinda (Glinda, a Mattel version of The Good Witch)

Here I brought some examples for you... (thanks youtube!)

First, for the ones who are not familiar with this musical, here´s a performnce of Wicked at the Tony Awards 2003 (it´s not Idina Menzel´s -Elpheba- best performance, but the video quaility is great).
Enjoy!

And now:

THE SHOWTUNE-QUEEN WITCHES FREAK SHOW CONTEST begins!

Our first contestant: Fat boy.

His voice is not thaaaaaaat bad, but if he keeps chosing female roles to sing, he will end up with a cheap wig, high heals, a purse and a tight tshirt saying: "Britney, I love you. Britney"

Here Fat Boy strikes back, this time featuring Outta The Tune Fat Girl. This time you can really apreciate the huge Glinda Wannabe Disorder (GWD) this poor boy has.

Our Next Contestant: I-Think-I-Am-Great-But-I-Sound-Like-An-Hybrid-Between-Jon-Secada-And-A-Sheep Johnny

This is an Elpheba Ricky Martin Wannabe... SIGH!

And now, my favorite: Cutie
Cutie has a great voice and even though he missed a few notes, he´s not bad at all... what really worries me is this umh, trend(?) all new singers come up with, that hedious and forced vibrato... why???????

Sad, isn´t it?

Marc The__Gay_Dude*, died today. May he find relief from pain.

2006-08-20T23:19:00.000-03:00

"Marc passed away at exactly 2:45 this afternoon.He was conscious -smiling- and brave."

The following is an extract of a post Joshua, his brother, shared with us this morning, before he died

A lot has happened over the past week. Marc jokes that he feels like a car engine - where you unscrew the oil cap and dump oil into it. It's a good analogy as they are constantly dumping food into his feeding tube. And it speaks of how dehumanized my Brother feels.

I sat and stared at my little Brother - watching him fight his disconnection from the world. He played on his laptop; listening to music - checking out blogs; and all that kind of stuff. It made me realize that the net has been the one thing which has kept him feeling connected with the world. It's ironic that something so impersonal - became personal for him.

I'd imagine that there are a lot of sick people - who do the same thing he does.

At any rate, Marc and I shared our affections and we said, "goodbye" to each other. He's slowly fading into a comatose state - and will eventually be there, permanently until he passes away.

I don't want him to fight, anymore - because it has become a quality of life, issue.

My Brother is a victim of too many 'complicated' health problems - 'dominoing' into one big mess. His kidney is failing from the weight loss. His body hasn't recovered from the colostomy. He's never regained his strength from chemo - and he's still losing weight. He's going into shock - and it's too many conditions compromising his well-being.

I want to add that in most ways - I feel lucky. Because quite often - in life - one dies suddenly or they don't tell you they're sick and; then one day they're dead. In situations like this - we're left saying, "goodbye" simply by having conversations with ourselves. But with Marc - I was able to tell him what he really means to me. :)

Oh, and Marc is at home - where he wants to be - with me :) Marc has courageously accepted his fate; and his last words to me, today; were: "I'm going to greet death with a smile."
Let's all smile with him :)

* Marc was a fellow blogger who used to visit this blog (I´m sure you remember the comments he left here from time to time). A few days ago he invited me to join a Group Blog called "Gay Men Rule", where several blogfriends were getting all together, a new way (for me) of expression.
Marc was a fighter. And though we were not close friends, I´ll miss him.

Candle lights on your way, buddy, I know wherever you are now, you are felling better... and smiling.

EUREKA!!!!!!!

2006-08-19T04:45:00.000-03:00

chemotherapy

2006-08-14T12:32:00.001-03:00

It happened, after three wonderful months of a "nice" treatment with almost none side-effects, the third application of the drug attacked my liver, giving me a hard time for the last five days.

I had to stay in bed from saturday morning till wednesday, then I decided to stay up even though my entire body ached and the room started spinning everytime I closed my eyes.

Now I´m feeling a lil´bit better, if it wasn´t for this fucking cold I got from nowhere (remember my Inmune System is like a joke everytime they insert this drug into my veins) and this Fran Dreshered tone in my voice (haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Mr Sheefielddddddddddddd) I would be the same Cutie (yeah right) I´ve always been.

Plus the whole sickness, Elektra, my Super Computer, decided to break down and went to Service twice in a week... I was desperate... you know this is the only window to the real world...

But, as I told Alexis, we will be fine...
He says it´s just a matter of time...

I just want to be happy...

Outta TheBubble, Into The Gym

2006-08-10T08:32:00.000-03:00

Standing Ovation please!

Yesterday morning The Handicapped Bitch started Gym again (No, not to get a hidden camera in the locker room!).

After a very rugh week when depression reigned and desperation ruled, after crying lots of useless and stupid tears When I thought I couldn´t see an ending for all this crap (I still can´t, but at least I´m not crying) and after finally getting some sleep (remember I´ve been suffering from Insomnia for the last two weeks) I tried my Jogging pants on, my Hairspray and raaaaaaadiooooooooo and I was ready to gooooooooooo... (God I must stop listening to Showtunes!)

Today at 4.30pm I have an appointment with my neurologist... Let´s see what he has to say...

FOR THE RECORD: This new tone of Blonde I´ve dyed my hair with yesterday night really sucks, remind me to kill the colorist.

2006-08-08T11:39:00.000-03:00

This picture was not staged, this is the way I sleep every night (when I ever get to sleep).

The other night Mom walked into my room and found me hugging my Dinosaur and talking with my husband on Skype (you can see the Headset and microphone in the pic). Then I asked Mom to take a picture to show my dinosaur to Alexis...

Ian_ Mom is taking a picture of me sleeping with a Dinosaur...

Alexis_ Are you REALLY sleeping with Dinosaur???

Ian_ Yes... cuz I miss you so much...

Alexis: Bitch! I knew something like that was coming...

Ian_ I love you...

Alexis: Grrrrr... I love you too.

SUPER IMAX EXPERIENCE

2006-08-05T14:17:00.000-03:00

After several years of planning, and thanks to Showcenter Complex (and, of course, their 8.2 million dollars invest) in late April 2006, Buenos Aires finally welcomed the amazing 3D IMAX Theater becoming the SECOND CITY in South America with this kind of entertaintment high technology. (The first one was Guayaquil, Ecuador)

Even though I had invitations to its opening (as I told Alexis once, I still don´t understand why PRs are still sending them... I got sick, I got divorced, I moved outta that appartment and I haven´t been able to attend to any event in almost two years... but invitations kept arriving to my former post address) I didn´t have the chance to go... and the whole "let´s brake the Bubble" thing seemed to be the perfect excuse to jump on my Wheelchair and allow my parents to push it through the Showcenter Norte ailes.

They were playing SUPERMAN RETURNS in 3D!

I was the only member of the family who had already seen it but I didn´t mind to see such a wonderful movie again...IN IMAX!!!

IN 3D!!!

The SUPERGIRL WANNABE is Mom, in this picture performing her rendition of "I Believe I Can Fly"

With Mom & Dad... inside the Theatre domo.

somebody please tell me, why in gay hell the only one who looks like a weirdo in those Imax glasses is me????

ok, I know, Mom looks like she just jumped off her Scooter and Dad as if he had forgotten his snorquel... but me....

suggestions are welcome...

Lestat Impersonator... (well... at least I´m not doing a LIZA drag act!!)

2006-08-04T14:26:00.000-03:00

Unreleased Alejandra Kalnisky´s shot.

Ok, say whatever you want, maybe I´m not on the "let´s make a wonderful post" mood... but I just LOVE this picture, it´s one of my favorites and I always wondered why it didn´t make it to the final exhibition.

I just wanted to share it with you.

To see the whole series go to : IAN BY ALEJANDRA KALNISKY

To read about the Photo Session at Kalnisky´s studio and to see backtage pictures click HERE.

BREAKING THE BUBBLE -.

2006-08-02T04:29:00.000-03:00

AIDA
I know expectations are wild and almost
Beyond my fulfillment but they won't hear
A word of a doubt or see signs of weakness
My nigh on impossible duty is clear
If I can rekindle my ancestors' dreams
It's enough
It's enough

As I told you two posts ago (before the ticket madness began) I got through a very rough week.

Depression, insomnia, panic attacks and all sort of disorders were reigning my days (mostly my nights). You know, maybe, after almost three months of being locked up in my room (because of my treatment) I just fell down... and I got hurted.
Suddenly, I realised that no matter how much I tried to avoid the fact that the world out there was still spinning, the world out there WAS ACTUALLY STILL SPINNING and I was not being part of it...

My projects, my hopes... one by one were getting stucked inside "The Bubble" and there was nothing I could do to stop that hedious feeling of emptyness in my soul... my people (my Angels) were there with me, and they did their best to keep me up and held me while facing the abysm... but it was not enough, I fell..

_ My trip plans to see my husband are gone (July was more than a myth then and just the thougth of going to Fl in september sounds hilarious now)

_ The treatment improvements seem to have stopped, I dunno if it´s related with the whole anxhiety thing, or it´s just a stage of my recovery but, suddenly, I´m not feeling very stable anymore and I fell down (literally) several times, bruises everywhere.

_ I resigned the direction of one of my plays ("Sade, The Divine Marquis") I just stopped calling the crew to ask how everything was, or requesting reports about the play´s development... they just understood.

_ I started to feel physical pain about being in doors... missing my people, my love, my life...

AND I SAID ENOUGH.

THE PLANN:

Screw the doctors!, I decided to go out. If I´m gonna die it will be cuz I got infected by some stupid virus my Inmune System could not fight against and NOT BECAUSE I AM DEPRESSED!.

I will continue this treatment, even though it´s slowing my Inmune System down, but I refuse to stay home, locked up in my room while my days are being wasted one after the other... NO MORE BUBBLE.

Yes, I´ve been dealing with it, I´ve been writting, doing a lot of things to keep myself bussy... but how many plays could you write? how many sites could you design? how many songs could you compose? how many posts could you publish? before hitting your head against a wall??

ENOUGH.

SO, on sunday night I went to my friend Maku´s birthday party.

On Monday night: I gave my kids a surprise visit to their rehearsall (The musical play I´m directing) and shared with them a wonderful time, nobody noticed that now, I was walking with my mother´s assistance.

On Tuesday night (pictures below)I took my kids to the recording studio to work on the songs I wrote for the play, for most of them it was the first time they stepped on a Real Studio and to be there working in every detail was a magnificent experience! I even did a backup voice myself!!!!!

Tomorrow (wed) I´m planning to start the Gym again... just a very light rutine...

The plan is to keep myself bussy... out there.

NO MORE BUBBLE!

IT´S ENOUGH!

My kids at the Recording Studio: (L to R) Chechu, Me, Victor, Vanesa K, Marian (in the back) and Miri

The Bitch in Action! (switched to CONTROL-FREAK MODE)

Cute Victor on his first take. (his smile was erased after the fourth hour under my will)

Robbie... It´s a date...

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*CLICK TO ENLARGE

DEPRESSION------ NO MORE

2006-07-29T19:32:00.000-03:00

FUCK OFF MADONNA!!!!

Stay there and keep doing your your JesusChrist Superstar Act and make sure this time you´ll bleed to death!

It was a hell of a week... suddenly a Huge Breakdown took over my life and, though I didn´t want to write on my blog about it, I´ve been feeling like crap in the last few days.

My drug treatment seems to be losing its power and the secundary effects started fistfucking my brain every night. Insomnia, panic attacks , anxhiety disorders... a true nightmare.

A week ago, I wrote the Countess:

[...]this weekend was very sad
Madonna performed in Miami her last show of this world tour in the US.

call me stupid, but I was so sad I couldn´t make it, this time I had my hopes that I could be there... and that made me think about where should I be now and where I am... stucked in my room, stucked in Buenos Aires, Stucked... period. far from the ones I love.

Last night I had a horrible panic attack and I had to ask Mom to stay with me... I know I won´t be able to go to the US in september as planned, and who knows for how long...
I AM SAD.
it was about time, wasn´t it?

Yes... there was a huge background, it wasn´t Madonna´s fault, but it started my loopings in that hedious DEPRESSION rollercoaster...

On the other hand, Madonna DID CANCELL the Southamerican leg of her Confessions World Tour, and, being a huge fan of her, I am so dissapointed and sad about it...

SO FUCK HER!!!!!!

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And now, for the Lub of GOD, Robbie Williams just confirmed his two dates (70.000 seats each) at the Monumental River Plate Stadium in (of course!) Buenos Aires next October 13rd and 14th.

The ticket chase will begin next monday at 10.00am and it seems they will be a REAL PAIN IN THE ASS to get.

In March this year, U2 sold out two dates at the very same Stadium in only three hours... Just imagine what this Ticket Hunt would be knowing that the "pain in the ass" is coming from this hottie and not from BONO!.

(Thanks to my friend Guillo! he will purchase tickets in my name! I can´t do it while I´m in the Bubble!!)

The Norma Desmond Chocolate Box

2006-07-27T21:16:00.000-03:00

My beloved and oh-so-infamous-hag, Maria, Countess of Navarro, came by this afternoon to have a coffe at "The Bubble".

If you are not new here, you would probbably remember her from several entries about how crazyness, love and friendship have no limits on her big big heart.

Maria is one of those voices you will always find on the other side of the phone while, crying at 3am, you are calling just to say: "Hunny, I need to smile..."

She always finds a way to surprise me and, no matter how depressed, inflated, ugly, sad, fucked up I could be... she will always make me smile.

remember these?

Maria dressed up as Julie Andrewss singing "The Sound of Music" on my living room(video)

Maria dressed up as a Nun holding a Monkey as the scene from Phantom of the Opera

Well, this time she took adventage of our (Alexis´s and mine) obsession with SUNSET BOULEVARD and its main character, Alexis, I mean Norma Desmond! and she gave me a Box full of chocolates with a porcelain miniature of Norma Desmond she had made with her own hands!

SEE PICTURES BELOW:

The BOX reproduces the scene when Norma is lying on her divan, smocking her cigarette whatching Joe while he´s reading the script she wrote.

The colors of the robe are inspired on the outfit Glenn Close was wearing while playing the role on stage.

This role was originally played by Gloria Swanson in the 1950´s black & white movie.

PLEASE, the ones who remember the movie, even the detail of her cigarette attached to her ring was taken care!!!!!!!

A VERY WET EVENNING...

2006-07-27T00:28:00.000-03:00

Mom took this pictures to "show your husband how your hair looks like on a day like this" ...

Of course, the inflated-as-a-mexican-piñata look on my face is a courtesy of my fucking CORTIZONE high dosage

All right...STOP CRYING

2006-07-25T15:26:00.001-03:00

Well... I think we all have cried enough this weekend...

here, let´s start with a smile!

A SAD STORY...

2006-07-22T04:32:00.000-03:00

The day after “friend´s day”, four years ago, I received a phonecall...

Let´s go back to 1996, I was 16 years old and after my family had moved to a new neighbourhood, I had to start going to a new High School... I was again: “The New Guy”.
Untill that moment I had never experienced what to have real friends was, if you remember, I used to be a very lonely kid living in a cristal bubble and avoiding any contact with real people... what a freak weirdo!

I was a new guy and being sorrounded by people of my own age helped me change my “way of dealing with others” . At the age of 16, I decided to open that bubble and let others in...
For the first time in my life I had friends, I was going to parties and I was enjoying being “just like others”... everything was new and, lots of thinhgs were there to be discovered, I found myself being a “regular teenager” and it was awesome. (´Till that moment I was sort of a “scale model of an adult person”).

And I fell in love...
Of course! I needed a first time true love story to complete the equation, and it was there for me, I just had to rise my head in those huge HighSchool aisles to face him, Gabriel.

We had already been introduced by a friend we had in commom but, as he was known as a “very problematic” guy, I just stayed away from him...silly me.

One afternoon, he found me at my classroom getting the papers ready to do a few things for my mother at the Bank on my way home and he offered his help (though I didn´t need help on that, I accepted) We went to the Bank, did my thing, and stayed together afterwards untill it got very late and I had to head home.
The day after, he was waiting for me after my classes to join my long walk home... several hours later, I was getting my “first kiss” at the bus stop, before saying goodbye.

Gabriel had a girlfriend, a girl who was living near my house, and a lot of big NOOOOO!s but I was blind, and the only thing I could see were “stars on his eyes”.... and as “another schoolgirl (lol)” I followed them untill I crashed against a wall.

We were together for 8 months, by the first week, the girlfriend was history, by the second week, he introduced me to his group of friends (a very reduced group) as “my boyfriend Ian”... in the beginning they just laughed shaking their heads, they knew he was crazy and they thought this was just another joke, and that I was part of it. Gabriel was a clown and clowns are dangerouse when they know no limits...

I was not “out” (before then, only my parents knew I was gay – remember I had NO FRIENDS) just the thought of losing this new status as a “regular boy” made my closet bigger and bigger... So, keeping a secret relationship in front of everyone with the “crazy clown” Gabriel was, started to be a huge trouble by the second month...

During this period, a lot of things were happening in my family, another brother was soon to be born and due to health problems, the dangers of an abortion were too high for consideration..A huge storm was over my head then and I had no intentions to get things worse... but I was blind... and by the third month, things GOT WORSE.

No doubt, Gabriel was insane... and that “crazyness” I enjoyed since the moment I had met him was the same crazyness I adopted as a stupid kid who was “pretending” to be an adult... I got used to that insanity and, being so blind, I couldn´t see I was driving fast speed against a wall.

My partners at HSchool (the ones who cared) tried to warn me several times that I wasn´t the same guy I used to be... my home was a mess, my parents were now all worried and started to restrict that freedom I always had. (they were thinking I was into drugs or some kind of satanic group- lol). Rumours about my “Pervert relationship” with Gabriel were all over School and every day, thinhgs got worse and worse. But I didn´t care then, I was living in a “new bubble”, a world only made for two...

By the time we reached the eighth month, things were totally out of control and I decided to end that sickness, there was no fight, no argues, just a fine and memorable conversation when we agreed to break up.

I didn´t know then that I was destroying this crazy little man´s HUGE EGO, or whatever I did that night, and what I thought it was a big nightmare (to deal with my family, the rumors , etc) was nothing compared with the things to come...

I think it was the week after that, I went to school and I found that all the letters I had written to Gabriel during an eight months relationship were now in the hands of every single human being at school... secrets, projects, dreams, love promises, thoughts, needs... all detailed in papers that were being fotocopied and distributed between the students of the wonderful Dr. Etchegaray High School.

Yes, I could never understand why he did something like that, He outed ourselves in the most aggresive way he could find, some sort of revenge against me and my “stupid desition” of trying to live away from him.

Whatever going through his selfish little brain was pointless, the damages were already done, and the consequenses up to come.

I became the easy joke of the day, a victim of a mercyless group of stupid teenagers who were ready to join a homophobic army with only one purpuse: to destroy my sanity.

I found out I had no friends, no love, no bubble... There is no room for bubbles when reality is blowing up in your face, even my teachers were known about what was happening.

One morning, I was at school, crying in the bathroom, and I heard someone at the door. I dried my tears and felt someone was grabbing my shoulder. When I turned I saw Alejandro, a guy who shared with me a few classes, one of those guys americans would call “popular”.

Since the moment this whole mess had started, Alejandro never dared to say anything, I thought he was kinda dissapointed or hurted because I had not trusted him.

He said: “Ian, I just want to hear the truth from you”

I looked at him, stopped crying and tried to speak... he interrupted me: “if those letters are real, I just want you to know that I don´t give a fuck of what they say about what you are or who you love”... I couldn´t say a word, he was known of being the head of every gang and a natural born lider. I had always thought that he would have been the first to kick my face, just because of my homosexuality, but then, he was showing me how wrong I was... he said: “though I´ve known you for less than a year I can say you are not a piece of shit like most of this idiots are... “ he gave me a hug and stayed there for the rest of the half hour break so I could cry on his shoulder, then, when we heard the ring of the Maths class, he took my head between his hands and gave me a very short kiss on my lips “you see?” he said “I don´t care”. I was in shock, I couldn´t even move. He smiled and said “we gotta go, wash your face and cumb your hair, they all want to see you like this, don´t give them the chance...” and he left.

That morning, Alejandro tought me a lesson I will never forget.

How easy is to pre-judge, being so wrong about the ones who sorround us. Alejandro was not gay, he wasn´t even demostrative with his friends, he was just a nice guy who couldn´t stand all the shit he was witnessing every day, and decided to do something to ease my pain.

I never had the chance to talk about this with him, actually, I think I only told the story of this kiss once, to my friend María.

By the end of 1996 Alejandro´s family moved to downtown and he left school.

1997 started with a whole new group of Students who had never heard about the fag or her loveletters and the things got better (or less worse).

Gabriel was still on school but, problems with drugs and alcohol, plus his own personality disorders turned him into a complete stranger, someone I couldn´t even recognize.

And I was Ian, the fag, the homo, the friend of Dorothy, a whole new being, proud of myself, decided to do something with my life. Laughing with others, laughing about my own shit and determined to be the happiest HOMO on earth, no matter what other people could say about it..

The day after “friend´s day”, four years ago (July 21st 2002), I received a phonecall...

Alejandro, “a friend from High School” had been found dead in his bedroom, he hanged himself with his belt... there was no note left.

Whatever had happened to you, I will never know, but I´m sure no matter where you are now, you are smiling at me, and laughing about what we decided (without a word) it would be our “little secret”...

Thank you, Alejandro, thank you so much...

Ian- July 21st 2006

a SAD story...

2006-07-21T15:38:00.000-03:00

Hello guys and Girls,
I know it´s friday and I should be posting the WEEKEND´S CHOICE but as long as I don´t get enough comments (I´m getting a comment every 35 visits... and that really pisses me off!) I just can´t post a feedback required game if I´m not getting any feedback...

The party last night was amazing and it was oh-so-fucking-great to be out of my room for a few hours!

Right now, I´m writting my next post.. this time I´m taking the time machine and going back to my High School days...

It will be a sad story wich includes; sex, friendship, love, politics, and death...

I´m sure you will like it.

If you don´t, I´m sorry, you were THIS CLOSE to have the chance to choose between three options... so sad you haven´t left a comment before...
Shame on you!

The Bitter Handicapped Bitch.

(come back in a few hours to read the story)

OK HERE´S SOMETHING YOU CAN LAUGH ABOUT:

A SAD STORY... (PREVIEW)

The day after “friend´s day”, four years ago, I got a
phonecall...

Let´s go back to 1996, I was 16 years old and after my family had moved to a new neighbourhood, I had to start going to a new High School... I was again: “The New Guy”.
Untill that moment I had never experienced what to have real friends was, if you remember, I used to be a very lonely kid living in a cristal bubble and avoiding any contact with real people... what a freak weirdo!

I was a new guy and being sorrounded by people of my own age helped me change my “way of dealing with others” . At the age of 16, I decided to open that bubble and let others in...
For the first time in my life I had friends, I was going to parties and I was enjoying being “just like others”... everything was new and, lots of thinhgs were there to be discovered, I found myself being a “regular teenager” and it was awesome. (´Till that moment I was sort of a “scale model of an adult person”).
And I fell in love...

FRIEND´S DAY

2006-07-19T22:16:00.000-03:00

Every July 20th, Argentinians (I dunno about others) celebrate "Friend´s Day"... (NO, not the sitcom, it´s kinda Mother´s Day but this time, the gift is going to your pals).

So, every giftshop is packed and all stationery stores are full of people buying postcards, presents, flowers and all kind of silly object they think their friends would just die to own...

Another big thing about this celebration (besides the increase in the price of all these objects) are the endless list of big parties!
Yes, everyone you know is dealing with two or three diff´rent parties to attend (even yourself!).

As all my friends know, I don´t give a shit about this "Special date" due to the thought of "everyday should be a Friend´s Day" but they also know how I LOOOOOOOOVE TO PARTY!

So, even though they KNOW they will never get a HAPPY FRIEND´S DAY postcard from me, every year, since the beginning of July, the invitations start to arrive.

WELL, this year found me inside "The Bubble" so I won´t have the chance to write another "Endless Nights Chronicles" post... but Miri, my friend, is throwing a "get together" at her house and it includes dinner and music (!!!) so I´m going out for the first time since the treatment has began.

WISH ME LUCK!

I´m such a FAG... (Shut up, Alexis...)

2006-07-18T12:53:00.000-03:00

This morning I found between my old stuff (all those things I have in boxes from the time before I moved out ) a very old and forgotten DVD of Les Miserables in Concert I had bought several years ago... (yes, in those early times I used to buy and respect Copyrighted stuff).

So... even though I´m not a big LesMis fan, I watched it again this morning... and, of course, I cried and cried and cried... (I think now I remember why I wasn´t a big LeMis fan... fucking show!).

and cried... and cried... and cried...

Then, while I was um, crying... Pablo, My Riverside friend logged on MSN and asked me "how I was".-

Ian: crying...

Pablo: why?????

Ian: Because Fantine is dying... AND SINGING!!!!!!!

WEEKEND´S CHOICE WINNER - STORY B

2006-07-14T13:40:00.000-03:00

MEN IN MY LIFE...

A few weeks ago I wrote:

"He entered to my life as all the most amazing men I adore did, as A LOVER"

I was talking about Fred, the man sleeping with his little nephew in the picture above. Fred, once a lover now a wonderful friend.

I know it sounds crazy... actually I realized about that after my husband politely called me "a whore" when he read that line... BUT IT´S TRUE.
When I look back at all the guys that really ment something for me (I mean as friends) is "funny" how I can picture most of them naked in my bed (figurative, I can´t assure it was always in my bed, lol)

The point is that, instead of thinking of me as "a whore" (I know you are!) I can say I´m kinda proud...

no! not proud of being a whore, bitch! the reason? I´m not sure... maybe proud of being
able to turn something meanningless (a lover) into the greatest treasure a human being can cherish (friendship).

Most of you might be wondering why in gay hell I decided to blog about this...

well... I can only say that it was such a good experience to open my email box and find Fred´s emails (including the one with that loveable picture) asking about my health and saying that his boyfriend (They have been together for more than three years now) was also worried about me...

"Life will find a way" says Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park...

of course he was talking about dinosaurs but that phrase came to my mind when I found myself "happily married" reading an e-mail from a "happily married" former lover who´s telling me that he and his boyfriend are worried about my health...

And I thought whores only get the money on the night-table in the morning after...

well... after several years I got a beautiful picture too!

To read more about Fred in my blog, click HERE(see Angel#6).

WEEKEND´S CHOICE

2006-07-14T00:20:00.000-03:00

I did it in the past, I know...

There comes a time when a blogger just doesn´t know what to blog about. In my case, being tired of my own rants about my health, my doctors and my treatment, I decided to go back to the insanity that sorrounds me, outside the bubble I am living in... and OH GAWD! I have endless material! (just check my Twiglight Zone Posts on my sidebar!)

But, as usual, I dunno where to begin...

This is why, again, I need your help to go on...

This time, I have two big stories up to come...
you decide which one goes first:

STORY A

STORY B

if you are just lazy to comment, just write A or B and I´ll get it....

THANK YOU!

iN THE MEANTIME...

I DUNNO WHAT´S MORE DIRTURBING...

a) Mitch is flying
b) Mitch is singing
c) Mitch is flying and singing!

The Crest

2006-07-11T16:18:00.000-03:00

Scelzi is my Mother´s Last Name.

Even though we know there are still relatives alive under this Last Name in Argentina (there is a huge population of "Scelzis" around the Riverside area) the bloodline I belong reached its ending with Mom and her sister (no male brothers in her family).

When my Grandpa turned 18 his father gave him an old scrapbook full of names, articules, dates, notes and stories related with all the "Scelzis" since they came to America (America, the CONTINENT, NOT THE COUNTRY) .

Of course, as any other 18 years old guy in the late 30´s, my Grandpa was a total mess and... he lost that book, a fact that his father had never forgiven untill the day he passed away.

And that´s the reason why neither of us had any idea of where the hell our origin was... actually, several years ago, before Grandpa died, my own father tried a research at the Surname Registry but never succeed. (of course, this was during the PRE-internet Era).

----------------------------------------------

A few weeks ago, Alexis (a.k.a. "the loveable husband" a.k.a. "The" Mrs. Astor, a.k.a. "my angel") had to send me something but, as I couldn´t go out to pick it up myself, he required Mom´s full name so she could do it for me.

Then, and God knows why, he started wondering where that Scelzi thing came from and, on his own, he ordered a research on that family name to "The Historical Research Center" who´s people, right away started looking into their dusty files and sent him the image of the Original Family Crest and a detailed list of the early records where that Name came up for the first time.

When I knew about this I didn´t tell Alexis the old scrapbook story (he´s reading it now for the first time) and, as he decided to send everything as a gift to his Mom in law, I remained silent, he wouldn´t know the inmense meaning this present (HIS present) had and I also decided not to tell my mother a word about all this.

The package arrived yesterday and, as I knew it would happend, Mom almost fainted away when she saw her Last Name under that wonderful Crest and tears of happiness where all over the place...

oh Alexis... you did it again...

IT´S NOT EASY TO BRING HAPPINESS TO A FAMILY AS HURTED AS THIS ONE... and you´ve been doing it non-stop for the last two years.

Thank you Daa´ling...

I´m ok, happy and still in love...

2006-07-09T15:30:00.000-03:00

Another unreleased Alejandra Kalnisky´s shot.

Hello, today, with only two lines on an email, Ted, (one of the brightests smiles on the whole blogosphere) said it all...

I was complaining on being "tired of blogging about my illness and that was the reason why I haven´t posted an update after last friday´s treatment"

He replied:

"Hi Ian!
That's great news. I'm glad that you're fine. And I'm sure it
does get tiring talking about your illness all the time. Just know that you're talking about it a lot because people care and we love you lots!!!"

So... this will be a very brief entry just to let you all know that I´m ok. Everything since last friday has been great and, fortunatelly, NO DIZZYNESS or DOPE STATES are getting over me...

I´m just fine... and very happy...

Thank you Ted... thank you ALL!

Love!

Ian.-

From The Bubble...

2006-07-08T07:57:00.000-03:00

OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS!

When I first watched this video I said to myself: "oh no... you are NOT posting that!"

Then I tought: what tha hell--- that´s THE REAL THING, if you don´t like it, then try to be more pretty next time they insert needles in your veins to drain oil drugs into your body!!!!!!! oh and most of all,

DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR HAIR, ASSHOLE! THE CAMERA WON´T HELP YOU LOOK HUMAN IF YOU DON´T!!!

HERE´S A VIDEO I TAPED DURING MY PRE-LUCY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDS STATE.
Don´t run away! it´s just me! DOPE!

enjoy (if you can)
hugs!

THE GAY OF THE BUBBLES

2006-07-06T11:24:00.000-03:00

Unreleased Alejandra Kalnisky´s shot.

For updates, read my previous post ;)

I haven´t quit the play, the treatment is still tomorrow & I´m still in love.
hugs!

UPDATES "The Gay in the Bubble"

2006-07-04T18:04:00.000-03:00

Hello from "The Bubble" sweethearts!
First of all, I wish a wonderful ID4 week for all my readers up there in the US!
And now, a few updates...

HEALT.- The results of my blood-tests will be ready for tomorrow and, if the numbers are right (we are all sure they will) on friday I´ll be getting my DRUG SECOND ROUND. (I can´t believe a month has passed already since the first one). You all might remember that the last time they plugged that thing on me I had a two weeks hangover so I hope now the "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds mood" lasted a lil´less than that. On the other hand, the treatment seems to be working fine, due to the fact that I´VE BEEN WALKING BY MYSELF FOR THE LAST THREE DAYS, yes, I started walking without assistance and I´m feeling so fucking happy about that!--- Actually, this morning I left the house for the first time in a month (I went to the Bank- big deal!) but the feeling of being out again was great... thanks for all that positive energy you are all sending to me!

WORK.- I´ve been having a lot of -mh, how to call them- differences with the Producers of one of the plays I´m directing (yes, actually the one I wrote!). It seems they are all waiting for my absence to make all he wrong decitions (-they did the same thing while I was GETTING MARRIED in Florida!-)... I even started making rehearsalls with the cast at my own home, but... I gave them three more days... I think this time I´m gonna quit for good... and send them to HELL..

LIFE.- Since everything about my health recovery are goodies (being walking and strong again, no more dizzyness and sleeping better) plus being in love with someone who´s beside me, holding my hand 24-7 even though he´s 5000 miles away, you can say I´m more than fine!! I even ferosciously started writting again (a play) and that´s a great sign! I also had the surprise of a few old friends who suddenly came up in my life again... people I love and I thought I had lost in the road a long time ago... (one of them found my ssite through Google! HA!)

All right guys!!! time to go back to mi Bubble.-

See ya soon!

Ian.-

I can´t wait!!!!!!!!

2006-06-30T21:06:00.000-03:00

If I tell ya all there´s a movie I´ve been waiting for years and years to be made, then you all would answer:

"oh, you big queer, don´t worry, HAIRSPRAY - THE MOVIE it´s already been shot and it´s abouyt to be releades this year"

Then, if I say NOT THAT ONE you would say:

"well, Phantom of the Opera has already been done"

NO, try again...

The ones who´s been following my blog for longer than a year would say:

"Jurassic Park"??? "Dinosaur"??? "Marie Antoinette"???

And I´ll reply:
"No, before going on with this, I have a Confession to make... em..umh.......

MY FIRST WET DREAM WAS WITH OPTIMUS PRIME"

Then go visit THIS site and get the answer...

Oh JUST CAN´T WAIT!!!

I love you Mr. Spielberg!!!

Thank you so much!

San Telmo - Tango - Gays & Flee Market

2006-06-28T10:01:00.000-03:00

If you are a newbie gay man in town and you want to make friends out of the wild gay nightlife of Buenos Aires, then this is the perfect place for you: The SAN TELMO neighbourghood on a sunday afternoon.

SAN TELMO is that old neighbourhood which is worldwide popular because of the Tango and the Antiques Stores... and the most wanted "get together" of thousands of gay wealthy couples who come every sunday to "buy" articles to "redecorate" their love nests.

This place has a lot of atractions and its one of the MUSTS if you are visiting Buenos Aires. One of these particular attractions is the antiques flee market that is placed on a square, in the middle of the street.

In this wonderful place you can find a store like the one above, completelly dedicated to 19th Century clothing and fabrics, accesories and amazing things like that.

The "flee market" concept doesn´t mean that any of this articles on sale are cheap, actually, as one of the owners of the store told me:

"This is not a place for the poor... if they want to get something cheap, they can always go to Home Depot"

Anyway, Having the money or not, the place worth a visit. You could never know how many surprises you will find behind those tables...

*a chandelier that used to hang from the roof of one of those old BA palaces...

*a dress that could have been used by EVITA herself...

*a sequin pair of gloves with pearls attached, the ones High Class ladies used to wear at the Opera House...

This evil creature is my lil´brother Lisandro pointing at the only hat he found that "he would buy for his eldest macho brother (me)"

Can you believe it?

Did he actually HAVE TO choose the blue velvet one with a flower attached?

DO YOU THINK HE MAYBE SUSPECTS THAT I´M GAY?

HAIRSPRAY - A Tribute to my Showtune Queen: Matty May

2006-06-24T02:27:00.000-03:00

Matt May, love at first sight maybe?
Matty´s adoreable crazyness had entered to my life way before I took my plane to Florida, maybe even before I knew I was going to America...

He was a member of my (then) "friend" Alexis´s gang.

Once the word of a marriage proposal was out (and oh Gawd!, you should know how fast this kind of news run across the entire Miami Beach Society) it was Matty May itself the one who yelled at me on the phone:

"the maids of honor can´t wear peach!!! I hate it!! If you want me to be one, you better change your mind!! My color is emerald green!"

Then I replied: "but shouldn´t I say ´I do´ first?"

Yes, that phonecall chat was the morning of the very same day Alexis proposed to me, I was in heaven (I´m still in heaven=PROZAC).

But there was something in that crazy flaute-voiced-bitch in the line that made us hit it off right away even before we met.

Matt was the Director of Education at the Theatrical Asociation of Florida and, of course A SHOWTUNE Q - WEEN as me.

Matty May, oh Matty May, we share the same passion for Broadway Musicals but, on his case, not only he has that fascinating hability to remember and follow every single line of any showtune you dare to mention(GAYYY), but also HE TEACHES THEM TO THE KIDS IN SCHOOL!!! (Yeah, a legion of lil´ queens-to-be). )(GAYERRR)

If we add that sarcastic sense of humor he has, then you all will be able to understand why I LOVE THIS GUY SO MUCH!

AND NOW: THE HAIRSPRAY STORY.-

During the last week of febrary, the night before I had my oh-so-scary appointment at the US Embassy to get my VISA, Matt invited Alexis and the gang to see the touring performance of Hairspray at the Jackie Gleason theatre in South Beach.

Tells the story that my (then) fiancee was so nervous because of the pressure of a possible rejected VISA, that he couldn´t even enjoy the show (even from the VIP 3rd row seats Matt got to them).

Well, you know the rest of the story, the morning after I got my fucking American VISA and three weeks later, we were getting married at The Palace.

Once I was in Florida, one day Matt came to us and say:

"Boys, I got three sits to see HAIRSPRAY tonight in Palm Beach, do you wanna come?"

(FOR THE RECORD: you don´t have to ask me something like that twice).

So, Alexis agreed to avoid his Highways-fobia and accepted to be driven all the way from South Beach to Palm Bech to allow his newbie lil´craszy handicapped fiancee to make one of his dreams come true: To attend to his First Broadway Musical Ever.

NOTE: Even though I performed in several productions such as RENT, THE LION KING, between others, and that I had alreasdy seen every single Broadway production tht had come to Buenos Aires, this was my first chance to see THE REAL THING)

So, that night, two weeks later, Alexis was watching HAIRSPRAY again, but this time he was holding my hand.

To my surprise, and to make me set a golden statue of Miss Matty on a pedestal to be adored forever, the invitation included backstage passes and the chance to meet the actors after that marvalous show.

You can read the whole story and see the pictures we took with the cast on Alexis´blog HERE, HERE, HERE , HERE and HERE (As the wonderful writter my hubby is, you shouldn´t miss any of these links)

It wasn´t a surprise then, when we decided that our wedding song would be "You Can´t Stop The Beat" and that the wedding night, Matt showed up with a bag full of Hairspray Gifts (poster, cap & a loveable scrapbook-like souvenir photo album).

Now that you know the reason why this show is so important to me, is time to share the hapinnes of having found a copy of the entire live performance on DVD!!!

Of course this is something you wold never find at WALL*MART

As I did with the video of WICKED, I had to contact the Gay Mob to get it, I´m sure some showtune queen in NY is now in jail because of this but... I´m happy so, who cares??

Now I had the chance to remember that wonderful night with my hands on Alexis´hands watching this wonderful show again...
and again...
and again...
and again...
and again...

But of course... I must control my abuse to this kind of stuff...

FAMILY PORTRAITS

2006-06-22T01:38:00.000-03:00

Last Sunday (Father´s day) Alexis and I woke up early, giggly and waiting for a phonecall,
an E-mail,
a Postcard,
a Gift,
Flowers(?)
A box of chocolates (??)

A HUG MAYBE???????????????

BUT OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...... Non of our UNGRATEFUL CHILDS remembered us...

Not even a call... Shame on you....

HAPPY FATHER´S DAY MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!

Jesse, the sparkling soul stucked in the "should I" mud.

Lincoln, my new step son and Alexis´ all time "retarded daughter"

Nikki, the latin lover wannabe

So, now I gotta say we´ve placed all our hopes in our new baby, DannyBoy.

Danny, is a loveable Cocker Spaniel around 12 years old who´s been found abandoned, all dirty, full of flees and God only knows how many of other bugs on him, he was wearing a collar but no identification at all.

DannyBoy is almost blind... it seems he can difference between shadows but we are sure the dog has lost most of his sight.

The first two nights, and after several baths, he showed he is the perfect buddy and the fact that Alexis decided to adopt him right away brought tears to my eyes.

Then, I don´t remember exactly when this happened, Alexis said: "Ian, this is our BABY". And then I thought to myself: "and you are the man I want to spend the rest of my life with... one happy family"

Well...

2006-06-17T09:10:00.000-03:00

I guess it´s official.... Im "A WHORE"

Check this links out and purchase on-line....
LINK A
LINK B

C´MON!

NOW YOU CAN TAKE ME HOME FOR ONLY $49.95!!!!!!!!!

UNWRITTEN

2006-06-14T23:54:00.000-03:00

Yesterday morning I woke up in a very "up-beat" mood, it was a cold grey rainy day in Buenos Airres, but I was stunning... the effects of the drug treatment were almost gone, my husband was on MSN (as usual) and then, while talking with him, I remembered a song I listened to long ago... it wasn´t a classic... but it just came to my mind.

Last year I was searching for music to take with me to the REHAB CENTER and Natasha Beddingfield´s album was one of the ones I bought.

Yesterday morning I decided to keep on... to stop moaning about my new fall on my health, to start writting the book again... and there was this song.

I wrote an email to Counteess Bedelia saying "this is my mood today" and I forward her the lyrics.

I am unwritten again... but I cannot forget all I already had written... and oh fucking hell!!! that was a lot...

So I decided to make and share this video with you all, the ones who were there for me, always.

This video starts with some material of my old performances, 3 years ago, then, the illness, the wheelchair and the oh-so-sad-story we are all fucking tired of... then, my plays as a director, my trip to Florida, my wedding, my love, my honneymoon... well, just the exibits of what TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE really means.

Those are the pages I had...

THE REST IS STILL UNWRITTEN...

ENJOY.-

LYRICS

I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your INNER VISIONS

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Oh, oh, oh

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way

oh, oh

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
(x2)

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
drench yourself in words unspoken
Live you life with arms wide open
Today is where you book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
the rest is still unwritten

do re mi

2006-06-12T22:17:00.000-03:00

Saturday Night.

I knew Maria (Countess of Navarro) was coming home to watch a few DVDs (as we do almost every saturday).

In order to cheer me up and being known about all the crap I´ve been through during the last two weeks, she decided to give me a SURPRISE and, as we all know... this crazy girl has ABSOLUTELY NO LIMITS.

She showed up all dress in a "made of a green curtain" outffit (as Julie Andrewss in The Sound of Music) carrying a basquet with a cake, flowers and, of course, a gguitar.
She came in and said:
"hey Dorothy, what are ya doing dressed up like that???? I thought we were going on a pic-nic!"

I just died... we ended up singing "DO, RE, MI" and our own rendition of "EDELWEISS".......

OH COUNTESS, ONCE THE SILLYNESS IS RELEASED.... WE JUST CAN´T STOP IT.

I LOVE MY FRIENDS

ENJOY.-

SOCCER WORLD CUP GERMANY 2006

2006-06-11T09:21:00.000-03:00

Well, I think there´s no need to add words to describe how I feel about SOCCER.

"Being sorrounded by Homer Simpsons watching the Super Bowl" would have been a great title to this post........

BTW, ARGENTINA WON THE GAME (or so I heard)...

God protect me (him) THERE´S A STRAIGHT MAN IN MY BED!!!!!!!

2006-06-09T12:26:00.000-03:00

The "joke" started last monday night when, while "Skyping" with my husband I said:
"baby, I need to make a confession"

"go ahead, but on your knees, please"

"ok, but keep that fly closed... Next thursday night, a Man will be sleeping with me on my bed..."

The thing was that My lil´brother had an appointment with his doctor on friday morning and, if Mom had to take him, there will be nobody in the house to "assist" me (you know, helping me from going to the bathroom to bring me a glass of water) so... I asked Manu to spend the thursday night here.

I assume you all remember Manu, he´s one of my bests friends and so saddly straight.

THIS IS WHAT I WROTE ABOUT HIM NOT SO LONG AGO: Angel #1 , the most loveable straight boy I ever met (I´m sorry Boris), He once came to live with my ex (Jerk) and I to my former downtown appartmen during the first stages of my illnes (he used to take me out to run my wheelchair in the BA fast-speed Avenues). And no, no matter how many attemps I have made, I couldn´t turn him gay (though now he knows the difference between Jean Paul Gaultier and Dolce & Gabanna)

WELL, LAST NIGHT YOU CAN SAY WE FINALLY "SLEPT TOGETHER"

YES, Dr. Octopus (me) was very excited about the moment this poor soul had to take off his (Wrangler)Jeans to sleep in the only bed I have in my bedroom... and then, the fun began...

Endless hours of jokes, doble sense dards, laughter and a huge numbers of hugs while crying "this can´t be happenning!"

OF COURSE NOTHING HAPPENNED, we watched DAVINCI CODE on DVD and ended up passing out at 4 in the morning making fun of each other and having a great time...a night to remember.... the ones you can only have sleeping with a friend. (yeah, a straight friend).

THE CHALLENGE OF CREATING A MONSTER

2006-06-08T00:10:00.000-03:00

From the huge number of projects that I´m onto, besides the crappy health thing, I think the most powerful is the one I mentioned a few posts ago. SADE, THE DIVINE MARQUIS.

This project started last year while I was working as a stand in director of "12 fragmentos de amor" ("Twelve Fragments of love") a play written and directed by my talented friend Sergio Kohan (One of the most wanted rising stars in the BA Off Theatrical World).

We started working together two years ago, when I was supossed to be his actor in one of his plays and got ill, by then, I became some kind of a freaky consultant who was suggesting things by email about how to stage scenes, lighting effects, costumes, and an endless bla blahs... ending up on the credits as "Creative Designer" yes, it seems we created a new way of working).

Then, while I was living at the REHAB CENTER I had to scape once a week (running away on my wheelchair) to continue with my work.

It was the perfect team, Sergio Kohan and his actors (a fountain of talent themselves) found that I could help them, guide them and create, all together, what it became a magnificent play.

2032
That was "2032" (a postmodern chronicle about a bunch of souls that had survived to The End of the world and, suddenly, came back to life as the "memoirs" of their last minute as human beings). It was fantastic, the audience loved it, the reviews where amazing and our pride was bigger than the Everest.

My position of "Creative Designer" was promoted to "Stunt in Director" on the next play (12 fragmentos de amor/12 fragments of love") where my work (once out of the rehab center) was a lil´bit more serious than the one I had before, due to this time I was dealing straight with the actors, defining staging and giving directions on how to perform the show (a wonderful story written by Sergio Kohan about a laberinth of love stories that got together making everybody in the audience hold their breath, creating a unique atmosphere of desperation, sorrow, happyness and LOVE as the conflictive characters where telling their stories on stage).

12 FRAGMENTOS

The "team" was there... Sergio Kohan... the actors... and me.
It was another hit!

It was during the rehearsalls of this play when Mr.Kohan first told me about The Divine Marquis.... I rolled my eyes and said: "you are crazy, but I´m in". Then he offered me the chance to Direct... AND YOU ALL KNOW HOW DIFFICULT IS TO SAY NO TO ME!

So, he gave me the script, written by Andres Casro Berta, An Uruguayan writter who has given Kohan the rights of the play in Argentina...

The Marquis de Sade, is one of the most amazing characters in history... and I had in my hands a two hours monologue based on his "diaries"....
who really was the all-time feared Marquis?
How to present a character like that to an audience that could have as many diff´rent reactions to it as people in this world?

So... we started working on the plot... cutting it from two hours to a 45 minutes monologue.... what was the marquis we wanted to show?...
Concept?...
are we justifying him or exposing him?...
are we just allowing him to tell us his own story or are we just showing him as a piece of art on a museum?...

The opening night was on January 6th 2006. The reviews loved it.

"There is only one word to describe it: EXCELENT!" they said.

Last week, after a very suscessfull season and touring, we opened in Buenos Aires again, but this time we went for more...

Not only the staging has changed from a regular theater to a dark basement... (yes, now, if you are brave enough to face the Great Marquis de Sade, you have to walk down the stairs of a basement and get into a dark room where the shadows and the cold are the hosts) but also we decided to limit the audience to only 10 seats...

Intimacy.
darkness.
loneliness.
Maybe the same atmosphere the own Marquis was enjoying on his dusty cell at Le Bastille, The prision where he spent most of his days...

Now The Divine Marquis is more than just a play... it´s an experience...

The ads shows the advice "This Show contains violent scenes and darkness, not available for people wasuly impresionable, claustrophobic or suffering Nervous disorders in small crowded rooms".

During the opening night, a woman left the theatre before the actor started to speak, she was crying and trembling....WOW. The ones that stayed, enjoyed a breath.taking performance that blown their minds away.

The reviews were fantastic again...
"you are not able to say if it is a good or a bad play, it´s beyond that.... but you can be sure it´s a play you will NEVER forget" They wrote

WOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW.-

THE FEELING....

2006-06-06T03:02:00.000-03:00

FORGET ABOUT THE NEEDLES
FORGET ABOUT THE PAIN
FORGET ABOUT THE DIZZYNESS
FORGET ABOUT THE SHIVERING
FORGET ABOUT THE DARKNESS
FORGET ABOUT THE "DOPING STATE"...

THIS WAS THE FEELING

I LOVE YOU ALEXIS. Thank you for holding my hand during this. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for all the strenght you filled me with. Thank you for makeing me laugh and cry at the very same time. Thank you for loving me.

THEY CAN WAIT UNTILL I´M "GOOD" AND "READY"!

2006-06-05T11:41:00.000-03:00

As a conclusion of this SAD CLOWN Stories Post series about fears and new treatments, doctors and stupid people...

Today is the day, everything is ready.... I´m waiting for "them" to start the whole "new treatment" thing in a few hours.

My husband is holding my hand, my angels are thinking of me, my family is sorrounding me... and of course, all of you, the wonderfful people out there... in the dark...

"And now... Mr. DeMille... I´m ready for my "needles"...

I WISH THIS SATURDAY NEVER ENDS!!!

2006-06-03T22:17:00.000-03:00

I know,
during the last two weeks I´ve been a pain in the ass for all the readers that come to this site to find some entertainment,... (maybe with My Black Humor Post I got a lil´better)

You see, the Handicapped Clown was switched on DRAMA-DIVA-MODE and, plus the panic of facing the new treatment, the Hospitalization (that never was), the new drugs, the fears of being falling a lil´more everyday AND (despite how professional they are) to deal with stupid doctor wannabes wasn´t material of ENTERTAINMENT at all...

Now, while a wonderful state of peace of mind (PROZAC) covered my day, I´m ready to jump the queue and start the details of an AMAZING SATURDAY that I wish NEVER ends.

(I dunno if you´ll find this "entertaining" but, what tha hell, it´s my blog, I´m happy and I want to share it with you all)

THE CONTEST:

You all remember my Go-Go Girls (The dancers I always work with and the ones who gives those amazing parties such as THE HALLOWEEN BALL or my MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA BACHELOR PARTY - see video HERE)

Actually their real name as a DANCE COMPANY is FUGAZZYMBOLL JAZZ BALLET and they are directed by the talented choreographer (and amazing friend) Maku Malanchuck.
Today they presented two unbelieveable choreographies on GYMONSTAGE, an international dance contest and, of course, as the one who has chosen the music of one of them, I was there at the BA Broadway Theatre to support my girls.
Not only both performances got a place on the Southamerican Finals but also, Maku got the Gold medal as BEST CHOREOGRAPHY and BEST PERFORMANCE. (wooooooooooooowwwwwwww)
Now we are all exited and waiting for december when they will perform again TO WIN THE SOUTHAMERICAN FINAL.(wheeeeeeeeeee!!)

THE PHOTOGRAPHER

One of the biggests surprises of the day was that Alejandra Kalnisky (I love this woman!) was on the audience of this contest too, so, after the show we went to EL VESUVIO (a classic BA cafe) to drink a couple of "capus" (italian capuccino) and talk about a thousand "abouts"--- it was great.

THE OPENING:

Tonight was the opening night of a new season of "Sade, The Divine Marquis", the play I had the honor to direct and as I know by now, it has been a great suscess! (I couldn´t make it to the ytheatre due to this cold and rainy night, I couldn´t put myself at the risk of getting a cold two days before my treatment... remember I´m supossed to be "the man in the bubble" until the mention treatment get to its end)
The reviews of the last season said: "there is only one word to describe it: EXCELENT!"
So... I don´t really need to wait to read the ones about tonight...I´m so proud of it!!!!!!

SUNSET BLVD (yes, again)

Sunset Blvd its our movie (Alexis´and mine) and we musta have watched a thousand times...
Since the beginning of our relationship, this wonderful movie has been our own object of cult and the seeder of the 80% of our inner jokes...
The point is that I could never share it with a lot of people I love (I own a dvd that doesn´t include spanish captions and remember I am the only one who speaks (or try to speak) english in the family)
After several tries, I found a very old VHS copy at a Classic Movie Store in Downtown BA. (for less than 8 dls!!!- nobody buys VHS anymore!) And guess what? it has the Spanish captions!
So... this wonderful day ended up on my living room, in front of my old VCR, whipping with my MOM and sharing those amazing Gloria Swanson´s eyes while she said: "and now Mr. DeMille, I´m ready for my close up..."

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH I THINK I DESERVE MORE DAYS LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

BTW. I´m in love....

BLACK HUMOR DAY

2006-06-02T05:02:00.000-03:00

Since I was a kid, one of the signs that shown I was dealing quite safe with a tragic situation was that I was able to Laugh about it.
And Black (and sick) humor has always been sort of way out to all the crap I have inside...

This morning, while all was about HOPE (see my last post) a tragedy started my day...
Remember the woman we had to hire to clean and turn my room into a bubble to avoid viruses and stuff while I´m gettting the new tratment? well, apparently, her father, while going back home from work, decided to take a bus, made a bad step on its stairs, fell down and died instantly when his head hit the street... oh boy...

TRAGIC UH?

but I couldn´t stop laughing thinking "oh stoopid ol´man, and you decided to take that bus now???"

Then, while chatting with my hubby I just couldn´t avoid to make jokes such as:

"Hello Mr Saint Peter, Sir, I was just taking the 64 to Alvear Avenue and I got lost... is Alvear near this cloud?"
or
"Benny thought he was taking the 64 bus to Alvear Avenue....but he was really taking the bus... to THE TWIGLIGHT ZONE... TIRU-LIRU-TIRU-LIRU-TIRU-LIRU..."

Then, after getting my hubby sick.. (he knows so well how to deal with me)

Pablo, my friend(ANGEL) from Parana, the Riverside, came up on MSN after months of not having a clue of what was happenning to me...

He´s a professional up-beater, and he can steal a smile from a statue .
Since we first met, about 10 years ago, we´ve shared, between a thousand things, this sick ability of turning everything into a big comedy show, (including my illness).

SO NOW FOR YOUR OWN ENTERTAINTMENT, I´M GOING TO TRANSCRIBE SOME OF THE DIALOGUE WE HAD THIS MORNING.

Pablo_(about the set of pictures we made last week with Alejandra Kalnisky )They are terrific, she´s a magnificent photographer

Ian: Yes she is, and you know what? she called me last night, we talked for an hour about new projects...

P_ really? are you planning to take more pictures together?

I_ Yes, but I had to ask her to hurry up...

P_ to hurry up? why?

I_ cuz if I´m becoming a plant, and she won´t rush, it will be easyer for her just to go to the Botanic Gardens and take shots of vegetal landscapes, they´d be more pretty than me as a veggy ...

P_ or maybe to the Recoleta Cemetery...

I_ Pablo, I´m not dying, I´m just going into a comma...

P_ no, I´m talking about the moment when we´ll have to unplugged you...

I_ oh, I see....

P_there are people waiting in line to do that...

I_ oh yes, they love me....

P_ oh sweety, let´s get serious, if you will become a plant I would cut you into a thousand pieces to make new lil´plants of you...

I_ oh baby, that´s so sweet!"... but the least thing this world needs is an invasion of an army of lil´fags...

P_ oh hell, you are right! what a nightmare!

I_ why don´t you just take the juice of me and start selling creams as if I were aloe vera?

P_ that´s a good one!... then hurry up and die bitch, and I´ll be rich.

I_ oh, I love you too...

A NEW HOPE...

2006-06-01T00:36:00.000-03:00

PH: Alejandra Kalnisky

It was last night, at 3.30am when, being known that even under the VALIUM effects I wouldn´t be able to sleep, and after writting the ferocious "tragicomic post" of my adventures at the Public Hospital (House of Pain), I decided to put all my strenght together and write a very hard, moving, desperate, heavy, emotional, heartbreacker, furious, and above all things EXTREMELLY SINCERE e-mail to my Inmunologist, the one who leads my case.

>That email was so heavy that I couldn´t (even can´t now) read it again after I sent it, it included (of course) the link to my last post, the one you all have read.

My idea was to reach this wonderful woman´s heart, showing her my dissapointment and letting her know that, even though I knew she was out of all the horrors I had to get through at the hospital, the damage in my heart and soul was irreversible... as my feelings of being lost and unprotected by them.

The answers started to arrive by phonecalls early in the morning... phonecalls I made Mom get,
a thousand apologyzes and explanations about procedures, medical risks and more thousand blah- blahs...

Then, my Neurologist called, more or less the same... both very worried and hurted about all the crap that had happened the day before...

AND THEN THE PLAN:

They finally offered me to make this severe treatment, taking all the risks, taking all the messurements required, taking care of every single detail....BUT AT HOME.

AT MY VERY SAME BEDROOM, .

THERE ARE A LOT OF RISKS, most of them rely on the reactions my body would suffer whille that powerfull drug is getting into my veins, but nothing can be compared to the fact that I will be in my own bed while Alexis, on Skype "holds" my hand and then, when I´d close my eyes, everything will be perfect... AS IT USED TO BE...

That´s my hope and THAT´S my idea of a RECOVERY.

THANK YOU, MY LOVE.

IN JEOPARDY

2006-05-30T23:12:00.000-03:00

WELL, IF U SEE THIS PICTURE HERE (NO, IT´S NOT VIRGING MARY) IT IS OBVIOULSLY BECAUSE I AM NOT AT THE HOSPITAL...

You have no idea how miserable, heddious, awful, terrible, shitty, crappy, unfair and hatefull day I had since the very same moment I opened my eyes (3 a.m.) until I finally got back from hospital, sent a "phone squad" to get Alexis on line and then, after listening to my adored husband´s voice, I fel in deep sleep on my Mom´s huge comfortable king size bed.

OK, LET START THE TALE... at 3 am and after two sleeeping pills I woke up to go to the bathrroom and I fell on the floor, I called Mom several times until she woke up to help me while Alexis, 5000 miles away was waking up because of the same screams (we sleep with our skype line open).
Then, after the trauma, Mom and A. stayed with me but I couldn´t go back to sleep, pills didn´t work and my anguish, anxiety and "lokomotion" were too severe to be controlled, more the night before going to be hospitalized.

So, I woke up and wrote another song for my musical (yes, the results are amazing if you are under pills).

Then, as the departure time was coming, Alexis and I started our endless try-to-stay-up-beat-and-never-fall act (That never really worked on these last two weeks in hell, I mean, they helped, but neither of us could avoid a Panic Attack from time to time).

AND I RAN TO THE HOSPITAL(HOUSE OF PAIN)

I hate public hospitals, their long aisles, the community rooms (20 beds each, separated by courtins, yes like an enfermary in the WWII)

I arrived to admissions, made the paper work, they gave me a bed (yuk!) and there I was... after fighting with myself for the last week, accepting the fact I was in that disgusting bed, ready to start my "two days treatment".

After being there for three hours as the star of some kind of "Show&Tell" class to all the young neurologists working at that hospital (my case is so rare that everytime I get into as Hospital, I became an object of study like a lab rat). They kept going and asking questions, and checking my reflections, my symptoms, etcetera. untill I got pissed off and started asking straight about when the hell they would start my treatment... they looked to themselves and some resident said: "oh no, I already talked to Doctor X (The man in charge) and he said we won´t start anything untill tomorrow..."

"Then, I´m out of here" (And I put my coat on).
The little resident became pale as snow and asked me to wait for a moment...
I said: "Lady, I´m here for only 48 hours against my will to do a special treatment my doctor prescripted me, and now, you are saying you want me to stay here just to warm up a bed until you decide when to start doing something TOMORROW, excuse me, I´m outta here..."

Then, another woman came up, one of these stoopid idiots who has that attitude that they´re the owners of the hospital with only 25 years old and a hedious rictus on her lips, she exclamed: "but mister, you know thsast if you leavee now we won´t be able to reserve the bed for you and you will probbably won´t find any bed free tomorrow"
My answer:
"Listen bitch, do you think this is the Hilton? I WON´T STAY A NIGHT HERE and about your "reservations"... well, I will take the risk" (of course this shut her stupid rictus up and never dare to speak to me again)

By this point the little resident was already bringing DrX to my room-aisle-community center- bed.
Dr X is a magnificennt doctor, one of the greatest that ever took my case, sincerelly I don´t know what the fuck was going on with him today.
My conversation with Dr X(this time gentler and more friendly than the ones with the other professional wannabes):

The point was that, by a stoopid misunderstood of my doctors (yes, they are the greatests profesionals here, but tonight I´m so furious that you can call them assholes!)
They didn´t want to start that ferocious treatment cuz "they needed to make a few testings first", then, while asking what those testings were about, they mention (between others) a Medular puncture (yes, to insert a 12 inches needle on my spine a to extract liquid from it)
AND I SAID I´M SORRY, I´M LEAVING.

I´m not scareed of needles on my back, the point it´s just that I already had 4 punctures of that in less than two years.... to have another one could cause an irreversible damage on my system, so.... CRAZY.

Dr X and I talked for more than a half hour, and he nooded while I was asking "and now what do you expect to find? don´t you remember how many times you tried to go after things that took you to nowhere? And now you wanna repeat that? tell me, why another puncture? why putting me in Jeopardy like that?"

He agreed and respected my decition of leaving the Hospital as long as my state of mind remained in one piece and as soon as I could avoid the need of strangle that bitch who talked to me about "reservations".

Now the plan is to wait, tomorrow morning Dr X, Dr G and Dr R, are suppossed to have a meeting to discuss all this, then, they will call me...

in the meantime... I´m still turning into a beautiful cactus or "in Jeopardy" as you Americans love to say...

AS ALWAYS, THANKS FOR ALL YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT. AND FOR ALL OF YOU UP THERE CLOSER TO ALEXIS, PLEASE, HE NEEDDS POSSITIVE ENERGY AS MUCH AS I DO!!!
(after all, he is the one who will have to wather the lil´argentinian cactus)

and it seems there are no other choices....

2006-05-29T03:57:00.000-03:00

Yes, tomorrow morning (monday) I´m going back to the Hospital...
Everything is so scary, sudden and wild, what two days ago was "trying to walk with my cane" now is "please hold me or I ended up in the floor".
What two days ago was "please help me with the fork to eat" now is "please feed me"... AND THE LIST GOES ON...

Sunday was surreal, moving, full of surprises and extremely emotional,

FIRST my Husband, 5000 miles away following every move, supporting me and embracingg me on his love by Skype. "I will never let you down" he said.

SECOND a very weird phonecall-correspondence with my ex (Jerk) who after two years reapeared offering me all his material in case I needed it for a new photo producytion. (he stoill has tons of my own stuff --costumes, etc-- on m,y former appartment) but the most surprisingly thing of this whole thing was the "friendly and familiar" tone he used... as Alexis said: "Ian, is evident that thers´s something he wanted to say for a long time : I´m sorry". THAT´S MY HUSBAND only a man of his integrity could have reach to that conclusion and say it in loud to the man he loves, I love u Alexis, I admire you.

THIRD: The hospitalization, I called my doctor several times to have no answer... but now I know a littlr more about this new treathment, they will put the line straight to my veins for two days and will test the reactions in blood several times a day, wich means I gotta be locked there for two or three days every month. Not that terrible you´d say nut I´m furious...

FOUURTH: I went to see my cast again, and took Mom with me, they were terrific, and I enjopoyed their after party even though I couldn´t barely move from my chair... The surprise here was that I had the honor to share my table with Edda Diaz, one of the leyends of the argentinian theatrical world. When I asked her how she looked so gorgeous she stared at me and said "because I´ve been in love for five years now". it was one on those moments. (here the picture with Mom, Edda and Me).

SIXTH: The projects that keeps on coming, first I got the full director seat of my musical for kids, no more second opinions or fightings with the castt (I fired one of them). Then, my other play, Sade, The divine Marquis is facing another season starting next saturday... (wow). Then Alejandra Kalnisky (photographer) has more picture projects with me--- and all this at the same time I´m turning into a beautiful cactus. (or any veggy you preffer)

and SEVENTH: well... watch yourselves

Now you see why I had to change my mind and go shopping for a robe, slippers, pijamas and sleeping pills????????????

BETWEEEEN DESPERATION, EXHAUSTION, EXITEMENT AND THE POWER OF YOUR ENERGY.

2006-05-26T22:28:00.000-03:00

I am not able to believe what has happenned today...

The day started with a Journey to the Hospital due to I have no improvemenrts under the increased dosys of cortizone I´ve been taken since My illness attacked my brain again. I was terrified cuz my doctor told me the night before that I would probbably be hospitalized to apply a new drug treathment....

I was desperate, furious, frightened, crying and completely lost.

My love (5.0000 miles away) woke me up playing our wedding song "You can´t stop the beat" on Skpe while I was trying to get dress and stop crying. Alexis always gets to the deepest corner of my soul and heart every time he tries to cheer me up, no matter how down I would be...

He wrote THIS post on his site asking people to rise their glases and send the good vibes and positive energy I needed to get through all this crap.

THE DOCTOR´S APPOINTMENT WAS KINDA WEIRD: For the first time since this all began I shown myself vulnerable and even cried in front of my doc, THAT´S IT, I´M DONE WITH THIS AND EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I´LL SURVIVE, I JUST CAN´T BE THE SAME HAPPY CLOWN YOU WERE TREATING LAST YEAR AND PLEASE FORGET ABOUT ME BEING HOSPIITALIZED, JUST FORGET IT!

SO this was the mood I was into during the whole day... this anguish, this frustration, this horrible feeling of having everything taken away... one by one, all the little things that I gained in the last two and a half years (from a coma state to a wedding with the love of my life in Florida) are vanishing away.... and now I can´t even go to the bathroom without assistance of an adult...

Oh, and they increased the cortizone pills from 60mmg to 80mg a day now!!

BUT THEN, THE MIRACLE HAPPENED: All this emails, salutations, tosts, good vibes and positive energy you all sent me became flesh.

At 9.30pm someone knocked my door.........Mom got it and I heard people whispering... then Mom stepped ahead and said: "Ian, you got a visit, but get ready cuz it will be very hard, are you sure you want the surprise or will this burn your nervs?

"I´m ok Mom, who is it?"

Nicolas, my Son, after three years of absense, entered my room to give me that hug you all were sending me via e- .

Three yeas since the last time he touched me, three years since the last time he kissed me, threeyears since the last time he looked into my eyes and said: Dad, I love you"

This time he came with his wonderful "real Blonde husband Matt, who was as happy as me to be here and finally met his Father in Law...

So, next time someone says positive energy is useless... he´ll be get A kick on his face...

THANK YOU

A MODEL of a BITCH

2006-05-24T15:00:00.000-03:00

Two weeks ago I had the wonderful surprise to know that the amazingly talented Alejandra Kalnisky (one of the new BabyDolls whos making giants steps in the BA ARTS PHOTOGRAPHY) was intereted in work with me...

Actually the real story is that my choreographer and friend Maku Malanchuck, my loyal partner in al the crazyness I´m always into, had the oportunity to work with this talented photographer during the shootings of her last portfolio. (Maku has a Boutique specialized in antique wardrobes and historical clothing where she also sells her own designs).

One fine day, Alejandra Kkalnisky (Aleksandra) was walking by the San Telmo neighbourghood streets and stopped by Maku´s place being enchanted by that Magical atmosphere created by the old velvets and the ancient Organzas she has for sell.

Then, Aleksandra decided to ask Maku to join her on her new portfolio production.
The pictures came out so wonderful that, once I watched them I got down on my knees praying Maku to introduce me to this talented young lady who was able to take those magnificent images on camera.

The rest was waiting... until one night, and after a thousand words from Maku about me, Aleksandra finally made the call and asked me if I was interested to work for her... OF COURSE OF COURSE OF COURSE!!!!!!
And it was ten minutes later when she already had pictures of me in diff´rent situations and a hundred diff´rent ideas for a concept to work on.

MAKE UP-COSTUME-LOCATION-STUDIO-ACCESSORIES-HAIRSTYLE-WIGS-HAIR EXTENSIONS- ELEMENTS-HATS......AND MORE...

Yesterday, after several emails, discutions, concepts, etc. I went to the glorious Alejandra Kalnisky Studio to start a shooting session that lasted for more hoursthhan we all were ready to.... but believe me, the atmosphere was so awesome and her talented hands manipulating any lence, light, costume... it was sureal.
And the results just FABULOUS.

We made three diff´rent sessions in one jouney

The first one was a "White Monk" under the title::
"Ian by Alejandra Kalnisky"
All very white, lightfull and angelical (if there can be such thing with me)

The second (and my favorite):
"Vampir Lestat" (it was like an expedition to my darkest side, very romantic, wild and monstruous) It was quite a experience! I´m still all chilly!! LOL

And the last,( but not the least):
"Il Pagliaci" (This is one of the Opera rols I love the most, and Aleksandra´s version of it was a very extreme, deep, representation of HOW anguish, melancoly and sadness afects on the human spirit. For me, as an actor, it was a real challenge and the results, as you all will see, are fantastic! it was long, one of my hardest and cathartic works.)

THIS ARE SOME SAMPLES SHE SENT ME- THE WHOLE PORTFOFIO WILL BE PUBLISHED SOON ON HER OWN SITE (SEE LINK ABOVE)

IAN BY ALEJANDRA KALNISKY

VAMPIRE LESTAT

IL PAGLICI

SEE THE WHOLE PORTFOLIO HERE

Crazy dummie theatrical sunday

2006-05-21T23:54:00.000-03:00

Sunday dummie sunday... that was the first thought that came to my mind when, while planning my day early in the morning, I found out that my entire family were going to the Renault Fuego Club this afternoon...
As some of you may remember, last year my Mom, spend a little fortune to get what it was her dream while she was a teenager...
AN 80´S RENAULT FUEGO SPORTIF COUPE
Well, it seems that all these little freaks who never really grew up and, while getting older, could afford one of these pieces of steel, joined all together to start what they call "a club".

So, every third sunday of the month, a big parade of Coupes Fuego is crossing the BA highways, to get together on a diff´rent point of the city...
Untill this point, sounds like a funny group of losers... but what if your familly decided to join them???
would you scream? I DID.
The least thing I wanted with my nowadays mood was to share the day with the happy family (ala Mickael Landon) with a bunch of gears and car freaks... but I had a play to asist in the afternoon... and I needed the ride...

So what-the-hell, I went...

The car exibition was boring boring boring (I hate coupes, they are unconfortable, expensive and......useless)

I took the chance to take a few pictures of this silly show to share with you...

This is our machine, It´s quite spectacular but so sadly old fashioned... well Mom´s choice!

Oh well, not all was about cars and engines... I did my best to try to find something interesting in the middle of all that dorky enviroment...
AND I DID IT!
(YUMMY!)

IN THE EVENING I finnaly got to the theatre to see my guys play, they were fantastic (as usual) and after the show, we all got together on our own club, The Classic ALCALÁ RESTAURANT.

Where most of our plays ended, having dinner, a few laughs and discussing every project we have in hands.. oh... artists!

I love this people!

2006-05-20T13:45:00.000-03:00

You know when nice people gets to your heart and become Good friends, they never leave...

And yes, times goes by, life goes by and you would probably loose contact with them, you would probably stop writting letters, or calling... or even saying hi on MSN Messenger...

But they´re always there, inside your heart, in that very same place you gave them when you knew they had entered your life to stay...

Dekel & George, my angels from Tel-Aviv. (THIS is the short story once I wrote about Them)

The reason of this post is that no matter what I´m doing, or where I could be, if I hear the words "Eurovision Contest", I can only think about these two.

When they came to Argentina they brought with them a huge collection of tunes from this very important Song contest from Europe, and guess what? they turnned me into another Eurovision Fan Freak!!!!! yes, living in Argentina!!

Thanks to Sattelite TV and internet, I´ve been able to follow this show every year since they lefft... and, of course, to have each tune, read every review and even vote for my favorites each year... it´s like being an American Idol freak, but in Europe... uhm...Argentina.

I love you Dekel & George

HAPPY EUROVISION WEEKEND!!!!!

2006-05-19T00:30:00.000-03:00

One of the things I am terrrified about, since this new fall of my health came up, are my meds secondary effects... I´ve already mentioned on this blog the several problems that a huge dosis of Cortizone like the one I´m taking now everyday can give to your whole system..

And even though I´ve been taking these pills for less than a week, I can feel the changes have started and, believe me, that´s not an easy to thing deal with...

Before all the physicall aspects (pimples, stretch marks, skin spots, lost hair, lost nails, liquid retention=inflation of the body...etc) The ones that came first were all those little things that you can´t see on a picture...

Anxhiety disorders, chmging moods, imsomnia, palpitations, shakens, anguish, and the worst of them all: bitterness.

I can´t control my emotions... and now, while writting this and against my will, I had taken two of those fucking pills I always denied to take, just to stop this horrible state of anger-anguish-pain-sorrow. This bitter cocktail I´m going through tonight and that already made me hurt someone I love.

I can´t control it, and now I decided to take the pills, relaxing, calming...doping... whatever...

I can hear Jack Nicholson saying

"I wanna be a better man"

I´m sorry.

2 months

2006-05-18T01:22:00.000-03:00

Toay it´s two months since I sat in front of you all (the ones that were there in the room and all the others that were sharing our love inside our hearts) to say "I do" ...

I do love this man
I do want to be his for the rest of my life
I do want to share my happiness with you all
I do think this is the happiest moment of my life
I do need his arms round me always
I do admire him, in every aspect you can admire a man
I do want to cellebrate he is in my life
I do know he is THE ONE
I do compromise to join him to build our future together
I do cherish all we´ve been trough as my own treasure
I do feel he has saved my life
I do want him to be mine for the rest of his life
I do cry if he is not near
I do smile just thinking about him
I do tremble everytime he touchs me
I do dream to be the man he deserves.

I DO

(and I´d do it again, and again, and again, and again...)

I MISS YOU

A Bitch in action!

2006-05-17T00:59:00.000-03:00

Never ask a Handicapped Bitch to direct your play... Unless you really hate your Cast and want to give them some sort of punishment.
Yes, and NEVER let her carry her cane to a rehearsall She could be very intimidating...

ANGELS

2006-05-13T14:48:00.000-03:00

I always reffer to my friends as ANGELS, and that´s what they are.
Since the very same moment the word of my new fall was out they started calling, visiting and even ploting a smart-ass move to take me out.

Angel #1 was Manu, the most loveable straight boy I ever met (I´m sorry Boris), He once came to live with my ex (Jerk) and I to my former downtown appartmen during the first stages of my illnes (he used to take me out to run my wheelchair in the BA fast-speed Avenues). And no, no matter how many attemps I have made, I couldn´t turn him gay (though now he knows the difference between Jean Paul Gaultier and Dolce & gabanna).

Manu came to my house for the day and joined me to my brainscan emergency appointment (at 1am!) and stayed until It was over just to give me a hug.

Angel#2 Maria, Countess of Navarro, My one and only Friend from Highschool, Maria is always there for me, we shared the same passions (and sick humor) If you are a regular visitor here, then you are usd to her name and our evil adventures. In case you are not familiar with them, take five minutes to read this one, my favorite.

Maria took me to her house and spent what it was one of the most painfull evennings I ever expierienced (or remember). [yes Daa´ling, THAT evenning]
She even gave me a pair of fabulous black opera gloves from the 1890´s that belonged to her great grand mother (picture shown here).

Angel#3 was another Countess, the wonderful Countess Bedelia, who was with me all the time, giving me wise advice and love through a thousand emails that were arriving to my email account in the most critical hours (right when I needed them). I love her, and I thank fate everyday to put her on my way.
I invite all of you to read the blog of such a sofisticated lady and, like me, to fall in love with her fabulousness.

Angel #4 was the amazing singer Andrea Toraño (here, a video of a duet were performed on a
Music hall).
Andrea is another familiar name on this blog, She´s the winner of the I-make-it-look-fabulous Award every time one of her outfits enters a room. She really knows where the fan is and how to get it.
She took me out to my favorite place, Milion, and started pushing me in to be part of her new project (she offered me the Production of her next show) thing I accepted right away. (projects are always good!)

Then Angel #5 and Angel #6 joined us at Milion.

#5 Jorgelina, a wonderful Opera Singer I have met last year. A very sweet girl who helped me a lot to get my voice back during my rehab days (my illness affected my throat and paralized it, d making me loose my voice, I couldn´t even speack then) .

and finally #6, Fred.
Fred entered to my life as all the most amazing men I adore did, as A LOVER.
Several years ago we crossed our ways and...well...it happened.
Then I had a stupid boyfriend that was about to get kicked and Edu was a precious, young, suscesfull, good looking man with that hipnotic look on his hazel eyes...well... it happened.
Even though we enjoyed (!!!) our affair, I had my boyfriend,and then, a few month later, Fred found the love of his life ...so "our thing" turned out to be a beautiful friendship that lasts ´till today.
Yesterday, after three years without seeing each other, he entered one of the rooms of Milion to give me a hug. It was awesome.

So, ladies and gentleman!, the stormy mood´s been taken away...

thanks to all of you who showed your support and care and love and prayers and possitive energyand all those líl´things that are like candy for the soul... and as someone commented once: "I AM a gifted person"

Thanks to knottyboy, Jesse, Serra, the guys in SoBe, Scotty, Ryan, Babs, Mikelino, MrU, Tish, Jon, Jeff, thephoenixnyc , Joey, Unknown Reader(so sweet), Marko, and all those wonderful people out there in the dark for all your emails/comments/calls during the storm.

And of course, to my hero, ARCHANGEL, the most sofisticated AA member (no, not American Airlines... no) the reason I go on, my life, lover and now FLAMBOYANT HUSBAND:
ALEXIS. ( trying to kill me in this picture).

The Veredict

2006-05-11T15:50:00.000-03:00

The Brainscan was clean... no weird spots to worry about, no grey shadows, no tumor, NO STROKE.

But unfortunatelly, this is not something to be happy about (though it is, in a way).
The symptoms are still there, and they (as my fucking strange and undefined illness) are not leaving me (thing we all thought it was happening).
NO, IT´S NOT LEAVING, and I´m facing another fall.
That´s the veredict...

Last time it happened I ended up in a coma for 4 days. Who knows what´s waiting for me now.

As a prevention move, my Docs have increased today my medication (yes, those drugs that have been poisoning my blood for the last two years, making me look like a Mutant Hippo all inflated and full of pimps in my back, not to mention the bloody injures in my skin, imsomnia and loosing my nails).

Yes, my regular dosis has been increased 30 times today.

Now if anyone comes to me saying he has a problem and start complaining about his job... I swer I´ll shoot him.

AND ALL OF YOU, DON´T BE STUPID! ENJOY YOUR LIFE! ENJOY EACH DAY AS IF IT WAS THE LAST! AND GO OUT, RUN, BREATH, SCREAM IF YOU HAVE TO...BUT DON´T STAY HOME FEELING MISERABLE ABOUT YOURSELF...

You never know where the end is...or what is waiting for you there....

BRAINSCAN--------------YUK

2006-05-10T03:29:00.000-03:00

It´s 3.30 in the morning, I just got back from my EMERGENCY BRAINSCAN.
As the Profesional Pet of Neurology that I became, I´m used to those big noisy and annoying coffins where they insert you for 40 minutes to enjoy your claustrophobia.

THE RESULTS WILL BE TOMORROW AT 5PM.

I´ll make an update to tell you hows is it.

Thanks for all your love and support.
Ian.

BRAINSCAN UPDATE *

WELL, there´s been a mistake with the papers... the results will be ready for tomorrow, right before my appointment with my Neurologist. So, tomorrow night we will know what the fuck is happening to my lil´old crappy brain.

24 hours more in PAM (Panic Attack Mode).

* Jeffy, I stole this creepy picture from your site, thanks!

2006-05-08T21:34:00.000-03:00

I know you all usually come to this blog to have a few laughs, and that´s absolutely Fantastic but I´m afraid you won´t get them with this post... My apologies.

Since I got back from Florida, I´ve been feeling a lil´odd (phisically), and, instead of calling my doctor or ask someone for advise, I just stayed cool thinking:"It´s just that I need to get used to live here again... nothing serious"

Well, last two weeks I felt I had more troubles of coordination, my legs were "confused" and it was a lil´bit hard to keep my balance while walking (with my cane, of course).

But I stayed silent (as my insecurities were growing).

I sent a message to my neurologist and he replied giving me an emergency apointment today at 5.30pm.

He was surprised when I told him about all the improvements I had during my visit to Miami Beach, and very worried while he was making a few tests on my body. It seems all these lil´symptoms are the signs of another STROKE.

I must wait now until next week to see the results of several tests including a deep BrainScan to see if this theory is correct or if I am just a victim of some stupid virus I got flying ´round BA endless night.

Last time this happenned, I ended on a wheelchair for more than a year, (not to mention a week on a coma) but this time I´m ready... as I told Alexis (husband):

"it won´t be easy... but I´ve been there already"

And be sure about this:
I WON´T GIVE UP.

So let them come...

The Endless Night Chronicles:" Embarrassment at the Fanciest Place of Buenos Aires Elite "

2006-05-05T13:27:00.000-03:00

From all the marvalous places Buenos Aires Night (and morning, and noon) can offer, Milion is the top of the tops.

Milion is a 4 story building (a french petite palace) built in 1913, turned into a huge restaurant-bar with several art exibitions in the 3rd floor and a magnificent garden (with ancient trees) wich includes an incredible view of the back of the house and its giant Carrara Marble stairs.

One of the reasons that makes Milion´s atmosphere so unique is that all furniture and decoration (curtains, tables, chairs, etc) are original from the 1910´s (perfect shape, of course)and the lighting is set the way you "see what you have to see" getting you drown in another age where you can find yourself having a cocktail on a table between a marble and bronx chimeny and a old large piano.

Another goodie is that you can choose a room of the house and close its doors so you can have a "private party" (as I used to celebrate my birthdays there every year).

Needless to say this place is the choice of every single raising star-local celebrity-new rich- VIPs in town, and that its prices are not easily affordable.

Of course, by the time I was a regular costumer, ahem, my situation wasn´t the one I am now, and I used to go there after work every day, so, the staff started to call me by my name, making me feel home and giving me a few "special benefits" so this place became a perfect operation base to start all my dates, just to impress the boy when we jumped the queue and got the greatest table, or got free champagne to make a tost, or extra chocolate in our desserts.

Last night, my date was the sweet and charismatic actor Martin Perez who, instead of being impressed by the place (that wasn´t the idea anyway) he impressed me by a wonderful talk and a very enjoyable night between cocktails and calamari (his idea, yuk).
The original plan was to leave early to attend a live sex performance called "The Phantom of the Opera" but we were having such a wonderful time that we quit the idea of watching "dickdancers" wearing a cape and a mask (here are the pictures of the show. CAREFULL-NUDITY).

We stayed until almost 4am and left.
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Oh! you wanna know about the embarrassing situation!
By the moment the check arrived I took it first cuz my intentions were to invite sweet Martin (This place is so fucking expensive! but it´s worthy) but, when I was counting my cash... I didn´t have enough money to pay the whole thing!!!!!!!!!
It seems that somewhere in the way to Milion, I lost a 50box bill (maybe it fell when I payed for the car, I dunno) and I wanted to die.

Finally, when Martin, who was stearing at me during the I-lost-my-fucking-money-and-I-can-only-pay-the-half-of-it thing (with a same-old-story look on his face) took a hundred from his wallet and, accepting my money, paid the check.

Next goes on me, Martin, I swer...

Cconspiracy!!!!!!!

2006-05-03T14:44:00.000-03:00

I guess you all remember the stories about my Son Nico who is living in Iowa, US. since he moved there to study (insert whatever the hell related with numbers he is studying) at the University of Iowa five years ago.
Well, I have enough clues to believe there´s something odd going on between my flamboyant, adorable soon-to-be-kicked-on-his-ass husband and my beautiful latin-lover-wannabe lil´(well, not that lil´) son.

Last week, during one of our endless and wonderful phone chats:

Alexis (husband): Did you have any news from Nico?

Ian (meeeh): who?

A: Nico!

I: What Nico?

A: your son! Nico!

I: oh, Nico

A: yes! Nico!

I: ok! Nico! No, nothing since he wrote to say he wasn´t coming to the wedding...

A: oh...

I: why? you know something?

A: (gasp) no, I was just asking...

I: you know something!

A: no, I was just asking...

I: you know...

A: no, I don´t

I: yes, you do

A: no, I don´t

I: He is coming

A: ...

I: does he?

A: I don´t know...(gasp again)

I: now that you mention, I remember a comment of him on my blog saying "get ready for a surprise" what do you know?

A: yes!! That´s why I asked about him!

I: I don´t believe you, I know you too much, you are lying to me...

A: no, I don´t

I: yes, you do

A: no I don´t

I: yes you do...

A: whatevaaahhh

I: whatevaaahhh

So, If my Son is coming, someone´s nose will grow so much that he won´t need hanger holders anymore, for the rest of his life...

as for me, to have someting thaaaaaaaat long coming from my husband´s body, ahem, could be very interesting doncha think?

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IF YOU DON´T KNOW ABOUT MY SON, READ THE FOLLOWING STRACT FROM MY TWIGLIGHT ZONE POSTS:

YUP, I HAVE A teenage SON.
before you all run to get an exorcist, or a mental institution, Ill start to point this clear. Life gave me one of the most wonderful gifts I ever had: the love of a son.This is a very long story, full of joy and sadness, love and hate, tears an laughs. But for the moment, all you need to know about Nikki (my son) is:I met him when he was 17 and right away I became some kind of protector tohim, I was always there giving support and advice, helping him to get through a very particular family situation. (a very hard-to-live one, like taken from a movie). I was amazed with this little guy, and suddenly he was an important part of my life.In the meantime he won a very important scholarship to study in IOWA-USA! so,we started to get the idea of living apart from each other in the followingyears. As the day of departure became closer... this "FAMILY SITUATION" became worstand worst, so nikki spent a few nights at my home with my family.
In one of those endless nights he decided that, from that moment and further I woul be his father, that everytime he would think of me, he would do it as if I were his own father... and that was as crazy as sweet.
since that night he calls me dad. and, believe me, i love him as my own son. Now he´s livig in IOWA, he has graduated a few months ago and he´s planning to hit the big apple.
AND AS HIS FATHER, I CAN´T BE MORE PROUD OF HIM.