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The above article is taken from a
1999 issue of "Time Out", and it covers the 25th anniversary of Iggy
and the Stooges' final show; not to mention the live
recording of that show, originally released under the title of
"Metallic KO", and now available as a fab double CD! ("Live recording
of that show" - now there's
a sentence that can afford to lose an adjective.) By the way, if you
haven't heard this absolut motherfucker
of an album, you really do need to be fucked up the ass with a big
strap-on! The motherfuckerness or otherwise of this album, however, has
nothing to with my reasons for posting the above article. If you want
to know my reasons, take a look at the paragraph beginning about
halfway down the second column; it commences with the words: "The
relish in those three words is worth the price of admission alone."
Man, have you ever read a book, an essay, an article, a few lines even,
and felt as if the writer was speaking to you personally? As if they
knew all about you; your background, your history, your personality;
and sitting at their desk, they suddenly thought to themselves, "hell,
I'm gonna write this next bit just for X"? 'Course you do;
hell, it's only that quality that makes our fave pieces of writing so
special! Anyway, I wanted to draw your attention to the above article
because that particular paragraph describes perfectly the shit I went
through as a 17-year-old coming out onto the tranny scene for the first
time.
Previous to my coming out, I was a sad, reclusive, loner, who felt totally alienated from everyone around me - there was literally no-one in the vicinity who I felt was either remotely similar to me, or else at all capable of understanding me. When I came out onto the tranny scene, however, I immediately found myself surrounded by friendly, sympathetic individuals who felt the same way as me about so many things, and were also prepared to listen to me and even try to understand me (the first time I had ever experienced this).
Becoming a member of the human race, however, meant that I had to form some idea, however vague and loosely-defined, of who I actually was. I had to create some sort of identity for myself - and as if that wasn't enough, it had to be an identity I actually liked! Discovering punk at this point was, of course, a tremendous help. Here was a look, a style, an attitude which seemed to encapsulate everything I felt; and the fact that its highest principle was that of individual self-expression gave me the freedom necessary to create an identity I considered to be mine, and mine alone. And while the passage in the above article superbly describes my search as a 17-year-old for an identity I could call my own, the following quote describes the process of reinvention that followed with such accuracy and insight, I wonder the author wasn't there to see it for himself:
"From Elvis to Little Richard to the Stones to Joplin to Led Zeppelin, we get an endless run of freakish figures reinventing themselves as studs and sluts. Having shaken off their previously nerdish or no-hope origins, they turned to their audience and sneered 'Ya jealous cocksuckers!' with all the force their prissy mouths could muster."
How's that for a bolt of erect something-sized truth? Anyway, seems to me I've said all I can on this particular subject; so why don't I just finish off this little post with a burst of crutch-grabbin', lip-sneerin', chest-slappin' egotism, of a kind that could only come from Luis as you see him now (and it's a blast of bravado to make Iggy himself proud): "I'm the coolest, smartest, sexiest, hardest tranny punk blogger and webmistress in the whole of the motherfuckin' tranniesphere, and y'all little runts ain't fit to lick my black patent-leather stillettoes! Oh, and by the way - you pricks can throw every goddamn thing in the world, and your girlfriend will still love me, ya jealous cocksuckers!"
Previous to my coming out, I was a sad, reclusive, loner, who felt totally alienated from everyone around me - there was literally no-one in the vicinity who I felt was either remotely similar to me, or else at all capable of understanding me. When I came out onto the tranny scene, however, I immediately found myself surrounded by friendly, sympathetic individuals who felt the same way as me about so many things, and were also prepared to listen to me and even try to understand me (the first time I had ever experienced this).
Becoming a member of the human race, however, meant that I had to form some idea, however vague and loosely-defined, of who I actually was. I had to create some sort of identity for myself - and as if that wasn't enough, it had to be an identity I actually liked! Discovering punk at this point was, of course, a tremendous help. Here was a look, a style, an attitude which seemed to encapsulate everything I felt; and the fact that its highest principle was that of individual self-expression gave me the freedom necessary to create an identity I considered to be mine, and mine alone. And while the passage in the above article superbly describes my search as a 17-year-old for an identity I could call my own, the following quote describes the process of reinvention that followed with such accuracy and insight, I wonder the author wasn't there to see it for himself:
"From Elvis to Little Richard to the Stones to Joplin to Led Zeppelin, we get an endless run of freakish figures reinventing themselves as studs and sluts. Having shaken off their previously nerdish or no-hope origins, they turned to their audience and sneered 'Ya jealous cocksuckers!' with all the force their prissy mouths could muster."
How's that for a bolt of erect something-sized truth? Anyway, seems to me I've said all I can on this particular subject; so why don't I just finish off this little post with a burst of crutch-grabbin', lip-sneerin', chest-slappin' egotism, of a kind that could only come from Luis as you see him now (and it's a blast of bravado to make Iggy himself proud): "I'm the coolest, smartest, sexiest, hardest tranny punk blogger and webmistress in the whole of the motherfuckin' tranniesphere, and y'all little runts ain't fit to lick my black patent-leather stillettoes! Oh, and by the way - you pricks can throw every goddamn thing in the world, and your girlfriend will still love me, ya jealous cocksuckers!"
And as a counterpount to the
above orgasm of self-flattery, I proudly present
my good friend and fellow artist dou_ble_you's
video "Trollin'" - created to accompany the song of the same name from The Stooges' 2007 reunion album "The Weirdness..."