One thing I have even less sympathy for than usual as I try to find an agent: people who get a Big Five Publishing deal and then crash out posting ableist slurs and homophobic comments and then doubling down on them.

I was led to believe adult life would involve at least one person arriving at my house in a trenchcoat in the middle of the night to flash and seduce me. And it hasn’t happened even once.

I don’t think we’re mean enough to people who use generative A.I. It leads to them bragging about using it to come up with ideas for creative projects.

While I query my novel, I have returned to my gay noir I started and set aside a couple of years ago. It’s like The Long Goodbye, but gay and porn industry related.

Pretty excited about Laura Dern in White Lotus since her last collaboration with Mike White produced the brilliant Enlightened!

Kind of grosses me out how many white gays proclaim to be liberals or leftists, but then spout constant fatphobia and body negativity.

I discovered someone who caused a pretty major career setback for me a few years ago went down in flames in an embarrassing way as the result of their own stupidity. And it happened months ago so I don’t even have to keep checking for the next plot twist.

Still querying. Trying not to take rejections to heart. At least the two personalized ones I got seemed to boil down to “This is not the right type of novel for us.” Selling me a line or not, a little kindness during this process from someone who could very easily just be cruel means a lot.

Seeing this classic on the big screen tonight.

On a Bret Easton Ellis re-read.

My friend made a game of Jeopardy for his birthday, and there was a category just about me.

Lifting weights in my gym bro drag.

Sydney Sweeney’s fan got unreasonably mad at me for a rather innocuous joke about her. White jeans strike again.

Let my barber try something new with my hair.

Seriously, fuck Steven Soderbergh. Why pay actual artists when you can steal from them and destroy the environment to make a (Christ on a cracker) John and Yoko documentary.

This Easter, I chose heresy. #hanteddavidart #supportqueerartists #queerart #beefcake #witches #brujos

He likes it under the couch, but he pokes his snoot out occasionally to make sure he isn’t missing anything. Watching his scuttle under there in his side is pretty hilarious.

What Pontius Pilate and Longinus were doing while Jesus was resurrecting and leaving the tomb.

So selfish bottom coded for Jesus to make sure he was the most important person to get nailed this weekend.

Not surprised people still support him. I mean, let’s not forget the intellectual post-rationalization that went into trying to paint “Heil Hitler” as a subversive statement on race instead of just him being a fucking Nazi.

Just reminded myself how much I love Shock Treatment tonight.

Been not feeling great about my appearance, but an Instagram ad asked if I knew how to reverse pancake butt and I was reminded that I have an ass that won’t quit and that will never be an issue for me. 😏

I wrote the most upsetting thing I have written, and it was about my feelings concerning AI. Go figure.

Querying Day: who even knows?

Today is #TransDayOfVisibility... Your existence is not up for debate. Your lives are not a political issue. Visibility matters. Identity is power. Trans rights are human rights. #HauntedDavidArt #supportqueerartists #queerart #transart #translivesmatter #protecttransyouth

Actual Footage of Querying.

It’s pretty much over for me. I just started following a bear who plays hockey and rides a sled pulled by huskies.

The homosexual urge to tell a boy, “Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, ‘That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past.’”

Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

After an hour of dancing, it’s down to an open collar shirt and a gold chain just like my forefathers.

Querying makes me want to cry, vomit, laugh, pump my fist in the air, feel hope, make a deal with God, get Him to swap our places, run up that road, run up that hill, and run up that building.

I think Alan Ritchson ripping me in half like that log would fix me.

Happy 152nd birthday to prolific gay American artist, J.C. Leyendecker who lived a "bachelor's life" with his studio manager & frequent model, Charles A. Beach, for nearly 50 years. #JCLeyendecker #supportqueerartists #queerart #homoerotic

Maybe when you are done lusting after ICE agents you can go tongue polish some jackboots.

Some vermin lurking under the sheets.

dude chill

Currently actively querying and it is kind of like this.

Ewan McGregor continuing to age like fine wine is extra distracting as I just rewatched The Pillow Book and know what is in those trousers.

I mean, it’s great you have progressive politics. That doesn’t preclude you from being an asshole.

I was really on one this week.

In honor of rewatching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, I had a “Heavy Boobs” Double Feature tonight with Big Boobs Buster and Vixen.

In honor of Friday the 13th, here is my very scientific (re: not remotely) ranking of the Friday the 13th Series. First up, the ones I like: Part II Part VI: Jason Lives Part III Friday the 13th (1980) Freddy vs. Jason Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday The Final Chapter

I’m gonna give it to you straight about Jason. His body was never recovered from the lake after he drowned. And if you listen to the old-timers in town, they’ll tell you he’s still out there...watching... thirsty for young blood. #haunteddavidart #supportqueerartists #queerart #fridaythe13th

I sent my first query letter today. The journey begins.

Ben Appel should be denied membership into the gay cabal and no self-respecting homo should date his self-loathing ass.

The face of one who has never felt remorse no matter how many times he kicks me in the face.

Despite being a massive fan of Pieces, I had never seen any other movies by Juan Piquer Simón. I decided to remedy that by watching the gory and ridiculous Slugs.