Big Easy Boyfriend

BIG EASY BOYFRIEND

—Andrei Codrescu 

His soul-seed came awfully hard—
Shooting the back of my head off

He made me swallow every drop—
Something his girlfriend wouldn’t do

His stiff Créole cock a snake with—
A forked tongue that got my tonsils

I gagged and it turned him on—
Choking me to death with his load

He called me her name and groaned—
I milked every fucking Zimbabwe drop

He came harder the second time—
He was so loaded he almost fainted

Watching him shudder made me weak—
His water moccasin cum tasted awful

How could such a handsome teen stud—
Make me wanna crave his Shango cum?

Big Easy Soul Seed

BIG EASY SOUL SEED
—for Ahmos Zu-Bolton

I don’t wanna write a poem—
About making out with a young
Black Voodoo stud back then

I don’t wanna write anything—
That says “blackness is” because
Everybody knows the real thing
Is the 10,000 evil ways we all
Came over here as black slaves

All I know is he was endowed—
And I tasted his tart African cum
And I got him off three times so
That his moody Big Easy love
Got into me real good with his
Nasty-tasting wads of soul seed

Voodoo Love is what I needed—
I let him flow through me mixing
With my mother’s mulatto love
Feeling his Shango sperm giving
Me all his masculine power down
To the last jizzy Voodoo squirt

Making my penis even blacker—
I could feel it getting bigger too
Feeling his deep Erzulie ecstasy 
Oozing Ogoun spaz through me 
All fucking night long, baby

Voodoo Mysteries

VOODOO MYSTERIES
—for Alden Reimonenq 

New Orleans is a rotting city—
It’s been rotting away for centuries

An ancient tired old seaport—
Down by my murky Gulf of Mexico

Katrina was nothing new—
The city’s been dying for years

Hurricanes & floods come & go—
But decadent depravity flourishes

You can smell the rotting death—
For miles downwind at night

You can smell the stench of evil—
Cane, rum and black slavery

Créoles from Haiti & Guadalupe—
Their loa-languishing loins

Ibo, Congo, Nago black cock—
My mulatto mother’s complexion

My delta dinge dick her gift—
Reminding me of my divinity

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erbfZKct8QE

ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK REDUX

"Everyone's Coming To New York" is the song being sung at the stage show where Snake first meets Cabbie. The lyrics are as follows: 

Shoot a cop/

With a gun/

The Big Apple is plenty of fun/

Stab a priest/

With a fork/

And you'll spend your vacation in New York/ 

Rob a bank/

Take a truck/

You can get here by stealing a buck/

This is bliss/

It's a lark/

Honey, everyone's coming to New York!/

No more Yankees/

Strike the word from your ears/

Play the roulette/

There's no more opera at the Met/

This is hell/

This is fate/

But now this is your home and it's great/

So rejoice/

Pop a cork

Honey, everyone's coming to New York!

Escape from New York

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DESIGNING A NEW SCOUT UNIFORM 

“Ultimately, designers dictate 
the uniforms that we adopt, 
and it is fashion victims who 
blindly follow in the hope to 
become more desirable/
accepted/higher up in the 
social hierarchy.”
—Is Fashion Fascism? 
I THINK, THEREFORE I BLOG...

http://sophiecoughlan.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-fashion-fascism.html 
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We create new styles of fashions—
using cheap media design to exploit us.
It is rare to find someone who possesses 
true style, be it rebelling from the decreed 
‘this season’s look’ or merely just knowing 
what suits their body politik & shaping it. 

It takes a confident designer to try—to pull off the more daring looks of such a radical new season of scouting fashion, and it takes a much braver one to defy the often repressive fascist nature of the state & withstand the barrage of attacks from all angles from the formidable and unforgiving media and society—the sheep of yesterday versus those of today.
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This brings us to start questioning the future career designs of a new Boy Scouts of America uniform. We have all read many comparisons between obvious propaganda and public relations—and the need to agree on any further compounding of scouting fascism and forced skinniness ‘agreed’ conformity.

The integrity of any tried and tested institution only lasts so long—whether it’s the military DADT policy of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” or the DOMA policy of the “Defense of Marriage Act.” The American realpolitik zeitgeist changes and so does the Style of the Moment. 
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Future campaigns and jobs depend on the promoting of something that is ultimately stylistically new and relevant—a style that’s not damaging to society and the image of its own forwarding tres advanced culture. Style is important—social design is how the future reforms the past and becomes the Now.

Analyzing an industry and culture is difficult—especially one that’s often blamed with the strangling constraints of complex postmodern QT style. 
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The resulting shift in Queer Theory Style toward the new Boy Scouts—means redesigning the aforementioned fascist male-dominated fashion designs of pre-war fascist Italy and post-Weimer Berlin.

STYLE is mainly driven by men who design for women—as opposed to men designing for boyz. If this were not the case, then the fewer clothes the better for both sexes. 
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But we're all aware of how QT Fascist gay men are—seemly entranced to leather, SM and Joan Crawford shoulder pads. 

Svelte looks and that Bette Davis way of devastatingly scoping—around the whole fucking boring tacky joint. And quipping bitchily but ever so stylishly—“What a fucking goddamn dump!!!”

NEW SCOUTING FASHIONS 

“Social theorists speak of the "scavenging aesthetic" of modern fashion, of designers rooting around among "the archaeology of modernity" for hints and motifs and antiquated garments that resonate now, of how the modern doubles back on itself, as the past returns to "disturb and unsettle the confidence of the modern."—PETER POPHAM, “Fashion and Fascism—A Love Story,” The Independent, 3/06/2011
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What could be more fashionable today than—
resurrecting worn-out old Boy Scouting USA?

What could be more decadent, my dears—
than a haughty Hitlerjungend Fashion Show?
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What could simply be more tres de rigueur—
than designing nouveau Scouting Haute Couture?

What could be more kitschy & kosher—
than some cute sexy Hitler Youth models?
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What could be more chic & up-to-date—
than some new Young Republicans in drag?

Throw in the Religious Right & Repugs too—
Rename “GOP” as the “Gay Old Party”!!!
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What could simply be more exciting and—
challenging than today’s lazy Slacker youth?

Getting them off their slovenly fat asses—
into the Disco Cages of Gay Bars once again?
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Surely Boy Scouting hasn’t gone out of style—
let those antiquated garments resonate anew!

Scavenging & rooting around those campfires—
giving the boyz a new breeder fascist face lift!
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Let the Boy Scout Past double back on itself—
returning to disturb & unsettle us once again

Shaking the confidence of Boring Bourgeoisie—
queer heteronormative Boy Scouts in drag!!!