It's all cozy here in Little Saigon, San Francisco.
I am smirking over the Tiger Woods domestic abuse scandal- in a nutshell- his wife attacked him.
My viewpoint concerning inter racial relationships is It's Your Thang Do Whatchuwanna Do!
Back in the day I had a brief youthful marriage. Hasn't everyone?? Hubby was Black. Afterwards I have dated whom ever pleases me.
Yes Virgina, there are single, "str8" Black men in San Francisco and I have enjoyed dating some although they often didn't want to go to "white events" with me...
I digress!
When I see a Brah with a non-Black woman I smile cause *somebody* must be working overtime.
Except... it's Black male "stars" who make it their business to let the world in on the horror of their obvious self-hate by dissing Black women in interviews (as unfit romantic partners).
Not one Black female celeb dieses Black men as unfit parnters, not even Tina Turner.
So it's sad that Black men are the only men who make it their business to diss dog and denigrate a Sis in song video and movies... have you seen BET these days? Their message is: mulattas and Latinas are the New Black.
Black ladies, step down and off. Or, into the arms of "those who will appreciate us" (a WHOLE nother blog post)... Robert DeNiro and David Bowie? Sean Penn- PLEASE (If he beat down *Madonna* AND the Mother of his Children, he most certainly will share his rage with that hot young Black model he dating...).
Oh and the pursed lips and eye rolls when we date Brad. Negroes please!! I don't wear a hair weave and I do NOT buy men dinner, so kick rocks to Shanequia's house. Nappy haired ol' me is not being screwed by Tiger.
Old Ass Racial Joke Or Is It?
"What's the best way for a Black woman to get the attention of a Black man?
Be seen with a White man..." Drum roll, I'm playing Vegas next week.
Alas- non-Black women aren't the stereotypical docile "fragile blonde" Miss Anne nor the spicy sexy dumb "Salsa Mami" and ha!! Ming Lee is anything but a rice cooking docile domestic!- too bad some Black men trick themselves into believing... lame racial stereotypes...
Yet and STILL... New and Old Jack Sports heroes movie stars singers and "rappers" love to broadcast their dislike of the "difficult Black woman."
Dehumanizing their Goddess Mother figure cause Daddy wasn't around to show them how to appreciate,love and nurture Black women.
No need for a therapist to link the obvious connection between Black single-motherhood and absentee BLACK Fathers who aren't there to model behavior for their sons.
Father- less Black men can be needy and confused 'Daddy being gone is normal' thus peer pressure/groups video games rap videos and sometimes ignorant and color-struck relatives misrepresent and more importantly, devalue the feminine and worth of Black women who raise them.
Where do you think the myth of the loud angry Black woman came from? You too would be pissed (Freud here! That mad Mummy is depressed...), if you were stuck raising kids with no help from your "Baby Daddy" (CNN now uses this lousy term!).
Which comes to Tiger Woods a guy so durn Black that he made up "Cablasian" as a race in order to let us know he wasn't one of us, one of THEM... then he married the whitest (nanny!!) he could find. Out of all the educated beauties he chose a milk-pale babysitter to quickly breed with.
Wifey popped out two rug rats and just the other day she got sick of his (all too common) Black Male Drama: cheating with a woman.
I do not believe that Black men cheat more than white men so it's too bad about celebs such as Kobe, Lamar Odom, Reggie Bush, Terence Howard, Westly Snipes, Taye Diggs and now Tiger Woods who get labled as drama kings and sex crazed ho's who can't keep it in their pants and most certainly don't know how to treat a (non-Black) lady.
Black Male Drama's King is OJ Simpson he of course dumped his loyal Black wife for the 17 year old White waitress (notice a trend here??), whom he later beat, stalked and murdered.
Failed basketball star/bisexual laughing stock Dennis Rodman is Black Male Drama's Man-In-Waiting ("I couldn't find one cool Black lady in all of Chicago" WTF!!), with a long rap sheet including domestic abuse against the white women in his life.
Young "singer" Chris Brown, prefers to date, Beat n Cheat on Sistas ('memba that infamous pic of singer/model Rihanna's lovely face bloodied and swollen?) so be brave my Black Ladies, there is a bright light on the multi-kulti horizon...
Women such as myself keep our options open and our mouths shut. I have NEVER dissed Brahs as unfit romantic partners in front of White men nor do I take kindly if they trash-talk White women...fact is when a man disses his people to you, he will diss you to his people!
For the rest of you Sistas taking crap being number three wearing a musty hair-weave and tolerating Black Male Drama cause you're afraid of dating outside of the box, consider Tiger Woods'... wife.
Satire?
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Bohemian gratitudes from Little Saigon, San Francisco
Salutations,Kittens and Poodles!
It's all gravy in more ways than it takes to tuck someone
into bed here in Little Saiogon. Get yer mind out of the adult play store - folks are getting older and I'm not getting older, too... right Stevie Nicks?
Annual gratitude... Hallmark, take me away from closet whores tweekers and unmedicated bisexuals (aka your average San Francisco "str8" male. Heh and sob.).
Our gluttonious Murkin holiday allows binging on poultry, deserts and hopefully (thankfully in my case!), tasty beverages as my prayers were received for intelligent conversation, hip swaying to improvised strumming and best of all, sweet men dancing and singing heartfelt songs as we, an intimate and sincere gathering of San Francisco bohemians, practiced sincerity and How To Hang With Friends and Not Fake The Funk With Phonies.
I love you!
Dee Dee Russell
San Francisco, San Francisco
It's all gravy in more ways than it takes to tuck someone
into bed here in Little Saiogon. Get yer mind out of the adult play store - folks are getting older and I'm not getting older, too... right Stevie Nicks?
Annual gratitude... Hallmark, take me away from closet whores tweekers and unmedicated bisexuals (aka your average San Francisco "str8" male. Heh and sob.).
Our gluttonious Murkin holiday allows binging on poultry, deserts and hopefully (thankfully in my case!), tasty beverages as my prayers were received for intelligent conversation, hip swaying to improvised strumming and best of all, sweet men dancing and singing heartfelt songs as we, an intimate and sincere gathering of San Francisco bohemians, practiced sincerity and How To Hang With Friends and Not Fake The Funk With Phonies.
I love you!
Dee Dee Russell
San Francisco, San Francisco
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
What recession? Bohemians are always thrifty!
Dear Hearts!
Can you believe it's sunny in San Francisco? Yay!! Nope, haven't had iced coffee yet.
Old kittens, my Xmas shopping is done, not that I do much of that sorta thang! Seriously, the place to be is 4th and Market at the cheap and chic dynamic duos of Old Navy and Ross Dress For Less.
Don't laugh, snooty bish. There's a two buck performance fleece hat, gloves, or scarf with your name on it!
Sincerely,
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
Can you believe it's sunny in San Francisco? Yay!! Nope, haven't had iced coffee yet.
Old kittens, my Xmas shopping is done, not that I do much of that sorta thang! Seriously, the place to be is 4th and Market at the cheap and chic dynamic duos of Old Navy and Ross Dress For Less.
Don't laugh, snooty bish. There's a two buck performance fleece hat, gloves, or scarf with your name on it!
Sincerely,
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
Monday, November 23, 2009
He kissed a boy!
Greetings Weblings.
I say to you, from the comfort of my zebra print sofa...
Here in the birthplace of social media, blogging is passe -then what am I!
Michael Jackson's doctor went back to work today.
Room temperature salads, that's the ticket!
Oprah Madonna Martha Stewart Halle Berry, I kiss the ass of their ass.
It's easy to pack light. Really now, who cares what you wear?
Anderson Cooper's boyfriend is a happy so and so.
For his 40th birthday, hip-hop "artist" Piss, er, PDiddy spent 3 million dollars on his celebration.
Security guards and discount store store employees recognize me from Dee Dee TV.
There's more?
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
I say to you, from the comfort of my zebra print sofa...
Here in the birthplace of social media, blogging is passe -then what am I!
Michael Jackson's doctor went back to work today.
Room temperature salads, that's the ticket!
Oprah Madonna Martha Stewart Halle Berry, I kiss the ass of their ass.
It's easy to pack light. Really now, who cares what you wear?
Anderson Cooper's boyfriend is a happy so and so.
For his 40th birthday, hip-hop "artist" Piss, er, PDiddy spent 3 million dollars on his celebration.
Security guards and discount store store employees recognize me from Dee Dee TV.
There's more?
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Ten types of showbiz characters to avoid
Salutations!
After the death of Mother last December and Michael Jackson in June I've been deep in thought about my place in the show biz world and the types of people drawn to show biz. I've been performing onstage and screen for decades now and isn't that something considering that I'm 21, heh. So naturally I have information to share about who to invite into your life and who to avoid.
1) The showbiz narcissist:
It's all about them and they ain't about shit, self-centered is an understatement. There is a woman "artist" who breezes into a room practically demanding compliments oh my gawd if you dare ignore her she morphs into a witch. Oh and the producer smugly basking in praise yet never opens his mouth to form a kind word about anyone other than himself. The musician (which one?) who thinks he's the spawn of Dylan, Lennon or Stevie. Dare suggest they develop their own style and honey hush, it's like you slapped their mama.
2) The showbiz druggie/booze hound/junkie:
No more enabling morons it's nonsense... after helping Vodka Ham into rehab I was *done*! In the past year I've kicked several showbiz druggies, booze hounds and junkies out of my life. Just cause you can't stop over serving yourself doesn't make you talented.
3)The showbiz entourage:
As long as you get 'em in free, give 'em freebies and treat them as a VIP they will TCB. Of course, during a downward spiral they'll leave you feeling like Trent Reznor at a funeral.
4)The showbiz hypocrite:
Smiling faces tell lies. How do you know they're lying? Their mouth is open. Take anything they say in reverse. You can tell they're a hypocrite cause they bad-mouth folks to you. Guess what is said behind your back!
5)All about Eve:
Watch those young/little/"naive"/quiet ones. They're sneaky taking notes and names, checking your phone for contacts, hanging up your coat then going through your pockets, going behind your back asking your hard earned contacts for information.
6)The showbiz appropriators (aka they will steal your ideas!):
Fuckas! I know alot about these types as I've had my art/TV show bitten and ripped off forever it seems. It is cool to ask permission to ape but don't monkey see monkey do or if you do don't expect to be considered my friend.
7)The showbiz racist/misogynist/homophobe:
If N, F, and C routinely fall from their lips Houston, we've got a problem. Of course, what they say they hate they love. This type is as easy to spot as a closeted, Black man loving, anti-gay pro-family white Republican male.
8)The showbiz flake:
They could teach Sly Stone how not to show up for gigs. Always an excuse on why they aren't rehearsing performing or showing their art.
9)Showbiz as a hobby:
These people have been born with a sliver spoon up their ass: wealth, connections. Nepotism is as normal as having Uncle John or Cousin Cynthia hook 'em up with the gigs others so richly deserve.
10) Coat-tail riders
Your success is their success you're they're friend as long as you're a success otherwise feel the breeze they're off to find another coat-tail to ride.
Live and learn don't worry be happy and the hell with the bullshit.
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
By TwitterButtons.com
After the death of Mother last December and Michael Jackson in June I've been deep in thought about my place in the show biz world and the types of people drawn to show biz. I've been performing onstage and screen for decades now and isn't that something considering that I'm 21, heh. So naturally I have information to share about who to invite into your life and who to avoid.
1) The showbiz narcissist:
It's all about them and they ain't about shit, self-centered is an understatement. There is a woman "artist" who breezes into a room practically demanding compliments oh my gawd if you dare ignore her she morphs into a witch. Oh and the producer smugly basking in praise yet never opens his mouth to form a kind word about anyone other than himself. The musician (which one?) who thinks he's the spawn of Dylan, Lennon or Stevie. Dare suggest they develop their own style and honey hush, it's like you slapped their mama.
2) The showbiz druggie/booze hound/junkie:
No more enabling morons it's nonsense... after helping Vodka Ham into rehab I was *done*! In the past year I've kicked several showbiz druggies, booze hounds and junkies out of my life. Just cause you can't stop over serving yourself doesn't make you talented.
3)The showbiz entourage:
As long as you get 'em in free, give 'em freebies and treat them as a VIP they will TCB. Of course, during a downward spiral they'll leave you feeling like Trent Reznor at a funeral.
4)The showbiz hypocrite:
Smiling faces tell lies. How do you know they're lying? Their mouth is open. Take anything they say in reverse. You can tell they're a hypocrite cause they bad-mouth folks to you. Guess what is said behind your back!
5)All about Eve:
Watch those young/little/"naive"/quiet ones. They're sneaky taking notes and names, checking your phone for contacts, hanging up your coat then going through your pockets, going behind your back asking your hard earned contacts for information.
6)The showbiz appropriators (aka they will steal your ideas!):
Fuckas! I know alot about these types as I've had my art/TV show bitten and ripped off forever it seems. It is cool to ask permission to ape but don't monkey see monkey do or if you do don't expect to be considered my friend.
7)The showbiz racist/misogynist/homophobe:
If N, F, and C routinely fall from their lips Houston, we've got a problem. Of course, what they say they hate they love. This type is as easy to spot as a closeted, Black man loving, anti-gay pro-family white Republican male.
8)The showbiz flake:
They could teach Sly Stone how not to show up for gigs. Always an excuse on why they aren't rehearsing performing or showing their art.
9)Showbiz as a hobby:
These people have been born with a sliver spoon up their ass: wealth, connections. Nepotism is as normal as having Uncle John or Cousin Cynthia hook 'em up with the gigs others so richly deserve.
10) Coat-tail riders
Your success is their success you're they're friend as long as you're a success otherwise feel the breeze they're off to find another coat-tail to ride.
Live and learn don't worry be happy and the hell with the bullshit.
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
By TwitterButtons.com
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Milwaukee: Back where it all started
Greetings Weblings!
Blackberry in hand, on Brady Street in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I type sitting at an outdoor bar.
Guess what, dear reader?
Not one damn time have I been approached for a dime nor a quarter by a pesky man.
Yay, I sip in peace in front of Jo-Cats pub, me and the rest of the tip-tapping chicks
For those of you who didn't know I was born and educated, as it were -heh and ha!- in Wisconsin.
Being here makes me realize my social paranoia was birthed in California. In San Francisco I began to fear the reaper, the bogey man. Rapists. Muggers. Robbers. Watchful. Paranoid. Afraid.
Never before had I encountered such vocal bums tramps and panhandlers, so very damn aggressive those California scary (unknown) Men.
As is, there is a sweet breeze. Sidewalks are gigantic. Many flat vowels are used.
Oh dammit, a scruffy bum just asked some chicks for a smoke.
F@@@!
Dee Dee Russell
On remote location in Milwaukee.
Blackberry in hand, on Brady Street in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I type sitting at an outdoor bar.
Guess what, dear reader?
Not one damn time have I been approached for a dime nor a quarter by a pesky man.
Yay, I sip in peace in front of Jo-Cats pub, me and the rest of the tip-tapping chicks
For those of you who didn't know I was born and educated, as it were -heh and ha!- in Wisconsin.
Being here makes me realize my social paranoia was birthed in California. In San Francisco I began to fear the reaper, the bogey man. Rapists. Muggers. Robbers. Watchful. Paranoid. Afraid.
Never before had I encountered such vocal bums tramps and panhandlers, so very damn aggressive those California scary (unknown) Men.
As is, there is a sweet breeze. Sidewalks are gigantic. Many flat vowels are used.
Oh dammit, a scruffy bum just asked some chicks for a smoke.
F@@@!
Dee Dee Russell
On remote location in Milwaukee.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Irritating Bastards
Dear Muthuas,
QUIT PIMPING QUENTIN TARANTINO!
Not only do I avoid and ignore most "dick flicks" I have *nevah* sat in a theatre viewing his "art".
It doesn't matter why I chose to formally and informally boycott his violent flicks.
Therefore, I say to you fans of Quentins "art", let's make a deal!
If you rabid fans will agree to sit through consecutive screenings of Steel Magnolias, Fried Green Tomatoes, Halle Berrys "BAPS" and the complete Tyler Perry catalogue, THEN and only then will I consent to view Quentin Tarantino's Nazi flick!
Brad Pitt, patron saint of babydaddies be dammed.
So chill with the pseudo hipster guilt, fuckas.
Cuz ain't nothing hipper than a Black bohemian female.
Thank you!
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco, CA
QUIT PIMPING QUENTIN TARANTINO!
Not only do I avoid and ignore most "dick flicks" I have *nevah* sat in a theatre viewing his "art".
It doesn't matter why I chose to formally and informally boycott his violent flicks.
Therefore, I say to you fans of Quentins "art", let's make a deal!
If you rabid fans will agree to sit through consecutive screenings of Steel Magnolias, Fried Green Tomatoes, Halle Berrys "BAPS" and the complete Tyler Perry catalogue, THEN and only then will I consent to view Quentin Tarantino's Nazi flick!
Brad Pitt, patron saint of babydaddies be dammed.
So chill with the pseudo hipster guilt, fuckas.
Cuz ain't nothing hipper than a Black bohemian female.
Thank you!
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco, CA
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Blogging from Blackberry?
Greetings Weblings!
If you are reading this post you will be reading this blog more often, as I will be posting on my Blackberry!
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
If you are reading this post you will be reading this blog more often, as I will be posting on my Blackberry!
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
Friday, June 26, 2009
Talented, tortured transracial transsexual
Well it finally happened I knew it would.
Michael Jackson the super talented extremely graceful eccentric neurotic self hating philanthropist entertainer son of Katherine and Joe Jackson, brother to Randy, Marlon, Tito, Jackie, Jermaine, Janet, Rebbie and LaToya-I know their names off the top of my head- has become legend.
See, I'm a second generation taboild reader and lifelong Jackson Five/Michael Jackson fan oh thanks Momma, for the addiction of following celebrities - so I know the signs of a celeb with one foot in the grave (as of this typing Lindsy Lohan has beaten the ...). Mike's spirit died long ago.
Mike went out with a bang before the last bang at home the morning after the night of his last rehearsal.
He was being attended to by a Doctor! CPR is not performed on a bed. That man knew he was dead long before they called 911.
Oh Elvis, tell us what happened?
He'd been on the physical decline since 2005 -the last perv trial- losing by then his scant passion for performing; always slender he became frail wan weary eyed hiding a face patched together as if by thieves, an avant-garde Phantom of the Opera.
Frankenstein on ecstasy.
The biggest child star of them all showed us the beauty and horror of show biz. The glory of being the best the scars of not feeling good enough the pain of isolation and the true definition of psycho-dramatic performance art.
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
Michael Jackson the super talented extremely graceful eccentric neurotic self hating philanthropist entertainer son of Katherine and Joe Jackson, brother to Randy, Marlon, Tito, Jackie, Jermaine, Janet, Rebbie and LaToya-I know their names off the top of my head- has become legend.
See, I'm a second generation taboild reader and lifelong Jackson Five/Michael Jackson fan oh thanks Momma, for the addiction of following celebrities - so I know the signs of a celeb with one foot in the grave (as of this typing Lindsy Lohan has beaten the ...). Mike's spirit died long ago.
Mike went out with a bang before the last bang at home the morning after the night of his last rehearsal.
He was being attended to by a Doctor! CPR is not performed on a bed. That man knew he was dead long before they called 911.
Oh Elvis, tell us what happened?
He'd been on the physical decline since 2005 -the last perv trial- losing by then his scant passion for performing; always slender he became frail wan weary eyed hiding a face patched together as if by thieves, an avant-garde Phantom of the Opera.
Frankenstein on ecstasy.
The biggest child star of them all showed us the beauty and horror of show biz. The glory of being the best the scars of not feeling good enough the pain of isolation and the true definition of psycho-dramatic performance art.
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Happy Birthday A! Toxic friends??
Birds, cooing and chirping on the deck.
Desktop, baby. Could blog mobile nah no more typing on the run, Caribbean Queen... cause laptop thefts are commonplace in San Francisco... I am super paranoid with my BlackBerry.
Notice lack of face time on this blog? (((Broken record))) It's gotten to be all too too much gut spilling soul splaying stomach churning revelations - Trent Reznor, I don't care to hear about European toilets you Twatt!
Yes, I am aware of your headaches the weather and your missing cupcake!!
Nevermind the bullocks. This week A my special sweet best friend who craves their privacy more than I crave a fried chicken wing- celebrates a birthday!
A is like family we have a strong bond like blood A is a true best friend: unselfish, kind, understanding, wanting the best for me, encouraging of my love relationships, super supportive of my art, empathetic, firm, realistic and (s)loves children and small animals.
Thank you very much dear A for allowing me to be your friend all these wonderful crazy years in San Francisco, the best is yet to come HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Doesn't matter how long I've known a friend if they act start acting crazily disrespectful rude racist sexist misogynist extremely drugged/alcoholic massively self-destructive on the regular without self-discovery confession or at the very least, refusing to watch an episode of Oprah or Judge Judy- adios, amigo!
I could tear up about F- Censored by Artist- another whom I considered family F chose to cross that line never apologized nor acknowledged my authentically broken feelings. F fudged up in front of witness (I hate and love when they do that).
In fact I said goodbye to Fa year ago... at A's birthday party! Notice I haven't make excuses for F's behavior. F chose to do the wrong thing, for the last time.
Since then I've grown closer to several other friends and could not accept F back into my life under any circumstance.
No-one stays the same. I have kept some friends for 35 years -they live in Milwaukee- with whom I have nothing in common with except that we met 35 years ago and if they crossed the line, I'd ask myself- what is more important -having a toxic friend or loving myself?
Ovah and done with being an enabling codependent for ill behaviors and a pyscho-dramatic spiritual scratching post under the guise of friendship.
What about your circle of friends? Do they support you to be healthy or do they use you for sport and ego gratification?
xoxo
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
Desktop, baby. Could blog mobile nah no more typing on the run, Caribbean Queen... cause laptop thefts are commonplace in San Francisco... I am super paranoid with my BlackBerry.
Notice lack of face time on this blog? (((Broken record))) It's gotten to be all too too much gut spilling soul splaying stomach churning revelations - Trent Reznor, I don't care to hear about European toilets you Twatt!
Yes, I am aware of your headaches the weather and your missing cupcake!!
Nevermind the bullocks. This week A my special sweet best friend who craves their privacy more than I crave a fried chicken wing- celebrates a birthday!
A is like family we have a strong bond like blood A is a true best friend: unselfish, kind, understanding, wanting the best for me, encouraging of my love relationships, super supportive of my art, empathetic, firm, realistic and (s)loves children and small animals.
Thank you very much dear A for allowing me to be your friend all these wonderful crazy years in San Francisco, the best is yet to come HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Doesn't matter how long I've known a friend if they act start acting crazily disrespectful rude racist sexist misogynist extremely drugged/alcoholic massively self-destructive on the regular without self-discovery confession or at the very least, refusing to watch an episode of Oprah or Judge Judy- adios, amigo!
I could tear up about F- Censored by Artist- another whom I considered family F chose to cross that line never apologized nor acknowledged my authentically broken feelings. F fudged up in front of witness (I hate and love when they do that).
In fact I said goodbye to Fa year ago... at A's birthday party! Notice I haven't make excuses for F's behavior. F chose to do the wrong thing, for the last time.
Since then I've grown closer to several other friends and could not accept F back into my life under any circumstance.
No-one stays the same. I have kept some friends for 35 years -they live in Milwaukee- with whom I have nothing in common with except that we met 35 years ago and if they crossed the line, I'd ask myself- what is more important -having a toxic friend or loving myself?
Ovah and done with being an enabling codependent for ill behaviors and a pyscho-dramatic spiritual scratching post under the guise of friendship.
What about your circle of friends? Do they support you to be healthy or do they use you for sport and ego gratification?
xoxo
Dee Dee Russell
Little Saigon, San Francisco
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