Me On E! News!
I will be on E! News. It’s Tuesday, Feb. 28, at 7 pm PT! I’ll be revealing what’s in the Oscar goodie basket! Too bad Ryan doesn’t start until March!
I’m wearing a navy J. Lindeberg suit with a lavender shirt by Express Men.
February 2006
The Week That Was… III (Early Edition)
It ain’t over but… This is a crazy week. I’ve been working. I had 1 audition for a print ad. I hate model auditions. I want to act. And one very important call back for a movie role. Gosh do I hope I get that. I thought I’d be playing a gay guy (not a stretch) who gets dumped (eh). So my agent calls me to tell me of the call back, faxes me the sides and lo and behold, I get to the audition and they want me to audition for the lead! A bigger part. And I am not prepared. Through some mis-communication between my agent and the casting director I was told I was again reading for the co-star/love interest. Damn! So I walk in and I’m told (in front of the producers) to read for Che, the lead. “Um mm… I’m here for Tony.” “No, we want you for Che.” “Do you need some time to prepare?” One of my acting coaches once told me if this ever happens do the reading cold, right then and there. If you stink then it could be perceived as “Oh he just got the script”, but if you take time with it and stink then you just reek. So I did my best and hopefully it was enough. My face was good and so was my outfit. Let’s hope that helps. The thing is I could do this part. I am this guy. I’d be playing a clothing designer who decides he’s not gay after all. I mean I have had those moments where I wish I could not be gay. I think all gay men have them. Life would be much easier. Who would choose to have people hate you who don’t even know know you?
Speaking of hate it has come to my attention (through friends @ my forum) that there are people actively trying to close down my site. Normally I ignore ignorance. But this was so blatant and mean-spirited… It seems when I sent out a Merry Xmas/Happy New Year greeting some people received it and my good tidings pissed them off. How sad and horrid do you have to be for a wish of good will to inspire anger? Let me go further: I sent a Merry Xmas wish to all the subscribers @ my forum. That means you had to have gone through the process of joining my forum. You had to find my site, fill out a form and join. Voluntarily. Now a few people who willingly joined have come up with the idea of accusing me of spamming (which is a lie) in order to try to get my web host to shut down my forum. These are probably the same people who during Big Brother 6 called and wrote letters to Maggie’s hospital and Eric’s firehouse trying to get them fired from their jobs. These are the people who took the time out of their “lives” to start an on-line petition to have me removed as the host of House Calls (which only helped cement my position). Why? Because I suggested some viewers were going too far with their hate of the BB6 cast. It seems I was right. If you have nothing better to do than post mean things on the net about people you don’t know then you need to get a life. There are charities that need assistance. There are people in need of our help, not just money. The time spent in front of that screen could be spent teaching a child to read. But instead you sit @ home and start petitions? Or you spend hours finding out where someone you never met, who did nothing to you personally, someone who doesn’t know you exist, works and try to hurt them by trying to get them fired? And I suppose you think that the on-line friends you have who enable your bad behavior are also sane? You all need help. My suggestion? Hate on me all you want. I don’t know you. You don’t exist to me past the end of this post. The next time you feel the need to hate, donate money in my name to Project Angel Food or the National Aids Fund. These are the charities I work closely with. They each do amazing work. And I guarantee you will feel better and more useful than sitting at home typing mean things and putting hate into the cosmos. Because it comes back around. Meanness may seem funny in the moment but what you sew you reap. This is your moment in time to do something amazing. Something constructive that is bigger than yourself. Bigger than the show you watch. Or the site where you post. Do it.
Chatting Up Boys on Connexion & Friendster…
Hi! I’m shooting a new episode of How Do I Look for the Style Channel as we speak! So much fun! It’s one of my fave gigs. I’ve been a bit remiss in my posting so please forgive me!
Friend sites. 6 degrees of separation. Disable chat function. Otherwise random boys hit you up looking for cybersex. New friend request from Hector. No. I don’t know you, you can’t collect me. I’m not a Pokemon.
Musings…
So this would be RANDOMNESS pt. 3…
I heard my roommate having sex. The guy was cute and I’m jealous. I’m not having sex. Until it means something. I’m no longer a human dildo. Maybe I’m re-virginizing… That will last a week.
Right now I’m listening to Fire and Rain, by James Taylor. No one crafts songs like this anymore. Now all you get is Don’t Cha and Laffy Taffy. Gross.
Oh Hell To Tha No!!!!
In a post I like to call RANDOMNESS part 2 or more musings from me…
Who the hell watches the Olympics? That should be done in 2, maybe 3 days. Tops. I didn’t get to see Law and Order tonight. And I rushed home from shopping. Law and Order was preempted by snowboarding! Snowboarding? People only want to watch ice skating. And whatever sport Apollo Ohhellyeah is doing. I had to watch Grey’s Anatomy. I hate that show. The lead actress is too skinny. She needs a sandwich. And a chocolate shake to wash it down.
I finally saw the Emma and Alex fight episode of DeGrassi. Emma won but got quite the shiner. Sean is coming back and has long hair! He’s so cute! I LOVE ME SOME HIM! You can check him out on DeGrassi Minis at teennick. Ellie dump Jimmy and take Sean back! Don’t be stupid!
Randomness…
Random musings from the mind of…Me:
Joia said something to me the other day that truly resonated. She said “God knows our hearts.” I’ve been praying a lot lately. For grace. For guidance. For others. For truth. Prayer works. I’ve been listening to Anthony Hamilton, Pass Me Over. This is the best song ever. It takes me back to being a little boy and going to church. And singing and clapping and testifying to my love of the Lord. The further it get from that child the more I wanna go back. You see I believe in Christ and the next life. I also believe my Lord wants me to be happy. And doesn’t care if it’s with a man. As long as I live a good life and try my best and love others, I’ll see my Savior. There I said it.
Mel (my straight wife, which makes me her gay husband) and I went to see Something New. Which wasn’t, for me. I’ve played this particular game a long time. I did really like the movie. But why didn’t the producers spend some money on wardrobe and a make-up artist? It’s 2006. It’s not hard to go to the MAC counter. It’s like they told those girls to just bring something from home to wear. And do their own make-up! Why after all this time is Blair Underwood’s skin still jacked? I go to the best dermatologist in Beverly Hills. Call me Blair, I’ll hook you up! I never heard the term “Black Tax” before. Now I get to front all the sisters who give me attitude lately by saying “Don’t be mad @ me coz you havin’ a Sumtin New moment”.
Meet the latest BOY I LIKE:
Simon Baker is fine as hell. Sanaa Lathan must have been like, “Damn!”
Countdown to The Grammys… Enough Already, I’m Staying Home!
Last week/weekend was about work. And scamming my way into the upcoming Grammys. And the parties. And auditions. And a boy I’m crushing on. And shopping. And insomnia. And random crazy ass emails.
1st and foremost, I got an acting gig! I’ve had so many auditions lately. One almost everyday. I realize I’m lucky. Blessed even. But I was beginning to panic. I hadn’t booked anything. A few call backs but no actual gigs. Am I a hack? Can I not act? Was I only good @ being myself? Hm mm… Well anyway today I booked a gig for AMC. I went, auditioned and the director said, “Are you busy Tuesday?” To which I replied, “No.” To which he replied, “See you Tuesday then.” I love that! Yippee! Add that to my 2 red carpet hosting gigs for CBS and you have a very happy Marcellas. And several happy salespeople.
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THE WEEK THAT WAS… II
What the hell happened to January? Yet another week passes. It started with The BET Celebration of Gospel with my newest Girl I Like, Joia. She’s the co-host of my show, Remixed. I suppose I should say our show. Joia, or “Big Sexy” as I like to call her, is trouble. When I met her I was in the midst of a detox. Hey I had a new show starting. The camera adds 10 lbs. Across your ass. Joia was like “That’s not gonna work” and promptly fed me. She was leaving food in my trailer! The same thing happened @ Celebration of Gospel. I was 6 days into the master cleanse and 10 lbs. lighter and J (like the bad angel on my shoulder) says, “Where we going next?” I have no resolve. It was either alcohol or food. The last time I took Joia to a gay bar, she completely upstaged me. This time we opted for Bob’s Big Boy. If you are going to diet or detox or fast you must go away. You cannot be around friends. I think for Valentine’s Day my new “whatever he is becoming” and I should go to La Costa Resort and Spa. If we can survive multiple colonics and raw food, we can survive anything.
Valentines Day is upon us. I hate V Day. It’s like NYE to me. Amateur night. Don’t prove you
love me with roses and chocolates. I should get those randomly yet often anyway. And I certainly get them from rappers on the DL. Chocolates and roses are pedestrian. No, if you wanna do something for me just show up naked. And let’s have third-time-doing-it sex. I have this theory about the third time you have sex with someone. It’s when you really pull-out all the stops. The 1st time you may be drunk. Or trying too hard. So it’s foreign. The second time you are competing to see if you can do it better than the 1st. The 3rd time is when you just fucking fuck. And these are each separate times. Not the third time you do it in one night! I have actually broken up with 2 boys on Valentines day. For me it’s crazier than Xmas. Couples have to be careful around holidays because if someone wants out they will dump you before a holiday. I mean who wants to buy a Christmas present if you don’t have to? Back on point; I was seeing someone once, a very long time ago. He made an huge deal out of V Day which I hate. Strike one. He sent flowers to my work. A huge arrangement. Ghetto in it’s fabness. Everyone was bowled over. You would have thought I was a prize racehorse standing @ the finish line with that huge horseshoe of flowers around my neck. I loved that so negative 1 strike. He was still in the game. The straw that broke this thoroughbreds back however was he got tickets. “Tickets!” “I love Tickets!” says Cameron Diaz in Charlie’s Angels in response to Luke Wilson. Now he got Cameron cool tix. To Soul Train. My then beau got me tickets to see the Blue Man Group. You know that horrid threesome dipped in blue who play the drums with light sabers? The only thing worse is Cirque De Sol-Hell Naw. I hate clowns, puppets, mannequins, cat clocks w/the moving eyes, clowns, harlequin masks, clowns and blue people. Oooh and I hate a contortionist! Ugh! Hate is too strong. Those things scare me. Creep me out. I broke up with him. I had the nerve to say, “Don’t you know me at all?” He was better off. I once had a fight with a beau on Valentines Day because the gift he got me sucked. I had a pair of old school trainers that he loved. And everyone else loved. Every time I wore them peeps were like, “Where did you get your trainers?” I’d say “They’re vintage.” Which is fashion-speak for “Hell no I’m not telling you where I got these!” Well anyway my then beau loved them. So I did the research (what size shoe he wore, address to his office) mobilized my force (sent my assistant to Rogers Park) and got him the shoe. I then spent $50 bucks FedExing them to him. You see I was observant. I knew what he wanted. Now what I wanted was the Helmut Lang denim jacket with the too long sleeve that you cuffed. We spent an hour and a half in the Soho Helmut Lang boutique with me trying it on. I couldn’t justify spending $325 on a jean jacket. My then beau said “Just get you want it and V Day is coming so I’ll get it for you.” In one of the few times I’ve not been a gold digger I said no. Not because I didn’t want the jacket. But I wanted him to make it more special! You can’t just peel off a couple hundo and say “Here go buy yourself something pretty.” That makes a boy feel like a tart. Not that I’m not but @ that moment I didn’t wanna be. So here I am checking the mail room for days expecting the Helmut Lang jacket because he knew I wanted it. What I got was a cake. A vacuum sealed chocolate cake sent from someplace in Atlanta. I was pissed. I mean the damn thing was good but c’mon…A cake? What did that cost you? And no, it’s not about money it’s about you and your girlfriends (who are boys) sitting around and them asking what you got for V Day and you say, “A cake” and they are like, “A cake?” and you are like, “A cake” and they are like, “Like Little Debbie’s” and you are like, “Well more than that and it’s the thought that counts and our relationship isn’t about the bling”…and the moral of this story is if someone wants to buy you something expensive, right then and there, take it. And get the receipt. A boy has got to be practical. I hate Valentines Day. And it’s not a real holiday. Banks are open and you don’t get the day off.