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Aydin
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Dear Diary

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1983
Area is the hot club.
A new bar opened called Boybar. It's upstairs behind a beauty parlor on St. Mark's Place. It has a good jukebox. Lots of Culture Club and Tears for Fears. Marcus Leatherdale's boyfriend John Dugdale was doing the door and Robert Mapplethorpe was there. I took my girlfriend Perry and we danced. The next day they hired me to do the door. My job is to keep out girls and stop people from dancing. One night, Diana Ross came in and spread her arms out as she walked the hall in a dramatic diva-like gesture. Unfortunately you could see right through her white Halston and her cellulite problem was out of control. Whoa.
I moved to a studio on Ludlow Street, where I lived for the next 10 years for $300/month.
I shot a porno movie called Daddy Dearest. By the second day of the shoot, I was bored. It opened at The Adonis. Some poor girl from my father's church in New England saw the ad in the paper and thought it was a real movie. She had to sit through two hours of my butthole spread 20 feet across the screen (this was in the day when porn was shot in 16mm film and still opened in porn theaters).

1984
Saw Divine at The Ritz. It was snowing, and there were about two dozen people in the audience. She said, "I've been in bed with more people at one time than this!"
Fired from Boybar for missing too much work. I kept calling in sick to hang out at Area. Shaved my head. Dropped mesculin and walked along the East River Drive at sunrise listening to Iggy Pop and ABBA on the headphones. Coming down Second Avenue I saw Madonna sitting out in front of Love Saves the Day shooting some movie.
Keith Haring was having this big opening at Tony Shafrazi. I sat on some stairs across the street and just watched. The guy sitting next to me asked me why I didn't go inside and I said it was because it was too fabulous and made me feel insecure. He said he wasn't inside for the same reason. Suddenly, I realized I was talking to Keith Haring. So we sat there and smoked. After he finished his cigarette he said, "Well, I better head back in there." He looked like he was facing a firing squad.
I really needed money and they were having a beauty contest at Pyramid and first prize was $100. At the contest i was up against Hapi Phace, Tabboo! and some queen I tricked with at the Metropolitan porn theater on 14th Street. I sang a song I wrote called "Bourgeois Boys" about the absurd notion of gay bars opening on Avenue B some day. Everybody laughed. I won first place.
Shot a gender-blending fashion layout with health and beauty tips like "Don't eat. If you do, eat pizza." Sally Randall published them as a two-page centerfold in The East Village Eye, which is also printing letters from skinheads, particularly Harley Flanagan, lead singer of Cro-Mags, who are furious that gays (i.e. me) have appropriated their look and hairdo. Lots of argument about whether queers have a right to shave their heads. Meanwhile my bald head is literally stopping traffic on Houston Street.
Opened a club on Third Street called Uncle Bud's Amway, named after my Uncle Bud the Amway distributor. The club was a huge hit until the local mafia chased us out. I walked around the corner and took a job working the door at Save the Robots, which immediately became the new hot spot for Joey Ramone, David Lee Roth, the guys from Def Jam like Russell Simmons and Run-DMC, Keith Haring and his crew of hip-hop hotties and my favorite, Teri Toye, the transsexual Sprouse model I wrote a song about.
Got the best job I've ever had in my life go- go dancing on the bar at Pyramid. Last night, Bunny was dancing too and after work we sat on the sidewalk and split a 40. She told me her life story and I ran home and wrote a song called "Fierce Ruling Diva." Later I met these two guys who said they took the name of their band from my song. Funny how these things go around. I love hanging out in the dressing room at Pyramid. International Chrysis and Ethyl Eichelberger are like guardian angels watching over all the junior drag queens.
A bunch of southerners arrived from Georgia in a van; one of them is this beautiful thing named RuPaul. We made out at Robots all night but he wouldn't go home with me. His friend told me that Ru enjoys public displays of affection to get people talking for the sake of his career, but never actually puts out. I can't believe somebody thought he'd advance his career by making out with me!