House of Lakme

Top Generic

2008-09-18T19:10:00.004-04:00

HoL and Roro speak articulately and meaningfully on the hotness factor of Preston - a contestant on the current season of Top Design:

HoL:
man
PRESTON
is so cute
sigh

Roro:
hes so generic cute though
all the boys in LA look like that

HoL:
yeh
very
generic gay
id still let him hit it
all up and down

Roro:
of course
id be his bitch for all eternity
but im just saying
hes generic

The Verve - "Love is Noise"

2008-09-16T14:21:00.004-04:00

Have been a bit obsessed with The Verve's new song "Love is Noise"

I love the movement (and usage of North Korean state pageantry footage) in the video:

The Bitch is Back

2008-09-16T14:18:00.000-04:00

After an extended absence - over a year - HoL is back!

Hm

2007-08-28T15:20:00.000-04:00

Been in a funk.

Not necessarily down on myself - just feel stuck...

I need a change in my life.

What though?

I don't know if I'm at a crossroads, or what exactly in my life is getting to me the most.

I guess I'm just no longer happy with the status quo.

LET'S GO! : Blonde Redhead @ McCarren Park Pool this Sunday!

2007-08-02T14:26:00.000-04:00

Illuminance

2007-07-30T16:33:00.000-04:00

Translation

2007-07-30T16:16:00.000-04:00

My erratic, on-and-off again relationship with my blog is probably linked to my utter failure at being able to translate my thoughts onto paper, er, keyboard, as of recently. And this problem isn’t just when it comes to writing but to everything else. My tendency to overthink things bleeds into every aspect of my life – that’s why I stumble/mumble when speaking. Unless I’ve been drinking, I’m finding it harder and harder to express myself without laying my thoughts out in my head beforehand. Maybe I just have more of a wall than I thought? Or I’m too scared to say what’s in my head? Or maybe the solitude of NYC has just made me a bit withdrawn? I’d like to say I have a pretty robust social life in the city – I tend to be the one ( I think) to organize and plan, to bring people together..and I know I’m not as closed-off as I once was (when I was in the closet). I hope I portray myself as someone authentic and genuine – but yeh, I’m at this mental block in my life, unable to pinpoint what I want, who I want, why I want…maybe I need to clear my thoughts so I can be expressive again.

From THE ONION - Where Do Homosexuals Get All Their Energy?

2007-07-17T12:23:00.000-04:00

Possibly one of the funniest Onion articles I've read in a long time.

Where Do Homosexuals Get All Their Energy?

Boy, am I beat. And it's not like I have some crazy life where I'm working three jobs and going to night school. No, I just have one job and a...

My Nephew!

2007-07-08T22:39:00.000-04:00

Cutest.baby.ever

Mark Ronson - "Stop Me"

2007-07-07T20:51:00.000-04:00

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SONG. It was one of my two theme songs from my Alaska/Canada trip.

It's from Mark Ronson's new album feat. vocals by Daniel Merriweather...a reworking of The Smiths track

There are two videos for the song, and honestly I really don't like either one. They are not what I'd direct for it, the song deserves something else visually. They both distract from the song, but alas I want you guys to hear it, so they'll do for now....Just close your eyes while listening!!!!

Dick In A Box...in Gold Lame Leggings

2007-07-07T16:41:00.001-04:00

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Please welcome JA to his first ever posting on HoL.

Here he is sporting the 3 of the season's hottest trends

1 - Black Mesh Tank from American Apparel
2 - Gold Lame Leggings from American Apparel

and last but not least

3 - A Dick in a Box

These three pieces can be paired almost with any outfit, but beware, only young JAP starlets such as JA can pull them off into one cohesive ensemble.

Slut it up in Israel, JA!

You Should've Seen Me Try to Sit With These On

2007-07-07T16:28:00.001-04:00

DSC00641.JPG, originally uploaded by houseoflakme.

Just a tad bit too tight

Peekaboo

2007-07-07T16:24:00.001-04:00

DSC00568.JPG, originally uploaded by houseoflakme.

Go-Go Idol @ Boysroom - Jun 30, 2007

Studio 54

2007-07-07T16:22:00.001-04:00

DSC00595.JPG, originally uploaded by houseoflakme.

Why are we wearing underwear you say? My friend, those are not pairs of underwear but short shorts - a la Studio 54 style.

Last Tuesday night was AS's b-day party and what better a theme then 54?

So yes - I wore terry cloth short shorts and I looked damned good in them thank you very much.

KISSES

2007-07-07T08:54:00.001-04:00

DSC00521.JPG, originally uploaded by houseoflakme.

The Old Whore is Back!

2007-07-06T22:17:00.000-04:00

So after around 4 months in blogging detox, the old whore is back!

If you're wondering where I've been, well the following clip can explain it all. ENJOY!

Back into Monotony

2007-03-06T01:16:00.000-05:00

Work, school, work, school, followed by hazy yet fun nights out till dawn - don't get me wrong - I am happy with how things are now, but everything is falling back into that cycle of monotony and predictability. Scheduling my weeks down to the minute, doing the same thing every day and night, going to the same places on the weekend - its all fun and good - but I'm itching for the Spring and the Summer. I'm itching to be in a t-shirt again, the smell of the summer, the lightness of everyone's personalities - how everything will change when Spring arrives. I'm going to Texas for 9 days in a few weeks - to visit the fam, so that'll be a much needed break from the city. I'll get to see my mom, drive my mom's new car, eat all I can eat, sleep all I can sleep (altho I do that here quite frequently), and last but not least - play with my nephew. My sister posted more photos to "his" blog and I'm reposting some photos below. Yes - I'm that crazy uncle always talking about his niece/nephew, but goddamnit look at this child. He is going to break many girls/boys hearts in just a matter of years. He is even sporting a hipster haircut. It's fucking more hipster than mine. Well played, nephew, well played. See you 'round Williamsburg!

We GAYS don't wait in line! (*well unless its for a Barneys Sale. Or Hiro on a long weekend. Or for...nevermind)

2007-03-01T17:56:00.000-05:00

So on Saturday night, my beautiful friend EO had her birthday party at ps450 - a bar on Park Ave not too far from my apartment. This of course was after another friend's going away party, so it's safe to say I had been pretty drunk since 5 pm that day.

And, well anyone that knows me and extended, day-long drinking knows some sort of sad or hilarious or sadly hilarious situations will eventually transpire. Whether it me be bitching someone out for no reason whatsoever, me trying to make out with a friend for no reason whatsoever, or me calling the ex-boyfriend for no reason whatsoever, a good time is usually had by all. Ha - I kid - it's usually not that tragic - only mildly so.

Well, so we've been at ps450 for a while now. It's probably around midnight - 1 am, when I tell Nay he should come. He agrees (I think) but I warn him that he'll have to wait in the long-ass line with a bunch of Murray Hill heteros - i.e.: J.A.P.S and fratboy-cum-ibankers. This, of course, is frightening for any gay man. I ask EO if she can help him skip the line, and she says she'd try her best. Well, my drunk ass of course doesn't think this is enough, and the thought of my poor Nay suffering in line with a bunch of 'ros was too much to handle.

"EO, GAYS don't wait in line!" I tell her. I of course don't remember telling her this, because, well, 1 - I was completely gone, and 2- it's totally a lie(can we say 45 minutes waiting to get into Hiro over the long weekends, much?)

But no it didn't stop there. EO tells me a few days later that I was "harassing our friends about Nay coming" and that one of our friends even came up to her and said I was worried b/c "gays don't wait in line."

Of course I don't remember any of this, and maybe I'm dramatizing it a bit much but its just funny b/c I realize that when I hang out with my straight friends, its always ME that differentiates myself as being gay rather than my hetero friends. For some reason I HAVE to point it out while plastered at a straight bar. My inner Mary comes out to play. Maybe its a cry for help? A way of letting the other gays that might be at the bar know I'm there too?

Tasty

2007-02-28T13:04:00.000-05:00

Flawless.

You Want to Light MY WHAT with the What of Your What?!?!?!?!?!

2007-02-26T17:11:00.000-05:00

If it weren't for subtitles, I would never be able to understand the beautiful and cliched lyrics of Bollywood songs. Yeah yeah, all that over-acting should do just the trick, but sometimes knowing what they're singing while on a Swiss mountaintop would probably put the scenes into context better.

However, it often becomes quite hilariously clear that the people translating the songs are either not that fluent in English or have a basic grasp of British vernacular.

Case in point: The song "Beedi" from the recent hit, Omkara.

Watch the lyrics carefully until Bipasha starts singing at 1:04.

I won't spoil it for you, but how the lyric is translated is deliciously and inadvertantly hilarious. It's my new pick-up line!

Cock, Ass, Heart, Mind

2007-02-26T16:49:00.000-05:00

HoL: oh GAYS
roro: hahhaa
HoL: we just love each other in every way
roro: awww
HoL: heart, mind, ass, cock
roro: i think its
roro: cock, ass, heart, mind
HoL: mmmm yes
HoL: thats how it goes
roro: uh huh

"Gustakh Nigah" from Apna Sapna Money Money

2007-02-23T13:25:00.000-05:00

Koena Mitra yum. lovin this song

You Will DIE from Cuteness Overdosage

2007-02-20T16:22:00.000-05:00

My Nephew:

D&G Fall 2007

2007-02-20T11:30:00.000-05:00

What you'll be seeing me in this coming Spring...

Hung the fuck over

2007-02-17T17:05:00.000-05:00

What do you guys find is the best remedy for a hangover? Please do tell. I usually just veg on my couch for the whole day until I feel better, pop some Tylenol, nap a bit, and that's it.

There has to be a better way...

HoL Does B'wood and Bipasha Again

2007-02-16T04:23:00.000-05:00

As cheesy as it might sound that watching clips of Hindi films on YouTube makes me miss India, well it does. =(

I should've gone back this past January with my mom, b/c I prob won't have the chance to go back until next year...

Until then, I wish I was Bipasha in this video with her hot red dress.

Also enjoy the pure faggotry of Bollywood in this video. It's delicious...

HoL Does Bollywood: Bipasha Edition

2007-02-16T04:18:00.000-05:00

Only in Gay New York

2007-02-12T21:02:00.000-05:00

Last week I was walking to the subway after leaving class w a friend from school. Said friend (lets call him P) - gay, cute, international, was regaling me w stories of a Sunday night at Hiro recently. His friend, R, gets tired of Hiro and urges my friend P to come w him to the East Side Club.

For those of you not familiar, The East Side Club is a notorious gay bathhouse in the East 50's. I've never been, thank you very much, but I am fully cognizant of the goings-on there.

My friend P, who still insists he wish he hadn't gone, is walking around the bathhouse in a little towel, when lo and behold, he sees Tag Eriksson - a famous muscle porn star of Jet Set Productions. Tag takes a liking to P and asks if he can, well, pleasure my friend. P - who loves this porn star - happily obliges. Tag then goes on to whore it around with other men at the bathhouse. You'd think one would naturally be a whore by just being there, but P made it a point to say Tag was uber-slut.

Fast forward to the following week: P grabs a copy of HX (gay NYC weekly) and guess who's on the cover? None other than slutty porn star himself. The cover article basically is about how Tag - whose real name is Fredrik Eklund - used to be a porn star but now is an ultra successful Manhattan real estate broker with high profile clients and nearly $75 mill in sales last year alone. The touching article discusses how pornstar-cum-broker was once a successful businessman in Sweden, turned to porn b/c he was burnt out (and because he wanted to write a book about it) then went back into real estate. Yeah - who gives a shit right? That's not the best part.

I'm skimming the article, and at the bottom is a brief description of his real estate company and some of the properties he represents. "Well well well," I say to myself as I come across the property name "The Onyx" - a luxury condo development in Chelsea whose lobby will be designed by Vera Wang herself. And one of the building's future tenants? None other than NAY himself - my best friend here in NYC.

I forward the article to NAY, who gay-screams OMG (well over I.M.), that Fredrik was the guy that showed him the property and his contact with The Onyx's marketing office.

I tell Nay of pornstar-cum-broker's exploits at the sexclub w P, he emails Fredrik a little "Oh I saw your article in HX wink wink" email, and Fredrik replies with something wholly unrelated to the HX article, ignoring the issue completely. Real estate broker by day, cum whore by night...

only in Gay New York...

Style Tips from my Fashion Guru, AS (aka Dream)

2007-02-12T20:21:00.000-05:00

Earlier today, AS sent this pict to me as inspiration for my next outfit:

AS: its a great transition outfit
AS: work to play
AS: bc there arent really rules anymore
AS: on what is work wear and night wear
AS: you can wear balenciga leggings to work now and then go to the cock afterwards
AS: no rules

I Wish I Had Her Bangs

2007-02-12T14:39:00.000-05:00

Currently listening to:

Blind Item: Brazilian Orgies oh my

2007-02-12T13:39:00.000-05:00

What Brooklyn socialite friend was propositioned to be in a hot 3some with a sexy Brazilian neighbor and 2 of his "girl friends." Said socialite friend was getting back from an evening out, when hot Brazilian neighbor opens his door in only a towel. After going inside, friend notices 2 hot girls going at it on his bed, and he asks if she wants to join. Socialite friend, being the lady that she is, respectfully declines - and leaves even without getting a look at Brazilian boy's cock! PRUDE!

"Yeah Yeah" - Bodyrox feat. Luciana

2007-02-11T19:40:00.000-05:00

I'm in love with this song

Dress me up...

2007-02-08T15:52:00.000-05:00

I'm loving this look. Find me a dark red/maroon bowtie guys! Whaddya think?

Michael Kors wants you boys to be DE-GORGEOUS! wtf?

2007-02-08T11:40:00.000-05:00

The photographer from Gawker captured this memorable shot from backstage at the Michael Kors show. Directions on how to and where to walk on the runway, reminder of the "roles" the models are playing (bonus accounts around the world! cocktails in Monte Carlo!) just go to remind us that Michael Kors sticks to the same stereotypical beat season by season for his pretty mediocre clothing line. How many times are you going to fucking present a line inspired by the jetset, you ass? Stick to being bitchy on Proj Runway...

Conversational Gems from Dream

2007-02-06T14:38:00.000-05:00

AS aka Dream, in response to a story I was telling him that involved my feelings:

i try to ignore things that make me have feelings too

So true, so true

Body Fuzion

2007-02-06T00:21:00.000-05:00

A hilarious digital short from this past Saturday's SNL:

Roro and NC's fetuses - Don't ask

2007-01-30T11:18:00.000-05:00

Conversational gems from last evening's dinner:

Me: I'm never too tired to touch myself.

DL: So you're gonna try to get paid for it, when you can't get any in the first place?

Roro cradling NC's fetuses, Nazi dessert wine, a sophisticated discussion on I Love New York, The Hills, & DanceLife, and more red-wine drenched ramblings.

Thanks for a fun night!

Call me when you're 18, Mr. Potter

2007-01-30T10:54:00.000-05:00

I could make a bunch of heinous Harry Potter-related puns, like "I can't wait to Slytherin you." or "You make me wanna Hufflepuff" or some shit like that but I won't...because I just did. Well, here are the press shots from Daniel Radcliffe's new play Equus. Enjoy pedophilia, you bitches!

UK's Celeb Big Brother causes Diplomatic Row

2007-01-17T14:28:00.000-05:00

It seems that across the Pond, the UK's Celebrity Big Brother is causing a huge uproar and strained diplomatic relations with India over accusations of racism on the show. It has soured the diplomatic trip of possible future UK PM Gordon Brown in India where he has had to answer questions on British racism, and even Tony Blair has chimed in during a session of House of Commons, stating more or less that the British don't tolerate racism.

It's on the front pages of all the daily papers and new sites, and the scandal just keeps growing. A debate now has begun there over issues of race in England, of whether this is an isolated incident of reality television bullying, or of a larger reflection of underlying racism in overall British society.

On this season, Bollywood superstar Shilpa Shetty is one of the castmembers, and has been attacked by three or four of her housemates on issues of race, culture, and class. (Them being foul-mouthed White Brits of lesser class, her a more restrained & refined, upper class Indian.)

Complaints about the show have flooded in since housemate Goody, her mother Jackiey Budden and boyfriend Jack Tweed; model Danielle Lloyd and former S Club singer Jo O’Meara allegedly began bullying the 31-year-old Indian star.

In one outburst, Lloyd asked Shetty: “Do you get stubble?”

In another, Budden, who constantly called her “the Indian”, asked: “Do you live in a house or a shack?”

The latest row between Shetty and reality TV star Goody erupted when the pair clashed over Oxo cubes.

Goody told the actress: “Go back to the slums”.

Lloyd also weighed in but out of earshot from the actress, saying: “I think she should f*** off home.”

And that's only a selection of the statements they've been making to her face. They've stated they worry about her touching their food, because they don't know where her hands have been, that Indians are so thin because their food is undercooked, so on and so forth.

On Wednesday's show, Shetty told housemate Cleo Rocos she feared she was being targeted because of her race.

Rocos, comforting the Bollywood actress following the row which began over stock cubes, told Shetty: "I don't think there's anything racist in it."

But Shetty said: "It is, I'm telling you."

OfCom - Britains' version of the FCC - has received the highest number of complaints ever from viewers furious over the treatment of Shetty on the show.

And now today, a major sponsor of the show has just dropped its backing of the series, and many are calling for the show to be pulled and for the network, C4, to be fined heavily.

The Mayor of London, Ken Livingstone, said it appeared Celebrity Big Brother had been “deliberately” edited to air the alleged racist comments.

He said: “The company producing Celebrity Big Brother, Endemol, is editing down 24 hours of coverage to one hour and it is therefore clear they have deliberately chosen to broadcast participants’ racist comments.

“The programme makers should instead explicitly warn participants that such behaviour is unacceptable and contestants making racist comments will be evicted.”

Read the articles and you'll see that there are alot of issues loaded into this scandal - race, class, education, culture, so on and so forth.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/portal/main.jhtml?xml=/portal/2007/01/18/ftbb118.xml

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/6271139.stm

http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/TV/01/18/bigbrother.racism/index.html
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/6271161.stm

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/18/world/europe/18britain.html?ref=world

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,11049-2007030000,00.html

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2007/01/18/nbb118.xml

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/6273803.stm

Go Fug Yourself - no really, Go...

2007-01-11T14:19:00.000-05:00

Please, please become fans of the great blog, gofugyourself.typepad.com

A blog that lovingly trashes celeb fashion misshaps. Me loves it.

Democrats choose...Denver?!?! for the 2008 Convention. Fanfuckingtastic

2007-01-11T13:35:00.000-05:00

No offense against Denver (my friend JJN hails from a quiet burb Conifer). I've never been there, so I have no right to judge. But after the debacle that is this year's Real World 45: Denver, I think having the 2008 Democratic Convention there only spells disaster.

I mean, if I were Howard Dean I most likely would've gone down the Republican path of disaster-sploitation and held it in New Orleans. It wouldn't have been tasteful at all, but ladies, tasteful never wins election does it? Imagine it now, the antichrist combo of Clinton/Obama accepting the nomination in the Ninth Ward, on the rubble of homes and cars. The sheer exploitation of it just brings sweet tears to my eyes.

Britney, her Vag and I Share the Same Taste in Men

2007-01-11T12:33:00.000-05:00

Is it wrong that I want to bone Brit's new "man'? I would let him do me on a plane, I would let him do me on a sling, I would let him do me unrestrained, yes I would yes I would.

And for the record, I would admit to having wanted to bone K-Fed at some point, in the past, or now, or always...don't judge. But why does someone this hot need to be licking Brit's hairless, C-sectioned Vag? I mean, if he honestly wants the publicity, he can be getting an STD from another fucked-up starlet. Like me. I'm jealous. Somedays I wish I was a Bollywood star, others a self-destructive pseudo-celeb. Sigh, until then I'll keep refreshing HoL

Saurin Khan, Sounds Nice Doesn't It?

2007-01-11T12:24:00.000-05:00

Why is it that every single time I listen to a Bollywood song I imagine myself as the "hero" dancing away to my own made up scene for the track? I've listened to 4 songs just now on my iPod and have created my own music videos in my own head. Sigh - I should've moved to Mumbai, gained some muscle, refined my dance skills, and slept with some overweight director (Subhash Ghai cough cough) and won the starring role in some film that would've prob been called Dil Ishq Aap Ki Mein Hum Tum. I am quite sure that does not make any sense in Hindi, but you know it would be a hit.

Currently listening to:

New Year's Sluttiness

2006-12-27T22:07:00.000-05:00

Don't Worry, I Hate Me Too

2006-12-08T14:13:00.000-05:00

So guys, I just want to apologize for not having updated this blog in almost a month. I know you guys obsessively check your "bookmarks" every day to see if your dear friend has mustered enough creative courage to post something, but I've been a basketcase as of late.

The end of the semester combined w an increased load at the office have left me w no desire to blog as of late - but no worries, I'll be coming back.

There's alot to talk about - work, school, CASINO ROYALE (yum), family, life, blah blah blah.

Don't worry my babies, Mama will be back.

007

2006-11-11T22:45:00.000-05:00

The following is the titles sequence from Goldfinger, considered by most to be the best and most quintessentially Bond movie ever. A gorgeous sequence though - images from the film reflected onto a near-naked gold-painted female body - a reference to a death of one of the girls in the movie by being dipped into gold. how decadent!

Damning Conversations w/ Roro. Part Two.

2006-11-10T22:20:00.000-05:00

roro: good boys get bad boys

HoL: im a bad boy
HoL: and i was hoping for a good boy
HoL: to calm me

roro: are you?
roro: hmm

HoL: do u think im a good boy?

roro: well now that i think of it
roro: no
roro: youre mainly a good boy with a slight wild streak

HoL: I HATE YOU
HoL: im bad
HoL: to the bone

roro: haha
roro: ok
roro: if you insist

Dancing Girls and Dirty Martinis

2006-11-10T20:48:00.000-05:00

Only one more week till Casino Royale premieres! Woo woo.

Here is a title sequence from the '85 007 movie, A View to A Kill. It was craptastic, but hey, it had Christopher Walken and Grace Jones in it! The title song was sung by Duran Duran and is possibly one of my most favorite songs ever...

If you've never seen a Bond film, they usually begin with the gun barrel intro, followed by a 3-5 min teaser before fading into 3 min long opening title sequences - usually of silhouetted, dancing women, guns, images of communism and/or the other villians, etc.

Growing up, I always wanted to direct a title sequence for a Bond film, they were basically my first glimpse at sexuality and nudity - despite it being female.

The following one is very 80's. Maurice Binder (the designer of the first 16 openings) must've been on a new wave and coke-fueled binge when he directed it, maybes thats why I LOVESSSS IT

Hope and Progress

2006-11-09T09:50:00.000-05:00

It's too early to say what effect the Democratic takeover of Congress will have in the next two years. Between the Bush administration trying to certify its stamp on American history in its remaining term versus the Democratic Congress attempting to fix the mess Bush has made, it will def be a battle to watch.

All conflict aside though, the Democratic takeover and resignation of Rumsfeld provides hope to those of us progressives, liberals, fiscal conservatives, war critics, immigration activists, social conservatives (Foley& Haggard, much?) and pretty much anyone else disenchanted and angered by the policies and actions of the current administration and (now) former ruling majority party.

Nancy Pelosi, the presumed Speaker of the House, has outlined an ambitious and hopeful agenda for the first "100 hours" of Congress. Idealistic? For sure. But idealism is a whole lot stronger than the utter lack of faith I've had in this government and country over the last few years.

In 100 hours, the top five oil companies will take in $4.3 billion in profits.

In 100 hours, $1.1 billion will be spent on the war in Iraq.

In 100 hours, the public debt will grow by $4.9 billion.

In 100 hours, the top 10 pharmaceutical companies will gain $2.6 billion in profits.

In 100 hours, the top CEOs will earn an average of $2 million each.

In 100 hours, a minimum wage worker working 8 hours a day will earn $171.67.

And if all goes as expected, in less than 100 hours my sixth grandchild will be born.

I want my grandchild to be born into an America where government is for and by the people. I want my grandchild to be born into an America that rewards and values hard work. I want my grandchild to be born into an America where you are not labeled a terrorist coddler when you honor the Constitution.

I want my grandchild to be born into an America where if the U.S. Central Command judges the situation in Iraq to be near chaos, with "violence at all-time high, spreading geographically", if the top intelligence agencies tell you that the war in Iraq is inspiring the very terrorism it was purported to prevent, and if four highly respected military newspapers say of the Secretary of Defense that "his strategy has failed, and his ability to lead is compromised...[he] must go" that you fire your Secretary of Defense and change the course.

I want my grandchild to be born into an America whose government honors its duty for accountability and oversight.

I want my grandchild to be born into an America that inspires innovation, that leads with dignity and diplomacy, that rejects fear mongering, and whose leaders start each day remembering that the Constitution begins with the simple but revolutionary phrase "We the people," which announced to the world that here, the people rule.

If you honor Democratic candidates with your vote today, in the first hundred hours of a Democratic Congress: We will restore civility, integrity, and fiscal responsibility to the House of Representatives. We will start by cleaning up Congress, breaking the link between lobbyists and legislation and commit to pay-as-you-go, no new deficit spending.

We will make our nation safer and we will begin by implementing the recommendations of the independent, bipartisan 9/11 Commission.

We will make our economy fairer, and we will begin by raising the minimum wage. We will not pass a pay raise for Congress until there is an increase in the minimum wage.

We will make health care more affordable for all Americans, and we will begin by fixing the Medicare prescription drug program, putting seniors first by negotiating lower drug prices. We will also promote stem cell research to offer real hope to the millions of American families who suffer from devastating diseases.

We will broaden college opportunity, and we will begin by cutting interest rates for student loans in half.

We will energize America by achieving energy independence, and we will begin by rolling back the multi-billion dollar subsidies for Big Oil.

We will guarantee a dignified retirement, and we will begin by fighting any attempt to privatize Social Security.

I say this as a grandmother (of almost six) and as the Democratic Leader of the U.S. House of Representatives.

Happy Election Day!

2006-11-07T14:10:00.000-05:00

Hope all of you have or will exercise your right to vote today.

A great comment by Olbermann last night. Watch the whole thing. Sums my thoughts up...

Who Wore It Better?

2006-11-03T13:31:00.000-05:00

VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE IN THE POLL:

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Who Wore It Better?

Damning Conversations w/ Roro. Part One

2006-11-02T13:15:00.000-05:00

Another recurring column will be excerpts from conversations with Roro and other friends that could potentially destroy any future relationship hopes or political aspirations that I may have if a related party unearths them:

roro: uh huh
HoL: wherever i can make out and be groped
roro: exactly
HoL: thats all im looking fwd to
HoL: and the conversation
roro: i know
roro: slut
HoL: am i really?
HoL: or am i just another lost soul looking for love in all the wrong places?
roro: of course
roro: what would make you think otherwise
HoL: a slut it is then
roro: yes
roro: embrace your true self

R.I.P. Duvet - You Died A Slow and Long Death

2006-10-31T16:01:00.000-05:00

Boys and boys, I'm sorry to break the news to you. Distortion Disko aka Duvet's Thursgay night spectacular, has passed on. Yes, yes it was way past its one-year expiration date for a NYC gay weekly party, but alas it finally decided to make its move to the scenester graveyard. Today, I'd like to pay tribute to my dear friend. You might've lost most of your glitz and glam, but deep down, I still loved the ugly you like an aging husband loves his menopausal wife.

Duvet. Well where do I begin? You were there for me for so many drunken Thursgay nights.

Remember that time I brought that poor, naive boy from Dallas home...only to make him cry? And as he hysterically tried to unlock my front door, I sat there laughing & wondering - Oh Duvet, what did you do now? That was all you!

Remember NSN's 21st birthday, when we celebrated with you, an endless number of glasses of Moet, a lost digital camera, a hazy hookup, then an extremely awkward Friday morning alone in NSN's bed, naked, with NSN standing over me and laughing while I awoke? Thanks for the good times Duvet!

Remember all those terrible "avante garde" performance artists that graced your stage weekly? No I don't mean Amanda or Sophia - they're the real deal. I'm talking about those poor, young Tisch drama students who think dressing in drag and doing a misguided dance routine to some obscure 80's song would constitute entertainment... But as I stood watching in horror, you stood there right beside me.

Or remember those times where your many luxurious-yet-filth-ridden beds tempted me to grope and be groped on occasion. Having the comforts and accessibility of a bed in a room full of drunk horny 'mos was a naughty idea, my friend. You were just a more well-dressed version of the West Side Club, Duvet.

Of course there are many more of those memories, Duves. Too bad all of your reasonably priced $11 Stoli Ras & Vodkas have destroyed them.

(I know all of you bitches have your favorite Thursgay Duvet memories. Post them in the comments!)

Next thing on the "Gay Agenda" To-Do List - CONFUSE YOUR CUTE, IMPRESSIONABLE CHILDREN!

2006-10-31T15:53:00.000-05:00

An advertisement from Wisconsin urging voters to ban gay marriage in an upcoming election initiative.

The best line, from the blonde kid at the end "If my dad married a man, who would be my mom?"

No wonder you're confused, little boy - your dads are both big 'Mos!

But wondering which one is the "mom"? The one that picks out the contemporary Scandinavian furniture and funky Karim Rashid houseware, duh.

HoL Does Bollywood: 1

2006-10-26T15:12:00.000-04:00

I bring to you, boys girls & trannies, HoL's 1st edition of HoL Does Bollywood, or as I'll refer to it from now on - HoLdBW. Easy to remember, right?

Think of it as my refresher course in all things B'wood for some of you...and for the novices, a crash course...

In it I'll share clips of songs from movies past, present, and future...and if you're lucky, shirtless photos of some of Bollywood's grotesquely and unrealistically muscular "heroes" (Hrithik - I'm talking about you. Lay off of the whey protein, please. You arms are bigger than my chest, and that.is.not.cool.)

It will also be an ode to the beautiful women of B'wood (i.e. Aishwarya), but no shirtless photos of them will be provided. How filthy of you to think I would objectify women like that. I only do that to men.

To kick this "Party off, Yaar" I present to you Bipasha Basu and John Abraham. Two fine, fine specimens of the new kind of Bollywood megastar. Instead of having a family legacy to prop them to fame, they became stars the way God and Western-bred superficiality meant it to be: They're fucking gorgeous (and ex-models). Can they act? Who cares and who knows, I say!

In real life, they're "dating" - I place that in quotations b/c I have heard from 3 diff sources in Mumbai that John is a big 'mo. And what bigger of a PR stunt than to have the two hottest, ex-models "dating." Oh of course in Hollywood we've gotten past such sham couples (::cough tom katie cough::)

The following clip is from some crappy awards show, where they heinously lip-synch their way through a song from their debut movie, "JISM."

Yes, it was called JISM. It was controversial at the time of its release, b/c it included 12 or so kisses! Kisses! SCANDALOUS! Disappointingly though, there was no actual JISM. I was expecting a passionate song n dance sequence in some meadows, with the climax (no pun intended) being John JISM-ing on Bipasha's beautiful wheatish face. I was terribly wrong.

Then I realized JISM must be a word in Hindi with an entirely different meaning. However, since I don't really speak Hindi, I have nothing to back me up on that.

Enjoy this JISM-tastic clip. Pardon the lip-synching but enjoy the sheer hotness of the pair:

I Always Did Want to Get Married in Beautiful Newark

2006-10-25T16:03:00.000-04:00

The NJ Supreme Court just ruled 4-3 to grant gay couples equal rights and benefits as straight couples. Whether that translates as full civil marriage or the cop-out of civil unions is up to the State Legislature.

Will this energize the Social Conservatives in the November elections or give hope to the Social Liberals that there is some semblance of progress left in America?

Either way, looks like I'll finally get to have my glitz-tastic, gay Indian wedding ceremony in Edison after all.

Samosas and ras malai for all!

'You Know My Name' - New 007 Title Song

2006-10-25T12:03:00.000-04:00

The new Bond song, YOU KNOW MY NAME, performed by Chris Cornell

Hot! Reminds me of loud, brash, aggressive rock 007 songs like Live & Let Die (Paul McCartney)& A View To A Kill (Duran Duran)...but still retains the Bondian big brass orchestra...

You Know the Name, You Know the Number

2006-10-25T11:28:00.000-04:00

My 007 obsession is going into overdrive as Casino Royale's premiere approaches...Aaaahh new picts:

Eva Green as Vesper Lynd

The infamous (AND HOT, look at him nekkid) torture scene from original novel and now in the movie...

The One Where HoL Becomes a Little Bit Obsessed with HoL

2006-10-25T10:37:00.000-04:00

Comments from friends on my blog = an equal substitute for love

No comments from friends = dead.to.me.

Comments are an open forum to discuss the hotness of Rodrigo Santoro, people!

Rodrigo Santoro

2006-10-25T00:59:00.000-04:00

Oh Brazil, how you never cease to amaze me

Huzzah I say, Huzzah

2006-10-25T00:49:00.000-04:00

I think it's about time to bring the monocle back.

My mom meets Amanda Lepore...sort of...

2006-10-24T14:05:00.000-04:00

So as some of you know, I went to Vegas this past weekend w my mom. While there, we caught Elton John's show, The Red Piano, at Caesar's Colosseum.

Mind you it is not the monstrous production that is Celine's A New Day (which Elton's performance replaces when Celine's on hiatus), but it was debauched fun nonetheless.

Here I was watching one, if not the, most influential and well-known Gays in the world, performing his gay gay songs to even gayer David LaChapelle-visual imagery splashed across a giant 20 ft screens behind him...with my mom and an audience full of Midwestern white trash.

Well, I obviously don't know or think they were all Midwestern white trash, but I can tell you that I barely noticed nary a gay, appropriately-dressed Liberal heterosexual, or just any non-trashy heterosexuals in general.

One of the most memorable - awkward yet funny - moments was when Elton described one of his songs as being about Love, and not about all of the "hate, intolerance, and bigotry" that pervades current society. A brave statement followed by only a smattering of applause. I swear only 1/5 of that audience clapped in agreement with his statements.

Well, the best part of it was LaChapelle's design work for the show. Since Elton's show is nothing like the uppity Celine show, LaChapelle faced the challenge of creating a design that had a visual energy and dynamic that would integrate with his music without distracting away from it. He also was tasked to create videos that wouldn't ruin the iconic status of some of his songs. A brave and successful feat methinks.

The best of all was his video for 'Someone Saved My Life.' Filmed in a typical LaChapelle aesthetic, the video features none other than MISS AMANDA LEPORE herself...topless...panties-less...and with blood streaking down from her nose in one scene.

For those of you not in the know (and why are you reading my blog anyways) Amanda is the self-professed "#1 Tranny in the world" (behind Janice Dickenson of course). She's also the performer of the hit Tranny Billboard singles - 'Champagne' and 'My Hair Looks Fierce.'

So the video also features a shirtless boy in sparkly tights and angel wings writhing away in most of it which prob made my mom uber-uncomfortable.

But the kicker is near the end when Amanda is being charged on an electric chair, with a piece of dynamite exploding from her cooch. Yes - dynamite through her cooch.

Here I am sitting with my conservative little Indian mom, surrounded by a gaggle of spiritless yet shocked tourists, watching Amanda with a piece of dynamite in her pussy on a 20 to 30 ft screen, with the biggest queen herself, Elton, singing on his big gay red piano. The whole situation was just too much to handle.

Elton, Amanda, and David - flaunting their outrageous/gay/cutting-edge/however you want to describe it aesthetics and sensibilities on a possibly confused and perplexed audience. I LOVED THAT.

Anyways, I'd seen the video before, but seeing it that large and live w/ Elton singing was great. LaChapelles amazing - but that's prob b/c I love spectacle with alot of color and shine added to it. Someone get him to direct a Bollywood film.

I've included some links to his work for Red Piano, as well as the video where Amanda debuted to my mom.

you have to manually copy and paste these into your browser:

http://www.davidlachapelle.com/projects/photo_gallery.shtml

http://www.davidlachapelle.com/projects/index.shtml

HoL does Vegas

2006-10-20T19:04:00.000-04:00

Boys and girls, I'm in the City of Sin for a few days, tagging along w my mom as she attends a medical conference.

Updates soon to follow.

Now that's why George can't get it straight on Grey's

2006-10-19T16:10:00.000-04:00

Why did I think this was already public knowledge?

Perfectly-crafted official coming-out to People Magazine, JUST right after the on-set right between Isaiah Washington and Patrick Dempsey? Interesting seeing that Isaiah referred to a cast member in the fight as "a bitch" and "little faggot." Read the rest on towleroad.

Methinks some trouble brewing on the Grey's set with all this damage control. I see Isaiah's character being written/killed off within this season...

# 45 on the list of reasons of why I love America

2006-10-19T14:52:00.000-04:00

The nation's first openly gay Congressman, Gerry Studds of Massachushetts, recently passed away at the age of 69. 2 years ago, Studds legally married Dean Hara after that state legalized same-sex marriage.

Under federal law, surviving spouses receive lifetime pensions - of which about $62,000 annually (of around $115K of his total pension) would have gone to Dean Hara - well that is if the federal government had legally recognized their marriage.

It's the first time in the history of the Congressional pension program that such a situation has arisen.

Gary Buseck, legal director for the group Gay and Lesbian Advocates and Defenders, said Studds's case may offer "a moment of education for Congress."

"Now they have a death in the congressional family of one of their distinguished members whose spouse is being treated differently than any of their spouses," Buseck said.

The only other reason for denying pension to spouses is if that person has been convicted for espionage or treason.

It's nice to know that a loving, legally-sanctioned marriage in one state is equated with those crimes on the federal level.

As of now, the federal government has refused to pay the death benefits to Hara, and I'm guessing that will most likely be their final say on said subject.

Super-Explosion-Fantastic TV Shazam

2006-10-19T10:41:00.000-04:00

So some of you might know how Wednesday is TV night for me. Or as they'd call it in Japan "Super-Explosion-Fantastic TV Shazam." Cultural stereotypes never cease to be funny.

So for only a few glorious weeks a year, my three favorite shows align to form the best night of TV: Top Model, Lost, and Project Runway.

I won't go into last night's Lost now, b/c one - you know how I get with Lost, and two - I was kind of disappointed. (Uh, THAT'S how they want to introduce Rodrigo Santoro (aka Paolo) - God's Brazilian gift to the human race - into the show? No dramatic scene of him emerging from the water, with his ever-so-slightly hairy chest glistening from the rays of the sun? I hate you, Lost, I hate you.)

First off with the BOO:

AJ getting kicked off on Top Model over Trannylicious Jaeda? Are you f-ing kidding me? I had AJ pegged to either be the winner or in the top 4! This show has really jumped the shark. AJ, you tortured emo soul, we shall miss you. RIP 2006-2006:

But let's get past the BOOs for the YAAAAAYS. And by Yay I mean Jeffrey's win last night on PR. I must say NSN had Jeffrey pegged pretty early as his favorite to win. After his haute couture challenge, I was even convinced he could win it all. He was always the most innovative, forward-thinking, and "now" designer of all of them. I mean, do you remember the rhinestone-encrusted zipper on his tight jeans during the Jetset challenge? Talk about forward; anything to accentuate my junk is a winner for me.

But his collection last night was f-ing great. I loved most of his pieces, his designs, his color story, etc. Here's hoping he eventually designs menswear. My fave pieces:

This blog is the new Whitney Biennial

2006-10-18T13:43:00.000-04:00

One of the perks that comes up with working for a large-scale, megalomaniac media company is the free subscription to Getty Images! Yes, I might not get health benefits as a freelancer, but who needs an OB/GYN when you have an endless supply of stiffly-posed photos of happy white families cooking in their kitchen, or of really second-rate pop art.

I joke - Getty actually has really amazing shit on there. I discovered this "New Photographers" series on their website yesterday, and wanted to post some of my faves:

The Perils of Being a Single Working Mother of 3 in NYC

2006-10-18T10:16:00.000-04:00

So I finally got a long overdue raise yesterday. Boss C called me into her office in the morning, told me about the great job I've been doing this and that blahblahblah, and then told me the new # they were offering me additionally a week. See, I don't know how it works for you ppl with "real jobs" with "real benefits," but since I freelance, I get paid a daily rate and then they just keep adding more money for the raise.

When she told me the #, well I was fucking floored. That much additional to my daily rate? Wow, they really are atoning for all of the intellectual abuse they've flayed on me since I've started here. I wanted to hug my boss, cry tears of joy, run across a snow-capped Swiss mountain towards my hero, Saif Ali Khan. Hundreds of back-up dancers in metallic tights would be doing the Bollywood-form of the chicken dance in this fantasy.

But then I made the mistake of actually listening to what she said. The number she told me was not additional to my daily rate, but rather my overall weekly income.

Mixed feelings of perplexion, disgust, and then denial raced through my mind.

Recently I've been meaning to go in to ask for a raise, which I should've done b/c that way I could've stated the percentage increase I was looking for - rather than my company pre-emptively striking that scenario with their "parsimonious" offer. (I place that word in quotations b/c I honestly only learned its definition last night and wanted to emphasize how much of a big boy I am now using 25cent words.)

In the end, its extra money into my checking account, and anything helps when I'm a poor, single mother of 3 just tryin to make it through the day. Kind of like Charlize in North Country, Meryl in Silkwood, and Sally in Norma Rae. Except they worked blue collar jobs, were the subject of gender discrimination and/or on-the-job death or injury, and may or may have not been single mothers of 3. Basically, I've never seen any of those movies. Any chance to starfuck Charlize and Meryl is good with me though.

I'd Wear These to Church

2006-10-18T02:07:00.000-04:00

Everyone needs a pair of futuristic, gold metallic snake-skin leggings from Balenciaga...

check out more the entire collection at: http://www.style.com/fashionshows/collections/S2007RTW/review/BALENCIA

I Heart Me

2006-10-18T01:51:00.000-04:00

Alas, I have gotten around to starting my blog. One of those things in my life that I'll say I'll start in order to promote my creativity, but never do. But ha! Take that unachieved goals, I've proved you wrong once again..

What to expect, you ask, from this wonderful, groundbreaking blog?

Just think of all those timely and relevant forwards I send all of you, mix it with a bit of my drunken rants on pop culture, politics, and whatever else I cant remember, maybe some heartwarming life stories (thought I doubt it), and a bunch of other bullshit - then you'll get House of Lakme. Yeah, I really don't know either, but I have big plans for this site. ($1.75 billion sale to Google here I come!)

But whenever I send an article, recommend a song or tv show or movie, discuss some policy issue, I'm just trying to engage and inspire my friends, to include them in on something that I am being inspired or moved by at the moment. Whether its a social cause or something more frivolous as the new Balenciaga collection (to be discussed in forthcoming posting), I want my dear friends to also know, be curious, and gain passion from those things.

One of the main intentions behind this blog was also to keep a form of one-way communication open w my good friends in other cities around the country and the world. I know I don't get to talk to you as much as we would like, but I hope this is a way of giving you a look at the experiences, thoughts, and interests in my current life.

And I know that not everyone (ie. no one) responds to my forwards that I send in hopes of striking up some intellectual conversation, but promise me this - that you guys will at least post comments in reponse to some of these postings. That way I'll know that some of you love me, and this blog is not just a futile test of my self-worth. Ha! Just kidding. Or not?!?!

Excuse the lack of any form of creativity when it came to the blog design - I'm still learning about this whole blogging thing, so I promise to provide a more aesthetically pleasing site in the long run.

And if you guys have any suggestions for topics and whatnot, well...then get your own damned blog.

Welcome to the House of Lakme...