Two nights ago, I was honored to be the special guest at DJ JENE's regular Madonnathon at Rockbar (185 Christopher, though it was more like 1985!), where I was set up with a table and chair in order to hawk my Encyclopedia Madonnica 20 to the Madonna-loving masses.
Yes, an actual book-signing event!
Copying Madonna for all I'm worth
I hate book-signing events. They're usually tense affairs during which 2% of the people you've invited actually show up, often spread out over a two-hour period. In my opinion, a book-signing event should only happen if the author is famous, or the subject matter is intensely headline-grabbing. I mean, I've sat through a couple o' white-knuckled moments at signings.
I know, we should just get married already. But he can do better.
This was totally different! My great friends Jason and Greg helped me drag 14 copies of my $65 book (on sale for $50 at Rockbar), plus my cover blow-up, to the location, where a captive audience of Madonna fanatics steadily bought up every copy I had! I was truly impressed that people bought that many. I even sold 2 out of 3 Starf*cker books.
Greg heroically took most of the photos you see on this page, with Jason doing some of the others.
It was a lot of fun meeting and greeting old pals like Frank, Angel, Michele, and more, plus meeting a few for the first time, like sexy Liam from Australia, sexy Joe from New Yawk, sexy ... oh, you know where this is going.
I only sold books to attractive people.
Michele snapped up my last copy!
Boy Culture reader Chad came from San Francisco! (Okay, not specifically for me. But yay for coincidence!)
Frankly speaking with Frank
One guy asked for a kiss with his book, which I gave—only to get tongue without warning. It's okay, though, my mono was almost gone.
With my book's gifted designer, Anthony Coombs
Kidding aside, it was really fun and a real ego-boost, even when the cute drunk told me Madonna was garbage compared to Bjork. (Off to write my Bjorkopedia.) And it ended with me doing muscle poses alongside Stephen Charles Lincoln of The Protein Bakery, which provided delicious cookies, something Madonna has not eaten since 1977.
His sugar was definitely raw.
Thanks to Jeannie Buxo for making it happen, and happen right!
I dream of Jeannie!