Bowie's Blog

I was thinking tonight about the aftereffects of making love.

Ever walk back into the bedroom after a night of carnality and feel kind of weird? I always feel like I’m mopping up a crime scene. Used condoms on the floor, lube to be capped and put up, toys to be cleaned and put away, sheets to be changed, pillows to fluff, blankets to untwist.

And I always feel slightly guilty in that fun, dirty way, the please-sir-may-I-have-another way. As I stoop to grab a piece of condom wrapper I remember the things I said, what I asked to be done to me, the sweat. I come up with weird questions like, “That fit?” and “How can the sheets STILL be wet?”

I think about bathing and how I’m almost loath to--I love it when your skin smells like another’s. I take a bath and examine my body for bruises and cuts. I think about my headboard. I wonder if my roommate heard anything. I wonder when we’ll do it all again.

What rule is there that winners of Academy Awards must then go on to stupid movies? How Halle Berry can go from Monster’s Ball to Catwoman, and even X-Men, is beyond me. Now Jamie Foxx is coming out with Stealth, some combo of Top Gun and Independence Day. Who are these people listening to?

And while we’re on this, why the fuck are Susan Sarandon and Julianne Moore peddling foundation from Revlon? Oh, AND Halle Berry! Can they truly need the money? I’ve heard they make more money from one day of commercial shooting than a month on a movie set, so maybe this factors in. I’m just talking here, but doesn’t it seem stupid? It’s as if Jackson Pollack opened at the Guggenheim and the next week picked up a project designing Hallmark greeting cards. It seems like it’s debasing the actors to suddenly make crap.

Not every movie will be good. If anything is more a testament to this it’s the movies coming out this summer. Most every movie is a remake/continuation. Bewitched, Bad News Bears, Dukes of Hazzard, Batman Begins, Charlie & the Chocolate Factory, XXX, Herbie, …know what song my boyfriend David Bowie sings? “Always Crashing in the Same Car.” We seem to have reached an age where recycling is being taken too seriously.

Faced with all of this I guess I peddle mascara, too.

P.S. I hope Tom Cruise catches his eyeballs on fire.