Finn & Matty, Hudson’s luckiest kitties

OP, he just wasn't that into you. Move on.

messhy!

Shining blessings on all of you

In honor of the ubiquitous Blue Lights...

Luxurious!

She’s back in Hudson. Even “the light” isn’t safe.

He's in nyc, headed to London on Sunday.

Going on about taking the stairs to dispel his fears (must keep milking that injury!) and talking about his "past that isn't past", with a photo of one of Haring's Silence =Death paintings.

That just infuriates me. He did nothing but slum in those days, and even mocked the afflicted to a degree, exalting in his negative status.

Stolen valor is disgusting.

Didn’t he claim that he was supposedly infected with HIV through a rape? While on meth, I assume.

Stolen valor is even more disgusting with a side of spinach.

Seeking fellow grim pillagers

What a narrative; a train was cancelled.

There are two active threads about Miss S. This one and one other. Glad to see my people are still here.

I haven’t seen it; can u give me a clue?

R13, Little-hamlet.

R13 it references an English riding helmet

La Bav is back in the comments section dropping some casual racism.

Cho Ku Rei bitches

“Excuse me - is your name Kevin?”

I find it highly implausible that multiple people are coming up to him and recognizing him and also have some profound coming out story about how much “Mississippi Sissy” meant to them. It’s just…no.

Also, R17, this self proclaimed “New Yorker” STILL hasn’t figured out the E to Jamaica Station is much faster than the A to Howard Beach when Air-Training it to JFK.

Amateur.

Can you imagine sharing a cramped car with him from upstate all the way to NYC. The fetid breath alone....and he got them all to embrace his every thing cunt necks motto.

Why doesn’t the addled stupid fuck take the LIRR from Penn Sta (or GCT) to Jamaica, like everyone else?

GOOD GOD, WHAT AN IDIOT.

In small-town London he’s paying £9 sorry “quid” for a fucking half roast chicken at his “local” farmers market. Supermarkets sell whole chickens for £5 or less and you could buy enough veggies to have meals, sandwiches soup etc but oh no we have to purchase from a pretentious stall with French writing.

Is he going to sleep with those books on his pillow? 🤣🤣

It's just so... gobsmacking, I guess, is the word for it... that every time he sees the sun shine he takes it as some kind of miraculous omen. As if it were some rare cosmic occurrence, sent by the gods to anoint him.

I'm half envious (imagine thinking that every time the sun shines it's a personal message of love and support for you alone!) and half worried (because finding important "messages" in sunshine, birdsong, TV ads, etc, is a sign of paranoid schizophrenia). And some of the spouting, rambling word-salad writing that's been put out there of late is a little scary too.

Oh, and of course all the workers in the various bakeries and Starbucks that he loiters in have immediately remembered him (and his routine orders!) and are welcoming him back with open arms! I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to slip in a line about them clapping for him when he walks through the door and him taking a “fitful” bow.

R24 "It's you, you're back!". Please, I can't with his bullshit and now he is back using 'quid'.

Not only that, the teats are out! He’s on the hunt for some Company. Ned - you in danger gurl!

Ned’s mother has already taken out a low-key protective order.

The post about putting her stuff up in her room....books that never get read and her 'talismans'. What a crock.

Why, why did I choose to eat dinner before looking at the latest post, one of which is a closeup of fat, black & blue belly and moobs? It honestly looks like a coroner's evidence photo of a cadaver.

The "gross-out fetish" some of you have mentioned: It is real.

It’s REPULSIVE 🤢 but so on brand for our grim pillager

Finn & Matty are the luckiest kitties

Safe from filth, harm, trauma and starvation

And seeing the Sesshie’s bruised titties

Unlike the rest of the unsuspecting nation

I wonder will he bake some pah and give it out on Kilburn High Road.

"I baked some pah to pay it forward would you like a slice"

"Fack off you bald poofter cunt"

Shawtnin's so exPENsive. So ah used olive oil.

Are olive oil cakes the only thing he bakes?

R33 that video should have been enough to put him in Bellevue. Also that lip smacking.

[quote]Small-town London. Moved down to the stalls to an empty seat during first interval - S3 with space for my backpack next to the stalls circle [snip] because up in the amphitheater the hefty person next to me had shall we say thigh spillage and because of there being no arm rest between our seats was taking up a quarter to half of mine. I had to sit sideways basically. So I just headed down to this one with this perspective with an empty seat on one side and the space next to the stalls circle on the other. The interval navigation of an itinerate opera nerd.

Add body-shaming to his litany of personal failings that he should pray about and meditate over ...

...and "interval"? Feh! What a poseur!

He's going to alienate all his portly Fraus.

I finally found this thread….just in time to echo what R36 said!! Body shaming a fat person while her noxious, rotten meth-breath turns the theater into a fucking tomb! WHAT NERVE!! BTW, what is she lugging around in her backpack, and who brings it to THE OPERA?? He couldn’t be writing anything, his shit stack (💩🥞) is a real bust for the moronic subscribers….just like the magazine and everything else, you get a taste….then “life happens!”…..shitty tattoos, missed trains, bothered baristas, half a chicken, “two honeys”, purple moobs, and masturbating over ned. THIS IS ONE BUSY WOMAN!!

"BTW, what is she lugging around in her backpack"

I need to get myself away from these threads because life is starting to imitate art. I got pulled over on Saturday for doing 51mph in a 40 zone. When the officer asked to see my insurance, I impulsively blurted out “I NEED TO GET FUCKED RIGHT NOW”!

I ended up with a substantial ticket. Silver lining though, we set up a dinner date for next weekend 🤞

R40. 😂😂😂

Comment on his "there's a fat whore next to me in the theater" post:

Elizabeth Evans: "How mean and petty to say."

Good catch, r42.. I'm surprised he hasn't "bless your heart"-ed her yet. He shows off his old and battered body - and if he were a decent guy, I'd say "Good on him".….

...but he's an asshole.

R43…it’s all part of the grift. Those bruised boobs healed months ago in the “scrub bo me drawers” days of NM. Putting that image into the fraus minds keep him “wounded” and maybe the pret gift cards will keep a’comin’! Funny, no one has heard a peep from Pan….has he moved on? So many questions, so few answers… BUT THOSE GNARLED NINNIES KEPT HIM FROM *USING* IN HUDSON….so let’s put SOME RESPECT those sagging male mammai, shall we? 🤪🤪🤪

R43 He did indeed hit her with a "bless your heart."

"Elizabeth Evans bless your heart - you sit in half a seat for four hours after paying for a full one / lord have mercy -at times as the person shifted it was about a quarter of one - my personal space was being taken over by an unmasked person as well breathing all over me - there is a kind of unspoken privilege to that as well and a lack of thoughtfulness but I want say it is mean and petty - just presumptuous."

What an entitled CUNT! Imagine his methed out maw breathing all over someone! Talk about a lack of thoughtfulness.

He skips down to stalls seats every chance he gets but here it’s cloaked in victimhood and as an onward escape narrative.

Still I guess if you actually PAY for a ticket you’re gonna want to get every “quid” worth. Sheesh

Okay, he reworked and edited his response and now it says:

"Elizabeth Evans bless your heart - you sit in half a seat for four hours after paying for a full one / lord have mercy -at times as the person shifted it was about a quarter of one - my personal space was being taken over by an unmasked person as well breathing all over me - there is a kind of unspoken privilege to that as well and a lack of thoughtfulness but I want say it is mean and petty - just presumptuous - moreover, I have been taught that I ask before touching someone or give them a hug and there was that aspect of not just my seat being taken over but also my whole body being slowly moved aside because my whole left side was melding with the other person's which was touching me ... i didn't say anything to the person because I knew the person couldn't help it because of their weight so I just moved .. but I am also a writer and after describing this other seat as one of my favorites in an earlier post I thought my then moving from it needed to be explained and I was being careful not to use offensive language to do so - but I guess i wasn't successful enough so this is a long way of saying I am sorry to you because you took offense. But I also refuse to take the post down even though the first thing I read this morning - lol - was that I am mean and petty - aahhh .. Facebook .. onward .."

I eagerly await the next version.

"Moreover..."

Go lay down, Blanche.

Fat shaming someone, while taking up space with your backpack. So much for always paying kindness forward. Also, Two Honeys tells us he never touches anyone without permission. But he snaps strangers and puts them on Facebook all the time.

BUT with that response on Facebook a new record was set: A sentence of 234 words. What a writer he is!

Now he's decided to weigh in on the situation in the Middle East. This oughta be good.

Maybe we will be treated to a meditative Mid East shitstack

He just cannot help himself. Unmasked person...as a Londoner I can tell you that there are a grand total of zero people wearing masks anymore. Whether that's wise or foolish is another thing.

Having a double bill at the London Film Festival today. That should make for interesting copy.

Honestly, fuck this guy. I got busted on earlier threads for saying he was an ass .

The Bav is all beatific until someone dares criticize him... then the The Bitch comes out.

He really is such a fucking cunt. I’m glad that someone called him out on the fat-shaming and forced him to write a pathetic ESSAY trying to justify it.

Piece of shit.

Goes the whole way to London and eats at Cho Alan...demands a burger that isn't on the menu. God he is horrendous.

Could she roll those jeans up any more?

Those rolled up jeans don’t do her short, stumpy legs any favors

R56 Cho Alan is a gift card grift - I’m sure of it. I love the underlying sneering about No spinach plop on menu nor temperature for burger cooking. Fact is, if you aren’t a supercilious entitled cunt they will cook it how you like it and even find some frozen spinach plop.

The very reason Bav was there is a hilarious dry beg - they mistook the ticket they had for an evening rather than one-off matinee. Er no Bav, you scored movie tix for London Film Festival and thought you’d blag your way into the evening performance, no?

R59 haha exactly that! He is such a total grifter. Anyway he deserves not to grace the Royal Opera House after his cuntiness about his seat last night. Utter dickhead.

R60. I’m so glad “newbies” are seeing the bav “acting out” in all her CUNT glory. All done for attention, or for some idiot frau kvelling about how his grim pill age has inspired them, or how “On ward” has become their personal mantra they whisper to themselves when things get rough.🙄🙄. Without a doubt, the dry begging was HIDEOUS, and his essay explaining away his fat shaming is ONE FOR THE BOOKS. The “reward” of a burger was also pathetic…a gift card grift FOR SURE. He’s actually becoming MORE ODIOUS than ever…HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE???😂😂!!

There's a Cho Alan in London? Who kmew? Fuck all nobody will know him there.

[quote]Who kmew?

Holy "oh, dear!", batman!

Such a dishonest writer, too... Regarding Hefty-gate, absolutely no one would think twice about why he moved from the balcony to the stalls at the interval. But trying to excuse his fat shaming he explains that he had to tell people the reason for his move:

"I am also a writer and after describing this other seat as one of my favorites in an earlier post I thought my then moving from it needed to be explained"

Also dishonest: He (rightly) trashed A Little Life, but then remembered that the book's author is an editor at the NYTimes and so wrote a fawning update about how great she is as an editor.

I can only think the poor fatty at the theater was thrilled beyond words when Mr. Spitbath VonFilthypants moved to another seat with his knapsack full of god-knows-what.

R65 Spitbath VonFilthyPants 🤣 I am dying.

Dropped a mention of her "still healing" shoulder. It's been five months. Perhaps a grim pillage to take the water at Lourdes is in order.

R64 - the A Little Life post is vomit inducing. I can’t write about it now because I’m ON DEADLINE! With so many projects….

Why does she insist on imposing herself on these poor minimum wage baristas for selfies and 'shared narratives'. The latest one is a doozy....I brightened up her day. Yeah right. Just don't breathe on her because with that meth mouth your breath be kicking.

These poor baristas can tell him off because they don’t want to lose their jobs. So they basically HAVE to play along with this cunt. He knows that which makes his behavior more sick.

*CAN’T tell him off

R70. Precisely. They can’t escape, so they have NO CHOICE but to deal with “two honeys”! No one in their right mind would *WILLINGLY* spend time smelling that rank sewer breath! The brazenness of it all is DEF part of his gross out fetish…practically DARING them to smell it!! It’s amazing how calculating this cunt is. He just posted a picture of his lez sister…with her wide “Forrest Gump” smile. I guess he wants to show us that he cares. 🤷🏻‍♂️. It’s really fucking revolting.

Back at the Royal Opera House tonight. Probably a grifted ticket. Be a real shame if someone was to call the ROH press office and expose his fat shaming post from the other night....be a terrible shame if someone did that

R72 at least she can smile....because unlike her feckless brother she didn't slam meth for 6 years

The Bav reminds me of the creepy cartoon "Salad Fingers." Or in his case, "Spinach Fingers!"

Hate wasting a ticket... especially one that I had to pay for!

"I have to start really looking at my handwritten scribbles on my calendar in my old-school old queen way of keeping a cultural schedule. I glanced at the square last night for today and just saw an 11:30 screening of Foe and the ballet tonight. But I just noticed that I missed at 2:30 screening of Nyad and really wanted to see that. Oh, well. I hate buying a ticket and wasting the money - and yesterday I didn't write that the opera was a one-off Tuesday matinee and just assumed it was an evening performance. These are two signals that I have to be more vigilant about my scheduling. Tomorrow is jam packed but I am really focusing now."

R76 "a cultural schedule."

Well la di da.

Could he possibly be more snooty and affected?

He should ask one of the baristas he inflicts himself on to show him how to use the calendar app on his phone.

Wait, he doesn’t pay for any of these ”cultural events.”WTF is he talking about?

Are you here spying again, Bav?

I simply don't have time for all this cultuh! However will I manage such a dense calendar?

Perhaps a handsome aspiring young actor could be persuaded to manage an aged itinerant’s cultural calendar?

Maybe The Bav could go all Blanche on the next cute young barista!

This pathetic, pretentious faggot can’t use the calendar app on his phone LIKE THE ENTIRE WORLD DOES. Nor can he figure out Google Maps, which is why he gets lost. Constantly. No wonder he’s “broken”—he’s a dolt.

Filming curtain calls where he is shouting 'brava'. This doesn't happen in London theatres. He must look like Jack Nicholson in that scene in Witches of Eastwick. What a total tool.

Barista of the day selfie has been ticked off for today's postings. Waiting for the inevitable trip into one of the Malin+Goetz stores ("I know the owners")

[quote]Filming curtain calls where he is shouting 'brava'.

Speaking of that, the bulk of his last 9 or so posts garnered NO comments. Those that did got one or very few.

He's definitely losing his audience, and his pointless fat-shaming thread didn't help. Doubling down in following posts with the poster who called him out as he condescendingly "blessed her heart" only made it worse. His true colors are starting to show. He would have been better off deleting the whole thing, as he did with his Roseanne post a month or so back.

R85. Agree….its gonna be delightful when everyone finally wakes the fuck up and his posts garner nothing but (crickets) and the occasional tumbleweed. I love how the fat shaming post was SO ODIOUS, he backtracked wildly and ate shit after shit trying to explain himself and his love for “his favorite seat”….SURE, JAN. The damage was done and the fallout was hysterical. It made my day. Watching him whoop at the curtain call was SO CRINGE. He can’t go anywhere or do anything without making it *SOMEHOW* about him. I was never a big Sam Shepard fan, but now I want to hold a seancé and thank him PROFUSELY for embarrassing the bav by telling him his fixation on all things sexual was disgusting. BECAUSE IT IS! !!!!!!

When he shared his Poem of the Week for this week, it was accompanied with a very terse bit of snark about assuming that most of his FB sycophants don't click on the link to his Substack so he was sharing it on his page. He seems to believe that his "readers" owe him something for all his curating and incessant sharing of his cultural schedule. I sense an event of some sort coming that will lead to some tea and sympathy and a chance to grift. His loyalists appear to be more maternal in their interest for him, rather than the erudite culture vulture sort he fancies himself.

And then he referred to himself as having journalistic antennae, which made me aspirate my coffee this morning... he certainly works all his angles, I'll give him that.

Ooo…he’s getting desperate. I’m just going to pour a glass of wine, sit back, and watch. Definitely look for an uptick in (fake and probably fabricated) assurances and laudatory remarks from the young baristas of London.

It galls me that he gets press tickets when he doesn’t review anything he sees—and sometimes doesn’t even write anything about it, just a closed-mouth, scary pic.

[quote]When he shared his Poem of the Week for this week, it When he shared his Poem of the Week for this week, it was accompanied with a very terse bit of snark about assuming that most of his FB sycophants don't click on the link to his Substack so he was sharing it on his page. He seems to believe that his "readers" owe him something for all his curating and incessant sharing of his cultural schedule was accompanied with a very terse bit of snark about assuming that most of his FB sycophants don't click on the link to his Substack so he was sharing it on his page. He seems to believe that his "readers" owe him something for all his curating and incessant sharing of his cultural schedule.

Yes, I noticed that also. His old tone is starting to creep back in. See also his post about the London Joe Allen's location. He complained that there was no spinach available at all, that the burger was not on the menu but had to be requested, but asking for it medium rare "was against the law".

So they went out of their way to make a burger for him, but he snarked on them *anyway*? How about expanding your horizons a little, asking the bartender what they can recommend?

I mean, when in Rome, right? He seems terribly set in his ways when it comes to food.

Lol so haughty and pressed over a hamburger

He is such an entitled cunt. I fucking loathe this guy but these threads give me so much titillation because he is a ridiculous grifting cunt.

His nutty landlady has made him the keynote speaker at some positive aging awards she hosts. Talk about massaging his fucking ego.

R93. If there’s a God in heaven, someone will video this “speech” and we can all watch the mouth clicking, mumbling, and “don’t look at my methy jackass o’ lantern teeth” bav behavior!! This should be rich! Positive aging?? It should be called “Better living thru Chemistry?: My fast track to the grave due to IV meth abuse!”….i bet he weaves his addiction story into his speech, with a link to a Venmo (or maybe not, she can’t seem to figure out PAYPAL) on top of the little fee he’ll get. It’s a chance to grift a whole new audience, and she’s gonna take it. Fuck “paying it forward”….he never does, because IF HE DID, WE’D SURE HEAR ABOUT IT!! Fucking cunt.

Most of what the Bav does is posts other writers and artists' articles, poems, photos, and artwork. He contributes mostly tourist shots and selfies. And yet he acts like he's an artistic great and everyone should pay homage...

R95. It’s fucking ponderous. The actual GALL.

It’s so fitful.

Is the Library of America coming out with a volume of his works, including the memoir and Vanity Fair celebrity profiles?

I love these threads -- The Bavster has gotten rather dull and repetitive since he left The Plantation so now I just read the snark and ignore his actual instagram posts.

The Cliff Notes have definitely surpassed the source material!

R99 As has been noted, every single person who posts on these threads is a better writer than Bav.

I know what you mean, R99, but you should have run your post through Google translate first to express it more fully...

"A rudimentary rumination assails me this morning as I make my way to Hart and Lova where they will hail me in the usual way: “He’s back, Two Honeys, returned once more like a Hobbit come home to the Shire, ring-less but healing as he is reeling in the blue light that blooms over Bloomsbury.” I forced Marianne to pose for a photo against her will and told her that we are barista sisters. She laughed inwardly. Still the nagging rumination prevailed until I paused to acknowledge it – I saw then that yes, every single person who posts on those threads is a better writer than I. Recognizing this truth I turned to the fetching young man at whose table I had decided to sit and explained that Everything connects. He saw me and I saw him. We saw each other. “Yeah, whatever mate,” he replied, and I smiled, recognizing that spark that can only exist between true Londoners. I paid for my croissant with three and a half quids and shall now head to the Barbican to see my friend Patsy Ferran in “Shuddenly Last Seshummer.” Onward!"

R101 "Yeah, whatever mate" ended me.

Well done!

R101....I'm shouting brava at your curtain call!

Three and a half quids...😂😂😂

R101. I’m screaming with laughter!

Dear R101 - Congratulations! Thanks to your amazingly alliterative submission you have been culled from the heard and awarded the extremely prestigious 2023-24 Grim Pillage Fellowship!

Your duties include multiple daily posts to the Grim Pillage Shitstack & Insta accounts; but you do get comps to all the cultural events in MethHead Alabama, along with our generous stipend of All The Light, as well as few fitful quid and the occasional bob.

We are currently having some issues prying the 2022-23 Fellow from this luxurious sinecure, but one more “accidental fall” should do the trick Please place all your personal belongings and any pets in 1 - 3 cardboard boxes, place them on the curb and then head to your nearest Greyhound Depot to await further instructions.

Onward! - The Committee.

^^ (N.B - you will still need to provide your own dental care.)

— Onward, etc

I love that he was complaining about the lack of spinach plops.

His latest post about a fat tranny bus driver is one for the books. He is also putting four spaces in between sentences.

He really fancies himself. Taking selfies in the Royal Festival Hall for the umpteenth time. Then says 'this is 68' #nofilter....as if we are supposed to then tell him how great he looks for his age. Give us an open mouthed smile grifter and then we will tell you what we really see.

He said the tranny bus driver was 'my kind of broad'....probably because she has a penis that can be used for you to get fucked RIGHT NOW

Two honeys and two genders LOL. He so deliberately approached this lady (who unfortunately is not passing very well) just so he could use her for likes and kudos from his LGBTQIA follower fellowship.

"'Rebecca' wants to live on a canal boat and sail up to Scotland and back at her leisure mooring where it feels rights.

Mooring where it feels right - that is a kind of poetical summing up of our conversation today."

And of course everything cunt necks.

I don't know which is worse the bald liver spotted pate or the £15 shake and go wig on Rebecca

You mean 15 quid, R113.

I love it when Insta-hoes say "no filter," when there's obviously a filter!

I mean I WISH there was a filter. I would like it if I couldn't see every single liver spot on Mister Magoo's head, and the splooge smears all over his eyeglasses.

[quote]Small-town London. Meet Rebecca. [snip] I asked her if she had a wife and kids and she does. Those details are hers to tell.

Except he just shared that and her face all over FB! What details are left - names and addresses?

I see he's back to pairing too-small women's cardigans that he can't button up with too-long men's shirts and pants that he has to roll up.

What's up with that?

Now he's with some rando with pink hair:

"We stepped away from the herd - where we are most comfortable to be honest"

Yeah we know all about you being cut from the herd you stanky-ass weirdo because you tell us 43 times a day.

R117. Slowly creeping back into crossdressing after having to butch it up at the “Family compound” in Mithithippi. He loves to “gender fuck” with people, and have the unsuspecting public think they’ve run into a poor teenager with progeria! He then races into the nearest restroom to finger his shitter and pull on his nipples. Allegedly

[quote][R117]. Slowly creeping back into crossdressing after having to butch it up at the “Family compound” in Mithithippi. He loves to “gender fuck” with people

Yes, I mentioned the fact that he refrained from all women's clothing while in Mississippi. I'm a little surprised that he was able to. He even wore baseball/trucker style caps.

If gender fucking is what he's aiming for in his most recent photos, he missed by a mile. He just looks badly dressed in other people's clothes.

[quote] culled from the herd, fitful sleep, the light, onward, everything connects, brokenness...

Regarding the repetition: I said this on another thread, but I wonder if there isn't another underlying condition that is going untreated.

He never was a good writer, but he never used to be this bad. I understand that he had editors and proofreaders back in the day, but if he were truly this bad, how did he ever get hired? He doesn't even talk a good game.

He's also a terrible speaker. He never used to come off well in interviews/speeches in the past. Given the videos he's made himself, it's clear that he has only gotten worse.

This upcoming event is lining up to be a disaster. He already showed up early for it, I believe, because he somehow missed an email informing him that the date had been changed.

He never really had it, but now he's losing it entirely. Missed emails, ferries, movies, matinees...

He's in deep mourning for Louise Gluck and of course has to make it all about himself

His clothing choices....that cardigan barely reaches his mid-riff and he can only button the top button of it? Maybe because of his fucking incompetent mailing of three boxes of clothes that never arrived he is down to the same three outfits. We know he doesn't wash the jeans, I wonder does his nutty landlady allow him to scrubbo his drawers with her washing machine? Otherwise his underwear will be able to walk around Small-town London by themselves.

Those jeans could practically stand up by themselves now...

[quote]His clothing choices....that cardigan barely reaches his mid-riff and he can only button the top button of it? Maybe because of his fucking incompetent mailing of three boxes of clothes that never arrived he is down to the same three outfits

No. A quick look at his photos show that he has a varied wardrobe. A couple of overcoats and jackets/blazers, at least 3 turtle necks. Two sweaters, an ugly Xmas one and the other one far too small like the cardigan. Also more than one pair of jeans, though they all roll up at the bottom, so that's a choice. At least 4 pairs of shoes.

I'm not sure that the mis-mailing of the boxes ever happened. We never heard about it again.

For the $400 he spent mailing those clothes he could have bought a few hundred items of clothing in Primark

We're supposed to believe that he folded the page of Louise Gluck's death poem on the DAY SHE DIED.

SURE, JAN!!!

He bought that paperback today after he heard she died, then came back to his rented room, distressed the cover, flipped through the book, found a poem with the word in “death” in it, turned down the page, and typed up his hare-brained little story for the Fraus.

Every day for The Bav is frau-ght with meaning!

[quote]He bought that paperback today after he heard she died, then came back to his rented room, distressed the cover, flipped through the book, found a poem with the word in “death” in it, turned down the page, and typed up his hare-brained little story for the Fraus.

I'm sure that r126 is correct, r127, but Bav posted a photo of Gluck's book on Oct 6th. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

Oh, is she a seer now?

The Bav:

That will be the next claim, yes, r130, because as we all know,

[quote] everything connects!

He just hasn't thought of it yet.

Give him time.

R129 Okay then maybe he bought the book and murdered Louise Gluck so he could fold down the death poem page and tell his hare-brained story. I wouldn’t put it past him.

That would require planning, r127/r133.

We all know that he can't pull that off.

WTF does any of this mean : "Thank you, Suzanne Noble, for sharing. I experience some of what this reviewer found in this performance when she is offstage in her kitchen and we have our morning catch-ups. There is wisdom and wit and her Noble joy - and a hooch in haunch and some honky in her tonk. A bold beauty overlays it all yet lies beneath as well: it is the body of her work."

Translation: Dear batshit landlady if I performatively praise you to my Facebook frauen will you continue to let this methed out sissy stay in your London flat pretending it is “home”? The light connects us

Oh she's back taking covert pictures of young handsome men.

"Young Man with Scraped Wrist at the Tate Modern. October 14, 2023. I showed him the photo and asked if I could post it. He liked it and said okay. He is from Ukraine so I also said I was in solidarity with him in that regard as well. Thank you, Igor."

Sure Bav, it was out of solidarity with Ukraine. Nothing to do with the fact you'll be wanking over it in your nutty landlady's spare room later tonight and the cum will get dried into your filthy jeans as you moan Igor's name imagining him responding to your pervy cruising by fucking you RIGHT NOW.

I'm sure SOMETHING was in solidarity! Can't imagine taking pix of complete strangers...

Am I the only one who wishes that Igor would have popped him in the chops for taking his photo and then asking if he could post it?! If ONLY...!

I hope he does it to some chav boy who says 'what u fackin doing ya baldy cunt'.

'I was going to ask if I could post it'

Everything connects include his fist and my face.

I knew there would be an uptick in his “pictures with and of strangers” series. You could just feel it coming.

He uses these perv pix as an “ice breaker”…so he can tell them all about his grim pillage, his broken shoulder, and how everything cunt necks. I’m sure his femmy drawl is in full effect (“SHUT YO MOUTH!!”)…all leading up to a flop attempt at seduction. We all know the type. Ugly toads who have to “cast a wide net”, and aren’t above public toilet sex. Sucking cock next to a 300 lb man with rancid lava like diarrhea one stall over. BUT “THE LIGHT”…..”THE LIIIIGGGGHTTT!”

Her shitstack is treating us to a treatise on the current Middle East crisis. Because he's such an expert.

Can she go even one day without bothering strangers and bullying them into taking a pic with her?

One of these days this whole fragile house of cards will come tumbling down - maybe the IRS will catch up to him, maybe some more teeth will come crumbling out of his head, maybe the "press ticket" scam will eventually fail....and we will be here for it.

She still owes the IRS $40k. I would hope if she is on social security they are taking a good chunk of that. I wonder how much she makes off Shitstack. I think she truly believes she is going to make it there like Andrew Sullivan. "I put in so much work", when she hasn't done an honest days work in her sissy life. The multitalented brother in his antebellum mansion was a good foil to the washed up feckless pilgrim.

He thinks he is going to do this Paris/London/New York thing for the rest of his days. How at 68 you would think it wise to do something a gap year student might do and then bitch and moan about the shit health insurance you have etc while being HIV positive and uninsured for your 8 month sojourns in Europe is beyond me. At that stage in life stability is key. A vacation here and there yes but this silly grim pill age? He is such a ridiculous person. At least in Smalltown Hudson Bav had some consistency popping to CVS and the 'atelier'. But we are yet to learn why she was ran out of town there.

His brother and sister must resemble the cookie monster at times rolling their eyes so much at his ridiculous and feckless antics. I sense the brother is a personal piggy bank for Bav and the brother goes along with it as long as he doesn't have to put up with his bullshit.

R145. I simply cannot wait. It must be really torture having no home, but as we learned, his “loft” in Hudson became a rats nest with a cat urine odour that soaked into everything. What kind of SLOB does that to someone else’s property? Then in Paris, he had to get up in the cleaning ladies business and finally BE TOLD to leave her alone. All part of his gross out fetish, where he (as I have mentioned) DEFIES you to confront him on it!! He was FASCINATED with the thin walls and “dueling flatulence” of the girl next door in Paris, alá “Pillow Talk”,… but with farting!! He drones on about his teeth, but does nothing to get them fixed. I’d never leave the house but that’s me. I JUST DO NOT GET IT.

Not too long ago there was talk of another book - working title BESIDE MYSELF or some such shit - I believe he even met with an "agent" at some point, and of course it all came to naught, just like his stated plan to "walk the Camino" again....and now he "works" in coffee shops and random corners of theaters and museums. No more talk of working on a book, much less walking the Camino.

The loneliness must be overpowering at times, but he would never admit it. All the grifted theater and ballet seats he wrangles are no match for what must be a very lonely existence. That is why he takes all those selfies - to prove he's still there. It would be very sad if it wasn't so PHONY and PRETENTIOUS.

I would want wealthy brother to get my teeth fixed and buy me a modest condo, no pets.

Fuck hanging around Euro coffee shops pretending to write and all the rest of his folly.

I get the sense he cannot bear to be alone.

Normal, r150 if unhealthy behavior. But sneaking photos of much younger men and posting the images on your social media profile isn't normal or healthy.

R151. Agree! It’s a good way to get thrown down the stairs of the Metro…

I've said it before and I will say it again. He is the Janice Soprano of Forest, Mississippi.

Went to the wrong cinema for one of his film festival movies. Old dumbass. He's back to wearing a trucker hat.

This morning, in one of his classic run on sentences, he admits to a "patina of loneliness" in his life, but then is quick to add how he's so grateful, blah blah blah....claims he's having "a late lunch/early dinner with friends" - who I doubt we will actually see - today.

"Would you call Janie Clarkson and tell her I can't possibly see her for lunch today?"

What “friends”?

Also, for someone who seeks being "connected," why does The Bav rarely respond to his FB fans, and when he does, it's often snarky or snappish?

Good point, R158. Intensely unlikable.

I was thinking the same thing, R157. When the namedropping occurs, there's always a photo. When the random strangers are pestered and bothered, there's always a photo. But the vague "friends" never get a name check nor a photo. Perhaps these "friends" are people he hasn't met (pestered) yet but he'll be so glad to have met them and subsequently bored them with his pilgrimage or shoulder story, that they'll be considered such. His modus operandi is as predictable as death and taxes -- or, in his case, owing taxes.

Can someone explain to me who is taking all these pictures of him and why are they never mentioned or given any photo credit?

"Another full day in this life that feels so much like home now I can even feel a bit lonely since although I find a sense of normalcy and comfort in my solitary existence at times the walls within the walled-off construct can have a patina of loneliness to them."

WHAT?

R162 reads like Sarah “word salad” Palin trying to sound deep.

Her dinner with friends was with Ned's mother. We haven't had much mention of Ned but I think he's been one of the 'friends' he has been taking to the cinema/theatre.

That landlady Suzanne has an okay voice, but that pianist is really terrific in that short clip!

I think she’s terrible

I agree, R166. Unpleasant. Loved the piano player though who steals the show.

I hope Ned sits a seat apart from The Bav at the cinema!

I’m shocked that Ned’s mother would let Ned anywhere near the Bav after what the Bav revealed to her about not turning down Ned’s advance if one was made.

Ned might be smarter than we give her credit for -- if some curmudgeon was offering me tickets to shows I'd gladly lead a geezer on, withholding sex all the while.

#161 has posted twenty times on this thread. More proof that it's mostly Kevin's discards who flock here to vent their resentment.

R171, don't cast the first stone. R161 might have posted here a few times, but you posted a bizarre Palestine/Israeli rape porn video in the linked thread as reply 34.

What does that say about you?

I'm sure that's not proof of anything, of course.

Just leave the thread, please.

[quote] Kevin's discards

Just like the cats.

R171 hi Kev!

FF R171 the clueless bitch.

r171 is not KS, ffs.

F&F r171, for sure, but for posting rape porn in a thread regarding war atrocities (see r172).

It's completely insane for a poster to bitch about us while also doing that. R176 is right. That poster is clueless.

Carry on!

If somebody else was stealing and using his words he would be livid. And yet he shamelessly uses other people's photographs without even the decency to credit them (see, for example, his Mid-East masterpiece). It's unprofessional and just plain bad manners.

I'm so confused. What is this all about? Do I even want to know? Maybe not. I CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!

The rolled up jeans. Does he think he's Fran Lebowitz?

The way he writes makes me want to kick him in the cunt

Please read his post about being on Tinder. Please. It is ripe for lampooning.

R182 I love how his wacky landlady commented on the post that she also had her account suspended on Tinder. What are these two old goats up to anyway?

A post that featured three of his fall-back words: narrative, grace, limn.

The "young friend" was obvious Ned. And his sadness is compounded by the fact that he didn't want Ned to help him get on Tinder, he wanted him to be his London romance. That narrative was not to be. Onward.

Also... "beknighted"?

“I’m great with sentences, paragraphs and taking photos with my phone…”

Not so fast, Bavster. Not so fast.

Did you mean to search for: Benighted?

Yet “beknight” and its adjectival form, “beknighted,” is too often used when “benight/benighted” is meant. Someone who is “benighted” is being overwhelmed with obstacles, grief, something. Someone who is “beknighted” is being hailed for doing good or some service. One is negative, the other positive.

Our young friend deftly deflects the amorous advances of an aged meth-head by limning a lovelorn plea for pleasure onward in the online realms.

Ewww, he is such a troll. He’s obviously horny and wants Ned (to top him) but is slowly realizing that no one will ever fuck him again (for free). I’m not even sure an escort would go there once they smell his breath and ass. Something tells me this bitch doesn’t douche properly or at all.

She's putting on her 'Cinderella garb for a screening and cocktail party' in Soho.

Who's taking bets?

The Velvet Double Breasted suit jacket, white shirt with the pink Chanel tie and of course his cleanest pair of rolled up jeans.

That's a trick answer R190. He has no clean pair of rolled up jeans.

As correctly noted above, old Liverlips is now feeling lonely and now wants romance - which he defines as wanting to stick his hand down some dude's pants to squeeze his bare ass (and then no doubt smell his fingers) as the curtain rises at the ballet. Lovely.

And as retch inducing as this is, it is nothing compared to the responses it generates, where some of the devoted (many of whom need to be 5150d today!) hop on the misery train to assure him he is brilliant, gorgeous, sexy, magnificent, and quite the catch. (Aunt Betsy B has been conspicuously MIA for awhile now...) The whole thing is NAUSEATING.

Maybe he'll have better luck in Tangiers!

And we never learned what became of the two boxes of clothing that never arrived (probably stored unopened in Doctor Brother's garage) so there is no telling what kind of thrift store getup will comprise his "Cinderella garb"...gag, gag, gag....

I bet she never finished that Tennessee Williams biography by John Lahr. You know how I know? She would have posted about having done so.

The daft thing is... He's mid (to late) 60s, he's well hung (self documented, but it is believable), he's not (despite what people say here) in terrible shape. Which means that London is an ideal place for him when it comes to dating. If he were to go to Comptons on Old Compton Street any night of the week he could meet someone. The bigger problem is, of course, that Comptons is full of people who are Of The Herd. They are not D. Geffen or D. Furnish or Fame Adjacent. They are regular people. He could find a nice person there but my hunch is that he wants either a pretty twink OR a celebrity sidekick. Good luck, Two Honeys.

He wants Ned’s cock firmly lodged in his ass.

He is 67. He is poz. He is homeless; despite being a self described "pilgrim", he does not own a stick of furniture or his own bedding. He has no real job, other than his own Substack and a few nebulous "assignments." No regular income. $40K in debt to the US Internal Revenue Service. A wardrobe consisting of thrift store clothing, many of which are women's. And a mouthful of teeth that look like crushed gravel.

Any takers?

R197 And honestly, I just think he would be an exhausting person to be in a relationship. with The hygiene issues alone would rule him out for most people, but imagine listening to him blather on about "The Light," and how "Everything Connects" 24/7.

And let's not overlook the long history of serious addiction.

Dating the Bav is LAFFABLE. Sure, he wants to digitally diddle someone’s shithole and smell his fingers…his is so stretched out and crusty! OF COURSE he wants someone to slide into his BM’S….what scat queen doesn’t?? Allegedly. The yearning for Ned is pathetic…I bet he’s stolen Ned’s underwear for a night of perverted panty sniffing. Masturbating to his own release. PS. Zoom in on the bav’s eyeglasses, THEY ARE ENCRUSTED with crap. Fingerprints, eyebrow dandruff. I’m GAGGING.

R200 The fucking filthy glasses have been my ongoing pet peeve. For someone who is so particular about the goofy-ass goggles he wears, you'd think he'd take 60 seconds out of his day to clean them.

R195 Bav in Comptons! Hahaha that could be on pay per view. Love him to try and get photos with some butch mid 50s queen. "Fack off mate..." . I'm surprised he talked about setting up a Tinder profile...and not a Grindr one (that would be too much for the frauen). If he did the latter he would have no problem finding lots of men of a similar vintage wiling to GET FUCKED RIGHT NOW. Alas, quite a lot of them are more HnH than HRH and we know how particular our Bav is about sobriety (even though he admitted to the temptation in Smalltown Hudson to use for the 'great sex'). Of course the reality is that he would never get with a guy over 40. He leers and surreptitiously photographs young guys he fancies and he now has Ned who seems to think he might be able to do something for his dreadful acting career. Bav feels he is cutting Ned from the herd. And in the tried and tested manner he wishes to subject him to the rite of passage (allegedly) for those cut from the herd. To lick the winnets out of his crusty shit hole.

He can pretend to dazzle young impressionable boys with his 'I interviewed all these stars' (20 years ago), I grew up in the AIDS crisis (and was a CUNT at every ActUp meeting he went to), I used to go to the Oscars, Elton John invited me to his house for dinner once etc. Etc. If he was with a guy of his own age they'd have the wisdom to see through his narcissistic bullshit and his batshit crazy eye roll inducing pretentiousness. But most of all, they would soon realise that, this fucker is costing me money and sorry but if I'm over 50 and want a relationship where I have to keep someone, I'd prefer a 25 year old gym bunny than this Uncle Fester grifting clown.

R202. Did you ever know that your my hero?

Comment on the Tinder post:

Erica Altes Cole: "I am a woman about your age. I do think some men are old and some are delightful to be around. Full of adventure. Please know there are wonderful women that would love to get to know you."

Oh Erica, pull your strap on so he can get PEGGED RIGHT NOW

[quote] Erica Altes Cole: "I am a woman about your age. I do think some men are old and some are delightful to be around. Full of adventure. Please know there are wonderful women that would love to get to know you."

As a positive, he would double his wardrobe.

In the Bav's latest post, he is heading to Bath (the city, not to take one), and can't be bothered to know which composer Brian Cox is playing in a new play. The Bav says Beethoven, when in reality, it's Bach as a reader points out. So cultured, so discerning, so worldly.

Bav did let us know he enjoyed the fumes in the Starbucks public toilet this morning en route to Bath 😂

He's crying at a tree now. Pathetic homeless grifter. He weeps more than John Boehner. He should go to Northern England. They'd have a field day with him.

This fucking 'even when there is no light there is light' is his new mantra...while taking pictures of 'the light'. He sounds demented.

I want some one to ask him who took the tree picture.

I'd like to think the smeared, smudged quality of most of the photos is a deliberate veil of Vaseline, the way they used to photograph aging ingenues in the 30s and 40s.

Alas, I'm sure it boils down to: 1. General slovenliness and lack of hygiene, resulting in an overall greasiness that smears itself on everything the Bav touches and 2. Lack of funds and lack of will to get new bifocal lenses in those fuckin M+G frames he keeps going on about. Result: He's half-blind. And of course, he won't spring for a £3 pair of cheaters from Boots. The indignity! Drugstore readers are for the plebs, not for those who were Cut From the Herd!

I shouldn't complain. The oleaginous film is probably sparing us from many unsavory details.

Exactly, R212. Likewise all those shafts and rays and glints of light, blue and otherwise, owe to a phone camera lens encrusted with more grease and grime than the filthiest hairy dildo forgotten under a dusty bed.

BOY, SOMEONE MUST OF REALLY TAKEN AN ESPECIALLY SMELLY CRAP RIGHT BEFORE THE BAV WALKED IN!!!

“Is it a grandly simple life or a simply grand one? I do know that after waking in my little room and having porridge at Starbucks on my way here - and utilizing its bathroom - I did whisper to myself on the Bakerloo tube line, “thank you for my life”.

Who knew smelling others bowel movements was so life affirming!!….he did it in Hudson, in NYC, now London….(he only smelled farts in France…and they were female. So that doesn’t really count.) The “Bruce Weber of BM’s” is back and better than ever!! Peeee EWWWWWWW!!💩👃🏽

lol.

R207 he must have edited that post because there is no reference to Beethoven. But he notes that he always listens to Bach when he writes.

He reads this thread. You can tell.

Yeah I think he’d do better with the whole relationship thing if he had a job and a permanent place to stay. How are you gonna find a boyfriend when you have to leave the country in 6 weeks to avoid the tax liens or because your visa is up?

🤣🤣🤣 R214!

The old flatulent granny with pants so encrusted they could stand the test of time--literally stand, by themselves--is a five-digit-in-IRS-debt loser on a Blanche du Bois trajectory--without any boys or Brando to rape her, without music, just a grifter with a shitsack and expensive eyeglass frames.

You can't think he's even half serious about wanting a relationship? I think horniness has been mistaken for "wanting to settle down" with a boyfriend.

Who do you think is going to hire this 68-year-old methhead geezer whose work ethic is discussing, ad nauseum, his days on the Vanity Fair merry-go-round (a ride that ended abruptly 20 fucking years ago!) and who has been in short order from every sweetheart job that has since been placed in his lap?

How is he going to land an apartment lease in a climate that demands more evidence of income stream and financial solvency than ever in the past?

AirBnB agreements and 6-months allowed in the UK and 3-months allowed in France...it's staying in motion that allows him the illusion of staying afloat. He's never going to land a cushy job to pay of his tax debt and land home in a long-term rental situation. It's unfucking likely to happen. And what would he have to look forward to if he cleared his debts and found a permanent home via some housing assistance program. He doesn't want some 68 year old drug addict with a falling apart.body and mouth and addled brain to snuggle in with, he wants what he will never land: a hot young thing with the trajectory of a stat before him. He wants someone "cut from the herd," the sort for whom gossip columns exist. Where does this old penniless stinker with no social currency fit in that scheme?

He keeps moving to create the.illusion of going somewhere, of being someone, of being part of something...none of which is.remotely true.

She hopes to drift until she's no more.

Drifting...grifting...the light...blah-blah...fart...

R219 IM HOWLING!!😂😂😂

R220 Truer words were never spoken. If this cunt had half a brain, he would have taken that senior housing apt in Hudson, kept his head down, and wrote the occasional article in “Modern Mountain Woman” magazine or whatever that stupid rag no one reads is. BUT NO. He had to get all grand, and parade his meth mouth all over creation….crusty jeans, musty sweaters, greasy glasses, and that herpes lipped, bemused, “Mona Lisa” half smile. EW. She simply didn’t know when to hang it up….so the grift continues. This ain’t gonna end well…but then again, we all knew that.

Did she sell her meager collection of midcentury furniture and middling art collection? Is she "at liberty" from all thematerial possessions she once owned? She was always so proud of her stuff.

R223 I tried to read the article he wrote for "Modern Mountain Woman" the other day and it was basically several paragraphs cut and pasted from interviews he did during his glory days at VF. He heard everyone talking about Madonna's London show, so he had to dredge up an article about her from 1990 to seem relevant. I think the other interview was with Barbra Streisand, written in 1991, so a tad more recent. I'm not a writer, but aren't their copyright issues involved in just reprinting shit in one publication that you wrote for another? Then again, his stuff is so fucking old it's probably in the public domain now.

"herpes lipped, bemused, “Mona Lisa” half smile."

😂😂😂

I would just love for once he opened his mouth and revealed what was in there. The frauen would leave in droves.

He really should ask Doctor Brother if he can stay in the studio/gallery and get a job answering calls at the hospital in Mississippi for $40k a year plus healthcare. He could still write for Appalachia Monthly or whatever the fuck it's called, in the evenings. He could go on his vacations to London and Paris for like 3 weeks a year. But alas, no. The grim pill age calls and the convenient deluded bubble he lives in continues and anyone who might actually try and do him a favour with some good advice is told to 'bless your heart'.

Cunt.

He who laughs first ends up like her.

And we get the last laugh.

😂😂😂

And boy, does she provide hours of entertainment!

As a VF "writer," she had all the shallowness and none of the ability.

He’s such a hopeless, pathetic junkie…he rhapsodized about the “hot sex” he’d have if he did meth a WEEK AND A HALF AGO.. A 67 year old queen with rotten teeth and a host of issues still can’t stop thinking about the drug that left him the laughingstock of the literary world. “Cut from the heard” indeed. 😂😂

The light needs to get fucked. Right. Now. Everything infects, not erects.

His latest post is absolute word salad and somewhat schizoid. :

"Perpetrator and victim. Perpetrator or victim. An and needs distance; an or is lacking it. An and is seen from afar. An or is an on-the-ground kind of word. Three letters or just two in words that seek to justify the words that surround them or more deeply understand them. Language hinges on its hinges. Justify or understand? The wider world depends on two of its smallest words but first the or must be addressed before the and can arrive. The diplomacy of language. Yet where is its anguish? Anguish has no room left for letters and words. It doesn't speak. It only feels. "There are no words" are the words used.

But in my life there always must be. Hope finally is word.

I type it here:

hope."

R232 I think it means he missed his deadline for his cover story for Modern Mountain Woman Magazine and he's having a psychotic break.

The fraus are in awe - Bav bothered a magazine seller by insisting he pose for a pic while pointing out he, la Bav, is actually in one of the publications on sale! Pathetic

The magazine seller looked fucking delighted

Yes r233 how typical of our bridge-burning Bav - he’d rather piss about Bath regaling randos with tales of being a star WRITER than sit his arse down and finish a cover story that some deluded queen generously commissioned him to write.

A story that could have been turned in a week ago since he’s doing fuck all else - and especially not dear Ned.

What an absolute cunt.

She actually slipped up awhile back and posted a photo with lips slightly parted!! (it was about a week or 10 days ago, but I didn't feel like searching for it).

But think crushed gravel, GRAY crushed gravel.

"the Press person has given me a prime seat - tonight G15 - dead center" -- is it really so easy to get press tickets? He doesn't do reviews, he just updates his social media that he went to the theatre, and yet he rakes in many hundreds of quids worth of tickets on each trip to small town London town. How does he do it?

Luxurious blowjobs, R238. Luxurious blowjobs.

R239. Yes! Luxurious blowjobs where the shaft of your penis is repeatedly scraped by broken gray-green gravel teeth, and the smell of pus and decaying spinach plop waft toward your nostrils with each bob of his liverspotted chrome dome….watch in awe as he tweaks and flicks his own distended nipples with the ferocity only a meth becrazed cunt could! TALK ABOUT “HOT SEX”!!!! 😂

R240 was this guy known to Bav?

[quote] your penis is repeatedly scraped by broken gray-green gravel teeth

[quote] the smell of pus and decaying spinach plop waft toward your nostrils with each bob of his liverspotted chrome dome

🤣 🤣 🤣 R240!!!

That is absolutely the reason that blown-out old cunt NEVER shows his teeth. People would be AGHAST, they would vomit in his face!

Taking pictures of young men again and posting them on Facebook. Total creep

R240, posts like this keep me coming back to this benighted forum. The first belly laugh I've had all day. Please never stop.

Eunice Igel Simon is a DLer

R246 Apparently he edited his response to add some of that southern charm of his.

It looks like he edited it twice. Once to add the "being nice" comment, and last to call her a schmuck), since she accused him of being a "schnorer".

Eunice looks like another Betsy. An older woman who has no time for his nonsense.

I wonder why he didn't "bless her heart"? Does he lose his Southern-ness in old Blighty?

Go, Eunice!

His schmuck comment has been deleted?

It proves what a mean-girl cunt he is just underneath the surface of all his "go toward the light" and "grateful" and "paying it forward." The only paying forward he's capable of is, in fact, cuntery. A nasty fucking bitch and always has been.

I love how he says "I'm being nice"--right before he says something cunty. He's a real Trumper in his temperament.

Notice how he never answered her question: does he ever actually WRITE about the shows he gets free tickets to? Because NO, HE DOESN'T. Ms. Simon is spot-on in nailing this grifting CUNT.

I can't forget that one video where he he is holding one of his olive oil cakes while coughing, spitting and touching it. Wouldn't be a problem- except he was planning to share it with strangers.

There was supposedly this exchange from a man who met him in Fire Island years ago:

[italic][KS:] "Did we have sex?" I asked him.

[Fire Island Man:] "No," he said, smiling.

I was about to ask him if we were, but then I realized for the first time really that sex is not a question because it is not an answer.[/italic]

Is he saying that he almost asked someone that he hadn't seen in years if they were going to have sex after not having it in Fire Island?

I couldn't believe that exchange, R254, nor could i believe he would trot it out as a funny anecdote on social media. And yes, I think that (even though it's badly written as ever) he is saying that he was about to ask if they were going to have sex. Agony.

He's every disgusting old greasy geezer who ever followed a younger, better looking man into a men's room and sidled up to leer over the urinal and smack his lips and talk about what he hoped would happen next as though it were an inevitability.

The kind of ugly motherfucker who, when you say, "no, we're never going to have 'fun' together, it's not going to happen, ever," smirks and tells you about his car, or his vacation house, or how important he thinks he is (or was), or how 'wild' the sex would be.

He's exactly that kind who understands fully how skim are his prospects but who presses on because that's as close to pleasure as he will get, a disgusting ugly troll whose only pleasure is grossing out his woukd-be prey.

Please every orifice he has is totally putrid. Not even the most desperate strung out London rent boy would go near that. A luxurious blowjob from Fester would most likely result in a trip to the ER for necrotising fasciitas of the penis where you'd end up saying goodbye to your winkle.

There is no way on EARTH he pays for every ticket he grifts!

I think that through this thread (whether he himself was trolling it or one of those freaks who occasionally comes here to defend him and say that we’re all “obsessed) he has learned that we are onto his “press tickets” grift. Notice how he has stopped mentioning that he’s getting into all these places for free. The truth is is that he is NOT press and does not review any show or movie that he sees for free.

It was very telling to me that he didn’t answer the other part of Eunice’s comment. Where are the reviews? Posting a grotesque picture of him wearing women’s clothing and doing a facsimile of a smile through his aubergine-colored liver lips is not a review.

If you’re here again, Bav, please know that I think you’re a fetid troll.

He went to "Press Night" for opening night of DEAR ENGLAND, where he states the "Press person" gave him a "prime seat - G15 - dead center."

I think he has the National Theatre bamboozled.

The only reviews he does of his shows is about his outrage when he's seated next to a fat whore, easily finds another seat, yet still has to write an hysterical, unhinged, alliterative screed about it for the frauen.

He’s the biggest piece of shit cunt to ever live. A gross out queen and making people sick turns him on. LORD KNOWS what she was like on meth! Any tweaker I knew of was INSUFFERABLE with their non-stop junkie bullshit (YEARS spent in SF). You just *know* he was the sloppiest of bottoms…salivating, licking his purple liver lips, bugged out eyes rolling around like the cookie monsters…..

Ok, I'll apologize for this in advance, because this might be an unpopular suggestion. I've wanted to say this for a long time.

KS is disgusting enough on his own. I don't need to be grossed out by him *and* the even grosser, graphic, detailed imagined scenarios here. I don't see how it's any better than what KS is doing. That may be one of the reasons these threads keep getting deleted.

Could we maybe dial back a little on that and the CAPITAL LETTERS?

Pretty please? I'm not trying to be a thread monitor and won't post about this again, but he provides us plenty of gross out material on his own.

R263 I'm not the capital letter poster but I LOVE HIM. I'm pretty sure he coined the term "Ali Magraw scrubbo me draws." If we were to hold an election today for Speaker of the House of Bav he'd get my vote.

R264 THANK YOU VERY MUCH!! I feel seen! 🤪

R263 your ideas intrigue me, and I plan to subscribe to your newsletter! 😂

The more lurid, unseemly satire the better.

R262 do you think Bav wore her English riding helmet when she was tweaking on meth and...y'know, riding?

Could she be using?

"Small-town London. On this dreary soggy rainy Saturday I remembered last Sunday when I was walking to Chelsea from Soho after seeing a film about simultaneous time and healing set in Mississippi as my last screening to attend at the London Film Festival. This was the exact moment that it dawned on me that my love and acknowledgment and melding with Blue Light and the unseen seam and seem within the seen natural world began when I was born in a little town called Forest. “You were a blue baby,” my grandmother often told me. “We thought you were born dead. I ran down the hallway in the hospital crying and then I heard your cries too. . A life had entered you after you entered this life. You were reborn, not just born.” That blue baby narrative is one I had not thought about in years. “You were a blue baby,” my grandmother would say when I would catch her contemplating my strangeness, my queer presence even as a child. “You were a blue baby.” It all began to make sense at this very moment as this blue light broke through when I had this thought - I was a blue baby born anew in a Forest - and thought as well to stop and record all that was around me at this very moment - the time, the day, the date, the light that suddenly broke through the clouds, the word in the doorway where I stopped at the exact moment of the epiphany. Forest. A blue baby. Forest. My initial self in all my simultaneous selves. Everything connects. Onward…"

Sounds like dementia or our Bav has a stock of strong opioids prescribed for his blessed broken shoulder?

I like blue light.

His writing sounds like he goes over and over what he's written, using a thesaurus and over-stuffing sentences with prosey descriptions- to make it all sound more literary and "classic". He wants to be Tennessee Capote-McCullers.

If only Bav had been navy instead of periwinkle.

We would all be spared so much.

Now she was a “blue baby”. Wonderful. Next she’ll realize “the light” has given her “the gift”, and she’ll wander thru the crowd healing humans and animals alike. 🙄

"I was in [insert cafe X] and they were playing [insert music Y] and so I had to show them that I once met [insert celebrity Z] and in return they let me take their picture. The Light is [insert colour] and everything [you can guess the rest]."

R273 she got the gift of HIV when she was strung out on meth.

I wish he would follow his own Mississippi affectation to 'Shut Yo Mouth'

He’ll “suddenly remember” grandma going on about his birth caul and then we’re off to the races R273

The post about Courtney Love is honestly pathetic. I can just see this old geezer slithering up to the counter and sputtering to the barista to look at his phone. "I used to be somebody!"

He’d claim to be the real life inspiration for Dill in “To Kill A Mockingbird” if George Santos hadn’t beaten him to it.

[quote]"I was in [insert cafe X] and they were playing [insert music Y] and so I had to show them that I once met [insert celebrity Z] and in return they let me take their picture. The Light is [insert colour] and everything [you can guess the rest]."[/quote]

R274 has given us the framework for the worst Mad Libs ever. Meth Libs.

The light the light the light. Fucking Thomas Kinkade eat your heart out.

His syntax is appalling. Blah blah blah, “then this person asked me if I WERE who I AM.” Fucking idiot.

[quote]The unmusical un-mantra-like hum of helicopters hovered overhead, their blades a blur of alarm without quite sounding one. I felt I was being watched even as I was only watching it all. The world is toying with us lowly humans lowing like cattle in our lowness, cuds of revenge and justifications in our separate herds of jaws. As I walked on the two toylike guards grew ever smaller. As did the serenity in its faux feeble finery …

....what?

Faux feeble finery? What? Exactly.

He was at Andrew Scott’s birthday and last performance of Vanya in case you didn’t get that in four posts.

His writing is so shit. How in the fuck did he have a 'career' as a writer.

He sounds like Thomas Wolfe shat him out.

R264 and R265, add me to the list of those who LOVE the capital letters as well. They are HILARIOUS. Please KEEP THEM COMING!

So yet more utter fuckery. Bav managed to score a coveted ticket to Andrew Scott’s last performance in Vanya, lucky old grifter. However, he cannot pass up a free meal with a divine friend and is such a fucking idiot doesn’t a. check curtain time or b. Download e ticket in advance. Hell, he could have done it over the free appetisers!

Cue arrival at theatre and a full Bav meltdown where a security guard had to warn him about his language and behaviour. Fear not, everything connects as brave Bav grabs the black security guard afterward for a blurry snap. Guess that’s his review of the show, then. Cunt.

Yet again she almost missed the Vanya show because she misread the starting time. That paper diary/organiser isn't working so well

"cuds of revenge?!!"

"CUDS of REVENGE??!!"

Cuds from the herd

I’m sorry, the entire “e-ticket drama” is a bit too Mr. Magooey for me. The locking himself out of his phone, the mini tantrum, saying “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” over and over, & being talked off the ledge by a magical black person named Ephram…finally getting it together with seconds to spare!! It’s all too phantasmagorical to be believed. But because he’s actually extremely stupid, I do!! He “made amends” with Ephram when the show was over. “Yep, doing the 10th step at a play on the West End!”…🙄

THEN HE LED EPHRAM TO THE MENS LOO, HIS “SAFE SPACE”, AND TREATED EPHRAM TO A VIGOROUS SESSION OF RIMMING, INCLUDING A RUSTY TROMBONE!! WHILE HE WAS “MID-RIM”, HE REMEMBERED HIS ARTIST-DOCTOR BROTHER TOOK TROMBONE IN JUNIOR HIGH!! HE BEGAN TO MASTURBATE FEVERISHLY, REALIZING “EVERYTHING DOES CONNECTK!!” “ON WARD!!”

I tried, folks, I really did. I started off calm, but the caps took over. Bear with me, Rome wasn’t built in a day! I’m only human…

Nevr give up your all-caps way of expressing yourself, R291.

R292. Thank you. I love your message of support. Maybe I’m old school, but I live by the needlepoint pillow that Elsie De Wolfe had … “NEVER COMPLAIN, NEVER EXPLAIN”. 🤪

He walked past a taxi that had Visit Mississippi on it.

Can't make this shit up. Everything Cunt Necks

R291 That was beautiful.

Even his chicken piccata looks like spinach plops.

🎵Plop! in the name of love…🎶

He's lucky Ephraim didn't call security and have him carted off for repeatedly yelling F bombs in a crowded theater!

Is Reading Gaol still open?

Ephraim, let me go. Although everything connects, I’m ready for something to connect…to my pussy.

Carrying on in the lobby of the National Theatre, dropping f-bombs--the veritable picture of The Ugly American.

What a piece of white trash she is.

"I have a confession to make. I really like Taylor Swift but I have never listened to a Taylor Swift song - not knowingly, at least."

For the love of god just shut up. You do not need to give us your uninformed opinion on every name and place you see in the news, despite knowing nothing about them.

He sees Taylor Swift is getting a lot of buzz, so wants to signal that he is hip and relevant by saying he knows who she is and that likes her. But because she sings pop music, he wants to make sure you know that he has has such rarified, high-falutin taste that his precious ears have never heard even a note of her common-as-dirt voice. Which he has never heard. Not even once. Not knowingly. Not even 'You Belong with Me,' which I'm pretty sure the Sentinelese, the most isolated tribe on earth, have been unable to avoid.

He is such a pretentious, incurious fuck.

His IG now sports a photo of some luckless wight who sat down at his cafe table, and the lens is so blurry and filthy he must have used it to blot the grease from his Cho Alin burger.

You're missing the real story, R302. It's quite fantastic. The bloke who sat down opposite him did not mention to KS that he is a Very Famous Actor, and did not give him his real name. KS then wrote it up as "This man sat opposite me as I worked in-the-zone on my latest masterpiece." He posted it, and then people pointed out that this was, in fact, A Celeb, which we know Two Honeys lives for. Thereupon he edited his Facebook and Instagram posts to imply that he knew who it was all along. (Much like last week when he said he was seeing a play about Beethoven, and someone corrected him that it was Bach, and again he quickly edited to say how much he really likes Bach). How upsetting for him to be so close to fame, and to have not forced his table-mate into a grinning selfie.

SEVEN edits on that one, r303!

The jury is out on whether it really was, in fact, the Very Famous Actor.

The resemblance is startling, though.

Oh he’s so fucking pathetic. I want to fucking puke.

I don't think it's the famous actor she and her frauen think it is. However the fact it might have been and she missed it is quite enjoyable.

It wasn't him.

Meanwhile I am still nauseous after slogging through that Sondheim post - Jesus CHRIST, that is some bad writing! It should be held up in every high school and college writing class as an example of every hideous mistake a so called "writer" can make....the "cuds of those justifications...!" What is it with him and CUDS??!!

And again, with the books propped up against the pillows....pathetic, all of it.

Swanning about with that TERRIBLE breath!

Yes it wasn’t him and the guy looks rightfully annoyed at the invasion of privacy.

Meanwhile, Bav is BEREFT one of his favourite spots for staring at young bar staff and slobbering over them has been suddenly shuttered.

R307 I couldn’t get past the first sentence with three uses of the word cudgel. FFS Does the batshit landlady have a Word of the Day calendar in her kitchen?

And the guy Bav is pretending is a famous actor supposedly told Bav he was "working too hard." As if that lazy, sputtering bitch has ever worked a day in his freakish, slovenly life.

A certain class of Brit is unlikely to come right out and insult someone they think is a pest, or beneath them. The Bav's own description of the conversation made it pretty clear that his tablemate was unimpressed with him and his performative laptop-jockeying. There was really nothing friendly about the exchange but of course it's more evidence of blue light, everything cunt-necks, On, Ward!, and all that.

I sometimes wonder how deeply his level of self deception goes, of whether he has any type of insight AT ALL. When I am lying in bed on Sunday nights, for example, I often ruminate about various aspects of my present life, whether it's about recent events, past or present encounters with others, long or short term goals, even things like household projects, financial issues (planning for end of year taxes right about now), my overall health, and so on. I feel that I am capable of taking an honest look at myself and every aspect of my life without any embellishment or self delusion - and am happy and content (at least for now!) I've always been a planner and a saver, and in reasonably good health, so 99% of the time I feel lucky and grateful for my life.

But THIS clown...! Has he NO insight or self assessment skills whatsoever?? "My life of culture..." REALLY? I always get the sense that just under that stupid "pilgrim" facade, he is lonely, anxious, fearful and despairing. He says as much in that overblown Sondheim post.

When he moves those books off his pillow at night, I wonder what his REAL thoughts are actually like...

R313 I truly believe he is so utterly deluded by his own narcissism that the reality that everyone can see but him does not even enter his mind.

The grim pill age is a geographic change to help him not face reality. Similarly, all the performative writing in cafes for hours on end. He has a perfectly nice home base in which he could work, but it's all a pose he likes to strike. He needs people to see him, to reassure himself that he is A Great Writer. I am in awe of the amount of energy he is burning up to keep the illusion going. The abundance of press tickets is, for him, affirmation that he is a leading cultural figure. Talk of the third memoir seems to have stopped. It will all end in tears.

[quote]Talk of the third memoir seems to have stopped. It will all end in tears.

After The Great Fall, he posted from NYC a photo of his literary agent with whom he was going to dinner to discuss such matters.

The pained look of the agent's face --the.look of a man who would rather have been anywhere else-- said it all.

"So, Kev, baby, we loved your first book, loved it, the one with the murder, and the dead parents, and the sex with the famous black athlete, and that Eudora Welty broad, and all that gothic small town Mississippi stuff, loved it! And then the second book, loved that too... You did a long walk, you did a lot of drugs, you met Madonna, Harry Potter... I still think it could be a movie – I'm thinking Jason Watkins, John Bird – what's the third book about? Lay it on me, baby."

"I fell down some stairs."

"While having sex with a famous black athlete? Or in a drug haze? Or maybe Eudora Welty pushed you?"

"No, I was in Paris. On a pilgrimage. I want a six-figure advance -- in quidses -- and ask Graydon and Tina for blurbs."

R317 and Barry Diller is going to pay for the launch at Indochine and will fuck me in the toilet.

How does one work at a laptop "too hard"?

Was he groaning in pain as he pounded the keys with a sledgehammer? Was he sighing deeply and muttering..."No...no...the word 'fitful' is the perfect one!" under his breath?

“Out, out damn cudgel!”

What the fuck is going on with her mouth? Has she Bell's Palsy? Has his jaw collapsed from lack of teeth?

I refuse to pay for his first two books, only to discover neither Libby public library account has them in stock.

You're not missing a thing, R322-

R321 that is his attempt at a smile. But for sure there is a lot of bone loss happening in his mouth.

She's back screaming Brava at the curtain call for Sunset Boulevard like some demented old coot. Her review : "You go to Jamie Lloyd production to see how he has put his singular directorial stamp on it. It is both stripped down yet deeply theatrical. You are aware of the beats in his direction and how they are strung together with the naturalism he demands for their connective tissue. The artifice is unfussy stringent. Steely. And yet somehow he finds its soul."

BLABLABLA everything Cunt Necks.

Unfussy stringent

R325. Isn’t it hysterical how he can write so many words, yet really say NOTHING?! This is the one skill set he seems to have mastered. Be a massive windbag, say nothing, and then sit e’er so satisfied, with a quizzically bemused smirk on your ugly toad face. Where I’m from, we call this “a piece of shit”. He may have had the alcoholic queens in Hudson fooled for a spell…but when he decided to take his shitshow on the road, it all began to fall apart. That pic of his crumbling face tells the tail. Wouldn’t you be so concerned about your face caving in that you’d DO SOMETHING??? Isn’t members of his family medical or dental professionals?? Did he burn everyone so badly that no one cares???

We want answers.

He has both a niece and a nephew who are dentists. But they're both children of the doctor artist brother so have probably been told to strictly avoid Uncle Bav because they'd end up cajoled into giving him about $15k in free dental work. They would be added to the list of people who he 'pays forward'. I wonder how that washes with the IRS?

"I know I owe you all $40k....but instead of paying that back I'm paying it forward with some cat cake that I hand out to strangers. Mostly young men I would like to give my other cake to but....it's paying it forward!"

And yes R327 his word salad incomprehensible concoctions of clauses are pretentious meaningless bullshit.

People actually paid money to read things he wrote? Some people still do by subscribing to his Shitstack? The mind boggles.

R313 We will never know what a deluded narcissist really thinks about him or herself. Usually that actions indicate some self hatred and sabotage mixed in with the folie de grandeur.

His 1.5 years of this nonsense is deeply self-sabotaging, from an onlooker's perspective. I don't think he'll make it to 70.

R330 an astute reader called it many months ago, and it stuck with me…

“Suicide in Paris”…

Now, I don’t want ANYONE to off themselves…but it sure would be a dramatic end to a grim pillage that went nowhere and taught us nothing… (except save those Pennies, gals!)

Gustav Von Sessumbach.....leering over young men. Our particular Tadzio going by the name of Ned. Von Sessumbach longs for the youth to FUCK HIM RIGHT NOW. Alas, no.

He returns nightly to his bedsit in Kilburn to jerk off in his filthy jeans calling out Ned's name. But rather than fulfil Von Sessumbach's fantasy, Ned unintentionally hurts the pilgrim by telling him to set up a Tinder account where after a few swipes on profiles of men half his age he comes away empty handed and empty mouthed.

He has to accept he's a toothless, homeless, hairless, penniless, talentless aged grifter who bears more than a passing resemblance to Uncle Fester mixed with Mr Magoo. Von Sessumbach tears up but then looks at the hundreds of adoring frauen on his social media...see I've got friends, I'm not lonely, I'm not bereft of the life I used to have, I'm so so happy, really I am, I can't smile but I'm truly truly happy #grateful.

So much so I make everyone I encounter take a selfie with me. I'm out there. In London. People meet me, some even know who I am. I didn't used to be a somebody....I still am right? Right?

People like me! They really like me!!!

I'm enjoying the little imaginary war he's getting into with Facebook:

"I have twice now tried to post about the new Speaker of the House and to say what I think about him but the fucking censors at Facebook want allow it and twice have threatened to suspend my account if I didn't delete the posts. So I deleted them under threat."

I remember his keyboard activism got him suspended for 24 hours in 2016. Which, considering the fact that he posts dozens of times a day, must have been brutal for him.

R334. Seeing his femmy fist thrust into the air in a “power to the people” solidarity gesture is truly sick making. We regular readers know this is a coded signal for his deep yearning to be fisted. We’ve all seen this film before. I’m sure he also feels a bit like Gloria Steinem. But she’s not into fisting as far as I know. “RESIST!!” is how he’d end many a post, trying so desperately to make “the tacky know-nothing fascist vulgarian” stick as a nickname for Cheeto. It never took, and I’d cringe and seethe every time I’d see it….(plus a massive amount of eye rolling and mocking on my part.) Look Ma, NO CAPS!

R335 And his little catchphrase wasn't entirely original. I'm old enough to remember Spy Magazine always referred to Trump as "The Short-Fingered Vulgarian." I think Bav half-remembers that and was trying to plagiarize, but he's too dumb to get it right.

Ugh that Tacky Fascist Vulgarian shit was so so tiresome. It was a shit moniker but he kept using it thinking he was oh so original and clever. I can just sense the smug satisfaction everytime he wrote it.

Cunt.

Censored and banned by Facebook....or maybe it's just their way of telling you to take a day off.

Is it just me or ...

R339 pretty sure Crispin Blunt has teeth.

Small-town London. I had to laugh and shrug it off. I'll explain. I bought a last minute 10 quid standing room ticket to see the glorious production of Clyde's at the Donmar's matinee today after its raves knowing, having looked at the seating chart before buying it, that there were empty seats upstairs where the standing room is and from experience know that they direct you to the open seats right before the lights go down. They did so today - and it was cheaper than an afternoon senior ticket to the cinema to see Nyad - which I still want to see.

So glad I saw this great production of this deeply funny and moving - and wise - play by Lynn Nottage. I'd seen it on Broadway and liked this production better over all. It was more naturalistic - less flamingly overt - without losing its mysterious undertones. Its Broadway production was the last time I saw the late Ron Cephas Jones onstage as the moral, spiritual center of the play - a role he played so well in other plays and series and in. life. The great British actor Giles Terera takes on the role here.

Anyway, I thought the show started at 2 but it began at 2:30. I had entered the Cabaret lottery for a 25 quid ticket to see Jake Shears as the Emcee since I didn't get invited to the press night recently and want to write about him in it. I had been entering the lottery since Jake entered the production. You get notified at 3:30 the day of the lottery if you win and have 30 minutes to claim the ticket or it goes to someone else. I thought I'd have time thinking the show started at 2 today but then didn't mind a 2:30 start because I didn't think I'd win the lottery anyway - yet maybe if i remembered, I'd sneak a peak at my email on my phone around 3:30 just to make sure. But the production was so absorbing - it's only a bit over 90 minutes - that I forgot about the lottery until afterward. And - damn - I actually won a ticket. But too late to claim it. I missed it by ten minutes. Gone.

Yep. What could I do? Only laugh.

So I'm going to go see my friend Andrew Pepper and support him in his show at Crazy Coqs - he's a real-life Emcee in a real-life cabaret.

Onward.

Key line there : "I had entered the Cabaret lottery for a 25 quid ticket to see Jake Shears as the Emcee since I didn't get invited to the press night recently and want to write about him in it. "

R341 Also, this:

"Anyway, I thought the show started at 2 but it began at 2:30."

All this imbecile does is go to performances and harass youth in cafes. That's it. Yet he can't even manage to keep track of the start time of his daily performances. He's lucky he was "culled from the heard," because he never would've survived in the corporate world, or in any other job that requires an individual to tell time and keep appointments.

I’m sure the press team will get right on it Bav and ensure you get a free VIP seat - not sure if access to Jake’s dressing room is included 🤣

*herd

[QUOTE] he's a real-life Emcee in a real-life cabaret.

This also comes off as cunty. Like, he’s now trying to say what he saw is better than the missed “Cabaret” performance.

And again with mixing up the start times of shows and plays. Is it that fucking difficult?

I like how she smugly boasted a few weeks ago about keeping a paper diary rather than use the calendar on his phone. And yet he's missed about 4 events because of mixed up dates or times. Utter imbecile.

Bellevue or whatever the London equivalent of Bellevue is....

R347 It's like he's unclear on what the fucking sun is, and thinks he is the only one who sees it.

Stupid Luddite twat.

missing all these performances and getting all these times screwed up speaks to what a god befrigged dunce he is…has anyone else noticed how the fraus rarely engage anymore?? Will his shitstack go the way of SHESSMMMS MAGAZINE? It just seems like the interest in his grim pillage is waning and I couldn’t be more thrilled. I’m still wondering WTF he did to earn his oats when he was in Provincetown recently. All I heard was that he was very annoying, but that was no shock. My two pals (who don’t know each other) LOATHE him, but that tracks with what a cunt he was before the nude wharf incident. Haughty, dismissive and mean.

I think he may be fully deluded. People have to fill up their lives with meaning and many people really do invest meaning into trivial things when they don't have a lot going on. I can't imagine loving theatre so much to be traveling like a hobo at his age and hustling and lying to get free tickets. And waxing poetic about "the light" when there's nothing exceptional to the light, and to the poetic waxing. But he's fully committed. Meanwhile, smelling my rotting mouth 24/7 and knowing I have no home, no doctor, no savings.

He is dumb as a stump. A total fool. Should have taken that Section 8 apartment. But then if he did he couldn't be 'friends' with David Furnish and Elton and Ali and Armistead and...etc. His sister and brother must be so sick of his shit. She fell down the Metro steps almost six months ago yet still talks about it, even calling the broken shoulder 'a blessing'. His posts about the fucking light are so very tiresome. You'd think he was after spending a winter in the Arctic circle. Groundbreaking revelation : the sun shines.

Shitstack is performative. Most of the bilge he writes there he lifts from old pieces he wrote twenty or thirty years ago, and they're still unreadable. The fact anyone is paying him $50 to read that shit is so sad. They're not doing it for his talent as a scrivener but mostly out of pity I would think.

What about the third memoir? Beside Myself. No talk of that anymore. Probably because wtf was he going to write about? Small town Hudson? The atelier? The cafes he got 86'd from for leering at young men? The recipe for cat cake? How to abandon pets effectively? Sleeping on a mattress on the floor like a heroin addict? The Chelsea Hostel? The Grim Pill Age? There is zero material there that you could market, unless people wanted to read it as satire not intending to be satire. As he is a total deluded clown.

This is why these threads are DL Gold. His life and his social media presence are so absurd and ridiculous you just can't stop paying attention to them in the same way you can't look away from a car wreck. I can almost always rely on a daily laugh from reading his Facebook feed and then coming here to have the latest take on whatever clownery and overwrought bullshit he has produced.

So...y'know. On Ward.

Is his pusshy still messhy?

Could someone please tell me what all that crap is on his sling in the latest picture he posted?

Now the thread will be killed

R355 There are numerous pics of him on this thread. Will the thread be killed because this one contains some sort of dander?

I don't think there have been, r356, but I do think it's best to avoid photos in the future. That said, if r171's mention of his full (searchable) name and the ridiculously gross and scatological "satires" haven't closed us out, we are probably good.

If not, this thread has had the best run of all, I think, and we have a couple in reserve.

I don't think it's dander, btw. I think it's hair, the same color length and texture as his beard. I think he might have been shedding. Get a roller, ffs.

Or even just some tape. It only takes a minute.

I also think in previous threads there was a bit too much mocking of innocent bystanders -- the well-meaning people who left earnest comments under his silly posts. They did not deserve to be made fun of. Especially not you-know-who.

There’s a definite dearth of comments from the frauen. Agree 💯 with r352 - the shitstack delusion will persist for a short while but as soon as the final subs lapse it will finally be no more.

At the very least there ought to be twice weekly theatre review roundups but our Bav is too busy performatively posting on Facebook and leering at cafe staff to care.

His most recent post regarding his upcoming stack is...sad.

He's running out of steam 'n' sympathy for his "brokenness", so now he's trying to tout himself as an activist.

For those of us who were around during the Silence = Death days, we know that that probably will not turn out well.

I couldn’t help but howl when he told some demented clown cabaret performer “You’re like Kay Thompson on meth!”

YOU SHOULD KNOW, MARY!

Has anyone else noticed that "atop" is his new favorite word?

He should get that tattoo artist to play “connect the dots” with all those liver spots on his head.

“Everything connects!”

It’s like “Tea & Sympathy”, but with meth!

He posted a pic of him with Martin Sherman at lunch. Notice who had their credit card out. HINT: it wasn’t the bav. 😂🤪

Griftin’ ‘til the wheels fall off!!

Bav doesn't have a credit card. She constantly labours that point at times.

And what could be the possibe reasons Will didn't return for Act Two?

R367 I’d like to know what he whispered to him on the way to the bathroom.

“ I whispered that to him as we made our way to the Gents room. I was going to take a selfie with him before the second act but he didn’t come back.”

That entire post was creepy, r367 and r368.

Our pilgrim can lay it on thick sometimes. He might have scared Will off...

Hope he got to pee!

R366. I do recall him lamenting that he doesn’t have a credit card…but it’s odd, after all these YEARS, he did nothing to try to get one. I mean, are you THAT MUCH of a fucking mess, that you WILLINGLY try to navigate this “grim pills life” without one? Talk about a fucking moron. I guess it’s easier to sponge off of people, when you turn your pockets inside out and shrug like the Monopoly man. What an ASSHOLE.

R371 And I honestly want to know how he funds his life. How does one buy plane tickets, for example, without a credit card? Not to mention buying theater tickets online, which we know he does, when he's not grifting press tickets. Is he just using PayPal or Venmo with his checking account? And Airbnb? I haven't used them for a few years, but isn't it like hotels where you have to give them a cc number for any problems or incidentals?

If I made it to 67 and didn't have a credit card, even one with a low limit, I would absolutely feel like I failed. Especially when you consider how much money this clown had thrown at him by Conde Nast back in the day. Did he save nothing?

Years ago (more than 10) I had a terrible break up which led to a break down. On the way there, I lived off a credit card I eventually didn’t have the means to pay. I was not on drugs and the nay thing I did ‘wrong’ was fall into a terrible depression.

I feel shame even typing that. Here’s what I did to help myself: Move away (country in this case), admit my problems and start again. I did service helping other people and really tried to reflect. I then applied for a credit card with no balance at all and over 10 years built a credit rating which meant everything to me. My friends and family helped me but I did the work.

Bav hasn’t done the work and never will. The overwhelming sense of entitlement will not allow it - the next onward grift grows less likely.

He has a debit card. Which he once lost in NYC in 2021, leading to many offers from his facebook fans to pay for his accommodation.

"I can't own a credit card...I never pay things back, I only pay it forward. American Express didn't understand that. Neither did the IRS. Here, have some pah...."

Eunice....I salute you.

I thought Eunice was a Datalounger, but she appears to be real. Of course, he's such a good old fashioned Southern Jew hater that he tries to use words like "schnorrer" and "schmuck" against her. Ironic that "schnorrer" is the perfect word for what he is.

Also "schnook", which does not apply to Eunice. Nor does "schnorrer". He's just flinging around words that he doesn't know the meaning of.

He might as well call her "trayf".

He got called a schnorrer last week (it was accurate) so now he is using it against someone else.

I think his audience is tapering rapidly off. I actually wonder why - it's not like he got less talented.

He called someone a Schnorrer? The chutzpah!

Eunice called him a schnorrer last week. He clearly remembers and thinks he is being clever by using it against her.

London, January ‘23:

"I spotted a young man with a Pentax around his neck taking photos of his younger siblings. “You’re a real photographer,” I told him. “Would you take my photo here on one of my favorite streets?” I loved seeing his face light up when I purposefully and mindfully described him that way in front of his siblings whose faces registered even more joy that their brother was being “seen” and recognized as what he longed to be seen and recognized as. I handed him my iPhone and the three younger ones gathered around him to look through my iPhone as well as he photographed me."

Birmingham, October ’23

"I spotted two young men at this spot one had a fancy camera around his neck ... asked the young man with the camera if he’d take my photo in his city since I could tell he knew what he was doing and was a real photographer. I purposefully affirmed him and he smiled when he heard my terminology for him. He took some photos of me with my iPhone."

August 2024 - Somewhere off the coast of Sardinia. Cocktails on the sundeck of “Rising Sun” D.G - “Remember K.S? He’s disappeared.” B.D - “Who?..,The schnorrer?

Nice work, R383! Today he assaults yet another barista, Andre, that he mistakenly thinks recognizes/knows him. Andre agrees to a photo but wisely keeps both hands clasped firmly behind his back.

And I agree the FB commentary has really dropped off. What is there to say about one tiresome post after another about "the light" or seeing him posed in yet another lobby of yet another theater...zzzzz

Today he makes the outrageous claim that "Knowing who is and what makes a star has been my day job for close to 40 years now." Um....what's that job PAYING, you pathetic poseur?

Be right back, I have to take a massive purposeful affirmation.

"I adore Kristin Scott Thomas but she doesn’t seem to have an ironic bone in her body and the role of an aging actress making a comeback with her life story set to film needed lots of irony."

You don't say.

"Knowing who is and what makes a star has been my day job for close to 40 years now."

He has a day job?

In the blink-and-you-missed-it department, here's the first reply to Eunice from one of our own, that Bav must've deleted. Thank you, Ted Rogers. It truly does take a village.

R389. TED ROGERS IS AN AMERICAN HERO!!

ps: (All caps because I *AM* shouting this for ALL THE WORLD TO HEAR!!)

R390 That should be next thread title …

Ted's comment is still there -- you just have to select "All comments" under the post to see it.

He must be seething after reading and deleting Ted’s post. In true sociopathic style, he puts it behind him and focuses on the next grift….paying it forward,… to himself. Ted’s punches came left, right, and dead center and I want to buy him flowers!! You notice that bav was QUICK to mock Miss Eunice, but RAPIDLY deleted Ted’s spot on takedown. It feels like Christmas morning. The bav knew he was busted and was terrified at how many eyes actually saw it. DEE-LECTABLE !!!

Beware…this may be the bav himself trying to “smoke us out”….don't “friend” Ted

The thing that really boggles my mind is how bad his writing is. He could be the nicest person in the world and I'd still be shaking my head over the sub-literate prose.

R394 that would take a level of intellect and savviness that we know he does not possess. He can't even get to the theatre on time for his grifted press tickets.

To be fair, as stated above, he didnt delete Ted's post. He may not have seen it, who knows, but thus far he didn't delete it.

R397 I cannot see it and I clicked the All Comments thing

What, now, OP? What?

And by that I mean to confirm you have been diagnosed but are off your meds. Right?

R397. True. He didn’t delete. He MUST not have seen it! I stand corrected. Oh boy, when he does…..YIKES!

There will absolutely be a Facebook post (vague or otherwise more direct) about Ted’s post by Bav.

The Bav will blow his Substack when he sees Ted/Sums Up!

Eunice is fighting back! Go Eunice!

R403 Lol! I was just about to post this.

Looks like he deleted everything but Eunice's latest comment about the magazine subscription.

Ted has weighed in again!

Ted commented again....poor Bav

R406 oops snap!

Ted is a Datalounger, surely.

R409 for sure he is. Most of what he has written in his replies has been posted in the threads here on DL.

[quote]Alex Gibson-Giorgio @the_ggs plays multiple roles and is especially spot-on as Nelson Riddle, unruffled, almost regal in how exacting he is yet still able to give the crotch the credit it demands.

[italic]give the crotch the credit it demands?[/italic]

Thank you, Ted! Thank you, Eunice!!

DL SALUTES YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

The gofundme for the dog was the end of people's patience with the man.

I hope that Ted switched it up his text enough so that a search of it doesn't lead anyone here. That was a pretty obvious trail.

There's no way that Bav comes here, but something like that will, eventually.

R414 We’ve had posters tell us Bav does in fact read these threads. I’m thinking specifically of the person who posted all sorts of credible, intriguing dish here under the name Howard Moss. And not long ago, some Henny Penny bitch ran over to Bav’s Instagram comments to say we were talking shit about him. Bav replied, “LOL, I don’t care!”

All publicity is good publicity in Bav’s world. The day we stop talking about him will be the worst day of his sorry-ass life.

Whenever a celeb passes away he posts a low-res uncredited pic and the two or three fawning fraus he has left assume he was besties with Matthew Perry.

I don't know who Ted is but I love him.

SESSHIE KILLED CHANDLER!

R417. I do too

Yall, do not touch the poop (or plops in this case). Watch from afar, but do not engage our subject, please.

[quote]I don't know who Ted is but I love him.

He's R332/r352 in this thread. He created a fake FB page in order to direct quote himself on Bav's. I agree with r420. It might be fun to engage, but Bav deleted Eunice's post because of it.

Well, praise be to R332/R352. What's the concern? That the stupid Bavor cunt will close down another thread here by complaining? Yawn. Another thread rises from the ashes.

I would like to unpack his unreadable, no-paragraphs post from earlier this evening:

With Ana Villafane @anavillafaneofficial who portrayed Ava Gardner in Sinatra tonight at the Birmingham Rep. I took the train from London to see the last performance this evening to support my friends @phoebepanaretos and @the_ggs - see other post - and when I was saying hello to them between the matinee and the evening performances, Ana came out to meet me and invite me to the closing night cast party she was spearheading upstairs at a local club close by. So great to meet her. And kind of her to include me. I have been a fan since she originated the role of Gloria Estefan in On Your Feet on Broadway and I went by myself on a lonely Thanksgiving night to see it when I needed the joy with which it imbued me. Ava Gardner is almost impossible for another actress to play - not just for her exotic beauty - Ana certainly has that - but the manly allure of her feminine wiles without their being at all butch but deeply disorientingly sensual in a play-by-the-same-rules genderfuck way. Gardner wasn’t aloof but was quite self-aware of her effect on others which baffled her and yet she weaponized it to enable a wantonness that seemed willful,almost arch. She longed alas to want herself as much as others did. She was a no nonsense broad who loved bebop and could make a beret bereft for its irony when she donned it to go club hopping because it just melded with her beauty instead of signifying a hipster sophistication. She wasn’t sophisticated; she was primal . And in a musical the woman playing her has to sing and good goddess can Ana sing. There is a trio in the first act among her and Matt Doyle @mattfdoyle as Sinatra and Phoebe as Nancy that blew me the fuck away. Ana finds Ava in the notes that Frank can’t sing. It wasn’t bebop exactly but there was something jazz-like in her presence in the big band sound of his life. She was digging around in that, gardenin’ for Gardner. I dug it.

Here is the alliteration-bot breakdown of what this bitch is trying to say:

[quote]Well, praise be to [R332]/[R352]. What's the concern? That the stupid Bavor cunt will close down another thread here by complaining? Yawn. Another thread rises from the ashes.

It's not about us here or having this thread shut down, r422, it's about how it affects the Bav's FB. It's far more interesting to watch his followers turn against him organically rather than us crudely and directly trolling him.

Bav already deleted the original schmuck/schnorer/schnook exchange with Eunice as a result of Ted's over the top posts, one of which has already been deleted. The other will be gone soon.

Sure it's fun for a minute to rattle the grim pill's cage, but I'd rather just watch the madness unfold naturally.

Plus, it creates sympathy for him amongst what dwindling flock he has when he's attacked that way.

"...could make a beret bereft for its irony when she donned it to go club hopping because it just melded with her beauty instead of signifying a hipster sophistication."

This ALMOST works. I mean. I get what he's saying, and it isn't stupid, conceptually. But somehow it's just off a half-beat.

R424 I love you but you are really overthinking this. It ain’t that deep, Agnes.

R425 I stopped at “make a beret bereft.” That’s a literary war crime.

Love ya back, r426.

Time will tell.

"be bop, bereft, beret, blew me."

[quote]With @mattfdoyle at the closing night cast party for the new musical Sinatra at Birmingham Rep. He is brilliant in the title role and I feared for anyone taking on such an iconic part. [snip] I always thought of Sinatra as sort of a thug but Matt drills past that to the need in the reedy little guy to be accepted, the neediness to be loved, the bantam impulse to put the fucking into Frank Fucking Sinatra.

"drills past"? What does that mean? He's really into the word "fuck" lately, isn't he?

[quote]I also told him the book needs work. It’s all a bit too Wikipedia and this happened and then this.

The gall! He really told Doyle that the book needs work at a closing night party? How the hell did he get access to that, anyway?

By the way, Einstein, the word you are looking for is "exposition".

He writes like all that meth killed off all but two of his brain cells, and they’re fighting each other!

He obviously didn't read Ted's critique of his writing as he continued with the dreadful alliteration. I'm surprised no one has yet commented about how the light directed him to a building that had the word Sober graffiti'd on it. Of course a selfie was needed..

I'm surprised that Bav didn't comment on that, r432, since, you know, everything connects.

Oh hunny, with that lopsided stroke smile, it looks like he’s missing so many teeth his gums connect!

Small town London. Quizzed my quids as to their quotidian quantity and realized I had only enough for one spanking span of spinach plop. Tucking the green swill into my head-hole in the blue light I reflected delectably on how twenty years ago, Yoko Ono said something to the person she was with at a cafe while I sat ably and free three tables away. I couldn't make it out, probably just more atonal screeching or perhaps preaching, or possibly teaching. And once taught, the taut tautology of biology means that my plop wouldn't stop until out the other hole it dropped. So I asked for the whereabouts of the toilet (as they call them in the blighty, if you want to be righty). "The toilet?" said Ned, who had bed=head. "Don't soil it." I dropped my plop and it floated to the top. But it was so lush, it wouldn't flush, not even with the use of a bright brisk whisk of a brush.

Bravo!

Hysterical, R435!

R435. This is GENIUS

R435 ten times better than anything Bav actually has ever written

Small town London. Awoke broke and choked down brown liquid for a quid. Thought about how the word liquid has the word quid in it and that coffee sounds like cough and wondered if I had a new Substack article there somewhere in the air that would flow through my hair had not my head shed its falling follicles. Went to see the standing-room only show of This Shit Again, essayed as a play by the maid, Maude Mudd whose performance is never a dud but flops fruitily about in and out the ear that hears and through the eyes that see. I saw her. She sawed me. In half, for a laugh as part of the magic show that was deftly and performatively inserted into the third act with the grace of a waxen suppository held between the thumb and other fingers of the greenest rubber glove you ever saw. It was immersive theater, as warm and embracing as the waters of the jacuzzi that recently claimed Matt Perry's life. I knew Matt back in the day when I used to go through Jennifer Anniston's garbage looking for unused lint rollers and he'd be in her kitchen, drinking her beer and bitching about Keanu Reeves. Dear, dear Matt, I jerked off to his picture many a time, no wait, that was the one who got fat. Or maybe it was Robert Downey Jr? Keanu Reeves? Which is the one who plays the bongos balls-out in the backyard? Whatever.

More! More!!

R278 more like what the kids thought Boo was…💀

R440 and R435 Brava! To borrow a phrase from the Bav…

Bav's Facebooking Memoir of Shards of Light and Other Remarkable Happenstances of Life Along the Way has lost much of its power to amuse me in this, its second cycle. Still in Cycle 2,

Still, boring old toy that he's become, his European customs and pretensions are much more interesting than his American travels. The coincidental encounters with shamen, fellow sufferers of broken shoulders, the wannabe Southern Gothic turn, celebrity once removed dirty drawers scrubbing, cat oil cake crumb dispensing, and the dropping, plopping like spinach of ever more obscure [bold]bold-face names[/bold]...it had all the energy of the sad last days show it was.

Now I can tune in again when there's been a burst of posting on DL and find some amusement, more often second-hand but good for a laugh all the same.

*still, boring old giat

It’s like the bav AI generator!!

The pictures accompanying his post about eating at the bar at Colbert are a perfect illustration of his dumbassery. He's all excited about eating somewhere fancy that he can't afford, and ordering an egg plop. Then he (presumably) demands that someone, probably a busboy, take his picture while he does his signature lopsided meth-rot smirk. As if that weren't enough, he has to invade everyone else's peace and privacy by taking creepshots and posting them on his FB and Insta. The girl with her family yawning. The poor guy sitting next to him at the bar, looking at his phone and minding his own beeswax.

Why does he do this? And why doesn't anyone ever tell him to fuck off when he tries it?

Oh my god, the repeated “BRAVO” ‘s at the Stephanie J. Block concert had me thinking…the poor people around him have to smell his rotting meth breath…🤢🤮!!! They didn’t sign up for this, and I’m sure many thought this concert would become their TOMB!! The odour!! It must smell like pus, vomit, and spinach plop.

He just typed "giving mutha" twice. It's giving cringe.

R449. it’s an ESPECIALLY nauseating post. Once again we have to be reminded that he’s Little Orphan Sesshit. 🙄 It’s so fucking tiresome.

I'm surprised he wasn't in Trafalgar Square for the Diwali celebration since he's so fucking obsessed with 'The Light'

💡💡💡💡💡💡🔦🔦🔦🔦🔦🔦🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯🚦🚦🚦🚦🚦🚦🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅🌅 ☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️🌤🌤🌤🌤🌤🌤⛅️⛅️⛅️⛅️⛅️⛅️🌥🌥🌥🌥🌥🌥☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

Small town London. Awoke again, an orphan. Also gay. And with a broken shoulder, which feels like a carefully balanced boulder without any holder, I told her, my landlady, that is, who is the mainstay of the maudlin midding madding crowd in Marylebone, or this Croydon. I am becoming an old hand at the Tube, as we Londoners call it, and also an old foot, as I use them (feet) to walk through the timeless tunnels of terpsichorean transport terminology. How well I remember all the English people I used to know at Vanity Fair - Tina Brown, that other one, Anna Wintour who sometimes was upstairs. It was almost as if I was practicing to be Madonna, whom I interviewed or is it who I interviewed check before posting who is now of course completely English, especially her teeth. Oh, the people I interviewed for Vanity Fair. I especially remember how important I was to get the interview with either Lauren Bacall or Barbara Stanwyck, whichever one died later. I asked her "How does it feel to have completely outlasted your looks?' She replied "DID! YOU! BRUSH! YOUR! TEETH! WITH! A! CORPSE???!!!" Adept at the flitting away the fitful veil of the unseen moment of truth-telling, I always was.

She's back at Joe Allen tonight with David Roman (another insufferable). Eunice needs to ask who paid...

Paging Ted Rogers: Please go to the Joe Allen post and ask who picked up the check.

His shouting of Brava reminds me of this...

Only, R456, you know, not talented or funny.

He should honestly just shut up with his uninformed views of what's going on in the Middle-East. I think this is true for a lot of dummies, but especially him, because he's going to alienate the dementia-addled fools who subscribe to his Shitstack. He is simply not informed enough to comment on anything serious going on in the world. He scans the headlines every day to see if some "star in black turtleneck" he interviewed back in the nineties died, and if so, it's a boon for him. He should just keep his jagged little edge of a mouth shut about anything deeper than 90s sitcom celebrity death.

David Roman is indeed insufferable. Two peas in a 🫛.

On IG David Roman thanked him for treating to dinner. Hmmmm

[quote]On IG David Roman thanked him for treating to dinner.

...at Cho Allins, r460. It has been posited that Bav has gift certificates from there, which certainly seems possible, as he was going there near-daily when he was in Manhattan.

Doesn't seem like he would be able to to afford that otherwise.

Are they accommodating her with her requested spinach plops? I remember she was complaining about not getting them the last time.

[quote]Small-town London. Sometimes the energy from the moon manifests several times before it settles down for me to photograph it in its moon-like shape - especially when Venus is in conversation with it, or as the Romans called it in Latin before the Christians appropriated it - Lucifer.

It's not Venus, it's Jupiter.

Did he really say that the actual moon has a “moon-like shape”?

Yeah, that, too, r464.

I wonder if someone will correct him for mistaking Jupiter for Venus - sorry - Lucifer. I also think he meant to say "in conjunction with" the moon instead of "conversation", but who knows?

Shh, R465! Shesshie can hear the mushic of the schpheres!

Is there someone who can share a link to the life and times of David Roman? There evidently a lot of people named David in Rome...

Jesus Christ, his “review” of the Stephanie J. Block concert is really, really, bad. So poorly written, but he didn’t say “MUTHA”, so there’s that. He “forgot” that he met her when she was on Broadway in The Cher Show. He FAILS to mention that Cher LOATHES him, and his vanity fair profile was “saved” by shess sucking on Cher’s mother’s tits. Another “Mutha”, for the long suffering orphan.🙄 I guess SJB also sang as a tree, which made the bag cry. Again with the fucking tears.

He sounds tiresome …U$C

Zzzz

R468, he didn't say "mutha" but:

"She can certainly sing and belt like no other muthafucka out there."

Roman is a pretentious “Latine” queer theory/drama professor. Insufferable and a poseur . As any friend of Sessh would have to be.

Funny how he landed at that university—in olden days they wouldn’t cotton to that for a minute. I’m guessing their donor groups looked the other way.

He’s at UCLA, not an Ivy.

"I pray to the God of my understanding then say the Lord’s Prayer then chant to Ganesha then speak to his mother Parvati and him then chant some more then say the Serenity Prayer then talk to Bastet about Finn and Matty and their new companion John then acknowledge the Light and Pan and Lucifer and The Unseen Seen World and Nature and Trees and say to them at the very end 'May it be about the balance and not the battle.' "

And he wonders why he can't get a date.

He can't remember curtain times and gets lost at the drop of a hat -- but this performative litany he can spout from memory. Sure, Jan.

R474 never made it to junior college.

Try again.

Pan? His former roommate?

No, Pan, the cast iron cooking implement he evidently was hit over the head with just before writing that drivel.

I'm starting to think he had a stroke and doesn't realize it. The asymmetry of his signature smirk in the last few days has been really remarkable.

R480. I wouldn’t be surprised. More than likely, another tooth fell out (one that was doing a lot of “heavy lifting”) and were stuck looking at that twisted fug mug 🤮. A stroke would be horrible, and I don’t even wish that on the bav, but leave it to him to blatantly IGNORE the symptoms and race to see Nicole Scherzinger for the 3rd time !!

Poor Mitzi who he met and forced into a Sesshelfie tonight.

R474. No.

Ucla is a first tier, public, university.

He teaches at USC: a second tier, private, university.

He finally deleted Eunice and Ted's comments.

He didn't delete them; Ganesha did...

What is Aunt Fester going to be for Halloween tonight? A Sentient Spinach Plop? The Light? A Stolen Playbill?

Why, she's goin' as cat hair pah, of course, R486!

[quote]What is Aunt Fester going to be for Halloween tonight?

Didn't you read his latest SubStack, r487? He doesn't dress up for Halloween anymore because he dressed up as the wicked witch when his mother was dying and had a screaming tantrum in the haunted house.

It was so traumatizing that he never dressed up for Halloween again.

...or something like that.

R488, I don't read the shitstack. I depend on the kindness of you strangers to keep me apprised. I don't have the stomach for her grifting twaddle.

Oh Christ, he’s droning on about his prostate exploding and his piss bag and having to take the bus from SF to LA for a Marie Claire party *HE WASN'T GOING TO MISS*!!! The emptying of said pissbag in a moving bus bathroom, urine sloshing around, has been a touchstone memory for him about poverty, and the empty, useless, mantra he’s adopted of On WARD!! More “gross-out” fetish. It never fucking ends with this one. Ugh.

His latest shitstack is just a rehash of a chapter from Methithippy Sissi

Of course she's regurgitating her old crap on her shitstink! She knows people are now calling her on her grift (free tickets for not reviewing things) and wants to look industrious!

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Sorry about that - please ignore

Sissy could dress up as that butler on “The Gilded Age” whose daughter is rich and wants to hide him away. They’re both bald.

Things that didn't happen, Part 486:

"Small-town London. I loved meeting these two women today at WatchHouse in 7 Dials. We were sharing the small communal table when they asked if I would take their photo. “I thought you’d never ask,” I said as we shared a laugh. We said our goodbyes a bit later but then they turned back and asked what I was so diligently working on. I showed them my latest SES/SUMS IT UP column at substack and told them I do get in the zone when working. “I am a writer,” I said. I always like hearing myself say and own that. Stephanie on the left told Marguerite on the right, “I told you so. I knew he was a writer.”

She has yet to grace a Malin+Goetz store. Perhaps she's been told never to come in again.

There’s a new M&G at Moynihan—they may not recognize him there…yet.

R497. Exactly. Half of the fun of watching the bav, is watching the things he DOESNT do. No M&G yet, and I bet he was told to not return

Ou est le Pret plops?

And I wonder if Pan is in 😶‍🌫️ hiding

I honestly think he reads this stuff. London this time: No Pret, no Pan, no M&G, no Ned (!!), and a few pointed comments about how he does, in fact, pay for theatre tickets (every third blue moon).

R501. You are giving him too much credit. She’s STUPID.

La Bav-ette is back in the comments! It’s a doozy - a Halloween horror story echoing Carrie and chants a plenty.

KS is also battling a new foe for questioning his sources:

[quote]Rick Albee Here is the fucking video - do some research next time .. I just did if for you. It's at the 59 minute mark - call Blinkin a liar if that justifies your argument .. but don't accuse me of posting a false meme to do so.

Two edits and he still didn't correct "if" to "it". He really should lay off the political stuff.

R504 Agreed. He's out of his depth.

Exactly, and I'm not the first to say it. The thing is, r505, is that Rick wasn't wrong. Sesshie posted a screenshot with provocative text from a video that the screenshot came from.

Rick questioned it and Sesshie chastised him, giving him the "do some research" line, when in fact, he should have done his own. Posting something like that without doing your own due diligence is irresponsible.

Don't you DARE accuse me of posting a false meme!!

Not to mention the name is BLINKEN, not "Blinkin" - the name is correctly spelled right under his photo!!!

Fucking moron.

I could have done without the lurid account of Aunt Betty's horrifying menarche.

I pity the poor theatergoer who ends up sitting next to his stank ass for the duration of KING LEAR.

Sissy is definitely reading this thread, as R501 has postulated. He has not mentioned receiving press tickets lately and, in fact, has lied several times about “treating” a friend to a free show. He got called out for claiming that he is press yet not PRODUCING any press about any of the shows he is watching for free.

The only person The Bav is kidding is himself and a few fawning fraus...

Sissy, if you’re reading this, please go get all those curious spots checked!

She interviewed Mandy Patinkin on Zoom today. Mandy must be really stuck for publicity if he's giving interviews for Bav's Shitstack

Oh my god, his bloviating post about his love of “the dance” is stomach churning and eye crossingly BAD. No one cares how it stirs your soul, cunt. No one cares that it touches you in a way deeper than your sexuality does, and stop mentioning their “sweaty, smelly bodies”. You’re an old, grotesque, toad. Your rotting meth mouth decays more and more each day, yet you blather on about culture like anyone cares what you have to say. They don’t, and your breath smells. STOP EATING THOSE SUGARY CROISSANTS! You were in fucking Paris and ate toilet omelettes, you fucking dolt. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? You make my flesh crawl.

Once again, R516 captures this cunt perfectly.

[quote] Sissy, if you’re reading this, please go get all those curious spots checked!

Actually, Sissy, if you’re reading this, please don't get all those curious spots checked. I'm sure they're nothing...

R518. Yes! They are nothing! I’m a board certified dermatologist and I strongly suggest you ignore them, and for the love of god, DO NOT APPLY SUNSCREEN! It’s imperative they get lots and lots of hot, BLAZING sun!

R501, I hope to God he doesn’t. Let him have his delusions.

Did his brother pay Sissy's tax bill? Did he offer him the "luxurious blowjob" Sissy once said he wanted to give big bro? 🤢

R521. 😂😂The “luxury” of a jack o lantern smile combined with the odour of burning tractor tires and twisted tuna cans wafting up to his brothers wrinkled nose, our poor doctor gagging and gasping for fresh air. Quel erotique!!

who would sit through King Lear and then go home and stream Reese Witherspoon?

R523 but it was a MUTHA of an episode!!🙄

Maybe he began shooting meth because he realized how shitty of a writer he is??

(At least he didn’t say “MUVAH”!)

He has not gotten this much engagement from the frauen in years. He should just do TV show recaps from now on, focusing on shows that women of a certain age, like Bav, watch.

[quote][R501], I hope to God he doesn’t [read these posts]. Let him have his delusions.

There is no way that he reads these posts, r520. He would not be able to help himself from responding, just as he can't on his page. He usually regrets it and deletes later, but wouldn't be able to here.

I did notice that someone mentioned his orange olive oil pies on the Mandy thread - not sure if she was being sly or serious.

His orange olive oil cake gave me AIDS!

He's claiming he helped Beyoncé become a star...

Then: a photo of a piss elegant dinner party he "gave in NYC for Alan Cumming" ... date not identified

Now: Reduced to walking home on foot in the dark and drizzle after another day stuffed with "culture"....

Followers' reaction: meh

Did we discuss the horrendous writing in this post?

"My parents and the poem on which they lie . I keep this by my bed . Their absence since my childhood is the road I travel. I have always followed it and the infinite vistas of their they’re-not-there. The absent road that exists beneath me has always been my guide. I follow them by following it. Their always here/never here has been the sacred incongruity that gives birth anew each day to all others after having given birth to me, their first born. Surrender. Solitude. A son of The Sun. The four s’s in the name they gave me. Onward …"

R530, yes, let's.

The rickety metaphors. "...the poem on which they lie"

The false epiphanies. "I follow them by following it."

The clambering diction. "Surrender. Solitude."

The chain-link-fence-like ugliness of the construction.

The buckets of truisms. "Their absence since my childhood is the road I travel."

The equally noxious buckets of adjectives.

The second-grade wonderment at homonyms. "A son of The Sun."

"I keep this by my bed' is the only sentence in that mishmash that appears to say anything coherent.

And I dare anyone to summarize what he is trying to get at (most of the time bad writing at least conveys basic meaning).

Not to mention, R531, "the infinite vistas of their they’re-not-there"

DL'ers I have a confession.

As much as this person makes my skin crawl, I see something of myself in him.

I am an eldergay looking at a bleak financial future having tumbling from a great height, both professional and social.

I saw that pic of his dinner with Alan Cumming, and have dozens of such that I could share, were I not now permanently disabled (car accident), financially ruined (investments went south) and surrounded by the wreckage of my social world post-pandemic (died, fled NYC, simply moved on with life).

I never got addicted to heroin - but I don't know that addicts are bad people.

I don't have HIV. But...there's no one who deserves it.

I never ran naked through Provincetown declaring that I required intercourse momentarily, okay, maybe that's on him.

But at the end of the day, I can't really look at him and say There but for the grace of God go I, because it's more like I'm right behind him and a little to the left.

Am I the only one?

Do you leave your family members to conduct your financial affairs while you swan about Europe? Do you owe five figures to the IRS, but spend your time traveling, grifting meals and free theatre tickets? Do you spend your days harassing strangers and cute baristas for selfies? Did you lose all your teeth to meth? If you can answer no to any/all of these, you still have reason to feel superior to the subject at hand.

R534, I did not, but at the end of the day I am an aging gay man who is physically disadvantaged and largely alone.

I can see why he's scared.

It IS rough out there if you are broke and old. But he is also a fool. He turned down safe and secure housing , to be a pilgrim. A performative facebook pilgrim, with no humility.

You may be scared, R353, and you've certainly had some tough breaks. But you are also empathetic, thoughtful, self-aware and able to express yourself in a clear, non-aggrandizing manner without a hint of self-pity or victimhood. El Bavster has none of your good qualities.

Quit looking backwards, R533. The fact that you're an eldergay who escaped HIV is a blessing in itself. All of us can look back on our "glory days" to one degree or another, but leave the past in the past, where it belongs. The accident (hopefully not your fault in any way) may have disabled you, but you are still alive. It appears (again, hopefully) that you have no drug or opiate history. And as for the "wreckage of your social world" - other than the ones who died, it seems to me the smarter ones "left NYC, or simply moved on with life" - whatever that means...

I hope you are not still in NYC. If you are, my best advice is to get the hell out, and pronto. Believe it or not, there are all kinds of places in this country where whatever resources you have will undoubtedly go much farther in every way, including housing, medical care, quality of life, and believe it or not, acceptance and tolerance of gay life. I could name four or five right off the top of my head, but this is your journey to undertake. Start planning NOW - in a year or two your life could be transformed. Leave the past in the past and start thinking about a safe and stable future away from Rat City. You can do it.

And as for being alone...you're lucky - your life and your decisions are your own to make. Go for it - and best wishes!!

Do you know the big different, R533? You seem really nice. I like you already.

Ted's keeping it real

KS: “since the article is not online, promised to send it to him…..Yesterday I finally remembered to send him the Beyonce story. I had just finished copying and pasting it into an email to send to him and my finger was poised to hit send when ….”

Isn’t this the article on Sessums Magazine? If it is, why not just text the link as it’s clearly online on his own website?

"...sort of helped her along the way..." Describing himself at the time as "a starmaker..." The oversized black glasses do not make you Swifty Lazar, pal!

R533. Does your breath smell like a cow took a shit in your mouth?

R533, you can write and you seem like a nice person. I hope things get better for you.

Good grief. She's treating us to a full spread of the crotch of her filthy jeans. I reckon this is the pose she will lay on Ned some night. "Show daddy what ya got"

R538 why a blessing in itself?

I’m the same age HIV+ well over 30 years…happy-healthy-loved. THAT’S a blessing!

FOAD

R545 “Paint me like one of your French girls.”

I agree with R538…unless you have an INCREDIBLE deal with your apartment, I’d leave NY. Patti Smith said it best: “FIND ANOTHER CITY, KIDS!”

R545 🤢🥀🙈

Does it seem like he’s posting even more than usual? They’re also getting more bizarre. Acting like a blue light from a patrol car is beckoning him in the woods.

Why did he pose spread eagle in that picture ? 😫

From his latest screed: " I have always been fascinated by myself but I have never really liked myself. "

Is manifest a noun, an adjective or a verb? All three in the same sentence for old Bav!

Uncle Manifester.

R554 - that is brilliant.

R554. I just screamed😂

R554 that's the title of the next thread

R538, I don't think NYC is to blame for anything, nor do I think one is particularly smarter than anyone else if they left NYC--what does that say for all of us who are still in NYC and love it?

Miss Magoo could live anywhere and still be Miss Magoo. Her bad behavior and lack of insight and humility, along with her overall stupidity and lack of talennt, make her special that way.

*talent, not talennt

OMG--sorry! That was me, R558, at R559.

Small town London. As I tripped and skipped and pip-pipped my merry way through over and under the thunder and rain of the average sunny British day (that was irony, something we Londoners enjoy to employ) I thought about parties, smarty, which were hearty and arty and sometimes farty if I served my mean baked beans and had holes in my jeans. One of these vast past repasts was something I threw together as light as a feather for Alan Cumming, the annoying midget Scottish actor, whose comings and goings had me going and cumming many a time. I have polaroids to prove it and here is one, looking all crinkly and orange around the edges, which gives it authenticity. Of him eating beans, not me cumming, although let me know if you'd like the latter.

You're at the top of your game, R561!

And we have nearly made it through an entire thread without it vanishing!! Brava! Brava!!

I had showered that morning so I arrived smelling of my own musk, its base notes a freshly scrubbed crotch and memories redolent of our shared youth in which crotches were shared.

I still think about those jeans that had to be cut off of her in the Paris Metro after her “fall.” They looked like they hadn’t been washed in a year.

there is a pic of the subject draped over a famous gay actor taken 20 years ago posted on Instagram. I saw the photo, smug looking both. And understood why a section 8 apartment was out of the question for the man.

Oh she's baking a olive oil cake again

This was how the cake ended up. But we have had our first mention of Pan.

"Small-town London. Lol. This is the “cake” I made today. I knew it was going to do this because I left it in the oven too long when I was in a zone while writing and forgot to check the time. I sensed the bottom was going to be a bit too done and stuck to the bottom of the pan. I even ran cold water on the bottom trying to fix it before I tried to plate it. It might be a broken mess - like me come to think of it - but it tastes delicious. Scrumptious actually. Which is what I can tell the boys about me if it ever comes to that again in my solitary life, I guess. I will look upon the broken deliciousness as a celebratory cake of my last five months and making it back here to bake such a cake. It seems appropriate and a good narrative. That is how I will look at it. Pan - the other tenant - just came into the kitchen and told me if I wanted to bake another more perfect one he would eat this whole thing. I smiled my imperfect smile and ate a bit more myself."

Make a pudding or custard.

Buy or make whipped cream.

Open a jar of jelly or marmalade (something that will compliment the pudding/custard).

Lightly combine the three above with the broken cake.

Voila! Trifle, that most British of desserts (in part because it looks like someone dropped it).

I thought R567 was another parody post but no, that's the real McCoy.

Broken cake, broken shoulder, broken life….

Broken Record.

This cunt still has no idea how to properly make a cake after how many tries?

He was swept up in a tsunami of WRITING, R571!

It was the flow of inspired brilliance direct from Apollo The Light Himself that caused our Bav to lose track of the time and burn the bottom.

(Or perhaps he misplaced his rhyming dictionary and got a bit manic…. )

Twat can’t set a timer? Can’t use an iPhone? Baking is about precision. Running cold water over the bottom of a pan to ameliorate things is MADNESS

R573. I came here to say the EXACT same thing. If you watch his HIDEOUS YouTube cathair cake vids, with all the lip smacking and various other gross “mouth sounds”, you will notice that he’s one of these asshole “bakers” who treats it like it’s jazz, a bit here, a dash there….”measuring with their heart”. IT ISN’T. It shows what a fucking moron he is. I’ve said repeatedly that he’s a god befrigged idiot, and he never proves me wrong. PS: that pic with his legs splayed open is so fucking foul. Sorry CUNT, We’re not into GRANNY PORN.

pps I love your books yotem.

I can't bring myself to watch the YouTube videos, but does he grease the fucking pan?

With lube.

I know it reads like a parody but the sentence quoted by R563 is real, from an interview with Tom Ford (in which our hero brags about having had sex with Tom Ford).

As someone who made 15 plus apple crisps this fall, I'm in no position to judge somebody making the same cake over and over... but for fuck's sake, set a timer... I know, I know, The Bav was in creative thrall, where he lost all track of surrounding reality. What else is new?

Is he writing in his head when he missesthe curtain of a show time and time again?

He has a very clear problem with time.

This twat fucked Tom Ford?

Was Ford in a coma?

R580 he’s the second coming of Burgess Meredith!

This is a better shorthand version:: on point—Onward!

on top of this post noting the passing of actor Peter White, can I self promote my interview with Mandy Pantinkin, Lucie?

His latest post about meeting a NYT journalist who is writing a book about Conde Nast. Some real doozies here.

" i went off-the-record for all the conversation because I actually don't want to be quoted in the book. As I told him, I am deeply grateful for that time in my life when I spent 14 years at Vanity Fair - we never talked about my several following years at Allure -but I long ago let go of that period in my life and the identification with it that embedded itself within me for so many years afterward. I barely shut up for the almost two hours but it was mostly about putting that time and that kind of life and fame (which was my beat) and my years framing it for the culture in the context of my much different life now. It was half my life time ago when I started there after my time at Andy Warhol's Interview magazine working The Factory. I truly barely think about that time in my life anymore so it was nice in some almost healing way to discuss it with someone as empathetic as Michael who trudges professionally in the media trenches, someone who understands in a way "civilians" don't.

I was lucky to have worked at The Factory and Conde Nast for so many years at the end of the 20th Century and the beginning of the 21st. It was a halcyon time to have done so. But I was also talented enough to be there and carved out a place for myself. I own that now in a way I didn't back then. I earned my place there.

And yet I had an epiphany today and even was unembarrassed to shed a few tears. I could not as well have shed almost all I owned in life to live the life I now live without having first gone through the process so many years ago now of shedding my identity as a Vanity Fair writer and all that came with that. But I am imbued with the person who lived that life and then moved on from it.

Everything connects.

Onward ..."

What a crock

WTF is he even saying?

He barely thinks about that time of his life anymore? What about the reprinted articles that make up the shitstack?

New thread here for when this one runs out

He is a delusional lying twat. He mentions VF in every other post.

I’m sure the reporter couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

R589 Not to mention "Andy Warhol's Interview," and "The Factory."

"...but I long ago let go of that period in my life and the identification with it that embedded itself within me for so many years afterward."

This appears to be a contradiction. Either long ago he let go or for so many years afterward it was embedded in him.

"I barely shut up for the almost two hours..."

A RARE MOMENT OF TRUTH

"...but it was mostly about putting that time and that kind of life and fame (which was my beat) and my years framing it for the culture in the context of my much different life now."

Let me tell you some more of how little I think upon those far-off times.

R533, I too dangled on a precipice of financial instability and when I left NYC, and the prestigious job I once had.

I think we’re all attracted to the daring comparison that all of us have a few traits similar to him, I may gently leer at younger guys, but never impose myself and am happily married.

He’s very much like a gay version of Trump, in that faux importance, and grandiose ego.

And like Trump there’s no redemption with KS. It’s the Emperor’s New Clothes” with him.

Is “nosh” spelled with a “g”? The Cunt thinks so…

Ganesh Gnosh! By Parker Brothers!!

....and of course he CRIES!! He is "unembarrassed to SHED a few tears" recalling how he SHED all his earthly possessions in life, and SHED his identity as a Vanity Fair writer....zzzzz

I wish he'd shed those JEANS once in awhile and put them in the LAUNDRY!!!

I still want to hear about this smoking hot confluence of Bav and Tom Ford, the lucky, lucky man.

R531, I think it's "I was orphaned at an early age and this has affected much of my life path" but I suppose it could as easily be "I am a luminous genius and have been so since I was a young girl."

Navel gazing?? This is navel OBSESSION.

The Bav acts as if it was a willing choice to give up all his fame and fortune rather than him fucking up and LOSING it all...

She was a martyr to the cause of ART, R599! It was never really what she did or didn't do--oh, sure, she made and continues to make one stupid decision after another, but she 's a pilgrim in life's journey, don'tcha know? And everyone she meets just falls in love with her and admires her deeply--just ask her legion of a couple dozen fraus!

And...WE MADE IT THROUGH AN ENTIRE THREAD! CONGRATS, ALL!!!