One of the greatest things about the Le French Dunny Series is how there are visible connections and proof of collaboration between some of the artists. Instead in some series’ where each character is completely different, I’m gonna point out a few details on some of the French figures that bring them together.. as well as explain why the Easy Hey is so goddamn ugly unique.

First off, the French Color Trio.

Look at the 123KLAN, Oktus (I’ve yet to score this figure), and Superduex  together, notice anything? The three colors (blue white red) aren’t just the French national colors, they are a prevalent design aesthetic for Superduex, who also did the packaging design for the series. Superduex, 123KLAN and Oktus all have collabo’d together via french Design groups like UNCHI. Looking at the art styles of 123KLAN, I’d assume that they followed Superduex’s concept to create a matching figure. And Oktus was more of a color adherence. either way, the three look appropriate placed next to each other.

Now, onto the the Peen and the Sourpatch.

We found the cock and balls “discreetly” painted on the underside of the SecretLab figure during the Hero Party. It wasn’t till the end of the night that I discovered that the Koralie I just traded for had a raspberry under her. I refuse to believe that this is a coincidence.

Ok, now why Easy Hey is so.. Unique.

For being 1/400, this is a real stinker of a figure. I guess thats makes sense, seeing it was based off of Easy Hey’s Kid Onion “pet” character….

On another note, Oktus and Easy Hey are both part of the same French Design Group called Delkographik

The French Dunnys are selling fast and strong, stop by Hero Design in Buffalo and pick up a few, or visit the KidRobot page to learn more.

As Buffalo Old Home Week Homecoming approached, BuffaloGeek is asking around to find out why the hell you’d wanna live in Buffalo, let alone come back. Here is my story.

People ask me how I get around, seeing as I don’t own a car and still seem to get from point A to point B pretty well. I tell ‘em “boys and bus passes.” I pride Buffalo for a fairly manageable public transit system, and I guess part of that is why I stay here. As for the boys, that’s what landed me in Buffalo.

I was raised in Rural North Carolina, injected into the South by my father’s Air Force career. The air was fresh and the beach (think ocean not lake, goddammit) was only a couple hours away. However, I soon began to loathe the culture, I felt like a city boy and the cotton fields were like padded walls, keeping me protected from myself and the rest of the world.

Turning 18 and a heightened sense of the world thanks to the good ole intertubes made me crave something new. I received my first chance when I began dating a good natured, yet slightly simple boy living in Raleigh. He would travel to see me, and I’d spend weekends in the city with him. The concrete hustle and bustle attracted me, living in a machine of commerce and humanity. I was hooked. The horrible occasion of his dad’s stroke led us up to West Virginia and the opportunity for me to move in to help take care of him. Back in NC, I spent 3 months playing wet nurse to the most ornery old man I’ve ever encountered, who’d just rather piss on himself then try to get off the couch to walk three steps to the loo.

Thankfully he recovered and we took him home. I was able to Lysol the couch, but Jimmy and I weren’t able to patch our relationship, strained by having to play “straight” for three months around a loopy old man. I learned a lot from Jimmy, though, like how hard it is to keep living with someone you are no longer with romantically while trying to find romance elsewhere. West Virginia boys are conflicted and very jealous I suppose. The need for me to stay in North Carolina had ended. My family had all fled moved on (save my mum, but this was in the early stages of none of us wanting anything to do with her) and another opportunity arose.

Dad had just moved back to Bradford, Pa(mid 2004), into his girlfriend’s house. All of his family were scattered all around Northwest PA; I had never had a connection with many of them do to the distance and an imposed alienation via my mom. After one too many post relationshipal fights with Jimmy, I moved up in February of 2005 with Dad and Jerrie to spend some much needed family time, and to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Once again, I was in the sticks.

Bradford has three main employment options: Zippo, Walmart, or the oil fields. Each one will suck you in, and you will never get out of Bradford if you take the bait of steady employment. I was soon restless, and began to harness the web to escape the reality. Don’t get me wrong, Bradford is a beautiful town, but I couldn’t bring my self to settle here. I decided to use the method of dating to explore the area.

I went all over the Southern Tier trying to find a fit. Marienville, Jamestown, Fredonia, Erie, Oil City, Olean, none really appealed to me. After realizing I had slept with essentially every applicable Bradford gay, I turned my eyes to NY. I admit Buffalo attracted me for one thing: the Buffalo Chicken Wing. Never actually eaten a real chicken wing, the idea of a city who’s food tastes influence the whole world intrigued me. I started my quest to find out about this city, and looked around for a guide to show me. I found this gentle and passionate bear named Jamie, who one night out of the blue drove up to show me his world. After rocking his world, natch, the relationship grew and once again the opportunity to start fresh and move to a new place arose.

Ahh, Buffalo! I fell in love immediately. I wanted to know more, I wanted to learn what made this city tick. I saw a bit of every town I’ve ever been to in Buffalo, and the people with their manic attitudes and over busy lifestyle just sucked me in. I started to assimilate, first with the chicken wing, then I gave the Sabres a try. Niaevety soon fell away however, like taking the case off of a swiss cuckoo clock, I saw the inner workings of Buffalo. I noticed that many gears were missing, and even some just ground against each other, going nowhere; yet the clock kept ticking.

Turns out a few gears are missing from the gay male population in Buffalo, as well. Jamie turned out to be nuts and after 11 months in a codependent controlling relationship, I broke his ribs in a drunken fight and that was the end of that.

I had created a trend: every so often pick up and start fresh. “Learn from your mistakes and get the hell out of there” was the motto.Where was I to go? Rochester? Did I wanna go back to bradford and start the hunt again? I couldn’t. Buffalo had me, I felt like belonged after only a year, and I couldn’t bear to leave. So I stayed and broke my trend, starting a new life down the street, instead.

I actually have a job here, its not the best, but it pays the bills and I have them there benefitos that the old people worry about. I don’t own a car and I don’t ever want one as long as I’m here. I get around just fine, like I said, boys and bus passes. Sure, the metro rail could do more than run in a straight line, but relying on public transportation has made me a Elmwood Village boy. I love it. I shop “local” because I don’t have a choice, I rarely go to the malls despite my love for the commercial. I feel like one of those gears, My impact is small, but I exist here.

Unless you catch my twitter, I’ve been somewhat silent about John on my blog, and partly its because I wasn’t thrilled to get the reaction. See, I’ve spent the last couple of years in Buffalo being the cruelest gaming asshole ever. I’ve dated a few guys, broken a few too many hearts, and pissed off a whole bunch of people. I’ve come to the conclusion that I no longer wish to continue this trend; it seems to get in the way of me finding real happiness. To go from player to lover, deceptor to devoted, is as easy as flipping a switch.  However, proving that that switch to people is a lot harder. Thus, the second part of my conclusion is that I no longer care how people will perceive my sincerity on this because I only have to prove myself to one person, and i quite like it this way.

I’ve fallen quite deeply for this redheaded bear named John. John lives in Maryland. I most recently spent President’s day weekend with John, and we seemed to have fallen in love. I’m a firm believer that if you care for someone, then you make sacrifices and take chances that you wouldn’t normally do for anyone else. The risk of failure is only high when you hesitate, and is most surely 100% when you don’t take the risk at all.

The mechanicals of our relationship are very intersesting, merging social technology and cross-culture immersion to make up for the physical gap between us.  A uniquely funded travel budget may be in the future, and beyond that is too early to tell. All I can say is this dude completes me in every way I could ever have possibly imagined and to pass this by based on something as stupid as distance would make me a fool.

Oh, and he twitters…

[Click above for the Maryland Trip Flickr Set]

Hey you club kiddies! Want some candy? Check out the newest Digital Bitchslap, fresh and unpressed, from Buffalo’s spinning godfather, DJ Xotec. Like always, the DB series features the latest commercial squeeze, fortified with vogue beats and diva house; every track has been rubbed with love and perversion just for you.

• Here another “alternative lifestyle” mix for my Marcellas twirlers and other assorted deviants and freaks…very much on the “commercial club’ tip…and exclusive re-rubs of Alicia Keyes, Adina Howard, 50 cent/Justin Timerlake, etc…Enjoy!
  

I must point out the tracklisting is very strong with the highlight on the “Alicia Keyes vs TP 2000 -No One / ItsNotRightButItsOkay (xotec’s crack is wack re-rub).” I’ve taken the time to isolate it and you can hear it below.

Track listing

1. Steve Angello – Be (x’s hips and thighs re-rub)
2. Alicia Keyes vs TP 2000 -No One / ItsNotRightButItsOkay (xotec’s crack is wack re-rub)
3. Jamelia – Something About You (Nr Oizo rmx / x’s re-edit)
4. Tegan and Sara – Back in your Head (zombie rmx)
5. Simian Mobile Disco – Hustler (AVH rmx)
6. w/l Chakka Khan – Feel 4 u
7. AVH – I Want Your Soul (Crookers rmx – x’s re-edit)
8. Enur – Calabria
9. Swen Weber vs Electric Six – Gay Bar Samba (xotec’s duct tape and a dream re-rub)
10. Vandalism vs Adina Howard – Freaks (xotec’s sugar for yer knees re-rub)
11. Timbaland – The Way I Dub
12. Lil Mama – Lip Gloss (krazy fiesta rmx)
13. Ram Jam / Secret Service – Black Betty (x’s re-edit)
14. Wahoo – Damn you’re Here (Freeform Five remix)
15. Utah Saints – Something Good (Ian Carey rmx)
16. Dave Armstrong /Redroche – Love is Gone (Peter Gelderheim rmx)
17. Sheldon Romero – Dirty Things
18. 30hz / Miles Dyson – Daddio
19. Snoop Dogg / Robyn – Sexual Eruption (xotec’s butakke re-rub)
20. Nelly Furtado – Promicious (Axwell rmx)

• Download Digital Bitchslap v7.0
  (rightclick and “save as”) – 81MB, MP3
• DJXOTEC.com
  

Studio Arena presents to you — produced by Road Less Travelled Productions — To Kill a Mockingbird, running from February 2nd, till Sunday the 24th.

• The story, based on the best selling, Pulitzer Prize-winning novel contains some of the most memorable characters in American literature – Atticus Finch, Boo Radley, and the children – Jem, Dill and Scout.
  This compelling piece speaks to the very heart of American integrity, while raising questions about racism and prejudice. The story, told through the eyes of a young girl is filled with moments of discovery as she uncovers the secrets that her neighbors and community hide.
  This production stars Doug Zschiegner as Atticus Finch and Dee La Monte Perry as Tom Robinson. It is directed by Scott Behrend, Founder and Artistic Director of Road Less Traveled Productions.

Opening night brought forth one of the longest and most deserving standing ovations I’ve ever seen at Studio Arena. Why we clapped so hard, hooting and hollering like Cher was on stage? its easy: the cast gave everything into their roles. This was a hard production to pull off because the story is so common; everyone has their own idea of what the characters look and sound like.

Every character was cast with perfection. I wondered how they managed to find a child so small to play Dill, till I realized that Joseph Westphal (”Dill”) is a Lukemia survivor. Amazing talent was also seen from Doug Zchneigner (”Atticus”), whose furrowed brow and upright stature accurately portrayed the conviction that Finch lived his life with every day.

Tickets are on sale now, priced $25-65.00.

• To Kill A Mockingbird @ Studio Arena

With February now amongst us, that means that Valentine’s Day is in just two short weeks. With that said, Angel has a drawing over at his store for a V-day bundle worth about $125!

The rules:

1. Head down to Sai One (818 Elmwood, across from the Lexington Co-op), and take a gander at the glass jar full of Hershey Kisses.
2. Guess the amount of Kisses in the jar and write the number down on a slip of paper with: your name and your phone or email address, which ever gets a hold of you first. Slip it in an envelope and go about your business.
3. On February 13th, Angel will pick the entry with the closest (or exact) number to the actual count of the Kisses without going over. In case of a tie, a random draw will decide the winning slip. You’ll get a ring or a ping, and you can pick up your prize.

The prize:

1. One-of-A-Kind Spring handbag, made especially for the contest.
2. Angel’s custom Chocolate body line: lotion, body wash, and bath salts; all infused with the rich and lucsious scent of chocolate.
3. A Sai One red Ladie’s Tank/Panty set.

No purchase necessary, just head over and take a guess. Since the drawing is on the 13th, that gives you the opportunity to gift this as well if you win, making you look super special with your lady and possibly securing third base.

• SaiOne (818 Elmwood, Buffalo, NY) – Blog

First off, I’ll really miss Astoria (423 Elmwood). We never had enough time to prepare; with a shady hasty announcement (two days prior) to staff and patrons that their last day was New Years Eve, I managed to get in for the final supper and spend that last moment with the best cajun-grilled porkchops I’ve ever had. days later the paper was up and word that a French Bistro called Tabree was going to replace it.

However, a “swift transition” it has not been. Its been almost month, and I’ve seen the lights on plenty of times, moving shadows cast against the privacy paper, but never enough to get a good glimpse of progress.

Till now. An accidental (maybe?) gash in the paper granted me a peek and a few photos, including one of the renovation plans..

• It seems they managed to rip up all the old booths and cleared out the partition to the kitchen. On the far right side a bar will go, and the front facing kitchen door will be relocated to the adjacent side. From what it looks like, there will be 27 indoor dining seats, bar included, with the front window areas converted to booths. Patrons of Astoria will notice that the center dividing booth will be rebuilt, extended, and split up into two tables of four and one two seater by the wall

[would you like a larger peak? click above to embiggen]

Aside from the bar in the main dining area, and the new booths, there doesn’t look to be too much more change from the original set up. I have no idea what a French bistro will offer, but they have a bar so I’m all for it. I just hope they can hurry it up.

Though I’m excited for a new place to eat on Elmwood, I know Tabree won’t be anything like Astoria. It was Lolo and Dimmer, Chris and Goldpenny that made Astoria memorable, not to mention the incredible food. So many good times were had. I even met Angel for the first time in the back kitchen; I have Astoria to thank for helping me cultivate some of my best friends on the block. Oh well, here’s to new memories and some good food, eh?

• Update: I heard in a roundabout way that the owners plan to open in April, which is a lot longer time than even I expected. However, I also heard of some very interesting plans to create a giant waterfall in the patio area.

 
[Brooklyn Industries, left. and Jib Hunt, lower right] 

Angel is my left nut. Kinda sweet and endearing of me eh?  We hang out every day, either at my office or his store, Sai One. Since he moved shop to the 800 block on Elmwood, it’s never been so much fun. The amount of hot guys (bears too!) walking in and out have tripled, and with more merch moving, there’s more stuff getting shipped in from NYC. That being said, I get the loverly privelage of trying on all the smedium fitting items. yea, it’s smedium. Higher end lines have been whittling down the standard sizes a lot more lately: small is extra small, medium is a smedium or regular small, and large is a medium allovasudden.  When I try everything on, Angel tells me I’m growing a belly (LIES!!!) and that I’m getting huge, because the mediums are fitting nicely now. He’s just yealous of mah sexiness. All things aside, the stuff at Sai One you won’t find anywhere but NYC, and only if you know how to get places. And you can also rest assured that Angel and his biz partner try to only stock one of each, no copy cats around herr.

You can click below for a flickr set with a lot more photos of yours truly looking dapper and smug in some new arrivals… I’ll warn you that if you like something you saw on me, you should come get it before I get paid. Game on Bitches.

• P.S. – Angel has a website coming soon for the store, so we took a whole lot of merchandise pictures, like the pillows, and purses, shoes, and candles. He stocks a lot more than skinny boy clothes, but I can’t wear a cocktail dress or a candlestick now can I?

• Saione @ 818 Elmwood ave, Blog
• I wanna be a supermodel [flickrset]

[Click above to visit the flickr set for this post]

I keep telling folk I’m not a cute 21 year old anymore. Last year was one of the biggest growing seasons for me; I learned about the deepest darkest side of the social realm, I learned just how much love will blind you, and how easy it is to manipulate an appearance. I’ve gained the best friends, lost the fake ones, and broken a few hearts. Twenty-Two is the year to sort all I’ll I’ve learned from Twenty-One and learn even more.

I’m not too big of a birthday basher. I’m more happy with a few close friends just hanging out and spending some me time. I do have a massive drinking party Saturday with like 15+ Canadians (3 are also celebrating Birthdays too), but the prime moment was Wednesday when I turned 22 and got my first tattoo.

Angel and I set this up over a month ago, that we’d bothed get inked on my Birthday. I was getting the Whiteboy cock on my shoulder, and he was getting Shiva on his back. A tattoo parlor is a serious thing to choose from in Buffalo. You have HOD, MaddGraffixx, RedHouse, Hardcore, Cowpok, and Divine Machine, among the other little shit shacks. We chose Randall from Divine Machine, a fairly new shop right across from my Allen offices.

Randall is a real awesome guy, a family kinda bear, he’s in my community so to say. His pieces are quirky and detailed, and he always puts the right energy in with your tattoo. Did I mention he was hot?

Tattoo went fairly easy, a little more uncomfortable due to the large surface being filled in solid black, but I’m totally happy with what I have now. I’ve also learned that I have the perfect pun machine tattoo (its a black cock, think about it). Look at the end of the post for a video of the whole thing.

Angels’ Shiva was a little more complex, but Randall took his time with the outlining and it came out most awesome.

And then… we went to a tittie bar. The Colonie Lounge to be precise. So, it was my idea, but my business partners thought it would be extra cool to get me to hang around some laydees for my birthday. It wasn’t too bad and the girls were ok, but what threw me was that they were spitting the same game and words to me (I was pretending to be straight) that I play the boys at Marcellas when I’m working. I felt like a mark, a fish out of water… I loved it. I didn’t enjoy the beef curtains in my face so much but I did manage a very sexy body shot off of this well blessed pretty shot girl. No pictures of that but yes, I’m still gay.

• Divine Machine @myspace
  
• The Colonie Lounge

[Click above to visit the flickr set]

I was Lisa Lampinelli’s personal whore

Actually, it was our bouncer James, making out with her, but I was her homo hospitality liason for the evening. See, Lisa Lampinelli perfomed at Shea’s Theatre Friday night, and like a good fag hag, she brought her ass (and pals) to Marcella’s for her after-party. True to her schtick, she latched on to James, our beloved black bouncer who by then end of the night was shirtless showing his “runaway slave” tattoo to her and getting a little Lampinelli action. I hear he didn’t get the “bomb-ass-pussy” but that she would make it back to buffalo and “BOOM!” I think I like Lampinelli more than Kathy Griffin, at least Lisa came to Marcella’s and she’s actually cool people.

Blackout and BDSM

Now, there was a little issue that made my running arounds interesting. We had a black-out party that night. The first this year, a black out party is when we turn the lights out at midnight and folk dance to glowsticks and black lights. Essentially, everyone does their drugs, and a few people get fucked on the dancefloor, but you can’t see shit. Since, I’m the light guy, I’m pretty much jobless at Black-out parties. I end up making my coins by dancing or running around for our manager, Richard. When I used to dance and whore around, I would dress up in my leather gear or something fierce and parade around dripping in glowlights. Nowadays, I’m getting older and grumpier and I can’t stand to dance for tips and trolls as much, but I always try to do a little something for the black out parties. This time, I decided to borrow a custom made gas mask that belongs to a “boy” of mine. I think I scared a few people with it. If you are wondering why someone would own an Anubis style gas mask, let custom order it, lets just say my “boy” enjoys certain BSDM elements where this would come in handy. Think oxygen and sensory deprivation. I live a full life, eh?

I also realized that night that I’ve crossed over in my alchohol tolerance for Jack Daniels. I was power drinking that night, and Joseph loves to pour strong drinks for me. Yet, I couldn’t even taste the alcohol and I was pretty nimble running around for Lampinelli. However, look below and you can tell I was pretty lit…

Dinner with the Folk.

I paid for it in the morning however. Wasn’t a hangover like I expected. No, Nater woke up still drunk at noon with my pops and my (for all intents and purposes) stepmom to take me out to lunch. We headed over to Pearl Street Grill to eat and then I got to show my Bradford living folks a bit of the Elmwood Strip.

Ooh, I almost forgot, I picked up a new vinyl too. Urban Treeson. After Pearl, we went to Hero so I could introduce my folks to the people who have been taking my money that last few weeks, but they had their intern at the store…. Bah! Regardless, I caved to the Treeson craze and picked up the black and crying model.

I skipped out on Saturday at the club, since Mike and I broke up, I’ve been wary of going out and dealing with fallout. I thought for a moment that since we ended things amicably that everything was ok, turns out he back to his bitter self again, this time talking about his “whore of an ex husband running off and fucking the Canadians,” and how “he should break up every week, he feels so good.” I’m trying to not let shit like that affect me, it just sucks to see another ex go the shady route. least I didn’t have to break his ribs… yet.

• Lisa Lampinelli
  
• Wid Gas Masks
• Treeson