You may have noticed things tend to get a little somber around the cherrymagic.com offices during the winter months. Hey, so we have SAD and we refuse to take our SSRIs. So sue us.

No matter. Spring is in the air - or in the almanac, at least; and we’re feeling a bit more cheery. We’re still disoriented, though, so this issue is a mish-mash, in the finest sense of the word. You want poetry? We’ve got poetry. You want art? We’ve got art. You want soft-core porn? Watch Cinemax. (We do talk about sex in this issue, though. It’s up to you to decide whether it gets you off, or not. And we know that’s incorrect usage of “whether” - we did it on purpose.)

Yeah, we get a little wiggy this time of year. ‘Tis the season of lesbian orgies, the consummation of long-distance love, little flower-thingies popping through the earth, and the sowing of the seeds of chaos yet to come. Oh, and Mardi Gras is at the end of the month. Show us your tits!

See you in March -

xoxoxo
gooey & Mishi

t has been so long since I have talked to you guys I do not know where to start……the move to Austin has been a blessing in my life…so much so I have had a bit of writers block. Then I realized “HEY!” I got something to say!!!I am driving down Lamar in the wonderfully open city of Austin TX and the radio is Playing DIFFUSER……..and the musical “Oklahoma” is performing at the Paramount Theatre……but the best things is that Billy Joe Winghead plays @ the Hole In The Wall at least once a month (more than they play in Tulsa anymore HA HA) and with SXSW coming to town I start to wonder………WILL TULSA GO AWAY? EVER??????????????

It is just one of those thing I have figured out!! You can take the girl out of Oklahoma but the stalkers there will never leave her alone!!!!!!

This has been on my mind too……why do you feel so isolated when you move. I really don’t care that I don’t really know anyone (not like going to the Bowery at all), it is that no one knows the goo…i introduce myself by my fucking given name…why don’t I say GOOEY my name is GOOEY…

So what have you all been up to? TALK TO ME…tell us how you all have been…do you still love us? Cuz if not……(EVIL laugh) you might not get in on the “Project”…yes yes yes

The weather was 70 degrees today and we cooked out, had beer and watched the All Star Game……HOCKEY RULES…I only went to 1 Oilers game the whole time I lived in Tulsa (13 years) and my date even sucked and not in a good way!!! So i went to an Ice Bats game with Chris, Dan, and Dave………those crazy cats………we go out for a “smoke” break and yell at the ref’s and opposing players as they walk to the trailer of a dressing room…oh yeah ONLY in Texas will the hockey arena be in the middle of a cow pasture/Rodeo grounds with trailers as dressing rooms and no one thinks something is wrong……

OH MY GOD did I have so much fun when Jim and Mishi came down for Rent. Chris is so happy that he has seen Rent now and gets all our inside jokes, laffs, and tender moments. It was just a wet wet rainy day but through Jim and Mishi’s eyes it was a warm spring day. I really thought I was going to laff my head off…it is so funny how we take so many things for granted. When I had some really black days in Tulsa I was so lucky to have had them with Mish! We would laff and find so many things to be happy for and to strive for and to know that we had the ring of brass stuck up our ass and to say hey I will reach for it soon… I just didn’t realize (I thought I did) how much Mishi has loved me, taught me, cared for me, helped me, yelled at me =), listened to me, tuned me out, had so much patience for me, showed me, smiled, and most of all she liked me still!

So I toast my friend, TO MISHI and all the work you have done on Cherrymagic, may all our dreams come true, and to all a good life.

My hopes for all of us are plain, and my dreams are in color.

I have seen colors I have never seen before and they are REAL.

So to all my Cherry friends, let’s make this year an outrageous year of Xploration.

Your goo*

I woke one morning last week to the sounds of lesbian lovemaking being broadcast over the radio. (God, it’s cool living in a real city.) The morning show gang was visiting a Nevada brothel as part of a contest called “Temptation Cathouse”, and did the kind, public service of demonstrating the effects of some kind of turbo tongue device. Believe me, once I find out what it’s called, I’ll tell you. I had the eroscillator in hand (and elsewhere) even before I made coffee - and if you know how I feel about coffee, you know that’s something.

So let’s talk about sex. It’s really big these days, thanks in part to that ever-present box of flashing pictures - the old fashioned one, I mean. Television shows like Sex in the City and Queer as Folk were pioneering in their own charming ways, but they’re on cable. Now we’ve got Temptation Island: Primetime. Local networks. Strawberries and nipples, opposite Drew Carey. It’s getting harder to be a deviant. (more…)

So Venturi and I traveled to Austin, Texas this past weekend, and it was both awesome and horrendous. The horrendous part: Vanguard Airlines. Never, never, never, ever fly with these people. I was going to make a mission of watching their stock drop, until I discovered it’s trading at about a dollar fifty. Hint: This is not a good buy. It’s more like a good-bye.

So, enough bitching - the actual visit with the goo and Chris was wonderful, although too short. We arrived late Friday night (very late, thanks to Vanguard - but again, enough bitching) and went to the kids’ pad and drank beer and caught up on stuff and stuff. Supposedly, Dan (this issue’s featured artist) was asleep in the next room.

The next morning we sat around yakking and being silly and drinking too much coffee (”A Taste of San Antonio” - yum!) and not seeing Dan, until it was time for me and the goo to attempt to procure $20 Rent tickets. It was raining, but it was warm, and walking beneath the canopy of Live Oaks at the UT campus was delightful, even though we were lost. When we got to the ticket office just after noon, we learned that we would have had to arrive at eleven - the night before - to get in on the front-row seats. We also learned that the evening perfomance was sold out. In a moment of madness, we sprung for $50 matinee tickets. At least that got us close enough to see the performers’ eyes.

We went back to the pad, broke the financial news to the boys (Chris’s friend Jason was there, but not Dan), and shoveled down some quickie-bake crescent rolls, then headed back to UT and the Performing Arts Center for Mishi’s fourth, gooey and Venturi’s third and Chris’s first Rent experience. In yearbook terms, a good time was had by all. We even resisted the temptation to stalk the cast - this time.

The rest of the weekend was good, old-fashioned, beer-and-pizza comraderie. Dan finally emerged, we watched a lot of TV and talked over most of it, and we put away maybe one or two too many beers. Perfect.

Most of Sunday morning consisted of the goo and I plotting Project Cherry. (The first rule of Project Cherry is, you don’t talk about Project Cherry. Just keep your eyes open for the Cherrification project nearest you.) Then, too soon (though very delayed) it was time to head back to the airport. Venturi and I hated to leave the wonderful climate; kittie folk Wookie and his new little friend Puck; and most of all, our dear friends goo, Chris, and the alleged Dan - but this was, no doubt, only the first in a series of travels up and down I-35 - via automobile or any airline but Vanguard.

Until next time, xoxoxo
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