The Not So Private (But Still Personal) Diary of Jason Sechrest Host/Publicist/Manager/Journalist/Actor/Singer/Director/Web Entrepreneur/Liza Minnelli.
Boy, does that man know how to throw a party! Chi Chi got into a little verbal cat fight with Lindsay Lohan, danced on stage with Eve and got down on the dance floor with RuPaul. I chatted it up with Levi Johnston about the new Jet Set Men parody, "Getting Levi's Johnson," (he's trying to have a good sense of humor about it but also seems slightly annoyed that it's the thing everyone asks him about all the time) and stood front and center to hear Liza Minnelli perform.
I grabbed some videos from last night too! Check them out below.
Earlier this week, I met someone who I think is an absolute comic genius, Nadya Ginsburg. An Internet sensation, Nadya Ginsburg is most famous for her parodies of Madonna and Cher. There's a few drag queens out there who may have Nadya beat, but it's her hilarious wit and comic timing that sets her apart from the rest. ...Well, that and a vagina.
Nadya has also recently become a fellow West Hollywood bar/club host, helming karaoke at Fubar as Madonna and Cher every Tuesday night. You will laugh so hard, it will hurt. And like any good masochist, you will keep coming back for more.
I'm in fact going to be co-hosting WITH Nadya (maybe I should go as Liza! lol) on Tuesday, April 6th so MARK YOUR CALENDAR and COME OUT to this event! You will NOT be disappointed.
Tuesday, April 6th... it's the only place to be.
P.S.: You may have also caught Nadya on "The Today Show" this week with her parody of Lady Gaga, "Al Roker Face." I'm putting some clips below for you to see just how rad this chick is.
I love the parallels of the song "Baker Baker" when it comes to the life and loves of Brandon Baker.
And I love that I get to forever include myself as one of them.
I also think, for me, it was necessary. I had shut myself off to the idea of relationships and dating people for almost five years. I think I'm ready now and I appreciate the safe environment our friendship provided me to test those waters.
It was a good time.
Baker, Baker... Baking a cake. Make me a day. Make me whole again. And I wonder what's in a day. What's in your cake this time.
I guess you've heard he's gone to LA He says that behind my eyes I'm hiding And he tells me I pushed him away That my heart's been hard to find.
Here... there must be something here.
Baker, Baker... Can you explain, If truly his heart was made of icing? And I wonder how mine could taste. Maybe we could change his mind.
I know you're late for your next parade. You came to make sure that I'm not running. Well, I run from him ...in all kinds of ways. Guess it was his turn this time.
Time... thought I'd make friends with Time. Thought we'd be flying high. Maybe not ...this Time.
Baker, Baker... Baking a cake. Make me a day. Make me whole again. And I wonder if he's okay... ...if you see him, say hi.
While moving, I found these original prints of me a photographer shot on one of the first adult sets I ever covered as a journalist in 1999. That's Nina Hartley sitting on the couch. I remember not knowing these photos were being taken and it being a surprise when the photog gave them to me as a gift a few months later.
"You're going to want these someday," he told me.
When I asked why he said, "You're going to be around for a while."
Not a day goes by that I'm not grateful to the adult entertainment industry for embracing me, an outsider, and making me a part of a real community and family. Though like all families, it may have it's bad apples and may be dysfunctional at times, as they sing at the end of the movie "Boogie Nights,""God only know what I'd be without you!"
I needed to wake up with some "Sugar" this morning.
Sometimes a little Tori with your coffee just hits the spot.
Don't say morning's come. Don't say it's up to me. If I could take 25 minutes out of the record books. Sugar. ...Bring me sugar.
Bobby's collecting bees and hammers. He used one on me. A cold war with little boys. Get in with a bubblegum trade.
Sugar, just bring me sugar. I know the robins bring their many things, But Sugar, just bring me sugar. As far as I can tell, I've been gone for miles now.
"And you know and I know, I don't know me very well. And I know and you know, if they found me out."
Just watch. Just watch what they do. Sweet boy when they find you out, tell me what you think they'll do. When they find you've got a little in here, tell me what you think they'll do. When they find you out... find out you're just a pussy.
My sweet boy, my sugar. I know the robins bring their many things, But Sugar, you bring me sugar.
Oh what they did to you... Oh my God. My sweet boy.
The book of my life could easily be divided into chapters of characterized phases wherein I play out different parts of my personality. In each chapter I've seen the world through the same pair of eyes but from a different angle which causes change in everything from my own appearance to priorities, actions to reactions... and often with these have come changes of scenery. I'll be moving to a gorgeous townhouse in West Hollywood tomorrow and one of my best friends and former roommates here at The Mans, Andy Kirra, will be moving in with me.
My time at The Mans, though one of the shorter chapters, will be one I'll always cherish. When I moved here in September 2008, I was so frightened I remember crying my first couple of nights. For those of you just joining our program (or our industry) you'll be surprised to know that until 2007, I was very much a hermit and had fewer friends than I could count on one hand, scared to let anyone too close to me for fear of being hurt. It wasn't until about three years ago that a series of events changed all that for me.
I'd had a bad breakup with a best friend/boyfriend of many years who was like my right hand, arm and leg which left me virtually unable to function not to mention nearly friendless as for many years we lived in a co-dependent bubble. I stayed in bed for about a year until I realized I needed to make some money and when club promoter Anthony Lopez called and asked me to host a show for him, I dragged my ass out of bed and old Liza went back to work. Funny I should say Liza because it truly was a "comeback" of sorts and I soon found myself hosting up to four shows a week in West Hollywood. It proved to be exactly what I needed. It forced me to connect with people for the first time on a genuine level, making me realize how many friends I'd had all along and it also got me to stop wallowing in my self-everything enough to finally be able to choose happiness over the insanity that pursues persistent each day in my head.
I made many many best friends who changed me and my life forever around that time, from Chi Chi LaRue to Joe Hui to Seth Apper. One such friend, Andy Kirra, got me so out of my shell I found myself spending entire weekends crashing in his room at The Mans laughing so hard my sides (and Lord knows, my liver!) hurt by Monday morning. It was like the sleepovers you would have with your best friend as children where you would get all high on sugar and laugh till you cried -- only now it involved booze! Our adventures ranged from the mundane (watching YouTube clips over and over) to absolute unbridled insanity (we tried to kill someone once) and I never wanted them to end. So when I heard there was an available room at The Mans, I jumped at the opportunity and learned to go from living alone to living in a big house with seven people. Though scary as hell, Andy and his husband at the time, Tristan Mathews, helped me to feel very needed there (we were really The Three Musketeers, for a while) and that took me out of myself and my own petty fears.
I made many other friends living at The Mans too who I hope to have in my life forever, from Dan to Michelle, Lelia to Mary to Erik to Quinn.
Living at The Mans taught me to be a better friend to people and to not need to control the people around me as much. In fact, many times, I learned to even stop trying to control my own life so much. And losing control can be a beautiful thing, in proper doses! I learned to entertain and throw great parties, on a large scale at nightclubs as well as more intimate evenings at home. I learned to stop basing my self worth in my work or my appearance, discovering that who I am has nothing to do with what I do or what I look like. I learned my limits - with work, with partying, with family and friends.
A series of great things happened for me professionally during my time at The Mans too! I'm now a full-time manager of gay porn superstars, having launched DV8 Casting. Meanwhile, DV8 Public Relations has seen a resurgence in clientele working regularly with Channel 1 Releasing, Erica McLean, Club Dean and many others. I'm also proud to say JasonCurious.com profits are higher than they've been in several years since I've returned to daily blogging and since the debut of our portals FreeChiChi.com and FreeFalconStudios.com.
I also fell in love with a long-time best friend, Brandon Baker and he manages to fulfill me, near, far or wherever he are. *wink* (Copyright PartywithBrandon.com)
With love in my life, friends at my side and my career at what is probably an all time high, yet again the changes in priorities begin and with it, a change of scenery. But this time, it feels like piece by piece, all of the fragments of the chapters past, all the many personalities, are suddenly settling comfortably into one being.
It's a wonderful feeling.
Below are pics of my new townhouse in Weho! They are not, however, my furniture. LOL... These photos were taken before the gay couple who lived there prior to me moved out. And they were, apparently, stuck in the 90's. However, I DO very much approve of the way in which they laid the place out! So that will stay the same.
