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Bill Mullen
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A diary. My oversharing and my drawings. Starring Vampiro, Tiggy and Morticia. With celebrity guests.
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#DearDiary, The Powerhouse in San Francisco is totally fantastic and just what the doctor ordered, to put it mildly. Because we had such an excellent time there Friday night at the Stank Party, we returned the following evening for the Lick It Party. That’s where we met our new friend Daniel, who was dancing on the bar. Daniel is gorgeous and super hot, to put it mildly. Daniel. At the Powerhouse. Saturday, 10/25/25. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
November 8, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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#DearDiary, Friday 10/24/2025. Todd and I drove to San Francisco Friday morning to see Garbage perform at the Warfield later that night. We stayed where we always stay at the Mark Hopkins Hotel where we were given a beautiful room with an absolutely insane view of the city. Because we got to town early, we used our free time to visit the super cool Romer Young Gallery. I purchased an incredible piece of art by Gwenaël Rattke, a wildly talented Berlin-based artist of whom I am a huge fan. We had dinner reservations before the show at our favorite restaurant Florio on Fillmore and we ate almost too much but not quite. Our meal was so delicious that we booked a table for Sunday. When we arrived at the theatre there were backstage passes to go along with our comped tickets. We bought merch and cocktails and we were delighted to discover celebrities in the VIP area. The concert was brilliant. Our pal Shirley Manson was gorgeous and rockstar perfection as always, and the band matched her superstar excellence. Todd was in heaven and so was I, grateful for old friends who rule. We love you, Shirley. After the show, we Ubered down to the Powerhouse on Folsom Street, one of the world’s greatest gay bars. Famously edgy and sleazy and sexy and trashy, it’s also way easy to just hang out there with a drink and people watch, although we spent most of our time eyeballing our hot stuff bartender Max. Max gifted us tequila shots, which made him even foxier. A another magical day in California. I apologize that there is no sad or creepy spin provided here. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
November 4, 2025 at 8:35 PM
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#DearDiary, Louie 3 (10/23/25) I’ve been avoiding Instagram. Every time I make an attempt to scroll through my feed, I keep clicking the paper airplane button to send stuff to Louie. I keep forgetting that he’s gone. And then I have to remember. One Tuesday night when there wasn’t anything going on at the Hellfire, Louie and I wandered over to Mother on Washington Street just below 14th Street to see what was happening at Jackie 60. Louie was wearing what he always wore—blue jeans and jeans jacket and work boots—and when we got to the the club, the door person—Jackie royalty and demimonde diva Hattie Hathaway—informed Louie sternly and dismissively that he could not come in because his outfit in no way on that night or any night met the strict Jackie 60 dress code. Quoting from the bottom line of the house rules posted on the entrance wall and pointing to a photo grid of downtown superstars mounted just inside the club, Louie shout-sneered at our seemingly impervious gatekeeper and to anyone else who might have been listening, “I THOUGHT LEGENDS KNEW NO CODE!” Louie was referring to a portrait of young Louie wearing only white Y-front briefs taken once upon a time by the photographer David Armstrong. The picture was framed and top row center of the downtown superstar grid, sandwiched between images of rockstar Debbie Harry and drag icon Stephanie Strawberry. Hattie Hathaway, with a raised eyebrow and without missing a beat, shout-sneered right back at Louie, “LEGENDS KNOW BETTER!” Then she grandly unhooked the velvet rope for Louie to enter with me following closely behind. “Okay?” He turned and gave me that look. “And is there a problem? Because I don’t see a problem here.” “DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM?” I can still hear him. And I’m laughing. But I’m also crying. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
October 31, 2025 at 11:07 PM
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#DearDiary, Louie 2 (10/22/25) One night in the Meatpacking District, Louie and I spooked a hooker hike up her skirt to sit down and take a break on a fire hydrant on the corner of 9th Avenue and 13th Street. We knew the hooker wasn’t wearing any underwear because her shriveled cock and balls we’re dangling well below her scrunched hemline. After she left the corner to go back to work further west, Louie asked me if I would give him five dollars if he went up and sniffed the damp spot on the fire hydrant where the hooker had been sitting. I responded yes. So he did and I gave him five dollars. More than 25 years have passed since the legendary fire hydrant sniffing, yet every couple of months I’d receive a call or text with the message, “Remember when you gave me five dollars to sniff the stinky pussy fire hydrant?” Less frequently but not infrequently Louie would call or text reminding me of the time we “broke up,” referring to an icy era not long after the fire hydrant incident when Louie didn’t want to be my friend anymore. Although he’d be kind of joking around, I would always apologize each time he brought it up because I knew in his eyes I had been a really bad friend and it was a really big deal for him to forgive me. Saturday night, the night Louie died, Louie sent me eight Instagram DM’s, the last three arriving at 12:41 AM New York time. We’d go back and forth with the messaging; Louie would send between 20 to 30 IG photos and stories a day and I’d try and keep up. Fart videos. Body horror thirst traps. Geriatrics in heat. Insta-celebrity buffoonery. People beating the shit out of each other. People shitting themselves. People that are full of shit. Shit listers who will never be forgiven… To be continued. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
October 29, 2025 at 8:35 PM
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#DearDiary, Louie 1 (10/21/25) Louie and I spent a lot of time hanging out on the loading dock across the street from the Hellfire in the Meatpacking District. We’d sit there spooking the comings and goings for hours and hours until we’d eventually give in and make our way inside. We had nicknames for the regulars. Names Louie thought up. Nina Hagen. Joan Vass. The Cock-A-Roaches. Poppies. And we knew they were spooking us back. I sometimes wondered if they had nicknamed us too, as we were there so often. “There’s an awareness,” Louie would say. One summer night we brought along Missy Rayder, one of Louie’s girls. For years after, Louie and I marveled how Missy legendarily remained unfazed throughout the entirety of the evening, never losing her supermodel cool in the red lit recesses of the dank underground fetish club. Not even when a wrinkly white bearded Charles Dickens ghoul in a diaper and dungeon shackles was crawling around after her on the filthy cement, wiggling his drooly tongue like a dog begging to lick the bottoms of Missy’s feet. I’m pretty sure we included Missy on one of our Foot Friends excursions to the Lure as well. Louie loved that scene, piggy shrimpers paired head to toe and toe to head on rubber gym mats strewn around the leather bar’s floor. Louie referred to it as a “footy suckle.” The footy suckle parties were on Mondays, and the reason I remember this is because Louie and I rarely missed the Monday turkey plate special one block over at Florent. Louie established a 30 minute “grace period” for tardiness even though Louie could easily be 90 minutes late showing up. It is worth mentioning that Louie had genius nicknames for everyone at Florent too. To be continued. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
October 28, 2025 at 11:46 PM
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#DearDiary, I have been feeling so empty and uninspired in regards to my drawing and writing, so I asked Todd for some subject matter from his life in a desperate attempt to get something down on paper. I know it’s probably cheating to appropriate another person’s history for a diary entry, but this is my art and my artist’s license, so fuck it. Something is better than nothing. Maybe. Todd very quickly conjured a memory of a fabulous circa 1989 Detroit adventure involving porn legend Karen Dior and a handful of gay male adult film stars that included Joey Stefano in cop drag shoving a billy club almost all the way up his world famous ass. Even though the real police were eventually called in to break up the good time, Todd’s delightfully lurid story was an easy visual that I had no problem mentally converting to a magic marker cat cartoon. When I urged Todd for more tales from his misspent youth, he got really bossy and controlling, unfortunately forcing me to abort the whole brainstorming session. Places I’d Rather Be. The Nectarine Ballroom. And I’d like to be there with Karen Dior. And Todd. Maybe. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.
October 17, 2025 at 7:46 PM
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#DearDiary, I suggested to Todd that we go to eat at the Japanese place down the hill. I figured that the sushi restaurant would be a cleaner, healthier dinner option for us, rather than the fried and fatty food we’ve been consuming way too much of lately. Todd responded enthusiastically, “That sounds really great! There’s a dish there I love. It’s called Sapporo.” #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
October 10, 2025 at 7:33 PM
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#DearDiary, Places I’d Rather Be. L’Amour. And I’d like to be there with Peter Steele. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
October 9, 2025 at 9:49 PM
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#DearDiary, It felt like we were still moving even though we were permanently out of Manhattan over a year ago, but the dust eventually settled. There was free mental space all of a sudden once the big stuff was finally under control. And I had a little freak out. Todd sat me down and calmed me down. He slowly explained to me that he was thinking we needed to make some little escapes from time to time. San Francisco was the obvious, but perhaps LA every now and then. Maybe even Vegas. Fun road trips and quick plane rides to change it up. Big city fixes. I have been missing something. Ninety-five percent of the time I’m blessed and grateful, but every now and then I crave the edgy. The gritty. The sleazy. The dark and/or funky. Gay stuff. Artistic stuff. Punk stuff. Something wild. Our trip to SF last month was our first healing journey, and it did wonders. We’ve got another mini vacation planned for the end of October and I can’t fucking wait. Todd was right. He gets it. He gets me. Places I’d Rather Be. CBGB’s. And I’d like to be there with Richard Hell. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
October 6, 2025 at 3:33 AM
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#DearDiary, Local News. The vampire rockstar Logan Mason is performing tonight at Lucy’s On Lighthouse In Pacific Grove, 5-7 PM. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
September 26, 2025 at 10:36 PM
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#DearDiary, August 31, 2024. Todd and I took the final flight to our new life in California. I cobbled together my remaining credit card points for two one way Alaska Air business class tickets, and we never looked back. August 31, 2025. We celebrated one year out west and twenty years together at the Old Fisherman’s Grotto on Fisherman’s Wharf in Monterey, a very cool restaurant recommended to us by a very cool local gentleman who happens to be 93 years old. After our meal, the restaurant’s host presented Todd and me with gold “locals only” VIP cards. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
September 22, 2025 at 8:42 PM
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#DearDiary, More new friends in San Francisco… Brandon. At The Edge. Saturday, 09/11/25. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
September 20, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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#DearDiary, We booked a hotel and hired a pet sitter and scheduled a pre-show dinner reservation before driving two and a half hours to San Francisco to see Dale Bozzio and Missing Persons perform live at the DNA Lounge Friday night. When we arrived at the club, there was a color xerox flyer taped to the door saying the concert was cancelled. Although the Missing Persons disappointment totally sucked shit and getting a ticket refund proved to be a surprisingly complicated and frustratingly shady endeavor, Todd and I still managed to have a fantastic, fun filled 3 day weekend in the great city of San Francisco. We even made some new friends. Max. At the Powerhouse. Sunday, 09/12/25. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
September 17, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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#DearDiary, Missing Persons, part 3. When the Kickers of Ass finally dropped me off at my house after the party, Dagmar was polishing off a cigarette in the shadows of her parents’ carport. Dagmar and I spent the next couple of hours dancing to records the Kickers of Ass would have scorned and ridiculed. Thompson Twins and Altered Images. The Selecter. Nowhere Girl and Upstairs At Eric’s. Despite the fact that Dagmar had an infant brother and a crabby 10th grade sister, her parents never gave us any hassle about playing music at 3 AM in their living room. Dagmar and I had these after hours New Wave dance parties fairly regularly, but I remember then and there on that particular night coming to the conclusion that this—whatever this was—was what I wanted and needed my future to be. As opposed to something I did in the dark, separate from my so-called real life. May, 1984–on my way home after freshman year of college to Kansas where Mom and Dad had moved the previous October—I was surprised and delighted to discover Missing Persons in the flesh looking at magazines and buying snacks in a Logan Airport newsstand. Dale was head to toe leopard print MTV super fox glamour perfection. Leopard print spandex and leopard print stiletto boots. Leopard print luggage. Leopard print chiffon wrapped around her delicate silver screen made up face like a punk dream Catwoman Norma Desmond. As the rest of the band observed sternly, beautiful Dale gave me a glossy lipped, high voltage movie star smile when I nervously started up a conversation that included an autograph request. “To Dagmar,” the goddess cheerfully and conspiratorially inscribed on a postcard. Sometimes, when we’d be lying on the beige wall to wall carpet too tired to dance any longer, Dagmar would turn to me with a wicked grin and confide, “You know what, Bill? I’ve got L.A. fever.” And I knew just what she meant. Even though I had never actually been there before. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
August 24, 2025 at 7:27 PM
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#DearDiary, Missing Persons, part 2. I bought the Missing Persons 45 of “Words” because I loved the picture sleeve of the band posing all glam punk future sex with a bunch of artfully arranged mannequins. The set up was hot to me. Like, I was into all of them. The guys too. Like, not more than Dale, but certainly at least almost as much as Dale. The lyric “What are words for when no one listens anymore?” was the senior quote submitted for the yearbook by Dom Macy, a hulking and big boned yet gentle and wallflowery boy who was in my fifth period study hall. Dom’s choice was found hilarious by the entirety of the student body as Dom Macy possessed a terrible stutter. There were sixty-four graduating seniors in my class, yet Dom’s social epitaph is the only yearbook quote I can remember forty-two years later. Respect. At a parents away house party right before or right after graduating, Alison confronted me in front of a large group of semi-inebriated classmates about my friend Dagmar, who Alison had never met. Only I knew Dagmar. Alison was in an unexplainable rage, pink-faced and spitting as she hissed that Dagmar was a lesbian. Alison accused Dagmar of all sorts of second hand abominations, scraps of misinformed gossip that were totally delicious and inspiring to me. Dagmar was a fucking icon. But I hated all the glassy-eyed and wet-mouthed faces staring and bobbing in solidarity at Alison’s shrill indignations. Judging. And I remember nobody coming to my defense. Not even redheaded and good-natured Alan, whose mocking and mincing little brother Timo—the awkward sourpuss behind the Casio keyboard of a dive bar Factory Records poseur wannabe haircut dance band—was the vicious cunt churning the shit rumor mill to begin with. To be continued. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
August 22, 2025 at 8:22 PM
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#DearDiary, Missing Persons, part 1. Our friend Syd texted a Spotify link to a genius 2020 Missing Persons cover of “California Dreaming.” I’ve always preferred the Missing Persons version of everything, truth be told. At the very end of 1982 or maybe the very beginning of 1983, I saw Missing Persons live at the Tampa Theatre in Tampa, Florida where I lived my senior year of high school. The Kickers of Ass—my long banged and hard bargained, imports only Joy Division/Cure/Echo And The Bunnymen centric school crew—did not deem the Hollywood rockstar fabulosity of Dale Bozzio and the boys worthy of their sulky attention in the slightest, so I attended the concert with Alison Lewis, a way less edgy but beautiful-ish in a preppie norm way classmate who was soon to become the full time girlfriend of the redheaded and good-natured Alan Fitzgerald, not a Kickers of Ass but probably my best friend at the time. Alison had freckles and well-groomed Brooke Shields hair and wore a white cotton off one shoulder mini dress when she picked me up in her brown Camaro to go have dinner at Perkins’ Steak and Shake before the concert. I clearly remember being very aware throughout the entirety of the evening that this was in no way a date even though it felt like one by definition. I am not sure to this day if this was a sad thing for me or a total relief. It might or might not be interesting to include that Alison and Alan went on to college together and returned to Tampa to get married and have kids and do whatever else happens happily or not happily ever after. I was turned on to Missing Persons by my next door neighbor Dagmar X, whose taste was impeccable and whose New Wave coolness levels were off the charts. Dagmar was equal parts glamour and danger, and her teenage adventures in Los Angeles and back home on the edge were the stuff of dreams and legends. Dagmar, who went to night school, was my hero and a true grownup in my eyes, even though we were exactly the same age. Dagma…
August 21, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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#DearDiary, Remembrance of things past: Falling in love at Basic Plumbing. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
August 12, 2025 at 6:36 PM
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#DearDiary, Remembrance of things past: Falling in love at the Nob Hill Theatre. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
August 10, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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#DearDiary, There’s only one more episode left of The Gilded Age Season 3, and I don’t think George Russell has taken his shirt off once. I feel incredibly disappointed and ripped off. The very hot and handsome actor Morgan Spector—who plays the divine Mr. Russell—reminds me very much of Todd, and sometimes I get romantic when I watch the show. I told Todd this information, but he just looked at me like I’m talking like an idiot and wasting his time. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
August 7, 2025 at 10:02 PM
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#DearDiary, Channel J, Part 2. #DearDiary, I used to watch so much Channel J. Robin Byrd and Midnight Blue and Men And Films of course, but the advertisements were so great too. The most memorable being the 970-PEEE commercial, obviously. That was like pure genius, high art even. I can’t remember state capitals or my last zip code, but I can still perfectly recite the fabulous 970-PEEE Girl’s fabulous lines more than 35 years later. IYKYK. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen
August 5, 2025 at 11:30 PM
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#DearDiary, Channel J, Part 1. Voyeur Vision was a 90’s after hours Manhattan Cable Channel J program starring Lynn Muscarella, a bubbly and charismatic cutie—think a Long Island Love Boat Cruise Director Julie McCoy—answering viewers’ calls and performing live phone sex on a satiny brass bed for her weeknight television audience which just about always included me. Lynn Muscarella’s look was exclusively non-X-rated lingerie on air, although her fans would go nuts for the not infrequent nip slip or the elusive lace thong loose labia wardrobe malfunction. At some point during every show she’d bust out a giant size vibrator to bring herself and the episode to a climax, but it was only occasionally when she’d incorporate cosplay/role play into her act… like the one time my mother was channel surfing after dinner during a trip to the Big Apple, stumbling upon a close up of Lynn’s bare ass cheeks filling the screen with iridescent hula skirt grass flossing her crack while an anonymous voice was whispering porn perv hoarsely, “I wanna get right up your butt, Lynn.” I was more than surprised when my sweet and conservative little Mom cracked up laughing as I leapt to gain control of the remote before the situation turned too psychologically problematic. Unfortunately, my mother gleefully repeated the “right up your butt” line at breakfast to my mortified father who had thankfully been sound asleep during the simulated Waikiki Beach sand and surf analingus fantasia. In 1991, my boss at Details decided that we should include Lynn Muscarella as a future star in our January 1992 Ones To Watch issue, and I told a delighted Lynn the story about Mom and Voyeur Vision when we photogrqphed Lynn all glam and smiling, wearing a fluffy little Badgley Mishka cocktail dress in a fancy room at the Carlyle Hotel on the Upper East Side. I remember Lynn plunging her face into a silver punch bowl filled with ice before her makeup was applied and I remember her husband Bill Muscarella shou…
August 4, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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#DearDiary, In the middle of the night, a deer came into our yard and made himself a dinner of hydrangea flowers, bougainvillea petals and brand new agapanthus blossoms. The deer even attempted to eat one of the little metal sidewalk lights by the front gate. For dessert, the deer jumped the back fence in order to have his way with a struggling rose bush and a potted smoke tree that I have only just recently planted on the deck at the side of the house #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.
July 29, 2025 at 12:14 AM
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#DearDiary, For almost the past two weeks, Todd and I have both had some version of the crud. Mine has mutated from a bronchitis-ish/lung infection situation that I thought I had cured with a Z pack to a super duper disgusting head cold/flu combo that is plaguing me as I am writing this. Our big concern through the whole ordeal is that we won’t be well enough to attend the annual hot dog eating contest at Lucy’s On Lighthouse tomorrow afternoon, an event we have been looking forward to for months. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.
July 18, 2025 at 8:59 PM
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#DearDiary, I wanted to post more of this kind of thing during Pride month, but things got kind of hectic. Apparently, this is hard to believe. Places I’d Rather Be. Flamingo. And I’d like to be there Dennis Parker AKA Wade Nichols. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.
July 10, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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#DearDiary, NOAH’S ARC: THE MOVIE brought me great joy. Places I’d Rather Be. Bootnanny’s. And I’d like to be there with Miss Genevieve. I’d also like to be there with Noah Nicholson-Robinson, of course. Wade too. #TrueConfessions by #BillMullen.
July 6, 2025 at 8:58 PM