The Black Strap-ons

GenArt NYC 2009: assholes & clowns

2009-04-10T10:00:00.000-07:00

ummm not an asshole or a clown a couple of douches.
a textin asshole.
a youtube clown.
not an asshole nor a clown. the truth.
a bear clown
an asshole & clown q&a.

Pepa town, VA da country

2009-04-01T20:25:00.000-07:00

granny preparing the herbs.
now we can smoke da herbs. a home made white trash jurnt.
the pregnant father-n-law.
"i can't wait for the disney cruise yall!!!"
this party is ova. and donzo.

A Hard Day at Work.

2009-03-23T20:30:00.000-07:00

the hotel sweet! old school floral is a good retreat.
the shoot. so LA.

I'm a lady?

2009-03-21T20:13:00.000-07:00

Lady.
Lady.
Gay man in a LADY's body.
Tranny.

NEW MOMS ON THE BOOK...kinda annoying

2009-03-11T12:43:00.000-07:00

I think it's safe to say that pretty much anyone who can compose an email is on Facebook. What started out as a college social networking site has become the American friendship connector to your past, present and your future. But when do the friend requests cross the web line? Being a single girl living in New York City, it's nice to have my family on Facebook. I catch up with my cousins, nieces, and nephews. I look at their photos and comment on the mommy and me status updates. The question is though, do I want to do that with Stacey Crisco, mother of three who loves her husband of seven years and all things blue? The same Stacey Crisco who I haven't seen or talked to since 4th grade?? NOT AT ALL. Sorry Stacey.

You see, lately I've noticed an influx of friend requests. What used to be the usual suspects of the random guys I've dated has turned into a mommy brigade. And these are not my real friend's becoming new mothers. No, these are the mom's I went to elementary school with, who I have not uttered a word to since our fourth grade graduation. So, why would I want to be your friend, mom? New moms are eager to be on Facebook. It's the 15 minute escape from reality, also know as motherhood, only to talk about, you guessed it - motherhood. I'm proud that your a mom. In fact, if you're happy you're a mom, I'm happy for you. I just don't want to see your status updates about the next time you plan on breastfeeding or know when you posted 250 family photos of everyone in that traditional "say, Facebook" pose. You know the one. The straight line of people with their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders in size order all smiling directly towards the camera. And I don't care to see your comments about arranging playdates and nanny horror stories. So, for all the new moms out there on Facebook, here's a clue:

Next time you go to friend someone you haven't seen or talked to in over 18 years and this person has no kids and lives in a different city than you, rethink it. Because in the end, we are both two very different people. Two people who would never be friends in the real world and on Facebook.

ppphhhootoooshooooot!

2009-02-20T20:53:00.000-08:00

oh, just a random february night with an old ass camera.

valentines day looks a little desperate

2009-02-14T10:24:00.000-08:00

a salt and pepper explosion.
does anyone want to play with me? im fun.
what! yeah, i planned this party.
do you like my pink shirt? i bought it on hipsterlooks.com
one of these things is not like the other.
investigating reporting duo.
protect me jimmie. protect me.
a breezey cigarette break.
the night is ova!

a 2/10 birthday

2009-02-11T06:54:00.001-08:00

throwing out gang symbols on my day- boo-ya-ka-sash!!!!
the table.
the macho mustache men.
the mustache women.
casting call: looking for 70's porn star.
WANTED!
me amigos!
lady ga ga.
get up boys.
the artist of the night.
babycakes eating babycakes!
cheers to my day. my birth. and next year!

January is Dull--NOT x2!

2009-02-02T11:24:00.000-08:00

We painted! Go Green!
We received funny stares.
We were missed.

We danced in these shoes!

Dancing is a gift.

2009-01-28T08:08:00.000-08:00

Silver Ball of Social Suicide

2009-01-25T18:29:00.000-08:00

the bouncer. swipe.
prom king and queen.
i think people really have committed suicide here. sad.
the finger sums it up.
the silver school of social work womanizer.
the pastor gets down.
south florida style.

one order of babaladouche coming right up.
facebook.
the view.

where da gold at??

2009-01-16T07:50:00.000-08:00

Only in Nawlins baby!

We be gettin dat fedex express nah.

January is Dull.

2009-01-14T11:10:00.000-08:00

Winter naked trees.
A few members of TBS got the common cold. How uncommon!
Find the sock. A night of a runny nose can lead to tissue throwing contest.
We did the bear dance.
We met Sasha Fierce!

My Conan Go Bye Bye Goodbye.

2009-01-09T08:59:00.000-08:00

Watched you since before I could drink.
You had me at "Keep..."

Moved to New York seeking everything.
Knew that the conezone time would change.
Send emails every other day to get tickets to the last shows.
Cheers, Mr. O'Brien....
...for being the king of late night....nip touch.

Food for Thought

2009-01-06T10:36:00.001-08:00

My kisses are fruity and give you a buzz.

Food for the week. All the drinking essentials in this fridge plus some condiments. Makes the world go round...you know!

A Feelin Phila

2009-01-02T13:10:00.000-08:00

Small, close, and historic brotherly lovin.
That's not the only thing he put in his nose that night.
2009za!!!!!!!!!
This is every Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
Scrapple not included.
Junk art. The best kind in these times.
Ummmmm...definitely not the real bourbon st.
Philly loves Rocky.
I order wit cheese.

Sunday Tranny Sunday!

2008-12-16T13:51:00.001-08:00

Trannys know how to work that computer camera.
Aw, you look so trannilous! My little trans dolls.

I see london, I see france, I see tranny under pants.
"Hey tranny its tranny! Wana go get brunched later?"

Cokie Head Party

2008-12-16T12:26:00.000-08:00

We didn't eat one cookie. But we will party with them.
The star of this party.
Is everyone in plaid? Seriuosly, we must be in Brooklyn.
Someone hold this po' ole granny up! Old lady forgot her damn crutches again.
Another plaid groupie. We had so many...he was the cutest.
She will be the TBS stepford wife! Once she finishes NYU.

Going green is the new black.

Old granny lady likes to touch her tiny little small, minature size nips after a few cups of red.

A perched eagle awaits for his prey to pounce apon.

Do you have the tiger in you? Our managers quarters.

On the first day of Xmasukah my true love gave to me...

2008-12-10T07:59:00.000-08:00

20 thrusts a pumping.
12 jews a jokings.
5 20 bills a wasting.
4 scarves a wearing.
2 girlie groupies.
And a drunk star in a gay bar.

Boston Sucks...just a lil bit!

2008-11-28T11:51:00.000-08:00

TBS raised our glasses to white people, cold weather, and really good colleges.
Shopping in Boston turns you into a turtle.
Good nose pickers and hand gloves...HARVARD gets it man.
Got to love the Boston groupies!
In the middle of sex with Christina and friends always brings out the best faces!

OUT 101 2008

2008-11-18T09:28:00.001-08:00

The best picture taken.

This is us glam-ed out.

Lookin all G. All the time.

Out 101 2008

2008-11-15T17:42:00.000-08:00

Cheers! To sex faces of all kinds.
Real love.
A place where nobody dared to go.
"Who pays you!" "Who made you!"
Doesn't this look like fun?

Out 101 2008

2008-11-15T15:23:00.001-08:00

The man of the night.

My chandelier inspired groupie.

S was roaring up the heat. Waiters stand back!

The Casjzs8h.

The venue. Amazingly glamorous. Lighting and white feathers 1940's old school.

The Best Excuse Ever!?!

2008-11-11T08:32:00.000-08:00

you'll never believe what happened to me last night.

here's what happened:
earlier in the day, Frank, Alex and I went to the "Battle of the Marching Bands" at Tad Gormley stadium.
I thought frank would love it, bc of how much he loves the bands in the parades. so it was my idea.
it was supposed to be 12 bands from local schools in nola. like st.aug, easton, etc.
so..
we got tickets ahead of time, and we went.
well, upon arrival it becomes clear that we are 3 of maybe 12 white people there and thousands of black people.
but we're cool. whatever, we love marching bands.

it started out lame, then got really fun.
soldja boy was there performing, along with Doug E. Fresh. and others.
by the end, everyone was on their feet in the packed stands, dancing and singing along, etc.

well, we were getting cold and thinking we would leave a little before it was over. it was dark.
so, we got up to leave and went down under the stands, like in the concession area.
there was a ton of people down there and we started milling around in the crowd, watching the "fashion show" that is was to see all those people there and making our way to the exit gate.
when suddenly the entire crowd started running and screaming from behind us!
so frank grabbed my hand and we started running too.
it was madness!
ever seen that movie Cloverfield?
yeah. kinda like that.
while running for our lives, frank and I and a bunch of people in this one spot fell. we got trampled by other people running over us. ambush. madness.
i skidded on my right hip. cement on skin. scrape. bruise.
i lost both my shoes.
we got back up and kept running. barefoot.
we didn't hear gun shots, but everyone was ducking and running low. screaming.
finally, we hid behind some cement columns, but we were still in the gate. no easy way out.
then, another wave of people screaming and running, so we ran again! up back into the stands, where the show had stopped and the fear was spreading. then again, after a short moment to breath.
another wave of running! people started rushing the field. jumping the stands, running across the field.
other people were just standing in bewilderment.
so, we jumped over the bars and ran across the field too.
found another gate at the far end of the field.
so, with a small crowd we fast-walked out that gate.
the whole time, saying, what the fuck!?!
cops looking like idiots.
nobody knowing whats going on.
we got the fuck out of there.
walked back to the car.
my hip bleeding. me limping.
somehow ALex kept up with me and Frank and we didn't lose each other.
we were freaked out.
drove home slow.
nothing on the news or internet about it.
super weird.

we went back to Alex and Sarah's house and made dinner.
we were too freaked out to go out after that.
especially to the saint. coudn't be in a crowd.

uh.

i've never been in a situation like that.
it was crazy.

I'm fine though. frank cleaned me up when we got home. just a scrape/bruise on my hip.

more later.
got to go to the studio now.

love,
bec

Thursday Night Fun.

2008-11-07T08:32:00.000-08:00

We are random.

We are fun.

We like to dance.

Thursday Night.

Oh, Thursday Night.

TBS loves Thursday Nights.

Check out the clip to see our moves.

Can I get 1 mic?

2008-11-04T07:19:00.000-08:00

Yes you can if you VOTE!

Be that American citizen and do it. You will like how you feel on the inside. All TBS members and friends voted, so if we did you should too!

Halloween 2008 TBS & Friends.

2008-11-03T07:38:00.000-08:00

Thank you BUD LIGHT for sponsoring. This BUD is for you, us, and TBS lovers. Cheers.
a kiss is just a kiss.

do you know what bloody fingers mean?
mexican love.

Everyday is Halloween.

2008-11-03T06:12:00.000-08:00

a new song in the works.
a discussion among friends. democracy.

who ordered the suspicious package?

TBS is no stranger to dressing up.

winter fashion.

2008-10-30T06:28:00.000-07:00

stop. yield. go.

go slow stop.

its big in europe.

This is how TBS does fast food...

2008-10-28T08:13:00.000-07:00

We don't eat fast food. We use it as an accessory.

Check out the link below to see how.

The Groupies

2008-10-23T08:11:00.001-07:00

The Diplo Groupie.
The G Groupie.
The Conservative Groupie.
The Backstage Groupie.
Our #1 Groupie with partner.

The TBS Manger

2008-10-23T08:11:00.000-07:00

He's all business even in shorts.

S

2008-10-22T13:15:00.000-07:00

B

2008-10-22T13:12:00.000-07:00

T

2008-10-22T13:07:00.000-07:00

3some

2008-10-22T13:05:00.000-07:00

Summer stripes.
Partying and socializing with ourselves.

A Child is Born

2008-10-22T12:48:00.000-07:00

Our 1st photo as TBS. Connections were made that night. It was like a child was born.