Mamma & Pappa

I just love it when Mamma Biscuit uses her Pappa’s hands as a platform to lift herself up high so that she can view her surroundings. She’s such a nosey pug. Tommy’s palms allow her just enough stability as a platform to look out onto the crowd at a party. Here is Mamma having a moment with her Pappa doing just that at a birthday party out in New Jersey this past weekend. Tommy’s goddaughter Sydney just turned four years old and Mamma wouldn’t dare miss her birthday celebration—especially since Sydney specifically requested her presence. All of the kids were running around and the aroma of sheet cake, Capri Sun drinks and vegan cupcakes got Mamma so excited she could barely keep control over her tongue! No worries though, she got to lick some icing—our little gremlin always gets a taste.

On a side note, we love that Sydney mispronounces Mamma’s name. She calls her Mamma Basket instead of Mamma Biscuit and that just tickles the crap out of us!

Enjoy

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Hip-Hop Mamma!

Mamma B. is bringing ghetto realness here with her canine bling pendant. Our bitch brings all the boys to the yard and damn right it’s better than yours—she can teach you, but she’d have to charge! M. Biscuit may have gotten you all accustomed to a high-end couture personality but at heart, she’s from around the way. That’s right—Mamma’s got extensions in her hair, bamboo earrings, at least two pair. A Fendi bag and a bad attitude! She walks with a switch and barks with street slang, we love it when Mamma ain’t scared to do her thang. Standing at the dog run gumming on a lollipop, once she gets jumping its hard to make our puggie stop. She likes to dance to the rap jam. She’s sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams—honey coated complexion, using Camay. Lets hear it for Mamma B. she’s from around the way!

Ruff Ruff, WORD!

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Happy Daddy’s Day!

So today is Father’s Day—a celebration of fatherhood, paternal bonds, and the influence of fathers as a whole in our society. We all love our dads (well, some of us do) and certainly Mamma Biscuit loves us as much as we love her. However, instead of highlighting the obvious—of how loving and supportive fathers are (generally) to their children and to their respective partners (all while conjuring up cliché images of neckties, Weber barbecue grills, cuff links and lawn mowers) we have decided to honor the real Daddies of our world. Yes, It’s June, Gay Pride month and Father’s Day is the perfect day to celebrate Folsom Street East here in NYC and to recognize the true hero and Icon in the gay world—a man who gave us the blueprint for The Daddy as well as contemporary male style and body image—Tom of Finland.

Tom of Finland (May 8th, 1920 – November 7th, 1991) was a Finnish artist who was widely known for his stylized androerotic and fetish art as well as his tremendous influence on late twentieth century gay culture—an underground culture that turned mainstream in my opinion. The men depicted in his drawings are hyper-masculine, sexy and in total control of their bodies and their desires while maintaining a level of apparent tenderness between traditionally tough, masculine roles and scenarios, or playful smiles in sadomasochistic scenes. All of Tom’s male characters are unashamed of their sexuality, their masculinity and their brotherhood as heroic, gay men—a positive social/political message that comes through in his photo-realistic drawings that subverts stereotypes of traditional male gender roles. Within these drawings, Tom produced an array of iconic men that gave gay men worldwide a proud and positive masculine identity that they so desperately lacked in a homophobic world—and this identity continues to flourish today. Unfortunately, many men would also debate this “positive” identity with the negative Adonis Complex that seems to plague gay men on a universal level. While I can agree that the bodies depicted in Toms’ male figures are extremely idealized and rather unattainable, the overall dialogue and symbolism behind these same men in context to their respective fantasies are one of strength, unity and pride.

Mamma Biscuit is no stranger to such men. Aside from having two daddies (pun intended) that subscribe to the ToF aesthetic, simply walking with her down 8th Avenue in Chelsea alone can attract and bring any big, burly leather stud to his knees (again, pun intended). There is nothing that I enjoy more than watching a muscle-bound Kake look-alike oohing and ahhing and screaming like a nelly (I say that word in the nicest way possible) in reaction to Mamma’s unbearable cuteness. Come to think of it, big leather daddies are all that Mamma seems to attract in gay New York. I guess her epic tongue really “speaks” to this group of guys and there certainly isn’t any complaints from our end, that’s for sure!

So today we plan to celebrate Daddy’s Day by leafing through Tom’s incredible work in TASCHEN’S Tom of Finland XXL book. Bigger is better and this extra-oversized archive is the ultimate Tom of Finland experience! Gay Pride is a week from today and Mamma needs to brush up on her hanky codes, her uniform codes and references and to simply enjoy the perfection that is every cowboy, state trooper, police officer, suit, construction worker, muscle punk, lumberjack, biker, street hustler/cruiser, sailor, logger and all other blue collar men within this extensive archive of art! The following are some of Tom’s work that Mamma has selected for your viewing pleasure. These rather tame images come from the Tom of Finland Foundation.



Happy Daddy’s Day everyone—W O O F

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Mamma’s Bohnanza

How did I get behind this hand of cards? I hopped onto Julie’s lap because I thought these cards were edible—boy was I wrong! My poor friend Julie is looking for some advice on which beans she should plant and which beans she should harvest: to bean or not to bean, that is the question and here I am, clueless about all of this bean stuff. Coffee beans, wax beans, blue beans, garden beans—the only beans I think I can relate to are the stink beans in this hand. Yeah, I’m pretty stinky if I get myself into a can of beans. I know, too much information. OK, let me focus on this game (I believe it’s called Bohnanza) but I’m warning you Julie, watch out for my daddy—the big Italian lug sitting across from you. He has a tendency to slip a few cards up his sleeve when no one is looking. He’s Italian, deceiving is a national reflex. Let’s win this round as quickly as possible—it’s been five minutes since my last treat and my tummy is growling!

Snort, Snort!

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Summer reading

It’s been a while since Mamma Biscuit has added a recommendation or two to her book club and since we are knee-deep in beach season (ughh, watch out for that nasty jellyfish invasion), Mamma has two recommendations that will keep you entertained and enthralled during these three months of potential skin cancer. Actually, the two books Mamma intends on recommending here are better suited for a hot, humid and sweaty commute on the ill-equiped MTA subway system rather than a relaxing day at the seashore because of their sheer content however, both are a must-read at some point this summer. Now that God errrr I mean Oprah has retired, Mamma’s input and suggestions for reading material are desperately needed, so here goes.

Life by Keith Richards
In his memoir, Life, guitarist, vocalist, songwriter, and cofounder of the world’s greatest rock & roll band, the Rolling Stones, Keith Richards explains that rock & roll is country and blues music fused together. Aside from Mamma being a diehard Stones’ fan, originally from Georgia, she’s a southern-peach-of-a-belle, so country’s in her blood. And given her puppy mill rearing, one can say she knows a thing or two about the blues. It’s no wonder she connects deeply with Keef, as he’s intimately known, the great rock & roll master. Mamma particularly enjoyed reading little-known facts such as Phil Spector plays bass on “Play with Fire;” that “Start Me Up” was a slow birth of a song, originally conceived with a reggae beat; and although Keith and Mick (aka The Glimmer Twins) generally wrote everything together, Keith, solely, wrote diamonds including “Gimme Shelter” and “Angie.” It’s true; Keith had his share of troubles with drug use. Sometimes it clouded his vision. Sometimes it inspired him to create. More so, Mamma was happy learning he quit the hard stuff years ago. And at sixty-seven years old she’s thrilled that Keith continues to create and perform music today. In fact she gets excited listening to the Stones. Always has. Always will. Through Keith’s vivid memory and deep reflection, she appreciates their music all the more and holds every note closer to her heart, exactly the way the boys intended their music to be from the beginning.

Last Words by George Carlin with Tony Hendra
If there is one thing that Mamma has learned having lived through a puppy mill, it’s being able to find humor in the darkest corner of reality. Being a victim of such horrific circumstances, it’s no wonder she can relate to and appreciate the often politically and socially charged sense of humor of George Carlin. As one of America’s preeminent comedic voices, George Carlin was the man behind some of the most seminal comedy of the last half century. If any of you have heard some of his incredible material such as Religion is bullshit, The American Dream, Stuff, Seven words you can never say on television, We love war or The Ten Commandments broken down (among many others) then you would be well aware of George Carlin’s genius. A comedian that used extremely articulate storytelling, an obsession with words (cocksucker being his favorite) and critical thinking to craft such original humor within the realms of politics, religion, social issues, gender to homelessness and golf—and everything in between. Always fighting for the underdog in his act, George Carlin is practically a hero in Mamma’s big, marble, pug-eyes. In 1993, George Carlin asked his friend and bestselling author Tony Hendra to help him write his autobiography. Within the span of fifteen years, the two discussed Carlin’s life, times, and evolution as a major artist. When Carlin died at age seventy-one in June, 2008, this book was still unpublished. Tony Hendra set out to assemble it as his friend would have wanted it. Last Words is the result—a fantastic book about George Carlin’s crazy life—from his birth (literally), his turbulent relationships with his family, his long struggle with substance abuse to the evolution of his craft as a comedian—all which fueled the unique comedic worldview he brought to the stage. If you are looking to read about an inspirational life this summer, pick up this book. You will find that common sense and logic are pretty fucking hilarious!

We promise, Mamma did not fall asleep in the process of reading these two books as you see in the photos below!

Enjoy

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