Dinner = Bourgeois Money Stress + Popcorn is a Vegetable + Cabernet is a Fruit

Yes I know how to make an excel spreadsheet. And yes I know how to make a budget and yes I know that I have a money problem. The problem is that I don’t have enough money to get through the rest of the year. I work my day job all the days that are available for me to work. I’ve cut back on most of what I can cut back on. I have not bought proper new clothes or shoes in over a year and most days I pack a lunch. I’ve suspended all travel plans. I rarely go to restaurants and I avoid dating and picking up the tab for the underemployed boy toys I usually like to hang out with. I’ve shredded my favorite credit card and have removed the rest from my wallet. I do not randomly stop at Home Depot to purchase miscellaneous fasteners, building supplies and outdoor plants. I stay away from Dick Blick Art Supply even though the shop is just two blocks away from my psychotherapist where I go every week. I make a conscious effort to avoid browsing amazon.com for books, electronics equipment and everything else. I don’t eat so much -mostly vegetables. I belong to a cheap gym and I drink cheap wine. I dye my own hair.

Perhaps I should have made different choices about relocating/expanding my studio. Perhaps I should have shared my five-year plan with the persons subsidizing the new studio and asked if we were on the same page. Obviously we were not, and now I’m kind of fucked until I can raise more cash. I know I made a bourgeois deal with the bourgeois devil. I’m feeling kind of trapped. I want to scream: Fuck the gentrification that forced to me to relocate! But of course I do understand that many other folks are facing much larger gentrification issues…especially many of my neighbors.

I am happy that I have been able to sustain the fantastic studio where I am currently located. If I were young and cute I would just fuck and suck for the extra needed cash as I had done when facing a similar crisis in the faraway past when I was young and cute. Of course I am still cute – just not so young anymore. So maybe now I just need to meet older (or younger) clients? Or maybe now I just need to sell more art?

How Privileged Are You? 

PISSED OFF – Dominatrixes Against Donald Trump Karnival of Kink

I made these buttons to support the Dominatrixes Against Donald project. If you want to hang out with me tonight I’ll be at this party handing out buttons and encouraging people to make donations to D.A.D.

The Female Supremacy Party presents PISSED OFF – Dominatrixes Against Donald Trump Karnival of Kink … where anything can happen…

Saturday 27 May 2017 @ Tom of Finland Foundation, 1421 Laveta Terrace, Los Angeles 90026

Tickets (0-$250) available here

(Admission is free for press. If you are press, follow the link and RSVP as press and please help promote the project.)

7:30pm Doors Open
8pm Dinner and Wine Served
9pm Belly Dance by Fetish Model Alsana Sin
10pm Play Party in the Torture Garden! Outdoor Play with LA’s Top Dommes!
$20 for 5 minutes outdoor play with the Mistress of your choice
$50 for 15 minutes in the Sick Clinic
$250 to be a human urinal
$250 to be Kidnapped and and tortured in the basement dungeon at The Tom of Finland Foundation.
You won’t know which Mistress or when, but it will be one of these lovely Ladies Introducing Stella Liberty • An Li • Grace Marie • Mistress Marina of the Dominion • Simone Justice and of course Tara Indiana
with a special appearance by Foxxy Lambrusco

Performance + Video + Fine Art
Dulcinea Circelli • Michael Q. Schmidt • Cintia Segovia • Sona Lee Glenn Zucman • John Moletress • Genevieve Belleveau • Peter Kalisch • Isaiah Ulloa • Aliza J Bejarano • Vena Virago • Kendra Cryan • Tom Lasley • Dominic Quagliozzi • Ekashma Das • Stephen N. Adamo • Michael Mercurio • Huitzel • Mellisa Williamson • Katie Herzog • Margie Schnibbe • Eniko Galfi • Gilbert Geefresh + more

Featuring The St. Bob Flanagan Memoral Sick Clinic with Head Clinicians Sheree Rose and Rhiannon Aarons

Funds raised to go to D.A.D

Dominatrixes Against Donald Trump (D.A.D) is a collective of Pro-Dommes and their allies. Our goal is to highlight the hypocrisy, injustice and double standard that’s applied to sex workers and the politicians that hire them. A Dominatrix who pees on Trump can be sent to jail, while Trump can pay to be peed on and he gets to go to the White House.

We plan to use our Dominatrix skills to humiliate Trump online and IRL until he resigns or is impeached.

Our first political action will be a daring performance in New York titled “Pissed Off”. The piece will be a satire featuring Dominatrix Tara Indiana recreating the Russian hooker scandal by urinating on a Trump effigy. Photographer Sheree Rose will document the event and artist Jeffrey Vallance will provide the art work.

Make a donation to the project here

Lynda Says I Should Do Spoken Word?

My friend Lynda  listened to my KCHUNG show live and when we spoke on the phone later that night Lynda said I should do spoken word. I said that I had not thought about spoken word in many years but I was thinking about making a book from the @8pmiam text. Lynda said that I should put my drawings in the book. Wow! that’s a fantastic idea! I never would have though of that on my own. Thanks Lynda for your inspiration!

Prior to doing the show I printed out a text version (in ascending order) to read on paper rather than reading directly from the Twitter account on my phone. Although I had glanced at a few of the entries I had not read the entire piece. And as I was reading I realized that I had very little memory of exactly what I was doing that year. It made me think about why and how we choose to remember what we do and how we forget all the rest.

I do recall that when I was writing these 140 character texts I tried to be as honest as possible. And when I was reading these personal journal entries live on the radio eight years later I felt extremely vulnerable and often humiliated. This was not a fantasy script I could hide behind -this was my life.

Listen to the @8pmiam Margie.LA broadcast  (@8pmiam texts start at approximately minute 14:30)
Listen to more Margie.LA broadcasts



BTW- Lynda is my good friend who makes beautiful hats and hair accessories. Please take a moment to check out her fantastic Etsy Shop 🙂

At 8pm I Am: 365 Days in 140 Characters or Less

For one year from December 2008 until December 2009 I used a Twitter account as a disciplinary device to write about my life. Each day I would record precisely what I was doing at  8pm.  This was my personal and anonymous journal. My name was not attached to the account and my posts were not intended for an audience. On Twitter I refused all followers and I followed no one.  At 8pm I Am was a part of a larger ongoing narrative project inspired by Deleuze’s Cinema 2: The Time-Image (1989).

This had been a tough year for me: the US economy tanked, I ran out of freelance jobs/credit/cash and had to return to a day job I hated. Desperate for cash I auditioned for a reality TV show and ended up a finalist but did not get the gig. My partner of 10 years ran out of money too and took off to his family home in the UK leaving me to pay all of the bills for our house in Los Angeles. Our dog Mickey was sick and dying.

This Wednesday May 24 @ 5pm in Los Angeles (@ 8pm east coast time!) for the first time ever I will read as many of the 365 entries as I can in my one-hour program on KCHUNG. Hope you can join me!

@8pmiam on Twitter

Welcome to My Daily Self-Obsession(s) + RIP Chris Cornell

The other day I told a friend about my new blog and he asked me “What is the theme?” I responded “My life and work… making art everyday since the 90’s.” In the early 90’s people accused me of being too 80’s. Now in the post-aughts I still feel very 90’s. And a sad week for the 90’s it is. RIP Soundgarden’s Chris Cornell. What a senseless and tragic loss. And it’s no surprise that Ativan fucked him up.

When I was at CalArts in the 90’s my schizophrenic boyfriend had a prescription for Ativan. One night after he was released from the psych ward he drove me so nuts that I took one of his pills so I could calm down. I had already been sobbing regularly about the sudden death of my father, and coming home to a crazy dude every night after editing my thesis film and going to class all day was just too much stress for me. So I took one of his Ativans and it made me so fucking wasted- I felt fantastic, warm, fuzzy inside and then I immediately passed out. It was definitely one of the best drugs I’d taken since I was a pill-head in the 80’s.  It was so good it scared me.


Self-Portrait Roaming the Halls of Cal Arts in my Bathrobe & Slippers High on Vicodin and/or Documenting the Names of All the Pills I’d Taken for Pain and Pleasure (from the ‘zine Frontal Lobe #3: Giant Mice Eat My Nuts. published in 1999)

A generation mourns.