This week we check in with a blogless Marty Beckerman!

BHR: Sooooo…what did you think of the Michael Musto bash?

MB: As you know, Rob, I attend parties with gays, trannies, and male prostitutes all the time; out of all those parties, yours was easily the best. And the worst.

BHR: Tell me about it! Your high/low points?

MB: High point: the open bar. Low point: speaking to you.

BHR: Shuddup. I’m nice. I see you shut down your blog last week — what’s up with that?

MB: I was putting too much time into it, which distracted me from bigger (for example, money-making) projects, plus I’ve recently come to realize that I’m too young to have a solidified political worldview. Too many of my opinions have shifted in the last few years — from left to right and then back to the center. It’s strange to distrust your own convictions because you’ve been wrong before; it’s like this one time, late at night, I was flipping through TV channels — this was New York cable after midnight, so anything goes — and came upon an attractive redheaded woman fondling her own naked breasts. Naturally I began to “relax,” if you know what I mean, when suddenly the camera panned down to the redheaded woman’s erect penis. How do you trust your instincts after an experience like that? How do you let your guard down? How do you stop asking what if I’m wrong?

Anyway, I might start the blog again soon with less of an emphasis on politics, and more of an emphasis on the tranny parties that I’m attending these days thanks to you.

BHR: Can you continue doing Tuesdays with Marty?

MB: As long as I shall live.

BHR: Do you want a casket cam when you die?

MB: So my family can watch in horror as the maggots devour my intestines and burrow deep into my eye sockets?

Yes. Absolutely.