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uppers and downers

uppers



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grocery list

1. Diet Coke

2. Coffee
3. Milk
4. Ice

5.Bread

6. Cake

7. Kleenex

8.Bananas

9. Snacks

10. TP
11.Fruit

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*r.i.p.

social register

1. Monsieur Charles de la Toblerone: Chocolate scion, Rosicrucian, sodomite, gentleman.

2. Dr. Edward McAllister: Second explorer of the Antarctic pole in lady's hose and garters.

3. Mr. Thomas X. Carlisle IVII: The noted poet, philatelist, palimpsester, and pornographic model.

4. Mr. Edmund Bradford, Esq.: Mustachio artist, new president of the Daughters of the American Revolution.

5. Mr. John Alexander Smythe and his husband, Mr. Henry Smythe-Smith: cough drop magnates.

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Sylvester

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The last time I was in a gay bar....

the crowd half heartedly sucked down vodka tonics and lite beers, blankly watching the same tired videos of the same tired d-list divas that have been in constant rotation since the Pleistocene age.

Then this came on.
And everyone woke up.



Isn't it wonderful to know that no matter what sex, race, creed, sexual orientation, class or age, some beautiful things can bring us all together as one (and crack a baseball bat in two)?

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Paris Match

Today, on a whim I bought a few old French magazines from a consignment shop. I couldn't resist. I fully intend to pretend to read these one day, at a cafe...just as soon as I can find some Gitanes and a fishermen's sweater. Des modes de 1959 pour les jolies femmes (or something)

quelle scandale!

My favorite article....the jeune homme timide (Jacques Charrier [Mr. Bardot, at the time, I think]) is adorable. How does one say "Aqua Velva" in French?

"Blizzard Flap"!

Harriet Carter's gone French!?

This picture of Sophia, "blonde et maigre", is worth the $1.50 right there, non?

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till the cow comes home

The other day I rolled up the boring beige carpet I'd had for the past four or so years. I gave it a good vacuuming, a good beating...and a good washing with soap and water...and then I gave it to Goodwill.

I'd intended to put it back, all clean and fresh, but before it could even dry, my fickle heart saw something else.

I'd seen some cowhides on sale locally, and finally decided to break down and buy one. I'd even solicited my uncle to see if he could send me one of the hides of his own cows, but that proved to be foolishly complicated.
If only he raised zebras!

Anyway...I'd missed out on buying one (for cheap!) when I was last in Houston, and regretted it ever after. So I wasn't going to let it slip away this time. I managed to get 10 percent off too.

It's kind of like having a pet.



I call her Daisy.

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Head in bed

What I'm reading currently



So very gay.

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best fortune cookie fortune I ever got

Damn well spooky how accurate it is.

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advanced style

watch and learn.

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prom season

overheard 7 a.m:
"Girl, I want my nails so long I won't be able to wipe."

"Yeah? What color you gettin'?"

"Well, beige don't look good wit a white gown. So, I dunno...sum'in erngee...or raid."

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happy peenee!

So I've been happily visiting with the ever gracious Mr. Peenee while he visits his old haunts. Are you jealous? Because you should be.


I've been learning so much history about where to get a blow job back in the day my hometown that I just never knew! It's all been very informative. As you've probably guessed, Peenee is a raconteur of the first order. We and his lovely friend Rich had lunch at Commander's Palace on Sunday, where the waiter haughtily informed Peenee that the chef did not serve rice with their gumbo. "The chef considers it filler," he sniffed. Have you ever? Unheard of! Thankfully, he found himself some decent gumbo out in the Marigny last night. I was very relieved.

He seems to be doing the best thing New Orleans has to offer, eating fried food non stop. It's what passes for entertainment around here. Tonight, I took him to have a shrimp poboy and a Barq's. We got trapped there by a ferocious New Orleans thunderstorm, however. No problem, just another Barq's and some more gossip. Very lovely.

Anywho...it seems that today is our blessed Peenee's birthday. I hope he doesn't mind my announcing that. Please join me all in wishing him a good one.


(Image above courtesy of thombeau. It's the third google image when you type in "Mr. Peenee". I'd expected (hoped for) porn, but then maybe that's what this is after all.)



Here (below) is the cake one of peenee's lovable but simpleminded houseboys, Attila de Devereaux, cooked up for the occasion. I'd asked for a "sheet cake". Poor thing, his heart ass was in the right place at least, right?

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