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Brando with balls.

Paul by the pool

Cooper in a mood.


Bobbing in the pool.

Monty with his pick.

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book report

Last night was the third meeting of the bookclub I joined a few months ago.
It also was my turn to "lead".
The book I'd chosen was Peter Cameron's Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You.

I hadn't read it before, but the reviews were good, so I figured this would be a good way to force myself to read it. It did.

I loved it. You should read it too, you know, if you like that kind of thing.

My fellow bookclubbers, however, didn't. They didn't like the protagonist because he's kind of a snarky loner.

Of course, I take this as a personal affront. How can I not?

It also doesn't have a neat tidy happy ending...or a clear cut moral.
The first book we read was The Alchemist, which everyone loved.
(wtf?)

I hated it, but at least I had the politeness to keep that to myself.

Anyway, not everyone hated it....but enough.
I don't know.
I did manage to get some good provocative discussion out of the book, however, so that was good.

So who was there, you ask? Oh, you didn't? Tough, I'm going to tell you anyway .

Actually as I'm sitting here I realize that I could easily simply edit an earlier post about another group of gay men. ...ok about every group of gay men.

My list of the 14 people you meet in gay groups really seems more accurate than even I realized.

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more stuff I need right now

A gal pal

A new scale



My Little Edie via


The Life of Christ in Cats

I-scream spoons

A new car

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Just a few of the celebrity sightings

seen this weekend at Decadence:

Jody Watley with a pencil moustache*, strutting with his back up dancers down St. Ann, looking for a new love, no doubt.

(*artist's rendering by me)

Aretha Franklin, chatting up Rubberdog (whose rubber dog mask was on his face rather than his fluffy white flabby tail, unfortunately)


Gay Ernest Borgnine (seen by mean dirty pirate)


The brother of this tie, (last seen in 1988). Hanging above a very large white floppy stripper's very large white floppy penis. Tie and penis were both "dancing" on the bar at Good Friends.

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in some good news

I opened my mailbox this morning to get lovely surprise:

It took me a while to realize what it was. It's an elephant hair bracelet, from Africa. It's made of the "naturally shed" tail hair of an elephant ("no elephants were harmed in the making of this bracelet," the little mimeographed note wants me to be sure.
Somehow I suspect that's because it's from a giraffe or a mule or maybe the "naturally shed" weave of that tranny on St. Ann, but anyway)
It is real hair of something, that I can tell. Don't look a gift elephant in its ass I say.

On the back of the note, written in red ink is a little note from whomever shipped it to me, thanking me and telling me to be careful when adjusting it and to wash it in shampoo)

I'd sent some money to some children's charity in Africa a few months ago, and this was their thank you.

I don't know if it's unisex, I think it is...but I'm going to wear it anyway. I like it. Of course, someone will inevitably make a comment about it being "faggy" to wear a bracelet, (as happened to a friend of mine a while back, and I don't even mean in high school!) but screw it, I like it.

It's supposed to "bring luck and love"
Even if it is possibly fake, I'll take fake luck and love, if that's all I can get.

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