If these don't scare the living shit out of you, I don't know what would.
Miss Guided, Miss Treated, Miss Ing Link, Miss Conceive and Miss Take
Last night was about reconnecting with old friends. While sitting there reminiscing about the past, in walks another close old friend. Before the night was over, we had ran into quite a few people. Even some that we were trying hard to forget.
The great thing about good friends, is no matter how much time has passed, when you see one another again you can pick up almost where you left off. We spent the night talking about so many things that we all experienced together. We were quite the group back then. Over the course of time most of us started going our seperate ways and before you know it, we rarely saw one another. We had good intentions of calling and keeping in touch, doing the occasional dinner but it's funny how life takes over and friendships can get pushed back.
We promised not to let that happen again and keep in contact. To be there for one another when we need someone to listen to us or to share an important event.
With all the things in this life that aren't consistant, Friends remain the most consistant part of my life.
They're something that I can't afford to lose.
I hope everyone has a fun and safe Halloween weekend.
I'm finally getting into the Halloween spriit. I'll never be like my friend Alison. She decorates every room, every wall and every surface, including the entire front yard and back yard. Complete with graveyards, skeletons, ghosts, pumpkins, haunted forest and one year a ghostly pirate ship. She's been working on a Halloween book for the past few years. I'm so anxious for her to get it completed and get my copy. We're hoping to make it out to next years party that they put on. Halloween to Alison, is what Christmas is to me.
Mama and Terry came up with a good idea for costumes. We seem to do some sort of really bad drag the past few years, so why stop the trend? Five of us are dressing up as Beauty Queens. I'm going as Miss Treated. Mama is going as Miss Guided. Steven will be Miss Conceived. Brian, I think is going as Miss Shapen. Our costumes will fit out names. We'll have sashes with our names and tiara's. From what I hear, we're even going to strip down out of our formal cocktail dress and into bathing suits.
Of course, no one will be shaving one ounce of their bodies.
I don't know how I get suckered into shit like this.
Just one year, I'd like to go as a hot Roman Soldier, Rambo or maybe even a cute Sailor.
A funny thing happened to me today. If anyone has trouble talking about bodily functions, please go play with something shiney. This post will cause many to grab their weewee's, squeeze real tight and say Ow!
It was 7am and I was standing at the toilet this morning, having my typical morning peepee. All of the sudden, my stream was drastically cut in half and then stopped. I didn't feel as if I was finished going the bathroom. "That was odd", I thought to myself.
About an hour later, I'm standing at the urinal at work. Luckily, no one was in there peeing next to me. There's a few guys there that love to stand there and having a full on conversation. Guys like that drive me nuts.
While struggling to pee, pressure started to build up. Kind of like what happens when you put your thumb on top of a coke bottle and shake. All of the sudden, something moved and out of the head of my dick, shot out a chunk of gravel the size of a substantial piece of gravel. I became pretty light headed and felt like I was going to pass out, not to mention that my penis felt a tad bit raw and sensitive. Are you grabbing your penis (if you have one) right about now?
I look into the urinal and much to my horror was this chunk of something stuck to the side of the urinal wall. My doctor has always said he wanted a sample of whatever decided to fly out of there, so I reached down and tried to get a hold of it. I was able to pick the foreign object up and stood there horrified at the size of it. It was like a partially hard piece of gravel and I kid you not, looked like gold metal. It also crumbled very easily in my hand.
Yes, thats right. I'm peeing gold. My penis is a goldmine.
Since having kidney trouble and stones for the past few years due to my medications and family history this kind of scared the shit out of me. I haven't had any kidney pain since my weekend at the ranch. I just wonder what the fuck it was.
If it is gold, I'm SO going to be rich.
It's bad enough we've had to deal with HIV/AIDS this past 20+ years. Then came the surgence of syphillss cases throwing everyone into a panic the past couple years. Now, there's this "superbug" called MRSA and as the article states, "a staph bacteria that triggers infections so virulent they can - and have - turned deadly within days. They're estimating that this thing could surpass AIDS in the number of deaths?
Hmmm, lets see. They say that you can get this from going to your gym and touching the equipment or taking a shower. You can get it by using someone else's towel or razor. You can go in for something routine at your local hospital. It's possible you could get it due to someone using your computer or phone at work. Hell, you can get this shit from touching the door handle of the mens bathroom after you take a piss.
It's all over the news here in the metroplex since cases of this have been popping up all over area schools. Hopefully, this is something that will die down and be blown over like SARS or the Avian Flu. We all know how the media tries to throw everyone into a state of panic.
I can just see us evolving as a society of people with OCD, never wanting to touch one another and constantly walking around with little bottles of hand sanitizers, rubbing their hands fervishly in fear of being MRSA's latest victiim. What's next, body condoms?
At least I got my disease from having sex. Not because I used the bench press machine after some steroid junkie, just finished his sweaty set.
I'm not into Halloween this year and I don't know why. I'm excited about going to The Ranch and having a good time with friends all weekend. I'm excited about having the husbear home. I'm excited about knowing that once Halloween is over, there's only a few weeks before we start planning our huge Christmas party and decorating the house.
Yet the the thoughts of getting dressed up does nothing for me at this moment. I can't think of any good ideas. We've come up with ane idea, but it's just kind of sitting there and not sure how we're going to fully execute it.
What are you all doing for Halloween and what are you dressing up as?
Inspire me.
It's late. I'm tired. I hate writing at night rather then my normal morning routine of getting to work, grabbing some coffee, reading CNN then writing my daily post. Not having access at work sucks.
I just received a phone call from a friend of mine to let me know that his very best friend and someone who was a good friend of mine, passed way today from complications of AIDS. Damn it seems that I've had this phone call way too much this past couple years. Some were close friends, others were acquaintences. I dated my friend who called me for a few weeks almost 14 years ago. It's how I met Patrick. Handome, vibrant, hilarious sense of humor. Loved throwing cocktail parties for all of his friends. Loved going out, partying and enjoying life. Loved life possibly a bit too much. He never seemed to want to take care of himself after he found out he was positive. He and I would have long conversations about taking care of ourselves and what we needed to do. He would often nod his head and agree, but never followed through.
You can only not follow through on taking care of yourself for so long before the disease takes over. I remember Patrick heading back home to Chicago a few years back. He was getting sick and wanted to be close to friends and family. That was the last I saw of him. I asked my friend if he kept in contact with him. He would get updates ever so often. The last he heard, he was completely brain dead almost a year ago, which from what I understand was probably for the best considering how bad he got the last year. He finally passed away this morning.
I get so angry when I stop and think about someone so wonderful as Patrick, making the decisions that they did in life and dying tragically as a result. When Michael passed away on Saturday July 1st, 2006, it was the same story. They become positive and seem to do everything in their power NOT to take care of themselves. The concept of giving up has been foreign to me since the day that I found out about myself. I was told there was a possibility that I would only have a few years to live but it never crossed my mind to give up.
I just don't understand.
Rest in Peace Patrick.
It's rare when I experience something that leaves me utterly speechless. I've had the opportunity in the past 15 years or so to see so many performers live. Hell, this past year alone I've been able to see The Police, Christina Aguilera, Justin Timberlake, Beyonce, B-52's, Erasure, Scissor Sisters, Cyndi Lauper and a few others. It's been a busy concert year.
Tonight, we got to see Annie Lennox at a small intimate venue on SMU Campus. We took Steven with us as part of his birthday gift. All of us were totally blown away and even moved to tears during certain moments. Being a child of the 80's, there have always been a handful of groups that I followed throughout their career. Even continued with a few when they left the group and went solo. There have only been a few groups that I bought every single single and album they put out and even collected rare and hard to find songs and performances. Annie Lennox was always one of them.
She sang songs from her previous solo albums and a few from her current release which is only a few weeks old. I was fine until she brought out a piano and started playing Here Comes The Rain Again. I wasn't expecting her to play anything from Eurythmics. Yeah, I'm a sap. I couldn't hold back a few tears. I wasn't the only one, so I don't feel like such a dork.
I've always been a person that is heavily moved by music, artwork and theater. Finally getting to see an icon such as her and hearing her perform was something I'll never forget. It's a powerful concert full of amazing songs about war, self destruction, love and HIV/AIDS.
How fitting that we got to see her on the same day as the AIDS Walk. Which by the way, our group's grand total last I heard was over $16,000.
This day goes down in my book as one of the best.
My 2007 AIDS Walk goal of $2000 was met. Actually it was surpassed by one dollar, thanks to the overwhelming generosity of two very special guys. Check it out.
I tried to make sure to personally thank each reader and friend who donated over the past few months. You all know who you are. If for some reason I forgot, again I want each and every person who donated to know how much I appreciate everything you all did.
It means more to me then you ever know.
For those still wanting to donate, we have up until the day of the walk which is on Sunday, October 14th to raise money. Please click the link at the top of the left hand column.
Our Rainbow Ranch team that I'm a part of has raised so far, a grand total of $11,600. These guys totally rock.
I don't like writing post about this sort of thing, but it's been heavily on my mind the past couple weeks. I hate thinking about my Mother getting old. The way she looks, you would think she's not a day over 65. Hell, there have been people who thought she even looked younger. It's something that's been a family trait on her side of the familiy with almost everyone. I'd like to flatter myself by saying that I take after HER side of the family. I don't look a day over 35, right? Hush!
My Dad's side of the family all died young. Brothers and Sisters died of down syndrome, tragic car wrecks, alcoholism, but mainly cancer and heart problems. No male has ever made it past 65. My Dad died a few months after his 65th birthday.
My Mom side of the family lives a bit longer. Most have made it to their late 80's and a handful to their early 90's. My Mom is 79 years old. The past year has been filled with sickness. Pretty much every time I call her to talk, something is wrong, she's not feeling well, she's down in her back, can't walk, feels dizzy, etc. She's not a woman to complain much, but when she's truly feeling down or sick, she'll let you know about it.
I still see her at the age that most people think that she is, which is between 55-65 years old. I'm constantly reminded lately, that she's 79 years old and her body is beginning to show it more and more. Today's conversation was filled with all that is going wrong with her body. She reminded me of how old she is and how she can't bounce back like she did in the past. She then went on to remind me how my oldest sibling is and she reminded me of how old her baby (me) is as well.
Her comment was, "What does that say about me honey, that my baby is 42 years old and my eldest daughter is 60?"
I didn't know what to say at first, then responded, "It says that you raised a great bunch of kids Mama. We all turned out pretty good if I do say so myself. Oh, and you don't look a day over 60. Everyone thinks so."
She had to laugh.
Poor Brian. Sunday afternoon, he had to fly from Portland to Chicago, ending up in Orlando. He's there for Kronos training and certification for a few days, before heading back to Portland for two days then coming home on Friday. If that little shit even steps his foot on Disneyworld without me, so help me.....
I'm not feeling bad for him because of all the traveling. This little trip across the US has pushed our flight points drastically higher. This means more trips for us with free airfare. I feel bad for his first night dinner with the group. They went to Hooters!
I have no problem with women's boobies. I find the word boobies funny and giggle everytime I hear it. How many words in the English language can cause a fit of giggles? Not very many. I find boobies fascinating. I would never want to touch them again (remember that I dated girls back in the day) but I can definately see how straight men could become fascinated with them and can't take their eyes off The Twins. I have the same fascination with boobs as I do when watching a woman put on makeup.
Maybe I was a drag queen in a previous life.
Brian text messages me on Sunday night that he's in Hell. Surrounded by boobies with the woman always shoving their tata's in his face. Brian's one of those gay men who's never dated women and obviously never touched one in a sexual manner. The thoughts make him sick to his stomach and cause him to make funny shrieking noises. I think he should have concentrated his efforts at Hooters on the clientele instead. Hunky men.
I'm sure the shrieks could be heard all over Florida.
Bless his heart. When he gets home Friday, I'll have to have him lay his head down on a pillow of chest hair to get rid of all the nightmares.
They arrived and brought rain with them. Poor guys. They're here for a tennis tournament and it's raining. Last I heard they were heading to the mall to go shopping. Of course, hearing the word shopping made my balls tingle, so we're heading out to the mall for some powershopping ourselves.
Busy weekend here in Dallas. Some sort of International Leather competition is going on. The state fair is in full force and it's Texas/OU (Oklahoma University) weekend. The city is busy as hell and traffic sucks. The rain isn't helping. I think an afternoon at the mall, followed by heading to the Pompeii exhibit at the Dallas Museum of Art sounds like a great afternoon.
I only have a few minutes before I have to head off to work. I should have posted last night but I was too upset to say anything. Last night on Bravo's Top Chef, Dale lost. At least he came in second, but still. He lost to that irritating, self loving chef named Hung.
Steven wants to have his gaybies and would claw my eyes out and beat me to a pulp to get to him. I just want to lick him from head to toe. Frequently. Like meeting Dale, having him find me hot and irresistible and getting the chance to rip off his clothes, licking every inch of his body, ending with us making wild, passionate, steamy monkey lovin' is even a chance!
He's so dreamy.......
I think my stomach is still recovering from "bad for you" food.
My first few days at work have been going fine. I still find myself sitting in my car for about 15 minutes after I arrive. I'm not sure what's up with that. I'm sure it will get better. The people I've met are great and I'm excited about the opportunity with this company. They even offer Partner benefits which I was surprised about. They also have their own gay and lesbian organization on the campus and are even participating in this years Life Walk as a group. Little things like this have made me have good feelings about the company. I'm still getting use to the 25 mile trip each way. Luckily, I'm going against the flow of traffic otherwise I would be slitting my wrists already. The only drawback is not being able to check personal mail or have any sort of chat program up and running. I'm having withdrawals!
To Do List:
I must clean house. When I was off work, I was keeping the place almost spotless. Closets and drawers were even reorganized. I have to get things in order before Brett and his Posse arrive this coming Friday. They might stop by and I would be horrified if the place wasn't clean. I feel bad that Brian's going to be out this weekend in Portland and will miss the everyone.
I need to start figuring out what to do and buy for a certain blogger's upcoming birthday. It's not that he's hard to buy for or hasn't indicated what one of his favorite type of cake is. I just need to start planning and making calls. Once this birthday is over, I get to start planning Brian's, although I have a while to plan that one. Now talk about someone who is hard to buy for and figuring out what to do.
Halloween at The Ranch is coming up and we have no clue as to exactly what to wear. We bought everyone Mickey Mouse ears when in Disneyland, so we're thinking of going as Mousketeers. Slutty, whorish ones of course with crack habits and possibly pregnant, but Mouseketeers none the less.
Fall Fur Fest at The Ranch is the weekend following Halloween and we wanted to finish our cement block deck. We'll have one weekened to get it accomplished. I'm trying not to stress about it even though we're hosting the Meet/Greet event on opening night.
I must now go make dinner. I just can't figure out what to make.
