This morning, Brian got a message on Bear411 from BearFilms.com, asking if he and I would be interested in shooting a porn. I think the working title is The Husbear and His Significant Otter, or something like that.
I feel better that I have now been asked and not snubbed by the porn industry. I thought that I might have to gain 40 more pounds to be accepted into the Bear Porn Industry, but I guess not. Like I could ever do porn. The performance anxiety alone would drive me insane. I would have to stock up on little blue happy pills. I would have to get a facelift and a nose job. I would need an agent. I would also have to start working out which isn't going to happen. Plus, there's the whole "out there for everyone to see" sort of thing. Not to mention, I don't take direction well. I don't like being told what to do so I just know I would get the reputation for being the bitchiest porn star ever.
Alas, before my porn career gets started, it has already ended.
Doesn't mean I wouldn't mind having a fluffer that works full time.
It's finally official. I've been waiting since the first day I saw their video Wake Me Up Before You Go Go on MTV. George Michael is finally bringing is European tour to the US and one of his stops is going to be Dallas. Makes only sense. He and his partner have a home here in the city. Out of every recording artist that I love, he's the only one that I've been waiting for with this much anticipation. He's one of the only ones we're both willing to pay way too much money to see. I've been keeping up with his career since day one, even when he wasn't popular here.
The only sad thing is that my ex, Michael won't be there to enjoy it. Michael was probably as big a fan of his as I am. When Michael was dying, you could often find him laying in his bed, playing some of the more sad, depressing songs of George, over and over in his cd player. There were times I would have to shut it off and try to get him to listen to something else. He would have loved to see him in concert.
He's going to be in Dallas on July 31st. My only trouble now, is to figure out what to wear so I stand out when he sees me yelling, screaming and crying on the front row.
Hmmm. Maybe the fact that I'll probably be acting like a 14 year old girl will be enough.
I think I've seen enough furry men and the inside of a bar to last me for a month. We had a great time this weekend, but I'm exhausted. We went out to the gayborhood Friday night for Texas Bear Round Up to see all the hunky men that were in town and ran into so many of our friends. Saturday morning, we had so much running around to do. We had breakfast with Steven and Brad (of course, many bears were in attendence at the restaurant), then ran our errands that afternoon.
We even attended the TBRU Dinner on Saturday night which had the Bear Contest hosted by Shegotta Moustache. The contest gets longer and longer. Half way through the show, half of the audience had left. We ended up at The Eagle later that night. Had fun after standing in line forever just to get in.
I decided to cook a breakfast pizza on Sunday morning before we all headed to Easter in the Park. The weather ended up being quite nice, although it was a tad bit chilly. That didn't stop people from coming out though which was good. We checked out our friends Texas Bunny Round Up tent and bonnets. I swear their Easter Bonnets get bigger each year. We did the bad thing of stopping by the Adopt a Pet area. We all wanted to take each one home. Steven and Mama even played with a couple pooches for quite a while trying to decide if it was the right thing for them to do at this time. Neither one of them did.
After Brian grabbed his things and headed to the airport, it was all I could do to not go to bed at 7pm last night.
Dallas is full of fur this weekend. The annual Texas Bear Round Up started last night. When I drove home through the gayborhood last night, they were everywhere. The official start was last night and it continues through Sunday. There's tons of events going on all weekend. We never officially join the weekend, but we will go to a few of the bars/events to see all the fresh faces and all of our friends. I'm not sure how many men this event brings into town, but from what I understand it's quite a lot.
To top it all off, it's also Easter which brings Easter in the Park. An annual tradition where throngs of people hang out at a local park close to the hood. The symphony plays. There's a pooch parade. Tons of food and alcohol. More alcohol on Easter. Nothing like remembering the Crucifixion of Jebus with Beer. Unfortunately, the weather forecast is cold and rainy. If that's the case, I think we might just invite some friends over to our house for Brunch.
I cook a mean breakfast.
Who knows. Maybe we'll even decorate some Easter Eggs.
Seems like quite a few days have passed since I've posted. I figured I had better drop in and say Hi to everyone before you all think I've fallen off the face of the earth. Ever so often I just get those periods where I have nothing to say. The longer I have this blog, the more those times come.
Brian and I had a rare weekend where it was just the two of us. Most of our friends were out of town or we didn't hear from them. Not only did we have a weekend alone, we even spent Friday night lounging on the counch watching movies and ordering chinese food. Again, something we hardly ever do. He's usually wanting to get so much done in the few days he's here that we're constantly on the go. I think this longer work week is wearing him out a bit more then normal. Perky Brian has become lethargic Brian.
We caught a movie, did some shopping for things around the house and bought two new cameras. Our last one fell out of my pocket and into the urinal during our trip to Disneyland. For me not having a camera would be like cutting off my left leg or something. We document everything in our lives. I was heartbroken. One is a more professional type camera a Canon S5SI. Not quite an SLR, but bigger then the tiny pocket sized ones. We also got a pocket sized ones to carry around as well. Now I just have to sit down and read two manuals which I hate to do.
Sorry there's nothing much to report. i've been a little down the last few days, which seems to be normal for me lately.
I like to claim that I'm a huge Disney nut, but the truth of the matter is, I'm just a beginner. Well, when it comes to Disney movies. I'm almost embarrassed to say this, but I've never seen classics like Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty,Bambi, Pinocchio and The Jungle Book, just to name a few. The fact is, I've probably only seen about 20% of them, those being the most latest releases. So a few days ago, I decided it was about time to embrace my disneygeekdom and start buying them.
So far, I've watched Cinderella one night and the following night I watched Dumbo. Someone could have warned me that the story is sad and that I was going to be sitting there with tears in my eyes when Dumbo's made fun of and taken away from his mother. The scene where Timothy takes him to see his mother while she's locked away is just heartbreaking.
All over a silly baby elephant with big ears.....
It's now one of my favorites.
Brian's short visits home, doesn't leave us with much time to get things accomplished, but we sure as hell try to cram as much stuff in a couple days as we can. Friday night we went out with friends to grab Mooyah, which is sort of like In and Out burger, but better. Less "fastfoody" tasting. We then all went to see The Bank Job, which turned out to be an incredible movie. It helps that you get to stare at Jason Stratham for a few hours. Saturday, we headed to The Ranch for the day so we could attend the upcoming Spring Round Up meeting. One hour of a meeting, and the rest of the day was filled with relaxing and drinking with friends. We ended up coming home sunday morning and had barely enough time to get Brian's laundry done and packed before he had to head out.
That's when I broke down. I started feeling an anxiety attack coming on earlier that afternoon. I found myself cleaning, doing laundry, patching a few holes that needed fixing, cleaning the bathroom, dusting, etc. I was almost frantic and couldn't understand why. I had this horrible dread about going back to work and an incredible sadness about the weekend ending. I hate that these things sneak up on you out of nowhere and there's honestly no rhyme or reason for them.
Still feel very anxious this morning. I decided to stay home and work rather then go in. I can probably get more accomplished here anyway.
Plus I can work naked.
Which I am.
Finally got around to putting together a photo montage of our Day at Disney. I figured that no one would want to sift through almost 800 photo's that were taken. For those that have no life and want to waste a couple hours, click here to see each and every one.
It was a nice but uneventful weekend. When Brian doesn't get the chance to be at home for a few weeks, he wants to do nothing but lounge around the house and relax. Of course, once he gets here we're off and running. We have good intentions at least.
We took it easy Friday night. He had to work late in Oregon, so he didn't get home until 9pm. Our weekend was cut short. We spent Saturday partially at the mall so I could get my glasses prescription re-adjusted, caught a movie, had dinner alone for a change and met a few friends out for a couple of drinks. We ended up going to a hispanic gay dance club called Kaliente. It's kind of a culture shock if you've never been. I had to work a little Sunday due to a large production rollout this weekend. I say little. A few hours of helping out turned into a 7 hour work day. That made my weekend feel even shorter. I really don't want to go into work today.
I want to be rich. Anyone out there want to adopt two hairy boys?
