Friday, September 22, 2017

This Is Why I Am Single - Fueling the Fire

As you may know, I've been rather busy, if not running around in a dress & heels, then funning with my friends and keeping up with social obligations.  Even in a rush, I'm sometimes surprised when I realize the reason why I do some of the things I do.  For example, I like my iced tea unsweetened, but I prefer my coffee creamy and sweet.  Why not unsweetened like my tea? Why don't I like my tea sweet?  It occurred to me one day that I liked my coffee that way because when I was pre-school and staying with my grandma, I'd ask to join her in her morning coffee.  Not wanting to make me feel left out, she poured me some java.  I realized that she would pour a bit coffee into a mug of milk for me.  Since I realized that, every cup of creamy coffee is a sweet reminder of Grandma.  Well, running around lately, as I have been, I didn't keep an eye on fuel gauge as I usually do.  I kept driving to my destinations with the thought of, 'I'll get gas on the way home". Then, I would forget to do it.  Of course, a little late on my way to an engagement further away than most, I was so upset with myself that I had let my tank get so low and I had to stop for gas, making myself later.  That moment of regret was compounded by the sudden flashback to my mother in a mini-rant about my alleged father always using her car and leaving the tank empty.  She told my juvenile self to refuel when I reach half a tank.  Come to think of it, I usually do, and most certainly if I reach a quarter tank!  I realized this is something I do because my mother was so upset and I didn't want to be like my alleged father, but here I was, running late and having to stop for gas.  Is it more because I don't want to upset my mother or because I don't want to be like my alleged father, always skitting around on the verge of having pushed it too far and dying out?  Prolly a combination of the two, no?  It's these little revelations that sometimes explode into bigger personal dramas or, worse, personal excuses...

This Is Why I Am Single; sometimes I'm like my alleged father.

Now, please enjoy a vintage photo of me with my coffee-pushing Grandma, prolly right after a cup o' morning joe...

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Gay of A Certain Age - A Taste of Evil

I'm in the final weeks of my quest to lose weight and recreate my friend Geoff's "at 50" photo.

I've done pretty well by simply cutting out snacking and not eating badly.  That's pretty easy during the week when I can have a salad at lunch and grab a small salad on the way home from work.  It is much more difficult on the weekend when evil friends call for brunch.  Like when muh EVIL DAB, Glenn called and said let's go to that Salt's Cure spin-off.  What was I supposed to say? "No"?  And before I got there, did I even suspect those assholes would have gluten-free griddlecakes?  I had no idea and those assholes DID have gluten-free griddle cakes, with apples even!  I thought I was just gonna have an egg over-easy and a sniff of bacon, but no, I ordered THIS:

I could blame myself, but why, when it was that asshole Glenn who suggested the place and those Salt's Cure assholes who bothered to consider my gluten disability!  FUCK THEM!!

And then, on Sunday, before going to see the fabulous Miss Coco Peru, (with a "friend"?) we went to the dinner serving Salt's Cure and had a reasonable salad and a Negroni (and a half).  I felt good and lite sitting there laughing at Miss Coco's show.

After the show my "Friend'? and I said our goodbyes and I was left with a post-show buzz.  I simply had to share my appreciation of the show with someone and, luckily, muh DAB Dennis Hensley was saying his goodbyes to Miss Coco, after which, I offered to accompany him to food.  We went to Lala's on Melrose.

It's a delightful restaurant with a fairly varied menu, of which I parttake from time to time at lunch with muh Work buds.  Well, Dennis ordered his meal and I had already eaten so I decided I would not order any food and sit and simply enjoy his company. I had the flan.


Luckily, I've kept up with the other minimal actions of my plan and this morning I was at my lowest point, yet!  I don't know how much I'll lose before October 3, or how I will look, but I do know that this weekend's missteps were not detrimental.  That THAT, Glenn, Breakfast by Salt's Cure, Dennis Hensley and Lala's!!  Looks like if I do get fat, it won't be because of you... as much as you tried!!

As a Gay of A Certain Age, I know how easy it is to fall off the wagon after working hard to get something done, but I also know that he wagon doesn't move all that fast, so I can always catch up and jump right back on!

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Labor Day of Love - Close at Least

OMG! That Chico's Angels show really pooped me out!  
I just wanted to check in with you and let you know that I'm alive and that I enjoyed the holiday by going into a dark cool dome and watching UFOs fly around.
I also played with cats.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

He Don't Even Know - Urban Hiker

Meet "Fredo",
He likes to keep me moving
by taking me "Down Town"
in every place we visit, 
walking numberless blocks
for hours, window shopping, checking out galleries,
finding nice nook restauraunts
and people watching.
Even if we're here in Los Angeles,
he forces me out of bed so we can go DTLA
and walk around.

Yes, I like going
"Down Town"
with "Fredo"!

Friday, August 25, 2017

Gay of A Certain Age- Always Something There to Remind Me

This is a picture of me in someone's guest bathroom a little while ago.  In my frame of mind, then, I thought, "Great! Art to remind people of their body issues."  I ran across this photo and was reminded of a project I embarked upon last June.  Remember the Recreate Geoff at 50 project?  In short, I'm supposed to recreate his photo on my 50th birthday.  Well, if you've been reading my posts, you know how terribly busy I am!!  So, with my 50th birthday looming at barely over a month away, I've got a crap load of catching up to do!  I had started gong to the gym with some regularity, then I went to New York for a weekend.  When I got back, I immediately fell into the busy pit and the gym was not to be seen again.  I didn't say much about that, because I had also said I would stop whining about my weight/fitness here.  As for where I am at this moment, I have lost a little over ten pounds in the last two weeks or so by cutting down on the food portions, with very little to no snacking.  I've also been putting my FitBit (in my pocket because of the bad skin reaction) to work and getting as close to my 10,000 steps a day goal as possible. That includes walking back and forth in my apartment before midnight, like a crazy person.  Also, if history can be trusted, I can count on losing at least another 5 pounds while doing Chico's Angels 4: Chicas Are 4Ever.  Last night was opening night and being in almost every scene with 8 fast costume changes, I was sweating up a storm (all while trying to keep my make-up fresh).

It also helps having a hunk to fondle as inspiration for fitness, right?

I hope I can get my ears as hunky as I found his last night!

I hope I can get myself down to at least 190 lbs and find a way to tone up nicely before I post my nearly neked self pic on October 3 (or a little after, since I will be in Australia, then and can't predict postability)!

Meanwhile, Geoff, doesn't seem to be having any problem staying fit..

But rest assured, I will post that pic no matter how proud or displeased I am with my body because I know, as a Gay of A Certain Age, it is important to set goals and do what you say you're going to do.  ...even if I don't have any Spartan Races in my near future!

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Too Busy To Post!! - Hunk Laden

Yes, I'm still single, but I'm so busy being busy & dodging love, that I'm too busy to post!

I have to leave very soon to get to a pool party (maybe the last of the summer!!)

And then speed off to rehearsal after that.  POOR ME!

Then I have to spend all of rehearsal with this guy...

This Travis Quentin is a lot to take in.  I don't know if I'll get any lines out correctly!
Oh, well, such is the life of a gay actor in a dress!
Oh, the things I'll do for an audience's entertainment!

The show is so very close to selling out, so I don't know what good it'll do to show you these promo shots I had to suffer through... but if you enjoy seeing other peoples' pain; here you go!

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Gay at Work - Travis

Just so you know, I worked very hard last night during our Facebook Live event.
As one of Chico's Angels, AKA detectives, I made sure to get evidence of our new hunk's hunkiness.
If you would like to catch Travis singing & dancing & shirtless live, get you tix for
CHICAS ARE 4EVER, soon! It's selling out!

Monday, August 14, 2017

Gay of A Certain Age - Bonked!

(Photo by Larry Gellar)

Well, let me tell you... this weekend was filled with plenty of rehearsal, a little socializing and a clubbing.  Yeah, I said clubbing because I felt like I had been bludgeoned about the head all day Sunday!  I arrived at Precinct at about 9:15

got ready and was dispensing compliments at the Compliments Dispensary by 10:00.  I had a great time handing out compliments and was surprised to find that people gave tips for that sort of thing!  Here is an example of one of my compliments:

I really enjoyed writing them and watching the expressions of the recipients, but had to be careful not to get too esoteric for the crowd; like when I wrote, "Ju are so nice, like Leona Helmsley en a coma."  Some of the kids don't know who that was. Anyway, the place is a blast and I enjoyed the other folks working around me, especially Rasputin's Marionettes!

Is it just me, or is that puppet ESEXY?
What is it about him?

I remember these marionettes from seeing the super neato Pretty Things Peep Show, brought to us by Matt Scott  and Go-Go Amy!

Selene Luna as Dr. Newman, selling her Trump Glory Hole Covers was a delightful treat!

Plus, the other girlz at the dispensary, Sarah Probblem and Love, Connie (the fabulous John Cantwell) were a joy!  We were gathered together by  Club King, Mario Diaz.

And there were some dancers...  They were nice.

Even the walls are fun (Thanks to Homo Riot in this case)

It was all a great time to be sure!  The music was much to my liking, a had one Angry Orchard hard apple cider (because it's gluten-free) and I got a chance to be creative!  I was home, out of make-up and in bed by 3:00ish AM.

Anyway, Sunday morning, I woke up at my usual time and went to have breakfast with muh DAB, Glenn.  Then, I forced myself to go buy new shoes (I'm the worst gay in that way... do any other gays have to FORCE themselves to go shoe shopping?) then went down for a nap.  I re-awoke and headed to rehearsal, feeling like I had been hit by a truck the entire time.  I must say my admiration for Mario and Jackie Beat multiplied when I realized that they had just done 3 performances of The Golden Girlz Live prior to arriving Saturday night and were already doing their first of 3 more performances Sunday as I was dragging myself to rehearsal.

As a Gay of A Certain Age; I'm amazed that Jackie had the energy to do all of that while I, just a year or two younger, was trying to figure out how to sneak naps into the brief minutes that I wasn't expected to be saying lines out loud during rehearsal!  

Here a big HUZZAH to Jackie, Mario and all the others who do shows and clubs at the same time- you amaze me!

Thank you, Mario, Go-Go Amy and Jackie!

Now please enjoy some pics of me enjoying BONKERZ!

If you're not exhausted
tune in tonight!

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Too Busy For Love - Diamond Crazy!

Holy, Margret!  Sorry I haven't posted in a bit!  I'd love to go to that neked pool party with you, but I'm too busy!!  Working full time and rehearsing for a show and keeping up social media and socializing is tough!

Along with working 4 Instagram accounts: Chico's Angels, Frieda Laye, Reba Areba and myself, I have to make sure our Facebook accounts are up to date, as well.  It takes up a lot of time posting, scrolling & liking other folks those accounts follow!

If i'm not looking at my phone or laptop, I'm staring at my script while rehearsing for CHICO'S ANGELS 4 CHICAS ARE FOVEVER.  Not only am I (kinda) learning lines, I'm learning steps!
It ain't easy!  

Don't think there's much down time, because instead of sitting back and enjoying the weekend, I'm going to added rehearsals and making appearances.  Like, this Saturday, I'll be working the night handing out pleasantries at the Compliments Booth at club BONKERZ! at Precinct in Downtown L.A.

...And don't think that because we don't rehearse every night,that there's free time!  I also have to prepare for this Monday's Facebook Live Event!

Then, on other nights that I'm not working, I find it important to maintain the few relationships that I do have and value. That calls for spending time with and/or supporting my friends' endeavors.  Tonight I'm getting out with a few of my friends to see other friends (the lovely and talented Aynsley Bubbico and Natalie Lander) in The Unauthorized Musical Parody of Bridesmaids at Rockwell.

So I hope you understand that, while I'd love to squeeze into those trunks, that I'm just gonna struggle out of a few minute after I arrive at the neked pool party and try not to drink too much on an empty stomach, because you know, NEKED...  I simply CAN NOT, due to my schedule.

Just a reminder;
BONKERZ! This Saturday night

and the diamond heist episode CHICO'S ANGELS 4 Aug 23-Spt 3, which is on the verge of selling out!

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Gay of A Certain Age - Little Orphan Danny

After that little kerfuffle with my alleged father, it occurred to me that, unless I get on with adopting a  child (mental children adopting children??), I'm not going to have someone of my own to call unnatural and evil.  (saddy face)    Along with that, I won't have any children to take care of me in my older age.  Then again, while I am terrifically grateful to my sisters for taking the lead on caring for our lovely mother, I'm not bending, even in the slightest, to make sure my alleged father is being taken care of.  So, even if I DID have a kid I could call unnatural and evil, it still is no guarantee they'd wanna stick around to make sure I'm gumming my One A Day gummies each morning.  Don't worry, I'm not even considering adopting.  What I do have to consider is the relationships I have with siblings and friends.  Who will I have around me in the sunset years?  While I ponder that, please read this little ditty on Aging Alone.

Monday, July 31, 2017

This Is Why I Am Single - The Power of Dark Brow

This Is Why I Am Single;

If I darken my brows
and jut out my chin,
I kind of look like
 John Travolta

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Gay of A Certain Age - "Dumb Dora is So Dumb She _______"

Should I be worried?  Remember how I said I was going to be doing the Mismatch Game a few weeks ago? I posted about it all over the social medias!  July 23, 7:00 PM..?

I posted this everywhere Sunday morning...

Then, sometime in the afternoon, feeling kind of sleepy, (exhausted from hiding from the sun in my dark apartment all day, I suppose)  I decided I would take a nap at about 5:30 to 5:45/5:50.  That way I could get in the shower at 6:00, leave at 6:30 and be at the theater with an hour to get ready. It was a great plan to be sure!  It wasn't until I arrived, unexpectedly finding no parking that I thought, "Why isn't there any parking? I'm here an hour..."  Then I got that feeling, you know, like my stomach flipped and someone punched me in the chest.  I was there with only ten minutes to show!  I drove around the block in a rush, parked in front of the LGBTMNLOP Center at a space marked, "No Parking Anytime.  Tow Away", knowing that it was Sunday, hoping it wouldn't be enforced.  I grabbed all my crap, including make-up, costume, wig and props.  In a tizzy, I frantically banged on the door closest to the theater entrance.  I stumbled in a heated rush in front of everyone in line, waiting to get in.  I scrambled into the dressing room shouting, "Who's on time, if the show is in an hour?"  I apologized to the rest of the cast and Dennis ( Who must have been very stressed out, what with one of his panelists nowhere in sight a few minutes before curtain without so much as a reassuring call or text...) I threw my crap on the dressing table and floor and did a quick character prioritization in my head; what is most important?  I actually ended up getting in character completely backwards; I put on my dress, checked for time;  Put on lipstick, checked for time; Put on eye lashes, checked for time; Put on eye shadow, checked for time; Put on blush, checked for time; put on base make-up around blush, lips and eyes, checked for time; put on eye liner and mole. IT WAS TIME!  I managed to get some version of Reba together, slapped on my wig and headed for the stage.  It really got my juices flowing! Fortunately, I did well on stage and fun was had by all.

I'll tell you, so many things were going on in my head as I swirled into make-up... I was regretting being late and worrying Dennis, hoping he wasn't too angry with me.  I couldn't ask them to hold the curtain for me because it was all my fault: I didn't have the luxury of worrying about how I'd look; my ego had to take a backseat to my sense what was right.  I kept thinking of ways to explain my appearance on stage, if I ended up going on in just a dress and wig, no make-up.  If necessary, I thought I would explain that Paris Hilton had used my eyeliner without permission, then when I used it my entire face stared burning, so I had to go without make-up for a few days.  Luckily, I looked enough like my character that no explanation was needed.  I have to credit that to a fortitude I didn't know I had.  It never occurred to me to give up and not try to get into make up and sit the show out, or delay the show for my regular get ready time (about 40 minutes).  All I could think was to get as much done as I could in the time I had and get out there.  The top picture is me in the show, not bad looking.  If you look closer you can see how jacked up the stuff really is, but it all worked out.

What worries me is that, as a Gay of A Certain Age, I have no idea why I forgot the show was at 7:00 and not 8:00!  Did I have a "senior moment"?  Am I losing my beads? ( I wasn't much into marbles as a kid)  All I know for certain is, it's a good thing I didn't realize how late I was until I was there and looking for parking (by the way, my car was not towed or even cited!), because if it had been earlier, I might have driven like an idiot rushing to get to the theater on the crazy-busy Santa Monica Boulevard.  Who knows what trouble I would have caused, then?

Please enjoy pics from Sunday night; cast and friendly fellas what came to watch...

P.S.  The cast was very forgiving and no one said a word in rebuke. ...but I think I did see Julie Brown give me a look as if to say, "he's not even gonna put on those pantyhose?"  She's sweet!