The Trials of Man Solo - Chafe and Warm

I'm not a nurse, but I've played one (badly) in a short film.  I'm not a time traveler, either, but I'd like to take you back to this weekend, when a DAB of mine and I walked for two hours on a hot summer day and encountered a spider.  It turns out, not only did I suffer the humiliation of the "There's a spider on me!" dance, I also am suffering from a terribly ouchy case of chafing!  It didn't feel so bad Saturday night, but Sunday morning, after driving to breakfast with a friend, I had to come right back home and sit nude (on a towel) the rest of the day and night, because I had sores on my tushy and high on my inner thighs where there sweaty moist seam clumps in my underwears rubbed against my skin for a long hour walk home.  Luckily, I had an almost expired tube of cortizone cream that offered a little relief.  It was no fun (I'm still suffering, now).  It was then that I thought it would have been nice to have somebody there to play nurse for me.  While I enjoyed the company of HANNIBAL, Amazon Prime & Hulu Plus, none of them could roll me over, apply some cream and gently blow to cool my hot tush.  They couldn't run out and get me a salad from Hugo's or a crepe from WeHo Bistro, instead of the serviceable tuna sandwich I made myself. (I would have ordered delivery, but I would have had to answer the door nude!) They couldn't tell me, "it's too warm in the living room, go to your bedroom where the swamp cooler hits you better. Idiot."
Such are the Trials of Man Solo; at times when one would prefer to be coddled and receive some TLC, there is no one there.  Fortunately, I survived!  Could-Woulda-Shoulda, right?  Anyway, I finally got a chance to watch TROLL HUNTER!

Gay Of A Certain Age - Sucking In Sucks!

It's mid-July and I've only yesterday had my first pool party experience this year.
Yes, if I'm too busy for love, I'm certainly too busy for swimming!
I'm glad I found a time to be with my friends and new people,
but to be honest, I was none-too-glad to be in a swim suit.
You know if it's a gay pool party there's gonna be some hot rockin' sex God bods,
and this party was no different.  It's intimidating.  Then I looked around.
As a Gay Of A Certain Age, it's important to note that your contemporaries are probably more
like you than not.  I was not the only not-fit body there.  Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of
the close to 50's whose bodies looked like they had just stepped off the set of FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS,

but I was comforted seeing a few who weren't concerned with model like attributes and sucking in their tummies.  I didn't feel as out of place as I worried I would.
How many gatherings had I talked myself out of attending, because I was worried about how I looked or how much I weigh?  Is that why I find myself alone?
Again, I'm not having a pity party for myself, because while I could stand to hit the gym,
I'm not Gilbert Grape's mom and I'm not that guy who fed his face to the dogs on HANNIBAL.
I think sometimes I just let myself fall into the gay trap of putting myself up against the images in gay mags & porn and feel like I have nothing to offer.  I know it's not true.  I think I've learned that, exactly like the gym, getting myself there is most of the battle and I usually enjoy my time there.

So, thank you, Avery, for the invite and I'm very glad I came!

This Is Why I Am Single - Late Dinner

I had rehearsal tonight in Burbank and I don't work tomorrow.  We finished just before 10:00, and it occurred to me that I could drop by the Bullet Bar on the way home for a drink and perhaps meet the man who would be my husband, instead I went directly home to watch HANNIBAL.  It's a show about Dr. Hannibal Lechter, the character from the Thomas Harris novels/movies RED DRAGON, THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS and HANNIBAL.  It's a beautifully produced show about a dreamlike multi-layered cat & mouse game that keeps you guessing, even though you (think you) know the eventual outcome.

This Is Why I Am Single; I'd rather come home and watch a beautiful & bloody television show, than stand amongst potential suitors.  Then again, what if a Jeffrey Dahmer type is at the bar and I was saved from a serial killer by a serial killer?  That's awesome!  Thanks, Hannibal!