Too Busy For Love: Hot Dogs and Power Bottoms

 Of course I'd love to come over
and help you figure out the
net carbs of root vegetables

when covered in lube,

but I'm too busy!

One of the things I've been very busy with

is putting on a dress

and hosting 

Mario Diaz's club

HOT DOG

at El Cid on Sunset.

(me & GoGoZaddy)

Every Sunday night,

(my night was July 18)

Mario has his hunky crew

come out in their Sunday least

(Stolen from the Hot Dog Sundays Instagram)

to dance,

while the hostess greets folk

and helps them select a cup color.

As you can see on my night the code was;

Pink cup for Fem Tops

Blue cup for Power Bottoms

Red cup for those Down To Fuck

and 

Black cup for those Dead Inside

Half the fun of hostessing 

is helping people figure out which cup they want...

some of them honestly don't know,

but there are those guys you know want the blue cup, but are shy...

so one tries to nudge them to be themselves and advertise their

Venus Flytrap Holes.

This week a new code was introduced

and it looks like my very own blog has received a tribute

by way of the Black cup!

It may be a coincidence, but I'll take it!

(Stolen from the Hot Dog Facebook Page)

All said,

it's a fun night of hot men,

delicious drinks

and a lovely patio setting.

Did I mention that

 my view from the hostess stand

was none too bad?

I hope Mario has Frieda back soon,

and that she is welcome back with open arms.

...like these

But you don't have to wait for Frieda!
Hot Dog is every Sunday night from 4pm-2am!

Save time and get your tix now

So while I'd love to test your

greasy tuber,

I can't, I'm too busy!!

Getting Out - Best In Drag Show

So, instead of heading home after the Tom of Finland Art Fair,

I headed down town to the Orpheum Thatre.

You see, my instinct was to go home, put my feet up 

and watch some zombies eat people.

However, I'm trying to get out more, 

so when my friend Oscar called and said someone was selling

a ticket to the show. I jumped on it.

So, there I was, waiting for the big red curtain to go up,

because I just don't get enough drag, right?

So the show started, 

and immediately it was a good time.

The contestants were a hoot:

Miss Alaska

Ivana Kutchakokoff

Miss California

Maria Lopez

Miss Illinois

Pepper Spray

Miss Louisiana

Britney Shears

Miss Nevada

Lucky Dyce

Miss Florida

Joy Vey

There was color commentary 

provided by 

Kay Sedia & Dee W. Ieye

They were all very talented

The show moved at a surprisingly quick pace

Patrick Rush

There were celebrity judges

Wendie Malick

Kathy Kinney

Wendi McLendon-Covey

Boris Kodjoe & Nicole Ari Parker

There were hot mens

Miss Florida's guys

And I ran into some friends

And by the time a winner was crowned...

Miss Alaska

A great time was had and I made some new friends (ish) 

(not at all)

Candis Cayne

Dot Jones

Did I mention Boris Kodjoe was there?

I'm so glad I didn't go home!

Single Perks - Feasting My Eyes

Golly, it's a good thing I'm single, otherwise I may not be able to oggle to my heart's content!
I don't have to work too hard to convince others that I do enjoy an eyeful of hunky man, so when I'm in the vicinity of such, I don't turn away shyly and if I happen to have my camera with me, I'll snap a few pics.  I've only had on one lone term relationship and one of the things I truly appreciated was that my man didn't mind my involuntary eye candy consumption.  The first few times together, we'd be driving and a Chris Hemsworth type would jog by shirtless (a regular occurrence in WeHo, almost as reliable as the bus schedule...) so, I'd turn away from the site, worried that I would offend my beau by glancing at a hot piece o' beef in onion skin shorts.  To my relief he said, "You can look."  Which, of course, I did and by then, he was gone.  CURSES!
I really like that my guy knew that my looking at a hot guy in no way diminished my admiration for him.  He wasn't jealous at all.  He knew he didn't have to be.  Everything I had worth giving, I was giving to him.  He thought that ignoring the obvious was as ridiculous as I do.  I know his looking at a hunky guy doesn't mean that he's not into me.  If I was to feel threatened by that, it would be because I felt insecure about our relationship and the presence of some unknowing hot guy would be the least of my problems. The important thing for me is that if I'm in a healthy relationship, the site of Joe Manganiello walking towards us isn't going to make me or my mate suddenly end our relationship, as if Joe were some kind of Medusa. I know that I won't own my mate's eyes or mind or feelings and he certainly wouldn't own mine! If I ever felt the need to control those things about him (or control any of him, for that matter) then I would know that the relationship is unhealthy.
Fortunately, I'm single and I don't have to worry about any of that. So, until I find a fellow wide-eyed mate, I'll keep enjoying the view, and try not to get my eye poked out. Them's the perks!

By the way, I've been in the presence of hot mens on numerous occasions, as my camera can attest, and NOTHING has happened with any of them. So there! (saddy face)