Too Busy For Love - A Restaurant In Santa Fe

I'd love to join you for turkey shopping, but I can't. I'm busy!

You see, I'm in El Paso with my friends Ted and Eduardo.

We went to see BOOK OF MORMON at the historic Plaza Theatre last night, it was very good!

Today, Ted & I drove around enjoying the culture...

which included this place with a couple of Day of the Dead altars and Mexican hot chocolate.

We also visited a pinata store

which featured this delightful Donald Trump hittable.  We also enjoyed few tatsy meals.

Tomorrow we're heading to Santa Fe to enjoy the sites and some restaurants.   So maybe we can get together after that.

Thanks for asking, though!

Gay of A Certain Age - Man Blog

So, I have this blog, (Yeah, I know blogs are dead) and the other day I wrote about how I keep a scraper "in my purse".  Well, some helpful friend thought she would help me by pointing out that I meant "Man Purse".  No, I meant "purse".  That's what it is.  Do I keep a bunch of useless crap in it?  Yeah.  Do I carry it by a handle or strap?  Yeah.  So, it's a purse!  Am I so insecure that I need to add the word "man" in front of it?  No.  The word "man" doesn't make the item any less feminine.  You know those things atop hispter guys heads?  They're buns.  Calling them "Man buns" doesn't make them any less feminine than the long "girly" hair that unfurls when they're undone, that they are.

The only thing worse than someone calling their own feminine thing "Man"-something to make it more butch, is someone else presuming to call my stuff "man"-anything!

As a Gay of A Certain Age, I've had to deal with hiding my true desires and minding my behavior & mannerisms to keep myself safe and alive for well over 45 years.  I've gotten to the point of not caring what labels someone is putting on me (as long as they are true).  If i'm concerned with being masculine, I'll not do, carry or wear anything feminine and I won't deny it's feminine by calling it "Man"-this.  So, sorry Miss Friend, I know you were trying to be helpful, but I don't need anyone's help in denying who I am or how I am.

Gay of A Certain Age - Grumpy Old Gay

I walk five blocks to work and back.  I walk to restaurants for breakfast, brunch, lunch & dinner.  I walk to my friend's house once in a while.  I can't tell you why, but it drives me nuts to see flyers or stickers advertising stuff posted on poles, posts ot trees.  I'm talking about "need a trainer?", "Got dog walker? "I clean houses" flyers or vanity stickers that say "Stupid Ass Skateboarder.com".  I tear them down or peel the sticker off and throw them in the trash.  I don't feel bad because I have the city code on my side and I hate how trashy it makes the neighborhood look.  I live in a nice city, not a college dorm!  The City of West Hollywood is not your bulletinboard!  Also, in the age of the internet, do we really need to try to gain clients with notices taped to outdoor surfaces?  Yeah, Trainer who I've never seen or met, I'm going to hire you based on the poorly worded sign I saw on a random lightpost; screw that hot muscular guy who looks like he knows what he is doing at the gym, or who popped up when I Googled "Trainer" because I wanted to pay someone to watch me bitch about working out.  One particular "Stupid Ass Skateboarder.com" doesn't like that his stickers get peeled off of traffic safety signs, or bike racks so he upgraded to an almost metalic very sticky unpeel-able sticker, while a driving service ap driver thought it would be great to wallpaper his flyer with a discount code at all the bus stops, making them very difficult to remove. I will not be outdone!  Now I carry a scaper in my purse!!  That's right!  If I press the button for the crosswalk signal and see the idiot's sticker affixed, SWOOSH! Out comes the scraper and go to town on that trashy vadalism. Sure, I coud be standing there scraping for 15 minutes, but I want to keep my city looking nice!

I'm not heartless, I leave up dead lost pet signs, even the ridiculous "lost parrot" signs that were posted every 50 feet one week.  I leave up yard sale signs until the day has passed.  I'll even leave up a sticker if it has some element of art to it.  I love street art, I just hate white paper signs and stickers that add nothing to the community other than bad marketing or vanity.
As a Gay of A Certain Age, I have embraced my Grumpy Old Gay self and will not hesitate to stop in my tracks for a few minutes to take down something that is trashy or interferes with my enjoyment of my city!  And stay off my Gay lawn!!

Stuff - All "Tee", No Shade

Isn't this t-shirt awful?

I love it

and must get one!

This Is Why I Am Single - No Party Game

So, I was at four different parties this week and had a great time,
but in retrospect, it wasn't all THAT great because I didn't have any moments that
led to me getting any closer to a date.  Sure, there was a little flirting, but it never got any farther than that.  One of my issues is, I don't like to try to pick up when I'm in drag.  One reason is I know some guys have issues with the drag, which I find understandable, so I don't make any actual advances in the make-up.  Ironically, there are many a hot man who will sidle up to someone in drag to get attention and become very, very flirtatious.

I wish I knew how to parlay THIS into a date!

Another reason I don't like to pick up in drag is the absolute opposite of the last, I know there are some guys who have a fetishized interest in someone in the drag.  It's weird for me.  First, I'm very close to both of the characters I play and that would be like watching a sister have sex!  Secondly, I want to know that the guy is into ME and not the pantyhose & bra, because when those come off, It's the real me that's laying there.

While I was in drag for all of these parties, because of the timing with my show, I can't totally blame the dress.  There are a plenty of parties I go to, not in drag, where I fail miserably.  Maybe my choice in costume last year was a little too on the nose.

A self fulfilling prophecy?

I grabbed a costume from the rack and built a concept around it...  I was the Virgin Murray, who is forever wondering why he can't get laid.  I liked it because it showed my unmade-up face and was easy to remove, should anyone want to change me.  No one did.  I always strike out, even at the non-costume parties.  How do I turn, Fun Party Me into Fun Date-Getter at a Party Me?

This is Why I Am Single, when I'm out at a party, I don't seem to meet and appeal to anyone who wants to take the fun further.  When I'm in drag, I don't even try and, I must confess, when I'm at parties, I tend to hang with folks I already know.  So, I will make it my goal, in the next set of holiday parties I attend to get at least one date!  I'll be happy with a phone number that isn't the "Weather Hot Line", but I won't be successful until I get a date!

I hope I have another Gaychievement to report to you all soon!

Too Busy For Love - Survival of the Undead

Well, Halloween is over and I wasn't entirely sure I would survive!  I was very busy!
Remember those cards I crafted and promised to show you?  Just pretend!
Here are how some of them turned out

Along with taking a few days to craft cards, I also did a short CHICO'S ANGELS run

(we enjoyed a visit from TEEN WOLF's Arden Cho)

After each performance,

went to a different party

with a different costume for each one

Sometimes, two parties in one night

It was a blast, but boy, was it exhausting!

I Survived!

 I feel like I might be getting busy again soon,

so ask me out now!

He Don't Even Know! - Legend of Gaystoke

This is my "boyfriend", "Carl".

This year he swore to me that we were absolutley not

going out on the boulevard in West Hollywood

for Halloween this year.

Then, at about 6:00 PM

he suddenly changed his mind

and begged me to leave the house 

and our DVD rental of 

HALLOWEEN III: SEASON OF THE WITCH.

When I mentioned he didn't have a costume,

he literally reached into a plastic bag full

of fabric scraps to make something for himself.

It would have gotten him kicked off of Project Runway,

but I thought he looked cute (and modest)

in his makeshift Tarzan outfit (with long shorts under).

I love his scappy "can do" attititude!

Back at home after walking Santa Gauntlet Boulevard,

he yelled "UNGAWA!"

and I suddenly turned into Cheeta

and he really showed me who was 

Lord of the Apes!