Halloweenies and Queenies

Fiyero, Elphaba, Doctor and JanThe Gay High Holy Days have arrived, and in particularly queer fashion, my friends and I all got dressed up in our Sunday Saturday night best for a party. Oh lordie what a fun time we had!

Oddly enough, only two weeks ago, I was not aware of a single Halloween party to attend, and neither was anyone else. I mentioned this to my friend Jeremy, who has become somewhat of a social director for our group of friends (even though sometimes I think he’d rather if someone else took the lead!), and he said that he, too, was not planning on going anywhere for any type of party. Seeing that this was ridiculous (who in their right mind doesn’t go to a Halloween party? I mean really!), Jeremy and I decided that Jason, who lives right in the heart of Boystown, should host the party.

The Afro TrioNow granted, this is before anyone had actually contacted Jason or asked him if it was alright, but we knew Jason, and we knew that he’d jump at the chance. He did.

Then on Friday morning, we got an Email from Arnie, who said that he had just bought a Murder Mystery party from the internet, and if everyone was available, he and his boyfriend Steven would host a party at their place Friday night. So a weekend that had absolutely no plans whatsoever turned into a weekend full of parties and merriment with friends (and of course, drinks!)

The Murder Mystery party was fun. I barely made it in time from work (which has been a BEAR lately), so I barely had time to get into my character. Everyone else was dressed for their parts. The story was set in the old west, and I was supposed to be a rich land developer who wanted to buy the saloon where the mystery was being held. I showed up in a sweater and jeans. So they had to imagine… big deal.

The Village People performIt was fun playing the roles and gathering all the clues and trying to find out whodunnit. In the end, I was the murderer. Only three of the seven or eight people there guessed it was me, so I did a pretty good job of covering it up. Hmmmm. 🙂

So when Saturday arrived, I had to get my costume ready. I didn’t spend a dime on the outfit. Since Jeremy wanted to go as as Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West from Wicked. I, being not-so-terribly creative with costuming (and not wanting to go terribly overboard) decided to dress as Fiyero, Elphaba’s love interest from the same show. I had a vest in my closet that was perfect… I had plenty of white dress shirts and khaki’s, and I had a green wool blazer that I dressed up as a military jacket with some full-page labels and Adobe Illustrator. Clever, cheap, and I was out the door.

Elphaba and her dashing beau. FiyeroThe pictures tell the story. There were some pretty creative costumes among us all… and some really outrageous ones as well. The drinks were flowing heavily and, although I don’t like to drink that much, I did have myself a bit more fun than usual. We ended up at a bar afterwards but I dragged myself into a cab after only about 1/2 hour.

So tomorrow is the big day… the parade down Halsted Street. If I make it out of work in time I’m going to go, but I’m not going to count on it. The way things have been lately, I’ll be there til Midnight. Pray for me that this isn’t the case. More pictures to come if I make it! 🙂


So Harriet Miers gave up today. She wrote a letter to Mr. President and threw her hands up in the air and walked away.

wow. what a surprise. i’m in shock. i just don’t know what to say. what will happen now.

Say all of that with absolutely no expression whatsoever. Because quite frankly, I’m not in shock. I’m not surprised.

So what’s the deal? Was Harriet Miers ever really a candidate for the job? Or was she just a plant… put in place so that Bushie and his right-wing, ultra-conservative cronies could have more time to find the candidate they really wanted?

There are theories abounding all across the board on this one, but I tend to agree with the plant theory.

Let’s face it, folks. Bushie and Harriet are buddies. Look at how she’s giving him the eye in the photo. What do you think those eyes are saying?

“Man, if only Laura was out of the picture, I’d have you to myself.”


“I’ll do anything you want, Daddy. Just say the word.”

or is it

“These people are such suckers. If only they knew our TRUE plan. BWAhahahahhaha….

Bushie and Harriet have been pals for a long, long time, from as long ago as when he was the Governor of Texas. There’s plenty of evidence to back this up– from public records to the gushy notes posted sent between the two recently on The Smoking Gun. Let’s face it. If Bush said jump, she’d say “How high?” and “To where?” Hell, she’d probably even throw in a “Anything for you, O great wise master.”

And just before she withdrew her own nomination, reports were beginning to come out about her knowledge of Bush-related activities that could have harmed his “credibility”– from Texas lottery scandals to, once again, his National Guard experience. Such knowledge could have– and possibly would have– been grilled out of her during questioning by the Senate. So rather than ruin Bushie’s credibility– shaky as it already is– she withdrew.

Fausto Fernós of Feast of Fools has been talking for the past two weeks about all of this on his podcast, and I agree with him word-for-word. She was a decoy. She was never a true candidate. All this time, Bush and his cronies and his pundits and his “think tanks” have been looking for the most conservative; most hard-nosed, most steely candidate they could find. And now that they’ve got him (or her) all wrapped up and ready, Harriet suddenly has “decided” to throw in the towel.

How sickeningly convenient.

Mark my, and Fausto’s, and many, many others’, words. If you think things are bad now, they might be getting much worse very soon. The far-right wing is literally dancing in the aisles. They can’t WAIT to see what will happen next. Because in their eyes, they won. They’re going to get exactly what they want… AGAIN.

Interesting article to read: World News Daily’s Joseph Farah, October 13, 2005. I found this AFTER I wrote the above post.

I’m not alone here, folks.

An ode to the online cruising world

To the tune of “To All The Girls I’ve Loved Before”
Words by yours truly.

To all the guys who play mind games,
Whose online profiles are their names,
I fall, like such a fool,
A lamebrained nympho tool,
For all the guys who play mind games.

To all the guys who claim they’re hot
By showing off their own cock shots.
What hides above the waist?
Will it make a gay whore chaste?
Give us proof that you’re hot, or not!

Things never change, and they’ll keep going
Online to bait and switch their prey
And as each victim falls they’re showing
The slimy side of being gay.

To all the men who cruise for sex
By showing off their abs and pecs
Hon, I can get along
Without pictures of your schlong.
There’s more to life than online sex!

To all the guys who piss me off.
Who arrange dates then blow me off.
Did I commit some crime
To make me waste my time
On all these guys who piss me off?

The winds of change have started blowing.
I’m over all this crazy shit.
These sleazy guys aren’t worth my knowing.
It’s time that I disposed of it.

And so it’s time to say goodbye to
Bottom4U, and the rest.
Too old for this, it’s time I try to
Take care of me and get some rest.

Can we talk?

Today’s post is an announcement. I’ve been asked to participate in a discussion-style blog called “Discuss It!” by Scott-O-Rama, and I’ve accepted the invitation gladly!

The site went live today with Scott’s posting about the Pledge of Allegiance contatining the phrase “Under God.” Needless to say, it has sparked some lively discussion.

I’ll be posting there on Wednesdays, so watch for my thoughts and views on varying subjects. Each day there will be a different topic from a different contributor. It’s sure to be an interesting place to visit!

Dream Big

Many years ago, I was visiting my cousin with my family. I was in my early twenties, just starting college. The year was probably somewhere around 1990-1991.

My cousin had a poster on her closet door. It wasn’t the typical poster for a teenage girl– one would expect Kirk Cameron or even still Duran Duran at that time– it was actually an ad for Macintosh computers. Macintoshes were still quite new at the time, and Apple was doing everything they could to make people realize what they could do. Their ads were moving and inspirational.

The poster/ad didn’t have pictures of icons or screens or a mouse or anything like that. It merely contained text and an Apple logo.

The text of that poster struck me immediately. I grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote down every word. And that text has stuck with me ever since. Every now and then, I remember this text, and it helps me to remember why I must continue to pursue my dreams in life. The text was titled:

Dream Big

If there were ever a time to dare,
to make a difference,
to embark on something worth doing,
it is now.
Not for any grand cause, necessarily—
but for something that tugs at your heart,
something that’s your aspiration,
something that’s your dream.

You owe it to yourself to make your days here count.
Have fun.
Dig deep.

Dream big.

Know, though, that things worth doing seldom come easy.
There will be good days.
And there will be bad days.
There will be times when you want to turn around,
pack it up, and call it quits.
Those times tell you that you are pushing yourself,
that you are not afraid to learn by trying.


Because with an idea,
determination, and the right tools,
you can do great things.
Let your instincts,
your intellect,
and your heart guide you.


Believe in the incredible power of the human mind.
Of doing something that makes a difference.
Of working hard.
Of laughing and hoping.
Of lazy afternoons.
Of lasting friends.
Of all the things that will cross your path this year.

The start of something new brings the hope of something great.
Anything is possible.
There is only one you.
And you will pass this way only once.

Do it right.

No matter what curve balls life has thrown me, I always remember that there is a greater goal ahead of me. I may not know what it is, and I many never know what it is; but as long as I continue to dream big and keep trying… and living… and loving life, I’ll find happiness, somehow.

Thanks for sharing this with me.