Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Why Didn't at Least One of You Tell Me that I Haven't Been Posting Any Dick, Lately ???
... But this guy's got a bike and you can ride it if you like.....
I don't know why I call him Gerald...
Good ol' Country Luvin'
in the brochure...
Good ol' Country Luvin'
In
Reality...
There!
Three Dicks & a Milk Machine.
I think I got my Credz back....
Ken Cuccinelli is a Raging Lunatic ???
* A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT *
Seems like Ken Nellie-Cooch of Virginia thinks that Justice Antonin Scalia is too liberal...
WHAT A GAS!
AND FOLLOW THE LINKS!
It's a Boy!
Please, if you know anyone in Virginia, get in touch with them and tell them to keep an eye on this idiot. It doesn't matter their political association, just make them promise to watch, closely....
As usual, after giving y'all an important prod, I'm off to my secret candy-dish file to look for some porn to post as an apologetic offering......
xoxox
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Friday, January 18, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Where Is My Love ?
FOR
ANDRE:
Andre & I were inseparable for nearly ten years. I am OK, but just take a gander at this:
Andre was a Professional Chauffeur for people whom you would all know and have heard of. (oh, if I was a name dropper). I met him in a neighborhood dive, a gay bar, call "The Albatross", in Astoria, Queens.
There is where, in a moment of complete vulnerability, I advised a complete stranger that I needed a friend. This then, was when he advised me that this was the first time that he went out on his own since his "husband of Thirty-Seven years", died, a little over one year ago...
We became close.
He had a car!!!
It seemed all too convenient....
You look back and trace things to moments; I remember the moment that I fell for Andre. Picture being in a limmo, NYC, Queens, no less, bouncing from bar to bar with your own Chauffeur that knows every nook & bar-keep. Every night a new trip!
Every day more stories!....
On the ninth or tenth night of going out, he took me to a little place somewhere in Queens, cool crowd, nice music. We order our drinks from the dancing bartender who brings them promptly.
I take a sip, light up a Camel and
Say, "Where's the ashtray?"
He looked at me professorially & pitifully and said, "You're in it......."
Fell for you!
RIP, My Dearest Love.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
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