How funny. I was checking my stats and my minipost on Pink Saturday has already been quoted on an NBC site. And in the small world department, the photo he took from Flickr for the story is by my friend Kevin Goebel.
And I share the author's lament at the new city effort to basically crack down on fun—street fairs and flash games are being stifled.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Totally Awesome Eclipse of the Heart
You loved the literal version of "Take On Me," now enjoy the literal version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart":
Tyger, tyger
Remember the dumbass thugs who taunted the tiger (and possibly climbed into the tiger's enclosure) and then got mauled (one died) Christmastime a couple of years back? They've settled with the zoo for $900k. Nine hundred thousand dollars!? Now it's a tragedy.
The SFist, again with the clever, put it this way: Anyway, the Dhaliwal brothers will split the money, which is sure to buy all of the Grey Goose, Drakkar Noir, and criminal defense attorneys they will ever need.
The SFist, again with the clever, put it this way: Anyway, the Dhaliwal brothers will split the money, which is sure to buy all of the Grey Goose, Drakkar Noir, and criminal defense attorneys they will ever need.
SFPD threatens Pink Saturday
I love Pink Saturday, even more than Pride itself. Apparently, the SFPD has been jerking around the Sisters for months and continue to delay/deny a street closure permit for Pink Saturday.
Pink Saturday is really my Pride event. It is a total community celebration, like Halloween without the costumes, messiness, tourists, straights, gawkers, and trouble.
And the SFPD better be prepared anyway—70,000 to 100,000 people are going to show up whether they assist in the organizing or not.
And the SFPD better be prepared anyway—70,000 to 100,000 people are going to show up whether they assist in the organizing or not.
jury dooty
I'm already disposed against my civil service as the voters/courts of California have ruled me to be less than a full citizen. And as such I am inclined to pay less taxes and provide less than full cooperation with jury duty.
Last night a cop pulled me over, lied to my face, gave me a citation for a moving violation I could not have committed, then even back-dated the citation by several hours. If the SFPD is happy to lie about something as trivial as the time of day, I am certainly not going to take their testimony as fact in a court of law.
At least there is WiFi. And I got here early enough to get a space at the table with a power outlet.
Although now I really need to go potty and don't want to leave my laptop lying about.
Y'all have a good Friday.
Last night a cop pulled me over, lied to my face, gave me a citation for a moving violation I could not have committed, then even back-dated the citation by several hours. If the SFPD is happy to lie about something as trivial as the time of day, I am certainly not going to take their testimony as fact in a court of law.
At least there is WiFi. And I got here early enough to get a space at the table with a power outlet.
Although now I really need to go potty and don't want to leave my laptop lying about.
Y'all have a good Friday.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
fighting for our rights
Many protesters, including clergy, were demanding to be arrested during the peaceful protests yesterday.
Of course, protesting in San Francisco today is a bit preaching to the choir. Even the police force today is full of homos and is largely supportive of the community.
This is a SHARP contrast to the times of Harvey Milk, when protests turned to bloodshed and violence perpetrated on and by the SFPD.
Yesterday, there was a bit of solidarity on both sides, with law enforcement sympathetic to the painful ruling of law.
From KCBS news radio:
Photo by Krystal Eileen.
Of course, protesting in San Francisco today is a bit preaching to the choir. Even the police force today is full of homos and is largely supportive of the community.This is a SHARP contrast to the times of Harvey Milk, when protests turned to bloodshed and violence perpetrated on and by the SFPD.
Yesterday, there was a bit of solidarity on both sides, with law enforcement sympathetic to the painful ruling of law.
From KCBS news radio:
The tone between protesters and police was rarely confrontational as the march made its from City Hall to Yerba Buena Gardens and then back down Market Street to the Castro.Emphasis added. And if I were a parent, I would be sending those officers thank-you notes and holiday baskets.
At one point, two juvenile protesters determined to be jailed for their principles were arrested by police officers who called their parents first to make sure that was OK.
Photo by Krystal Eileen.
My Baby loves love
My Baby loves love, and marriage equality.And shows it with this cute sticker from Credo.
One sticker: free, including shipping!
Five stickers for $5, or 50 stickers for $25.
How the Mormon Stole Everything
Too many awesome gay Seussisms to count. Parody is healing.
Wheeeeeeee!
smell me
I think there should be a new line of perfume or cologne called "Wine and Cheap Perfume."I am open to suggestions as to under whose line it should be released.
And shout out to Alert Reader Jonathan Harwell, and his college catch phrase, "Smell this. No seriously, smell this."
Ew.
(reference)
On a side note, I remember that my mother's favorite nail color when I was growing up was called "Wine with Everything." I consider that expression in a different light now.
Prom-ises, Prom-ises.
More lovable language from the SFist (unfortunately leading into a tragic story of father shooting at his daughter for staying out too late on prom night): Prom season is in the air. And you know what that means, right? Tacky dresses, hymens smashed, newborns dumpstered, and fretting dads.
While I was home in Nashville, Brother Mac and I managed to find a couple of hours to spend together and took in the Star Trek movie (brother bonding for us). We wanted a drink together before I left in the morning, but the economic latrine we're all in has forced the closing of almost all of the bars and restaurants around the theater. We were forced into the Cheesecake Factory.
It was prom night and the place was packed with teenagers in varying levels of formal attire. We opted for a place at the bar and I stepped into the bathroom to wash my hands and Mac ordered the drinks. I returned to an empty span of bar and an explanation that the bartender wouldn't serve him two drinks because she couldn't be sure that he wasn't buying a drink for a minor.
I am generally effusively sympathetic to waiters and servers, but her demeanor rubbed me very much the wrong way (she seemed to revel in her power and authority and was not in any way a genial bar hostess) and I wasn't in any mood to take it. Honestly, we were sitting at the bar. Mac is in his 40s, and clearly not on a prom date. If he were buying underage kids drinks, he'd be ordering more than mine and the one for himself. And seriously, she thought he was buying drinks for an underage prom date? I gave her a steely look and said, "What? Do you think this is Dateline? If you really want proof of age, you can just look at my hairline. And my disdain."
When we finally got to order drinks, it was from a different bartender (surprise). As usual, I ordered a Mandarin & soda.
Bartender: "Ummmm Absolut Mandarin?"
Me: "Yes."
Me, aside: "No, I'm ordering the Chinese language dialect."
Bartender: "And what again?"
Me: "Soda."
Bartender: "What kind of soda? Coke? Sprite?"
Me, disbelievingly: "Soda water. Club soda."
After the subsequent rigamarole that was Mac attempting to order a simple martini, I felt the need to clarify that tonic water is not soda water. This appeared to confuse him.
I think I'd rather just have ordered a Diet Coke and a prom date.
After all, I had some roofies in my purse.
I also think that Smashing Hymens might be a good name for a band.
While I was home in Nashville, Brother Mac and I managed to find a couple of hours to spend together and took in the Star Trek movie (brother bonding for us). We wanted a drink together before I left in the morning, but the economic latrine we're all in has forced the closing of almost all of the bars and restaurants around the theater. We were forced into the Cheesecake Factory.It was prom night and the place was packed with teenagers in varying levels of formal attire. We opted for a place at the bar and I stepped into the bathroom to wash my hands and Mac ordered the drinks. I returned to an empty span of bar and an explanation that the bartender wouldn't serve him two drinks because she couldn't be sure that he wasn't buying a drink for a minor.
I am generally effusively sympathetic to waiters and servers, but her demeanor rubbed me very much the wrong way (she seemed to revel in her power and authority and was not in any way a genial bar hostess) and I wasn't in any mood to take it. Honestly, we were sitting at the bar. Mac is in his 40s, and clearly not on a prom date. If he were buying underage kids drinks, he'd be ordering more than mine and the one for himself. And seriously, she thought he was buying drinks for an underage prom date? I gave her a steely look and said, "What? Do you think this is Dateline? If you really want proof of age, you can just look at my hairline. And my disdain."
When we finally got to order drinks, it was from a different bartender (surprise). As usual, I ordered a Mandarin & soda.
Bartender: "Ummmm Absolut Mandarin?"
Me: "Yes."
Me, aside: "No, I'm ordering the Chinese language dialect."
Bartender: "And what again?"
Me: "Soda."
Bartender: "What kind of soda? Coke? Sprite?"
Me, disbelievingly: "Soda water. Club soda."
After the subsequent rigamarole that was Mac attempting to order a simple martini, I felt the need to clarify that tonic water is not soda water. This appeared to confuse him.
I think I'd rather just have ordered a Diet Coke and a prom date.
After all, I had some roofies in my purse.
I also think that Smashing Hymens might be a good name for a band.
catch a wave, and a fraction of time
The BBC and Discovery have taken some amazing footage of nature with super-, like ridiculous, high-speed cameras.
Very cool.
There's a gallery over at Wired. The hummingbird is cool, but I found the tattoo needle a bit disturbing.
Very cool.
There's a gallery over at Wired. The hummingbird is cool, but I found the tattoo needle a bit disturbing.
Also brought to you by the letters L, G, B, T and Q
From Newsweek: Sesame Street, The Show That Counts. (How Sesame Street Changed the World)
Sadly, it's not counting too high in the ratings or funding these days.
But Lord don't we all have warm fuzzy monster memories!
And did you know the 12 pinball counting voices were the Pointer Sisters? Awesome.
And check out the discography on the Muppet Wikia. You've gotta love titles like "Grover Sings the Blues" and "Sesame Street Fever"!
Oh yeah, how much to you love that the Daily Show's footage of RNC Chairman Michael Steele is always the muppet customer complaining to waiter Grover. There's a whole Daily Show section on the Muppet Wiki.
And OMG! How could I forget Gitmo!
Sadly, it's not counting too high in the ratings or funding these days.
But Lord don't we all have warm fuzzy monster memories!
And did you know the 12 pinball counting voices were the Pointer Sisters? Awesome.
And check out the discography on the Muppet Wikia. You've gotta love titles like "Grover Sings the Blues" and "Sesame Street Fever"!
Oh yeah, how much to you love that the Daily Show's footage of RNC Chairman Michael Steele is always the muppet customer complaining to waiter Grover. There's a whole Daily Show section on the Muppet Wiki.
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And OMG! How could I forget Gitmo!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
just like his dear Pawpaw
Sunday night with the cowboys.
Somehow, the topic turned to logging. Or I might have described someone's passing out by saying, "If there were a lumberjack there he would have shouted 'Timber!'."
Jeff (sincerely and truthfully): You know, I was a lumberjack.
Wilson: Are you okay?
[polite chuckling all around]
Rodney: You know, you have to be of a certain age to get that.
Yeah you do.
Somehow, the topic turned to logging. Or I might have described someone's passing out by saying, "If there were a lumberjack there he would have shouted 'Timber!'."
Jeff (sincerely and truthfully): You know, I was a lumberjack.
Wilson: Are you okay?
[polite chuckling all around]
Rodney: You know, you have to be of a certain age to get that.
Yeah you do.
War of the Worlds
The folks at io9 have noted that the Earth has been at war with Mars in H. G. Wells' War of the Worlds for over a hundred years now—which has meant a lot of cover art. They have a small gallery of pulp War of the Worlds covers online, and link to a much bigger one.
From the io9 gallery, I though this one was particularly stylish and cool:
A stellar example of good graphic design. The loser in the bunch? This one:
Um, that's the Enterprise from Star Trek...
From the io9 gallery, I though this one was particularly stylish and cool:
A stellar example of good graphic design. The loser in the bunch? This one:
Um, that's the Enterprise from Star Trek...
Separate is not equal
Except for marriages in California and proms in Georgia.
What? Seriously--still separate black and white proms in the South?
Yep. (The New York Times)
What? Seriously--still separate black and white proms in the South?
Yep. (The New York Times)
and THAT, Majorie, just so you will know...
From NPR of all places: The 'Designing Women' Game: Write Your Own Julia Rant
The first season of Designing Women is now available on DVD. At least the gays have something to be happy about today.
The first season of Designing Women is now available on DVD. At least the gays have something to be happy about today.
Equal rights, what's next
Protesters are all over downtown. Civic Center is basically shut down with traffic blockages, sit-ins, and hundreds waiting to be arrested. I feel the pain, but I don't think it will do much good. Any press is good though, and outrage needs to be visible.
Reasonable voices are out there though:
Reasonable voices are out there though:
no civil rights for gays, but civil justice service mandated
And I have jury duty this week. It will be difficult to sum up any respect for the court.
The jury summons as winning the anti-lottery. Perfect.
The jury summons as winning the anti-lottery. Perfect.
and it's official
California Supreme Court upholds Prop 8. Gay bashing continues, and the separation of church and state violated. The ruling just came out so there is not much news or opinion just yet.
If I hear Carrie Prejan say anything on TV this week I'm going to throw something. Probably up.
Crowds are outside the courthouse shouting "Shame on you! Shame on you!"
And the shame for Californians is deep.
If I hear Carrie Prejan say anything on TV this week I'm going to throw something. Probably up.
Crowds are outside the courthouse shouting "Shame on you! Shame on you!"
And the shame for Californians is deep.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Memorial Day 2009
While the weekend was fun— Gay Day Friday, home chores and late night fun with visiting friend of 415 Rick and young dancer Jon Cooper (shout to Jon) Saturday, and a packed Sundance Saloon and Castro Sunday night—Memorial Day Monday was very much about chilling. Lance and Greg are redoing another room in the house, and introduced me to the shelter porn that is Room & Board.
Then, of course, there was Recovery at the Lookout, hosted by Pollo Del Mar. Only when I ran into Stephen Kling did I recall that we did this very thing last year.
Pollo, who was working Gay Day, invited Andy Bell of Erasure to join the party, and it as exciting to have him there. Nice guy too. (Not that I am a starfcker or anything. I'm just sayin'.)
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And of course, Pollo made sure we all took our medicine.
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Then, of course, there was Recovery at the Lookout, hosted by Pollo Del Mar. Only when I ran into Stephen Kling did I recall that we did this very thing last year.
Pollo, who was working Gay Day, invited Andy Bell of Erasure to join the party, and it as exciting to have him there. Nice guy too. (Not that I am a starfcker or anything. I'm just sayin'.)
. And of course, Pollo made sure we all took our medicine.
. . Tomorrow: Day of Decision
The California Supreme Court will issue its ruling on the validity of Prop 8 tomorrow. It is expected to uphold the existing marriages, and Prop 8. In any case, events are planned, be it a celebration or protest.
Events will be taking place across the country, and in Canada.
Events will be taking place across the country, and in Canada.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Southern Exposér, Gay Day at G.A.
Gay Day at Great America was great fun for three reasons: Shilpa, Chris, and Exposé.
We're all coaster people, and pretty much spent the entire time from one ride to the next, with breaks for fried foods and Dear God the people watching. I had NO IDEA there was such a ghetto mo population! Someone coined the term ghettMo. Lots and lots of bling too. Seriously with the wow.
I only snapped a couple of pics, but I loved this girls whole purple butterfly theme, and click through on the dude on the right and to check out his ever-so-carefully trimmed hair and "beard:"
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And WTF with all the platinum dye jobs? Is that back? I shudder to think.
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And seriously with the amount of hair gel going on with the ghettmos. Honestly, it was a fire hazard. They made the place flammable.
At the same time, it was quite touching and affirming. I can't believe how young these out suburban kids are. Shilpa made the comment that "It's like high school, but all gay." Lot's of teens and lots of PDA. It was striking to see giant guys dressed like scary gangstas holding hands with their boyfriends. Quite touching actually. (And man did I feel old.) The south bay Latina lesbians were predominately a bit, shall we say, severe, but at the same time, so adorable in their love-dovey baby dykeness.
Aw.
I saw many friends from the City, but the demographic certainly skewed local. As such, the Club Papi Latin stage was the most popular. And a lot of fun.
The Big Girl Dance Off was hilarious.
At one point some girl was flopping belly-down so hard on the end of the stage that it started shaking. It also looked as if she were going to slide off the stage. The drag queen hostess made the apt analogy that she can't side off the stage and into the pool like she were Shamu. (Chris: "ShamWow!")
Then there were the Club Papi Dancers, followed by an amateur underwear dance contest that was so tragic. Except for the winner. Ay!
. 
At the "county fair" area I had to snap this pic of the prizes in one of those claw machines.
If you look closely, you can tell they're not real iPods, but knockoffs.
Oh yeah, the bars sucked. Four times I could not find someone who knew what soda water was, or club soda, or that tonic water was not the same thing. And they made Shilpa's vodka and diet coke with tequila.
We broke for salty dinner foods at the food court, where I was courted by some salty goods:
I love that even at an amusement park in Santa Clara, drag queens will call out to me by name.
Speaking of which, we missed the first Trannyshack show, but made it in time for Charisma Glitterati's performance of "Single Ladies" with my favorite Fag Hag Dancers Suzan Revah and Joanna Parks.
Heklina has rimmed guys on stage many, many times, and the late crowd was calling for it. Listen as she covers herself after she notices a little girl in the crowd.
That might have worked, except that Heklina hadn't said "Who wants to see me rim that guy on stage?" but rather "Who wants to see me lick this guys butt hole on stage?" That's a little more graphic and it made the alternate definition of "rimming" a bit of a non sequitur.
While Heklina was stretching out the introductions, I spied Suzan and Joanna off stage, and totally felt the love when they lit up seeing me in the crowd.
Drag lip-syncing rarely translates well to larger stages, but Charisma, Suzan, and Joanna ROCKED it.
And Heklina gave them their props too.
But the best show was a reunited Exposé. Sure, they were an hour late, and during their show one dork was in front waving a poster from the original CD and blocking our view most of the time, and another drunk behind us was so effed up he dropped his pants and started peeing into the crowd—but we were way happy little 80s fans.
They performed their old hits, which is just what we all wanted, and they looked great. Noticeably older (as are we all), still hot, and impressively fit and fabulous.
. 
Such a fun show! And the crowd sang along like a house party.
All in all, a great night. I can't believe we spent more than six hours in there.
Final words: Uniboober. And one more line I can't remember but will insert it when it comes back to me.
Flickr set: Gay Day, Exposé
We're all coaster people, and pretty much spent the entire time from one ride to the next, with breaks for fried foods and Dear God the people watching. I had NO IDEA there was such a ghetto mo population! Someone coined the term ghettMo. Lots and lots of bling too. Seriously with the wow.
I only snapped a couple of pics, but I loved this girls whole purple butterfly theme, and click through on the dude on the right and to check out his ever-so-carefully trimmed hair and "beard:"
. And WTF with all the platinum dye jobs? Is that back? I shudder to think.
. And seriously with the amount of hair gel going on with the ghettmos. Honestly, it was a fire hazard. They made the place flammable.
At the same time, it was quite touching and affirming. I can't believe how young these out suburban kids are. Shilpa made the comment that "It's like high school, but all gay." Lot's of teens and lots of PDA. It was striking to see giant guys dressed like scary gangstas holding hands with their boyfriends. Quite touching actually. (And man did I feel old.) The south bay Latina lesbians were predominately a bit, shall we say, severe, but at the same time, so adorable in their love-dovey baby dykeness.
I saw many friends from the City, but the demographic certainly skewed local. As such, the Club Papi Latin stage was the most popular. And a lot of fun.
The Big Girl Dance Off was hilarious.
At one point some girl was flopping belly-down so hard on the end of the stage that it started shaking. It also looked as if she were going to slide off the stage. The drag queen hostess made the apt analogy that she can't side off the stage and into the pool like she were Shamu. (Chris: "ShamWow!")
Then there were the Club Papi Dancers, followed by an amateur underwear dance contest that was so tragic. Except for the winner. Ay!
. At the "county fair" area I had to snap this pic of the prizes in one of those claw machines.
If you look closely, you can tell they're not real iPods, but knockoffs.
Oh yeah, the bars sucked. Four times I could not find someone who knew what soda water was, or club soda, or that tonic water was not the same thing. And they made Shilpa's vodka and diet coke with tequila.
We broke for salty dinner foods at the food court, where I was courted by some salty goods:
I love that even at an amusement park in Santa Clara, drag queens will call out to me by name.
Speaking of which, we missed the first Trannyshack show, but made it in time for Charisma Glitterati's performance of "Single Ladies" with my favorite Fag Hag Dancers Suzan Revah and Joanna Parks.
Heklina has rimmed guys on stage many, many times, and the late crowd was calling for it. Listen as she covers herself after she notices a little girl in the crowd.
That might have worked, except that Heklina hadn't said "Who wants to see me rim that guy on stage?" but rather "Who wants to see me lick this guys butt hole on stage?" That's a little more graphic and it made the alternate definition of "rimming" a bit of a non sequitur.
While Heklina was stretching out the introductions, I spied Suzan and Joanna off stage, and totally felt the love when they lit up seeing me in the crowd.
Drag lip-syncing rarely translates well to larger stages, but Charisma, Suzan, and Joanna ROCKED it.
And Heklina gave them their props too.
But the best show was a reunited Exposé. Sure, they were an hour late, and during their show one dork was in front waving a poster from the original CD and blocking our view most of the time, and another drunk behind us was so effed up he dropped his pants and started peeing into the crowd—but we were way happy little 80s fans.
They performed their old hits, which is just what we all wanted, and they looked great. Noticeably older (as are we all), still hot, and impressively fit and fabulous.
. Such a fun show! And the crowd sang along like a house party.
All in all, a great night. I can't believe we spent more than six hours in there.
Final words: Uniboober. And one more line I can't remember but will insert it when it comes back to me.
Flickr set: Gay Day, Exposé
Friday, May 22, 2009
B2B
Paul Day roused me out of bed Sunday to join him for the "parade of hotness" that was the Bay to Breakers race through our neighborhood. I got there too late for the serious runners, and the seriously fit people, but enjoyed the parade of flesh and costumes and then the drunken hoards.
PeeDee set his position at Fell and Masonic mostly because the cop there was hot. Frankly, that's as good a reason as any.
He was like 6'5". I thought about taking lots of photos, but knew Flickr would be FULL of such later in the day. So I just took a photo of a photographer.
Will that do for the blog?
No.
Here are some favorite sights. You know I value clever over obvious.
Tron—
Playclothes from curtains! And the Wicked Baroness—
The living room in the street, with empty television cabinet to "watch the race on TV"—
Body Paint heroes—
Her sign reads "Do you need to take a shit? Bathroom available!" I do not know if she was charging a fee—
Bubbles, and DEVO—
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And of course there were lots of pretty fleshy bits:
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The sticker on his ass reads "magically delicious."
The crowd was as much fun to watch as the "race."
Where else does one see a taco on a cell phone?
As I said, I didn't get into taking that many photos. Flickr is fertile for such if you're interested. I do like that YouTube is so popular this year too.
Here's someone's video of a girl booty dancing in the window so hard that she breaks the window with her ass.
I took two clips of the crowd just to get a sense of the scope, and the festivity.
The star of the show, at least in our little stretch, was Chicken Little. Many houses on the block had street parties in front blasting a variety of playlists on professional systems.
And on one front porch was a little girl in a chicken suit.
And she was dancing up a storm.
Rock out with your cock out!
(Seriously, she danced all day.)
PeeDee set his position at Fell and Masonic mostly because the cop there was hot. Frankly, that's as good a reason as any.
He was like 6'5". I thought about taking lots of photos, but knew Flickr would be FULL of such later in the day. So I just took a photo of a photographer.
Will that do for the blog?
No.
Here are some favorite sights. You know I value clever over obvious.
Tron—
Playclothes from curtains! And the Wicked Baroness—
The living room in the street, with empty television cabinet to "watch the race on TV"—
Body Paint heroes—
Her sign reads "Do you need to take a shit? Bathroom available!" I do not know if she was charging a fee—
Bubbles, and DEVO—
. And of course there were lots of pretty fleshy bits:
. . The sticker on his ass reads "magically delicious."
The crowd was as much fun to watch as the "race."
Where else does one see a taco on a cell phone?
As I said, I didn't get into taking that many photos. Flickr is fertile for such if you're interested. I do like that YouTube is so popular this year too.
Here's someone's video of a girl booty dancing in the window so hard that she breaks the window with her ass.
I took two clips of the crowd just to get a sense of the scope, and the festivity.
The star of the show, at least in our little stretch, was Chicken Little. Many houses on the block had street parties in front blasting a variety of playlists on professional systems.
And on one front porch was a little girl in a chicken suit.
And she was dancing up a storm.
Rock out with your cock out!
(Seriously, she danced all day.)
student body
Did I mention that while I was out at Play with Keith and his admirers in Nashville, it just happened to be the Student Body finals?
Yeah.
Contestants could come up on stage in shorts, and they could take off their shirts (of course) but regardless of what was on underneath, Tennessee law prohibited them from taking off their pants to reveal any shorts underneath. WTF right? Probably lands them in the legal definition of undressing or something.
Anyway, I felt like a slightly pervy old guy as we sat up front and took pics. But hey, fish gotta swim, aging gay dudes gotta perv.
See the photoset here. I'd animate it or something but I don't have the time.
It came down to these two finalists. Princess was the drag hostess. She reminded me very much of Suppositori Spelling. Loved her.
The blond one won. I thought his name was Luke, but that was the other finalist.
Also note the black magic marker on his hands. That indicates he's not even 21 yet. Sigh.
His friend was crazy with the hot and should have competed as well (maybe he did was we eliminated earlier in the term. Dunno.). He told me his name was Bo and I had to get a photo—freaking Bo and Luke right?
Oh yeah, Luke was the other one.
But still. I'm just sayin'.
Yeah.
Contestants could come up on stage in shorts, and they could take off their shirts (of course) but regardless of what was on underneath, Tennessee law prohibited them from taking off their pants to reveal any shorts underneath. WTF right? Probably lands them in the legal definition of undressing or something.
Anyway, I felt like a slightly pervy old guy as we sat up front and took pics. But hey, fish gotta swim, aging gay dudes gotta perv.
See the photoset here. I'd animate it or something but I don't have the time.
It came down to these two finalists. Princess was the drag hostess. She reminded me very much of Suppositori Spelling. Loved her.
The blond one won. I thought his name was Luke, but that was the other finalist.
Also note the black magic marker on his hands. That indicates he's not even 21 yet. Sigh.
His friend was crazy with the hot and should have competed as well (maybe he did was we eliminated earlier in the term. Dunno.). He told me his name was Bo and I had to get a photo—freaking Bo and Luke right?
Oh yeah, Luke was the other one.
But still. I'm just sayin'.
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