I Got A Hankerin'...

Fer some white wine, unusual because I much prefer red. Now a bottle of chardonnay later and I made yellow and green squash with shells in a pesto cream sauce, and a flounder francese with toasted almonds, sunflower seeds and squash with spinach. AND I have a nice cock and a tight ass. So what's the deal.....?

Anyway, The shelves that fell have been put back up more securely. I replaced the DVD racks with new, sturdier versions. I swapped out my nightstand for a new filing cabinet. The laundry is done, the sheets are changed, and all is quite orderly here in my castle high atop Second Ave. Jet escaped this morning and sprinted down five flights of stairs. I got down to find him taking a nice big long piss at the foyer door. Sort of outside. I guess. This afternoon outside Tompkins Square Park we ran in to a nice lady shilling for Eukanuba. We scored two bags of dog food, three large biscuits, four tartar bones and four packets of doggy gravy. Because my dog is cute.

Union Square, Friday Evening 2006

This picture has no real significance, other than to show out of towners what Union Square is like when absolutely nothing of note is going on. It's still crowded. But I was just trying out a feature of Picasa where you can edit pictures and post them directly from Picasa to your blog. It works pretty well. If you haven't tried Picasa yet you should. It's got some really cool features and it's free from the fine folks over at Google.

Scuze Me While I Empty My Head

Star Jones Reynolds leaves The View. Today they kicked her to the curb. Ding-dong the witch is dead.

The lilac bushes are in bloom in the park by my house. The entire north side smells like old lady.

I am highly allergic to mosquito bites. I get enormous red welts (sometimes the size of baseballs). They itch and get so hot it's painful. The reaction can last up to four days. I have insect repellant, hydrocortizone cream and Benadryl spray out on the table all summer. I hate mosquitoes. I take comfort in imagining that they fly around for a bit, and then start to feel vaguely ill. They cough a couple of times, and then my tainted blood makes them fall dead out of the sky. Bwaaaaa ha-ha-ha-ha.

I saw a thing on ER the other day where a guy with minor injuries had some drops put in his eyes. The drops made him cough and sneeze and then his eye popped out of the socket!. It looked just like that Arnold movie on Mars. I freaked out and changed the channel, but I can't shake the image or the thought that if it was on ER, it must be possible. You can sneeze and your eye can pop out. Right?


I don't watch much "reality" TV but I have looked in on and enjoyed So You Think You Can Dance. I have a thought and a question. I think I would like Dmitry to fuck me until I cry. My question is for Jaymz. The "Z" I can take, but why the "Y"?

Whole Foods had a sale on organic lemonade this week. What exactly makes organic lemonade organic I don't know. I haven't bothered to read the label. But a Svedka/soda and organic lemonade is about the tastiest thing I've ever had.

Last week. 23rd St. Near 6th Ave. Two men. Both blind. With canes. One leading the other through the crowd and into a local deli. Literally, the blind leading the blind. Huh.

My bedroom is disintegrating around me. Shelves falling off the wall. Windowblind cords snapping. Maybe it's a sign.

More. New York City. Pride 2006.

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Still. More. New York City. Pride 2006.

and finally ...



crack is whack.


I have a few more pictures. I ran in to the beginnings of a mini-ball that I LOVED but it didn't take off and my lower back started to knot up. I also snapped some pics of the calender guys from City Gym Boys at the outdoor festival. I'll post those later. And I still have to recap the HIV/AIDS vigil. But that's a story more than just posting pictures. This was the first time in years I had the whole weekend to really enjoy pride and not have to leave to go to/get up for work. I also didn't hang out with anyone. Just me. I did the parade, I did the street fair, I came home and played with my dog. I went out for drinks but woke up the next day hangover-free. It wasn't crazy, it was fun and respectful and one of the better Pride experiences I've ever had. I hope you enjoyed the pictures. We now return to our snarky general commentary.

New York City. Pride 2006.

Here's a handful of pictures from the parade. I'll be updating with more as I edit them. I'll comment as needed. Please do not use any pictures without crediting me and this blog. Of course, we'll start with Kevin Aviance. Even though she should have bedazzled the knee brace.






















Falcon Exclusives Roman Heart and Erik Rhodes.

(Below and yesterday's preview) Boys of the Bacardi float.

5th Avenue, 19th St.

Twinks get their freak on.

A Preview...

of some really awesome Pride pix. If I do say so myself. More during the week. I've got a lot of pictures to edit. If you feel like stalking me the rest of the night I'll be at The Park and then Mr. Black. Oh my liver.

Sorry About The Flash Glare ...

But I wanted to show you this. It's outside a church on 5th Avenue, the parade route on Sunday.



I got some beautiful photos from the HIV/AIDS vigil tonight. I can't wait to show them to you. It was extremely emotional.

One Hour From Now

WSIWYG - Greetings From Gaytown plus, My Dog's First Gay Bar

Tuesday found me hiking downtown to the Bowery Poetry Club for the annual all-singing all-dancing gay edition of WYSIWYG. I love that they've moved from the old PS 122 location, as it's now great writing and entertainment WITH A BAR. I'm much more motivated to arrive early now. I always love the way gay edition of WYSIWYG, but this year was particularly good. I won't review every performer, but I will highlite my favorites. Greg Walloch was milk out the nose funny. Huh-larry-us. And if you head over to Curly McDimple's site Ham & Cheese on Wry, she's posted the peice she read. It's funny in print but her delivery was retardedly good. I can see why she's been nominated for blog awards. I'm so jealous. One of my absolute favorite bloggers Joel Derfner didn't disappoint on any level. I wish I could tell you more about what he read but unfortunately when he took the stage all the blood rushed out of my ears and into my penis. The picture does not do him justice but here you go...


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Joe Jervis, Rod Townsend and Greg Walloch

Moving right along, I was informed that there would be a little after gay-say at Nowhere, a bar I have on my emergency martini list. Location, location, location. But I had a couple priorities. Namely I'd only had a slice of pizza and a Snapple in the last few hours and I knew I had a dog at home with his hind legs crossed cursing me out with doggie swear words. Ever the multi-tasker, I decided to grab some sushi on the way home and then bring dog and bar together for two, two, two treats in one. I hadn't counted on the fact that either Tuesday nights there have really taken off, or the bar was crazy busy because it's Pride week, but either way the joint was packed, so Jet and I took over the little alcove in the front. I enjoyed a couple of Stoli/sodas and Jet got tons of attention and all the popcorn he could scarf down.