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In Texas, they always say — don’t bitch about the weather, cuz it will soon change. Yesterday we had the A/C on. Today it is SNOWING!! This made me chuckle… scary ass Santas Happy Holidays, Fuckas! |
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In Texas, they always say — don’t bitch about the weather, cuz it will soon change. Yesterday we had the A/C on. Today it is SNOWING!! This made me chuckle… scary ass Santas Happy Holidays, Fuckas! |
Hey all.
Still in DC and leaving this afternoon.
Drove down to New Jersey for Koukla’s funeral yesterday. The service itself was very, very somber and so very sad. It was held in a beautiful but oddly claustrophobic Greek Orthodox church, spoken mostly in Latin by a minister in robes with a flaming incense burner. Her small estranged family took one pew in the front, and the entire other side of the church was filled with Koukla’s chosen family. Everyone was crying and a few were wailing. Funerals are rarely about a person’s life. I hate that.
At the graveside, one of her best friends tossed a flower in her grave and yelled “Opa!” The local Butches and Femmes were very warm to Chris and I, some familar faces, some beloved faces, and some new friends made. The last few weeks of Marianna’s life were apparently pretty rough, and I was told she was supposed to move in with Rugged that very Saturday she was buried. I was glad to know Koukla had many longtime friends who loved and cared for her. The Butches and Femmes took over five big tables at a Greek diner, and we all shared happy stories about the Greek Goddess Koukla (Marianna) and how she was so full of joy and so much fun, how her smile made you feel like gold for the moment.
On the long drive back to DC, Chris and I got lost and explored the great state of Virginia for several hours, frustrated as hell and yelling at each other like old married folks are prone to do. We kept seeing the Jefferson monument in the distance but couldn’t figure out how to get to it. It was IGNUNT. Some weird guy with one eye going east and the other eye going west gave us some crazy directions at some gas station in a place called Crystal City. Meryl had told us that DC is laid out in a grid, and later I told her that was BULLSHIT. LOL We got pulled over by two cops who told who shook a finger at Miz Chris told and told her she needed to be MORE CONSIDERATE to other drivers. I thought that was pretty funny. Apparently you can’t stop in the middle of traffic to look at a map in our nation’s capitol. We were running late and wanted to get back to the hotel so the missus could freshen up for Thinker’s birthday party. We had lost our room key, of course. It was that kind of day. After Chris put her face on back at the room, we decided to take a fucking CAB to the party, and you know what was ironic? The place were the party was held was right fucking next to the damned gas station where crazy eyes gave us directions!
Although no one had signed up to sing karoake yet, the first song the little queen started spinning was “I Will Survive”. That was Koukla big number, you know. She belted it out with feeling in New Orleans, and her friends told us she did that lil’ number up and down the eastern seaboard. LOL So I think she was there with us. 
The party was a real good time. Many of Thinker’s Butch-Femme friends from all parts of the country showed up to wish him the best on his fortieth. Some of my favorite peeps were there and we all sat around bumpin’ our gums and laughing. A few of the talented people in our group entertained us with their musical stylings. Miz Chris started right gulping anything flammable. Poor baby had had quite a day. LOL I think she was too tired to really catch a buzz, but we had a good time anyway.
I have been here nearly a week now and the whole the DC crowd is just the BEST. But and I do miss my own bed and my little dogs. I don’t think I have slept six hours total all week. Ain’t no espresso on the planet that could save me at this point.
See ya’ll soon
Rhon
Me and babygrrl went to see the musical “Fosse” tonight. Third row. Uber gay. JAZZ HANDS! I have seen Caberet and Chicago on Broadway and off. The style is like cool ease with a constrained tension…. an understated dazzle. I love it when those elegant machine bodies are held taute at the end of a number, and it is a surprise to realize they are breathless. Never thought an ol’headbanga like me could appreciate musicals or dance. Gotta thank my babes for that.
I am a fully fledged, full blown, huge homo. And I want my damned toaster.
heee heee
I am all wrapped in blankets on a gray afternoon with a buncha Chihuahuas, a diva cat, and one ba-rat-teee little Femme. Huge brown eyes, pouty lips… you know how she do. I am feelin’ lucky, trying real hard to charm my grrl with some kinda sweet Daddy wayz. She twirls her hair and out of nowhere says, “Hmph. You never made me LASAGNE.” It sounded like that “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers Anymore” song, and I take offense to such an accusation!
I say, “BABY! One time I made you a 400 pound pan of mushroom lasagne with a white asiago cream sauce, and you said it SUCKED cuz it had vegetables in it!”
Now as she is watching tv in the other room, she hollered to let me know that IF Selma Hayek ever calls, she is leaving me. Do you think Selma Hayek would ever make her white lasagne? With an iced diet Dr. Pepper to cleanse her palette?
Maybe, but I frikken DOUBT it!!!
“The effect of an IV hit of methamphetamine is the equivalent of 10 orgasms all on top of each other lasting for 30 minutes to an hour, with a feeling of arousal that lasts for another day and a half,” said Holley, who has interviewed meth-addicted men and women.
The effect doesn’t last long.
“After you have been using it about six months or so you can’t have sex unless you are high,” Holley said. “After you have been using it a little bit longer you can’t have sex even when you’re high. Nothing happens. It doesn’t work.”
Snipped from an article on CNN today, where they mentioned rising meth use in gay clubs.
Singing silly made up songs to a wee deaf chihuahua as espresso works my morning facelift. Wheeza reads lips and smiles, but blissfully, the tiny angel cannot hear me.
I am in my underwear and a backwards baseball cap, wishing I could hiberate like the bear that I am. I ponder where the week goes when my sleep patterns slide into another dimension, and the rest of the world stubbornly continues to run on linear time. How dare them tell me I am 40 now! I never wear a watch, but that does not stop time. Somewhere across an ocean, Big Ben is bonging.
Getting ready to lay out 4 different 2005 calendars for B-F.com, times 12 months, equals 50 or sumpin’ pages. That will take most of the day. A sales postcard to create and mail to our potential clients. A stack of Christmas cards and a stack of gifts to ship. A yard and deck needing to be tucked in for winter slumber, and one carazee so-called garage that needs to be bulldozed with some sort of John Deere machinery.
Yeah.
I’m awake. I’m fucking AWAKE already, alright?!?
I used to work in a prison and I realize some vile, evil people are simply without redemption as human beings, and society needs to be protected from those who would prey upon us. The reasons I am opposed to the death penalty have to do with the fact that justice is never absolute, but death is.Consider…
A lack of funds can land you on death row, but big money frees people like OJ Simpson.
Texas is by far the biggest death machine. We regularly execute several people a month, even some inmates who were under the age of 18, clearly mentally handicapped, or suffering from psychosis when they committed crimes. It only seems to cause real public unrest when females are executed. The reason I am thinking about this tonight is our governor just ordered a temporary stay for a woman here who was convicted of 86′ing her entire family for insurance money. I am sure they will kill Francis Newton anyway, but it was BIG NEWS that she got a rare stay. There are only a handful of women on death row in Texas, and I have made myself familiar with the stories of them all.
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KARLA FAYE TUCKER was all over the news a few years back. Tucker was a worthless drug addict who brutally murdered two people with a pickaxe, and then bragged that she orgasmed with every stroke. In prison and off drugs for 15 years, she changed. Seriously. The woman’s eyes transformed from black holes to human light. They say she became a beacon of love and hope to all who knew her, guards and inmates alike. Her mother had forced her into prostitution, showed her how to shoot drugs, yadda yadda. Many people rallied for clemancy for Tucker, even the infallible John Paul the Pope, but Bush signed her death warrant anyways. Bush even mocked her plea for mercy.
 “Please”‘ Bush whimpered in front of the cameras with his lips pursed in mock desperation, “don’t kill me!”
Karla Tucker was the first woman executed in this state since the Civl War, and I am sure that really scared all of her roomates. |
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After the state of Texas executed a battered great-grandmother during Bush’s term as governor, I started watching who the hell we are killing in my state. Granted, in some horrid patch of dirt called Gun Barrel City, BETTY BEETS had a few husbands buried around her mobile home amongst the daisies. I am not saying Betty Beets should have been allowed free reign at the bingo hall, but really, was this old lady such a continued threat to society that we had to strap her down and inject her with lethal poison? |
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DARLIE ROUTIER is probably innocent. She was convicted of stabbing two of her children to death after the prosecutor (and the local news) showed her laughing and spraying silly string on her son’s grave on the date of his birthday. What they didn’t show was part of the video the moment before the birthday celebration, where the family was praying and crying at the grave site. Darlie claims a late night intruder attacked her family as they slept, but the prosecutor argued that the ugly slash wound on her neck was self-inflicted. However, there were defensive bruises on both her arms, a bloody fingerprint found on the kitchen counter that didn’t match anyone in the family, and a bloody sock found far down the alley. Even the woman who wrote a true crime book about the case now believes Darlie is innocent. She’ll probably get a new trial soon. |
Of course, since we are diametrically opposed on most things, the Comet Christine thinks her husband is just a silly bleeding heart. Baby basically believes they should poke these creeps right in the eyes, slap them twice rilly hard, and then KILL ‘EM ALL on the spot the moment they are convicted!!!
So… my friends, what are your own feelings about the death penalty?