Poor neglected website. Here's a scattershot post.
This week's And the Brand Played On had me zeroing in on "Fag Hags" of the Blue Whale which was a complete and total blast. I now have a technique to listening in on people if I don't have a notepad handy. By repeating verbatim what is just heard into the voice recorder of my cell phone all is pretty effectively captured.
Double-dipping, Past, Over is all about the Pride. It's easy to hate on Pride. It's hokey, odd, and outfield. Which is why I will still go to the parade and give my support. Only eight years ago my sexuality was still disclosed from my parents. Granted they had already figured it out years before, but it was great blossoming for me. Pretty much a self-actualized gay at this point, I see it as a responsibility to lend my support to both my predecessors and to communities that are still emerging.
Stepping off the soapbox to dish some Fire Island dirt:
- Pavilion on Fire Island still is incomplete. Apparently they filed permits as a renovation and not as a reconstruction and therefore are now being denied a certificate of occupancy. The government official needed to fix the problem will not even come to the area until sometime in late June.
- The Meatrack path between Cherry Grove and the Pines was perfectly painted in a vibrant orange paint. The painters hit every toe-stubbing stump and thorny vine. Unfortunately though, the rains of last week pretty much washed the paint away, leaving only a slight orange tint on the path and problem area.
- Every member of my house to date has seen me naked. Oops.
- For the first time in my life, I've hired a housekeeper. While out on the island last weekend, she came in and caught up all of the cleaning that was neglected during the three months of illness. Perhaps the best present ever given to myself.
- Sybil the cat is doing great, but I'm wondering if I'm a good father. Abandoned two weekends in a row (one of the neighbor's kids feeds and plays with her - a bargain at $20!) she is now much more affectionate and runs to the door when I come home. Also, my own eating disorder might be passed along to her. After having two cats die two years ago, one from diabetes, keeping her slim and healthy is important to me. Every day she plays fetch for a good half hour, running through rooms to get the thrown toy. At the end of these sessions, she vigorously pants, something I've not seen a cat do before. Similarly, her quantity of food hasn't increased in her two months with me, but she has grown substantially. Maybe I'll buy her a little scale that measures body fat and rewards her with a treat for BMI of 13 per cent or below. Video soon.