Weekend
Did the closest thing to bar-hopping on Saturday night with the Princess. He picked me up at Blake's, we then proceeded to go to Oscar's (Alfredo from The Other O wasn't there, sadly.) We then went to Burkhart's, saw Mary Edith Pitts for the first time in all her glory. I met her male alter-ego weeks earlier. Trashtastic! We went into Felix's, but left because it seemed like they were closing. Veered away from the Eagle as somehow we felt oddly overdressed as we saw the guy in chaps standing outside the place.
Maybe next week I'll bring my harness. Someone want to get me some chaps for XMas?
Gifts, gifts, gifts. Baked a caramel pecan pie last night, and spent over a hundred dolalrs at the gay Kroger at Ansley. Pies make a good, sweet, and thoughtful gift. Diabetics beware. I add 3/4 a cup of sugar to each pie.
Here's a poem:
Potato Queen
I wonder
What other Gaysians think
When they see me
With this Anglo boyfriend of
German Jewish descent.
Do they think
Potato Queen!
Traitor!
Geisha boy!
Chinkslut!
Or do they secretly envy me?
Sticky Rice
We're like sisters.
Sisters of the Gaysian Sisterhood.
[Posted under faggy tendencies.] (Posted here.)