Mischa in the Midwest

Life can be a drag......so get out the heels and big hair

2009-03-31T11:43:00.000-07:00

Any idea which one I am in this photo????

Ash Wednesday or X marks the spot.

2009-02-25T14:07:00.000-08:00

she may not be a Catholic but.................

is that a hat or her hair?

nunnies are always the first in line

can you tell they had sex last night?

they even do it to babies

she's looks happy

stylish hair that covers the spot

because.....

just because....

do i need a reason?

i definitely don't need a reason

my new future husband

my ex-future husband.........shhh, I haven't told him yet

Vera's furture husband

I was struck today, as I am every year I suppose, by the number of people about town sporting a "cross of ash" on their foreheads. Rituals, gotta love them. And those Catholics (i'm a recovering Catholic myself) just love themselves a good ritual, as well. They have it all, don't they? Colorful costumes (it's all drag), golden props, candle light, incense, and a fabulous set complete with stained-glass windows, marble statues and a pretty gold cabinet where the body and blood of Christ lives. I have to wonder how many of those who take the time to get their ashen symbols, so all who see them know what good an devote Catholics they are, live their daily lives with kindness and to all. Hmmm. Did they give the homeless man on the corner some change? Hold a door open for someone to enter a building? Let another car in their lane in front of them? Smile at an elderly person on the street? Give up their seat on the bus?

I wonder what they "gave up" for Lent? In the meantime..........I thought I should post of few pics. I know it's been weeks since I've published a thing. I hope to do better.

When straying eyes become tattle tales...

2009-01-14T14:46:00.000-08:00

You know what really pisses me off? I'm sitting at my desk at work during my lunch or break time and doing a little blogging. From those of you that visit my site, you know I regularly post pictures of cute and often near-naked men. Well someone in my office walked by my desk and was "offended' by what the saw on my computer screen. "Grow up! Piss off! Mind your own f*@&ing business!

I'm constantly surprised that some people find nudity or near nudity offensive. They probably bathe with their eyes closed and have never been to a beach or swimming pool. Or perhaps they find their naked body so offensive they don't think any should be seen.

So here's some great photos by Kai Z Feng

My little kumquat needs some cheering up

2009-01-09T15:02:00.000-08:00

I hope at least one of these help.

Merry Christmas

2008-12-24T13:30:00.000-08:00

Dear Santa, I've been a very good boy this year. Please may I have any one of these. Or. Dear Santa, I've been a very bad boy this year. Please may I have any one of these.

Ding dong, Merrily on High

2008-12-05T14:08:00.000-08:00

I have a big concert tomorrow night. I sing with The Quire which is a gay and lesbian chorus. I still think the title of this concert is a little strange since we're not singing any songs that contain that lyric. Oh well, lizbeans. Gotta love 'em. It proving to be an excellent concert. Last night's dress rehearsal went extremely well. Well, at least the singing portion. We're singing three of the big choruses from The Messiah and the organist, Miss Marlys totally rocks out on those big pipes. I even have a solo in the swing version of White Christmas. I give it my best Bing. I have such a faggy speaking voice no one ever suspects I'm a bass. How low can ya go? Well, pretty fucking low in several ways.

I joined Netflix. I get my first movies tomorrow. Whoo hoo, to that. Just a few pictures today. I thought my little friend over at Valley Dreamin' would especially enjoy the Jesse McCartney pics. The other one is especially for...............me. Sigh, cute boys.

For the teenager in you............or visa versa.

2008-12-03T14:46:00.000-08:00

Not much time today to write anything very interesting. Where did my day go? But soon, I say, soon, a great story, I promise. In the mean time, at least I'll post a couple of pictures, a couple which are mostly for a couple of my readers in particular. Do you know who you are? While others pictures are more......universal. What does that mean?

2008-12-02T09:16:00.000-08:00

I was tagged in a meme by the fabulous J.D. over at Valley Dreamin'. If you're a movie fan and have not visited his site, it's a must! You may think they are silly but I love learning new facts about my blog-friends. Thanks J.D.

FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE
Gardner.....for a persnickety old queen who lived in the same Victorian house his entire life.
Waiter........you want cheese with that? Everyone should have to do this job at some point.
Factory worker.....in the extrusion department of an aluminum factory. Yes, moi. Don't ask.
Clerk in a video rental store.........free movies. Huzzah!

FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN
The African Queen, Strictly Ballroom, Aliens, All About Eve.........that was hard

FOUR PLACES YOU'VE LIVED
Albia, Ottumwa, Iowa City all in Iowa and NY, NY

FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH
True Blood, Heroes, So You Think You Can Dance, Iron Chef America

FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION
Miami, Montreal, San Francisco, Vienna

FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY
Facebook, Vera's Big Gay Blog, Daviddust, BoIdolatry

FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITES FOODS
Mashed Potatoes, Rib-eye Steak, Sea Scallops wrapped in prosciutto in a cream corn sauce (thanks 126) and Salmon tartar ala sushi.

FOUR PLACES YOU'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
Accepting my Tony Award for Best Director of a Musical
Accepting my Oscar for Best Director
Performing a concert at Carnegie Hall
and taking a cryptic cue from j.d......with "someone" doing "stuff"

FOUR BLOGGERS YOU'RE TAGGING
David @ Daviddust.blogspot.com, Dan @ 41north87west.blogspot.com, Ellen at Rambling Nelle, Bry @ BoIdolatry.

Power lounging.......I love Thanksgiving

2008-11-26T11:34:00.000-08:00

Sipping cocktails, IT, watching movies, eating, sleeping. It doesn't matter what time of day or what sequence or frequency. Of course, it would be made even better if one or more of these beauties could find his way into the mix.......or into my bed.

Peek-a-boo

2008-11-24T07:32:00.001-08:00

So I had to run the which gender program as well. 98% woman here, according to the blogometer. Hmm, I wonder which 2% is male.........at least it was still there when I got up this morning. My late friend Kevin had a similar device for measuring a specific body part, he called the mouth-o-meter.

Happy Friday...........the whistle is about to blow (which I were) and it's cocktail time

2008-11-21T14:56:00.000-08:00

Ding, dong, the bitch is back

2008-11-19T14:30:00.001-08:00

Sorry, I haven't posted in like two weeks. What's is up with that?!? I should write something ultra fabulous or at least post some equally ultra fabulous photos. What the hell have I been doing...........nothing. That's always the correct to that question. Well let's see, I've watched some movies on cable, some good, most of which I've seen before. Some bad, I'm such a sucker for cheesy sci-fi. Hmm, I had a date with a drag queen. Well more like a drag princess. Had a colonoscopy. Gotta love a nice Valium-versed cocktail. I told the doctor it's been so long since anyone had been up there, he would need a map............in Latin. Of course the staff doctor just observed as his "fellow" actually did the procedure. A Muslim woman, complete with burqa. Go figure. Found several new future husbands.

Tennis anyone? Oh wait, that's football! Rough, tough, bare-chested and buff!

2008-11-07T14:54:00.000-08:00

I'm not really a football fan but if I could watch a game or two with guys like this, dressed like this, I would reconsider. I used to say I would only watch football games in which the players wore white pants and it was raining. Then I'd have to depend on the camera man to "panned down". I should start my own sports channel Q-TV. I'd mostly cover sports where the players wore tight uniforms. Wrestling, swimming and diving of course, and figure skating goes without saying, really.

Seeing double, I knew I shouldn't have had that last 4 dozen martinis.

2008-11-07T08:12:00.000-08:00

What is it about this boy....Oh Jesse, oh Jesse, oh Jesse, oh!

2008-11-06T08:38:00.001-08:00

skins win, twins grin.....love me some Mitch Hewer

2008-11-06T07:56:00.000-08:00

If I had to choose a sport, keep your soccer, football, and frisbee. I'd play piggie back

2008-11-05T14:56:00.000-08:00

And this is what I really call breakfast in bed. Breakfast, Hell, I'd eat him anytime of day or night!!

David Gandy in, out and almost out of Dolce & Gabbana undies.

2008-11-04T13:37:00.000-08:00

Not that election today isn't important, au contraire, but somehow I'd rather look at these than either Obama or McCain. It will be fun to watch the returns tonight. And time will tell if whoever is elected can deliver what he promises. If not, I say what Ben Franklin said some two centuries ago, "let's have ourselves a revolution"!

Happy Halloween!

2008-10-31T12:48:00.000-07:00

All Hallows Eve. The Wiccan New Year. A truly magical and powerful day. Blessings to you all!

Books are SO decorative..........and black and white is SO artsy, don'tcha think?

2008-10-30T14:25:00.000-07:00

Insert catchy title here..............

2008-10-29T10:32:00.000-07:00

I haven't posted many near-naked to naked pics of cute boys recently so I'll try to make up for it today. Of course, I love and eye-catching humorous titles so I'll add just a few of those as well.

"Don't touch that! You don't know where its been"

"Put that down baby, Elizabeth. It's got germs ALL over its body"

"Where did I put my bus fare?"

"Betcha can't eat just one"

"I'll stop when I need glasses, OK?"

"Don't you wish you had one of these"

"Need a hand?"

Tag, I'm it.

2008-10-28T08:27:00.000-07:00

So Vera tagged me in a "meme". I'm such techno retard, I can barely maneuver around my own blog site, so naturally I've not heard of a "meme". But I love the word, it's fun to say. Meme!

Cut and pasted from Vera's blog...............I may be retarded but I can cut and paste, I think.

According to James at Rants of a Diva, here's how this works: I'm supposed to share 7 facts about myself , some random, some weird. Then I tag 7 people at the end of my post by leaving their names and links to their blogs. Then presumably the people I tag read my blog and they do the same. It's kind of like a chain letter except without the threats. So this should be fun, right? Right? Oh yeah, it worked, thanks Vera.

1. The second and third toe on both my feet are webbed.

2. As child I went to the Saturday matinee movie every week, regardless of what was playing.

Admission was 35 cents.

3. I worked part-time at a video rental store called That's Rentertainment for 7 years and

played Aliens every Tuesday and Thursday at 9:30pm. Ripley, "what do those pulse rifles fire?" Gorman, "35mm standard light amour piercing explosive tip caseless, why?" Strictly Ballroom during the "family hours". Les, "Tina, wonderful, wonderful fruit.....everything."

4. During my late teens, my closest friends and I would go our local cemetary, usually at Easter time, and take warped but humorous pictures of ourselves posed on selected and symbolic grave stones. I still have many of them. We were so twisted.

5. I was married (to a woman) for ten loooooooong years and have two fabulous daughters.

6. As a pre-schooler, I recall masturbating at nap-time. I don't think I really had orgasms then. After a while it just didn't feel as good.

7. I had an imaginary friend named, Deedee. I've always wondered what happened to her.

David Dust

BoIdolatry

Get Ur Pantz On

41NORTH87WEST

Rambling Nelle

Age Appropriate

Casperfan

Would a Vera by any other name be as fabulous?

2008-10-27T12:17:00.000-07:00

Is there something in the name Vera that automatically qualifies her for fabulousness? Or at least unique notoriety? You may know my younger sister, Vera Verilee of Vera's big gay blog. You should know Vera Charles of Auntie Mame fame. Or perky actress Vera Miles who portrayed Marion Cranes's less slashed and soggy sister, Lila in Psycho. You probably don't, or if you do, wish you didn't know Vera Craddock, black widow of my co-workers now deceased father-in-law. This weekend I revisited (for the umpteenth time) Vera Donovan, the fabulous foil to Dolores Claiborne. This Vera is portrayed by veteran stage actress Judy Parfitt although she has been featured in several films and television series, including a recurring character on ER. If you ever get a chance to check out her Gertrude in Tony Richardson's 1969 version of Hamlet of our time for our time, it's worth her performance and the director's vision of a Hamlet much rooted in the late 1960s counter-culture.

As Vera Donovan said........................."Don't look to me, Dolores. All my money is tied up in cash"........"Sometime you have to be a high-riding bitch to survive. Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman has to hold onto"................Six pins, Dolores! I like six pins, not five"..........."Don't we have a hair across our ass this morning, Dolores Claiborne?"...................."Vera, call me Vera. I insist that all women who has hysterics in my drawing room call me by my Christian name".............An accident Dolores, can be an unhappy woman's best friend. Husbands die every day, Dolores. Why...one is probably dying right now while you're sitting here weeping. They die....and leave their wives their money. I should know, shouldn't I? Sometimes they're driving home from their mistress' apartment and their brakes suddenly fail"......................"I hate the smell of being old". Of course the divine Dolores has many great zingers of her own, so I'll leave you with......"Now, you listen to me, Mr Grand High Poobah of Upper Buttcrack, I'm just about half-past give a shit with your fun and games.

I'll drink to that....

2008-10-16T13:15:00.000-07:00

and one for Mahler!

"I'm gonna need me that wine!"

"Isn't it a little early in the day to be drinking?" "I don't understand the question."

".....some young thin brunette draped over my chaise, popping pills, puffing pot, rotting his brains out on rock and roll."

"Bad table manners, my dear, have ruined more marriages than infidelity."

"It is, perhaps, remiss of me to dismiss court so early today but the foul stench from those miserable retches at the bar were so offensive to my nostrils, I fear it would impair the soundness of my judgement."

"What I call enterprise, poppin' pussies into pies."

"Keep away from her 'cept for Chino. This is not the Maria we know."

"Stay close to the candles, the stairway can be treacherous."

"For I have crossed the Rubicon, let the bridge be burned behind me. Come what may, come what may."

"I'll just add water and stir."

"Vera just adores little boys" "mmmyeeeess"

Sweet coral lips where nature's treasure lies....

2008-10-14T12:23:00.000-07:00

As my dear friend Megan puts it, "I am a make-out slut"! I LOVE making-out! I LOVE kissing! It has to be one of my favorite activities. And I must say, I excel at it. Not just excel, I'm a really great kisser. It still amazes me that some people either just don't know how or are really bad at it. Or their idea of kissing is far different than mine. It's always disappointing to start the approach, lips nearing each other, eyes starting to close, then......wham. I get this hard stiff tongue in my mouth that just sits there. I truly can't believe that its some people's idea of kissing. I love some tongue as much as the next person (maybe more) but to have that hard little muscle just shoved in there. What in the hell am I supposed to do with it. Sometimes I'd just like to bite. Ah, well. As I've been told many times in the past......"you should write a book". Hmmmm, "The Art of French Kissing"............"Making-out with Mischa"..........."A Tongue in the Mouth is Worth Two in the Bush".............."Lip Smackin' Good"...............The Pucker Approach"........."When words aren't enough, shut your mouth, but not too far".........."The Answer is on the Tip of My Tongue"..... Of making out with any of the little beauties posted today is simply, The Joy of Kissing.

What do you know.......the double ace of spades!

2008-10-10T15:05:00.000-07:00

Off for a rousing round of Euchre with girls ces soir. Huzzah!

We're well into October and everythings still so green.

2008-10-10T12:16:00.000-07:00

The weather has been near perfect here the past couple of days. Sunny blues sky. Temp 70 degrees or just above. The tress just barely starting to don their fall colors but still mostly green. As is the grass.......darn it! And is still growing so I guess I'll have to cut it this weekend. Students are still parading about the campus in shorts. Ah, sigh. I do love the fall. But I still miss the "heat"of summer. I miss the beach. Not that there's a real beach here in the middle god-knows-where, mind you. Unless you count the beach at Lake MacBride which I don't. I mean the beaches of Florida, of Key West, of the Riviera. It's there that ALL of the scenery is the best. We get smelly dammed up river water with course brown sand and guys in baggy so-last-century swimwear. There you get the ocean or Mediterranean, soft white sand and really cute guys in speedos. Huzzah to that brothers and sisters. So as we bid farewell to the heat and the hotness of summer and welcome the crispness and hardness of fall, I give you some boys from the summer and the beaches.

What goes up must go in before it comes down.........

2008-10-09T12:17:00.000-07:00

OK, I admit it. I'm a penisphile.......is that a word?

2008-10-08T13:40:00.000-07:00

Well if it isn't it should be. Penis is derived from the Latin for tail. Phile is Latin for phila which means " dear, beloved". So I think it totally works, I dearly love penes or penises. It goes way beyond just crotch watching. I have a fascination to know what everyones penis looks like. Perhaps I'm a little obsessed. I love the variety of shape, size and texture of them. Of course, there's obvious, cut or uncut. Large, small, or average. Some are thicker at the base and the taper toward the head (glans if you will) while others are just the opposite and are not as thick at the base but get thicker towards the head. Some, of course, are nearly perfect cylinders and are the same thickness from stem to stern. Then there's the head itself. Yum. Some are beautifully shape and large and are attached to a shaft that seems like it shouldn't support it. Others can be big ole thick things and then the head is way smaller than it seems it should be. The corona (you know, the rim on the edge of the head) sometimes curves upward, sometimes down and sometime not all at. I love to watch them go from flaccid to erect. To watch the change in shape and size. When flaccid some hang low and loose, some stick out, and some in between. Then there's the variety of curve when erect. I could go on and on. I LOVE me a penis. Have you figured out yet, I have seen a lot of them. And I'm not a slut........do I have cum in my hair? I find it so terribly interesting to know how different men have them positioned in the underwear if they wear it all. Do all gay men have this same fascination or obsession? Maybe some to a degree, others I know don't. I've been with guys who could have cared less if I even had a penis. It was all about then own "do do". That's what I usually call them, do dos. But as much as I as love them. As much I want to know what that cute boy sitting there penis looks like. What is even hotter and really more of a turn is seeing them all wrapped up in a nice little package. Like tightie whities or speedoes. Maybe it's because my imagination can be better than the real deal. Maybe it's the voyeur aspect of it. I still want to see it but, my, my, my, my, myyyyyyy to see a cute boy with a buff body in a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs, and you just see the outline of the head of his do do pressing through.............BIG SIGH! Well I could go on and on with one, so I'll expand at a later time.........and I haven't even gotten to scrotum and balls. So in keeping with the spirit of my blog not being x-rated, here are some R pictures. Someday Vera is going to show me how to move the picture around so I don't always have them the top. Enjoy, I did looking for them. (Vera, the one in glasses is for you. Jeremy, I'm sorry, I hope you're not creeped out at rehearsal)

You'd better hang on to the red dye pot, Charmaine.

2008-10-07T09:43:00.000-07:00

After thinking about it for years, about six weeks ago I got my first tattoo. Yes, moi, a tattoo. Yes my first, implying there will be more. I spent a lot of time thinking about what the design should be. It has to be symbolic and personal, it has to really mean something to me. I finally had the perfect design. After researching which tattoo shop I should use, I went in to talk to the artistic. I wanted to see what he thought and more importantly at this point, get a good idea of the price. He loved my idea and the different images I brought to show him. He was booked, however, several months ahead due to devastating floods of last summer. Now that I had decided to do it and patience being the least of my virtues, I just couldn't wait. On Saturdays, they do walk-ins. By the time I had arrived that next Saturday, i was 4th in line. I had chosen a design from the many available for browsing in the shop. I just had to have something before the masterpiece goes on my arm. Still it had to be symbolic and of course cool. What is it? I decided on a sun design. With the flames, it's about 4 1/2 inches in diameter, I'd say. Beside the black outline, it has four colors, two colors of yellow, one of orange, and one of red. Where did I put it. It fits nicely right below my navel extending about 1/2 inch above my.........well you know.......pubic hair. And it is really cool! Eventually, I'll put a blue crescent moon on my ass. Get it. The sun and the moon.......? And it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch! Since he had to blend the colors, it meant going over and over the same area. Talk about burn, mama mia. But I was such a good boy. In fact, Steve (that my tattoo artist's name) said, he wished all his first time customers were as good as me. Ahhhhh. I so wanted to post a picture of the design but couldn't find one. Maybe I'll take a digital picture of it and post that.....hmmm or maybe not. In the mean time, here are some boys showing off their tattoos (and other delicious parts) for you.

Got Milk?

2008-10-06T13:57:00.000-07:00

To Wong Foo, Thanks for bringing a tear to my eye. Mischa

2008-10-03T12:32:00.000-07:00

It's been kind of a crappy year for me. My dad had heart by-pass surgery and is looking older and more frail all the time, legal issues with my youngest daughter, interpersonal relationships issue between me and.......I don't want to even go there. So I've been a little depressed. Not all days are "sit in a chair and stare at the wall" days fortunately, although I've a few. I've still had some fun, had some laughs. The thing I haven't done is quite sometime is cry. Losing the ability to cry is one of the symptoms of depression. Of course, there are many kinds of "tears". Well last night for whatever reason, I started watching a movie I had seen many times, To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar. It's not really a great movie by any stretch. In fact, there are parts and lines that as a gay man, I find a little offensive. For example, The Drag Queen of the Year Contest, really! The illusion they represent is instantly shattered by the title. Miss Moonlight over Manhattan perhaps, Miss New York, New York even, Miss Cosmopolitan would do in a pinch. Then we're supposed to believe Wesley Snipes in a dress, heels with bad hair and make-up could win a PAGEANT, the name of them is pageant. Despite some of the insipidness and stereotypical behaviors in the film, there are parts that are SO sweet. Last night, as I watched Chi Chi and Bobby Ray strolling through a field of green and gold, telling her how he feels, she says to him, "I've been waiting all my life for someone to say those words to me", tears started rolling down my cheeks. I could hardly believe it. John Leguizamo is so believable in that role and Jason Landon could not be more endearing. That whole section of the movie actually is one of my favorite parts. They transform Bobbie Lee into a little 50's prom beauty, teach her the Ann Baxter moves, she and Bobby Ray start dancing, sigh. Then the whole town "comes out" and dance with each other. I don't know? I guess, I always like to think that somehow gay people could have the affect on other people. Bringing compassion and beauty into the lives of others. Like Miss Vida Boheme says, "it takes a fairy to make something pretty". Through the tears brought forth by watching it again, I realized the compassion and beauty in myself. My heart felt full. I was thankful for the blessing I do have in my life for there are many. I look forward to the coming weeks, to new beginnings, new relationships. Like the old bearded codger said to the homophobic closeted sheriff at the end of the movie, "One thing about our founding fathers, they all had fabulous wigs!"

Not tonight dear, I have a headache......

2008-10-01T08:11:00.000-07:00

So much to do, so little time. Work is super busy. I have to, have to, have to work on lyrics and lines for rehearsal tonight. My thoughts, of course, are elsewhere. Divided between my new future husband and my son-in-law. Well technically Steven is my daughter's boyfriend but they've been together for, hmm let's see, has to be around three years at least. They are so very close and been through much together. Today Steven is getting a bone marrow transplant. Already he is a cancer survivor and a few months ago was diagnosed with acute leukemia. He's finished both rounds of chemo therapy, essentially killing all of his bone marrow and white blood cells, so he has no immune system. Now he gets the donor marrow. A 10 out of 10 match plus the same blood type as his. My thoughts, prayers, and all the positive energy I have I'm sending your way today, Steven and Jessica. I know everything will come out better than anyone would have ever expected. Love you both.

I posting a few little pictures of some Aussie boys.........Steven these are more for Jessica.

Last day of the month Laundry

2008-09-30T13:26:00.000-07:00

So I say steal from the best. I regularly read several blogs with great pictures ranging from cute boys to hunky hunks. Many have wonderful titles like White Meat Monday which is one of my favorites. Since I have little time to post today (I have to dash for a therapy session.....imagine!), I still want to share at least a couple of delicious pictures and give them a snappy title. Since this is the last day of September..........here ya go. I do love a good undies photo.

New moon, new beginnings, new me

2008-09-29T11:03:00.000-07:00

So there's a new moon today. If you follow astrology you know it's a time for new beginnings. A great time to start new projects. For me, it's a new fitness program. Fat, fat go away, go and stick on Doris Day. That's the mantra my old friend Gianni Opera and I used to chant. Well his name really isn't Gianni Opera but it sounds kind of classy and grand doesn't. Actually, it's John Work. Gianni is a form of John in Italian and Opera is work, well works, plural, really but Gianni Opus just doesn't have the same ring to it. John and I were always on some sort of diet or another. I recall the summer we decided to start riding our bicycles for exercise. We promptly rode them over to the Dairy Queen and snarfed down a couple of butterscotch floats. Still, we wondered why on earth we couldn't lose any weight. Any way, I back to my healthy eating habits. It's always good to a some special motivation. I'd tell you his name but I'm going to hold off for a few weeks until we for sure announce our engagement. I had a romantic compatibility chart done on us. Oh my! He could be the one. The Kodak song I so often sing to myself may happen yet. Some day my prince will come.... Until such time, I'll post a few more pictures of one of my fantasy husbands. Can you say hip flexors?

Bite my neck, please. Suck my...........blood!

2008-09-26T14:37:00.001-07:00

So I have something to add to list of addictions. Not that sex, alcohol, nicotine, sugar, cute boys, classic movies and, and, and, isn't enough. A television show of all things. I've already mentioned how I'm hooked on Project Runway, Heros and Skins. Now HBO has really done it. True Blood! OMG not since Barnabus Collins have I wanted so badly for someone to bite my neck. I can remember racing home after school so I could flip on the old black and white TV so not to miss a moment of Dark Shadows. Even before Dark Shadows, I was drawn to vampire lore and stories. I still wonder sometimes what that says about me. Hmmmmm. I've seen pretty much all of the classic and not so classic vampire movies. Remember all the Hammer films with Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing (that damned Van Helsing).

True Blood stars Anna Paquin as Sookie, our heroine, who can hear everyone's thoughts except Bill's (not what kind of a name is that for a vampire, really). And ooh la la, her brother Jason (Ryan Kwanten) is about as hot as they come. I sure wouldn't mind coming in, on, and all over that buff little beauty. Of course, being HMO, we get to see his naked little ass in action, as it were. I'm SO looking forward to the gratuitous full frontal. Oh please, oh please, oh please!

I love it that they can make a show about ruthless killers who drink human blood so fucking hot and steamy and sexy! I'm hooked and I recommend you check it out. So common all you hot and hunky vampires out there, bite my neck, suck my blood,(I'm O-neg, the universal donor)and have your ever-lovin' way with me.

Playing doctor used to be fun......today I'm the patient and the doctor's not playing. Yikes!

2008-09-25T10:26:00.000-07:00

In about 90 minutes I go in for my............annual physical. Well, actually, it's been three years since I've had one. At the last one I was in the best shape of my life and couldn't wait for the doctor to give me the once over. Now, well.... I'm not sure I want to hear what he has to say, even though I know what he'll have to say. I know what three years of nightly vodka & Mountain Dews can do to a body. Not to mention, no exercise ( I guess masturbation doesn't count) and eating habits that would make even Colonel Sanders and Starr Jones cringe. How long have I been telling myself to get back on the exercise horse? Eat my fruit and vegetables? Lay off the sugar and fat? Stop smoking, completely?

Well I do have the best motivation for getting myself back into shape. You see, blogging isn't the only thing I do on the computer. I don't want to jinx it but.........I've met this really great guy. Well, that's the thing, we've not met, met yet. Via the computer yes. Photographs, yes. Very long phone conversations, yes. As I told him when we meet I don't want you to be disappointed. It's been a really long time since I've met a really nice man, who is husband material, and who really likes me back. I just don't want him to see me (and my waistline) for the first time and say, "hmmm, sorry, I think I made a mistake". Oh why can't I be the perfect person in every way just like Tyra Banks. Wish me luck at the doctor's office. You know I have to post a few pictures of the possibilities of my plight with the prof........real or imagined, you decide.

Clay came out..............finally.

2008-09-24T14:27:00.000-07:00

OK, so how many will comment on this earth shattering event in their blogs? Everything that could be said, has been said. But you know what? This queen does love that queen's voice. Of course, I was a Barry Manilow fan back in the olden days, as well. There are others as well, who stayed within the confines of the comfortable yet fabulous closets. Here are just a few of my favorites.

Boxers or briefs, it's the age old question. Well I say tightie whities all the way!

2008-09-24T09:41:00.000-07:00

Don't get your underwear in a twit! But I'm not wearing underwear. Is that a pickle in your pants or are you just glad to see me.? Zip it! Unzip it! It's so hard to run with your pants around your ankles. Those jeans seem a little tight to me. Those jeans seem a little baggy to me. Did you like the show? I saw you picking your seat. Thank god for Calvin Klein.

I thought I'd post a few of the reasons I'm definitely a briefs guy.

Mercury goes retrograde..........smoke em if you got em.

2008-09-23T12:21:00.000-07:00

Greeting astrology fans. So tomorrow September 24 Mercury goes retrograde in Libra until October 15. So what the hell does that mean, you may query. Well............

Mercury rules thinking and perception, processing and disseminating information and all means of communication, commerce, education and transportation. Mercury retrograde periods gives rise to personal misunderstandings, as well as flawed, disrupted, or delayed communications, negotiations and trade glitches and breakdowns with phones, computers, cars, buses and trains.

While a retrograde period may be an introspective time for all of us, if Libra is prominent in your chart, you will have more than your usual share of introspection. If other Cardinal signs like Aries, Cancer or Capricorn are prominent in your chart, you will also experience a period of intense self-examination.

Mercury retrograde in Libra can disturb mental balance, making you more indecisive than usual. In addition, attempts to maintain objectivity and an unbiased approach are likely to be difficult and can colored with emotion. Jealousy and possessiveness may enter relationships. Sharing ideas, especially those connected with moneymaking and other tangible rewards may present a higher risk. Gossip about public figures may run rampant and should be taken with a grain of salt. All areas of communication, especially matters related to law, partnerships and marriage, may also be affected

So why was I surrounded by stupid people all day today. Stupid people who were just begging me to rip them a new asshole. Practice your patience you stubborn, obstinate Taurus, you.

I tried, I REALLY tried. Actually succeeded.........most of the time. And what's with that fucking KWWL which was fucked up all night so I couldn't DVR Heros. Of they blamed it on Mediacom and Mediacom blamed them. Actually I spoke to the nicest customer service rep I've ever gotten at Mediacom last night. Thanks Mike. And now for some really great pictures that have nothing to do with this post other they make my heart race a little and my do do wish I was 20 again. Well not really 20.

Like a bolt out of the blue..........

2008-09-22T12:11:00.000-07:00

I know, I know, I know. It's been well over a week since I've posted a darn thing and I know there's SO many of you out there just missing the hell out of all this dribble. Thanks. Sorry for the absence. I was a little down, a little blue you might say. Of course there are those who would say an acute episode of a major depressive disorder but, really! Just like Neely O'Hara, an excessive dose of the right pharmaceuticals and a goodly amount of liquor cures just about everything, I find.

So what should I write after ten days. Well, I did go see that production of the King and I. I'm not sure I should risk my life with a printed review. Let's just say it was 3 hours and 15 minutes long, the director added an audience sing-a-long during Getting to Know You, Crown Prince Chulalongkorn was sexier than the King and the director to her own admission never watched the movie which maybe she should have. The 29 piece orchestra under the direction of Edward Kottick was fucking amazing. One of the best I've ever heard, this includes what you get these days on Broadway.

I watched Aliens for about 378th time. "What do those pulse rifles fire?" "10 millimeter, standard issue, explosive tip, caseless. Why?"

I went to Quire rehearsal last night. The Quire, Eastern Iowa's GLBTG Chorus. Where we're all inclusive, never offending, don't ruffle the feathers........ OK I'll write about the Quire some other time but here's the bitch. Why, why oh fucking why do we have to change the word "man" or "mankind" or "whatever the noun" to some non-gender specific word whenever it appears in a song we're singing. So we change "every man" to "everyone" not a big deal really. But we do this ALL the time in our Quire. It's a poem for Pete's sake. The poet wrote it that Likway. I don't think it takes a genius to figure that poets use the term in a much broader sense than Quire can understand. Later we were singing John Rutter's Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind which is a setting of a Shakespeare text. He uses the word "man" several times in the poem. I just had to raise my hand and be just a little bit of the bitch I can be, and innocently ask, "Don't you think we should change the word "man" in this song, as well, to maybe some word more inclusive". "Well," one of the directors said, " I don't think we should tamper with Shakespeare." But I guess it's OK, if it's written some not-so-well-known contemporary poet.

So I'm going to post some "blue" pictures today. I just googled "blues images". None, though, really capture my blues of last week.

Etcetera, etcetera,etcetera........memories of a show gone by.

2008-09-12T10:53:00.000-07:00

2008-09-12T10:22:00.000-07:00

On my "to do" list for this weekend, among other things, is attending a local production of King and I. I love this show and I have very fond memories of a past production. It was produced by the same company as this current production. Of course, with entirely different cast and crew. Back in 1993, my late best friend directed a production of King and I that to this day I say was one of the two best musicals ever done by that theatre. It had everything the showed required in spades. A gorgeous, spacious set done completely in cherry red with gold trim and accents and dazzling, colorful costumes. A professional sounding orchestra which never over-powered the unamplified singers. And a cast to die for. Not only were Anna and King exceptionally gifted actors in their own right but the on stage chemistry between the two was unmatched. King is an especially difficult role to cast and we had a King who could have played the role on Broadway. Tim is one of the most accomplished, sought after, brilliant, actors our town has ever seen. To top it off, he had been working out like Charles Atlas and had built his body into a buff, bronze, beautiful piece of flesh. Oh, my. Kevin, my friend who was the director, had the costumer rarely have him in a top of any kind and when he did wear one, it was always opened down the front. I was hair and make-up designer for the show. What fun, what comradery what a mess it was getting 2 dozen children and almost as many adults into body make-up every night. Oh I wish you could see the images in my head right now. Everyone wore old shorts or some sort. They would team up in pairs and literally bathe each other in the brownish brew I'd mix up every night.

So will this production come close. I can't imagine it could. I read the pre-view article that was in the paper yesterday. It left me somewhat confused, I must say. Clearly the reporter had interviewed the director of the production who has a much different view of what the show is all about than me. Well, than most people, I would say. Of course, I reserve my review till after I see it tomorrow night. The woman playing Anna played the role of Eliza several years ago in a production of My Fair Lady, I directed. I know she will be great in the role. My heart is so full emotions right now.....etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Angel on my shoulder......well anywhere, really!

2008-09-11T14:27:00.000-07:00

We all have and need our guardian angels. Here's a little angel this old queen wouldn't mind being a little devilish with. I really only have two words to say. YUM MEE!

Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water....

2008-09-10T10:15:00.000-07:00

I was walking home from the bus stop after work on Monday and as I approached the driveway I noticed the right rear tire on my car was flat. I'm not sure if was flat when I left for work as I face away from the car as I'm walking to the bus stop. I've had leaky tire problems in the past so I didn't think too much about it, at first. I managed to drive it up to the corner convenience stop and fill the tire with air. By the time I got back home it was flat again. Rats! Since it was already dark I had to wait until Tuesday put on the spare. So after work on Tuesday, I pretended to macho and got out the jack and the spare tire. Removed the lug nuts (I really kind of like that word), scraped my knuckles jacking (oooh, there's another one) up the car. Off with the old and on with the temporary. So Wednesday, I drove to work so I could take my little old honey of car, it's a 1993 Pontiac Sunbird, to the tire shop. Once the tire was examined, the service manager called me to the counter and said there was a slice in the side of the tire beyond repair. I would need a new tire. Then he told me it wasn't natural wear on the tire, it looked as it someone at punctured the tire deliberately. Well! Now who in blue blazes would ever do such a............OK........hold on........now wait a minute. Would he really do that? Now I've always been a highly intuitive person, some would say a little psychic others would say a little paranoid, and my intuition says, "It was as if God had created the devil and given him (a long sharp pointy object) jaws," yes, he would. Now being a firm believer in karma, in my heart of hearts I wish him, no ill will of any kind, no matter what he did to me or those I love. It's enough and I'm happy that he's out of my life. Still there's that little sarcastic, vengeful, bitch diva lurking in the corner of my mind who just want to say.........."Smile! You son-of-a.................."!

Bat Boy:The Musical puts the bite back where it belongs

2008-09-09T09:20:00.000-07:00

Murder, incest, rape, cannibalism, bestiality and lots and lots of blood, what fun subjects for musical theatre, right? If you're ever seen Bat Boy:The Musical then I'd hope you would say, yes. This is such a great little show. It does contain all the a fore mentioned subjects. Yet it's funny, touching, sweet, thought-provoking, disturbing and just a great evening of theatre. OK, so I'm a little biased. I had the good fortune to direct a production of this show a few years ago for my company, City Circle Acting Company. Blessed with an outstanding cast including a seventeen year old Edgar (Bat Boy) whose acting and singing skills were way beyond his tender years. Now he (Andrew Redlawsk) is tearing up the stage of Northwestern University. Who would think that a recurring tabloid headline would make such great albeit quirky musical. But authors Keythe Farley and Brian Flemming did just that. As with all great musicals it's the score that makes or breaks it. Laurence O'Keefe's score and lyrics are outstanding in every way. Using a variety of styles including a little country, a little thirties sound, a little pop standard, it always brings just the right mood to the scene. The driving rhythm of Comfort and Joy is one my favorites of the show as well as the hauntingly beautiful A Home for You. Please check out a performance or two on You Tube. I'd put a clip here but I still haven't figured out how to do that yet. Argh! I am posting of few pictures from my production. They aren't the greatest photos (don't get me started about the photographer) but still there are some nice images. If you ever get a chance, go see this show. You'll love, I'm sure.

My ex-future husbands.....

2008-09-08T12:07:00.000-07:00

As many single gay men, I long for the day I finally get married to the man of my dreams. Not that I haven't found him a time or two, mind you. In many cases, though, I just wished that he knew I had found him as well. Hell, sometimes it would have been nice if he knew I existed. Several of my ex-future husbands didn't know my name. What is an ex-future husband? How is it possible he didn't know me or even my name or even that I existed? Let me explain. Of course well all know the term future husband. He's the man I intend to marry. It's just that in almost all cases he did not have the intention of marry me. He goes from being future husband to ex-future when he does something to ruin the fantasy, I mean relationship. He didn't smile at me, perhaps. He bought someone else a drink. He didn't pick up my handkerchief when I so daintily dropped at his feet and fluttered my luscious lashes at him. In any case, I decide it's over with him and I have to move on. So I will just have to find myself a new future husband. It usually doesn't take long. After all I've learned I can't be THAT picky. But just like all the rest, they soon find themselves on that very long list of ex-future husbands. After more years that I care to count, my list has gotten a little long. But I still optimistically sing the Kodak song, Some Day My Prints Will Come.

Sure do wish I had myself a flashlight.

2008-09-05T10:32:00.000-07:00

So there I am, sitting on my favorite bench in the ped-mall sipping an iced mocha double shot and enjoying the scenery. By scenery I mean the endless stream of young men parading through area just for my amusement and enjoyment. I may have mentioned, I live in a university town so every fall there is a new crop of Freshman. Odd that they get younger every year. Along with several other old and not-so-old queens, we sit, we sip, we look, we dream. This time of year, of course, the weather is still on the warm the side so attire is weather appropriate. Lots of shorts, T-shirts, and tank tops (is that still a relevant fashion term?). Most are not particularly revealing in terms of identifying the size, shape and perkiness of the package, so we often make a little game of guessing what "it" looks like based on the rest of their physical dimensions. Fun but probably not particularly accurate. Sometimes, though, some of the boys will be wearing those wonderful nylon shorts commando style. Oh, the titillation it brings to see that little, well sometimes not all that little, pendulum swinging as he walks by. Or sometimes it's just in the right place to see the outline of the glans. Do they realize it, you wonder? Do they care? Do they like it? Then there's the times you're sitting across from one of the cute boys wearing those baggy shorts. He sits. The legs gap open. You start to look and find you can see more and more thigh as your eyes move up his leg. You see no sign of underwear of any kind. Your eyes move further until.......damn it's too dark up there. Hence the phrase, "sure do wish I had myself a flashlight." So in lieu of needing a flashlight at all, I'm posting a few pictures of some boys wearing a little more revealing garments. Huzzah to that!

What is reality, mother?

2008-09-04T12:46:00.001-07:00

To say I am not a fan of reality TV is the understatement of the year. I guess I'm one of those strange types who thinks TV, in general, is an opiate for the masses. It dummies us down and fills our minds with all kinds of propaganda. What has become known as reality programs have got to be worst of all. Instead of taking an interest in one's own life we sit around the tube watching someone elses life. Of course, it's set up and edited as such to give us the best possible viewing. Do we really care who Tia Tequila, bi-sexual bombshell, chooses, the cute guy or butch girl, as the one she'll possibly date and/or start an almost LTR with. Then there seems to be a plethora of has-been or wannabe celebrities followed by the television camera. Hulk Hogan, Anna Nicole Smith (God rest her soul), Ozzie Osborn, The Housewives of Orange County, Keeping up with the Kardasians, That Rock Guy with the Bandanna. Of course I have my daughter, Caitlin, to thank or I wouldn't even know these shows existed. So where is this leading? I LOVE Project Runway! Yes, my dirty little secret of reality viewing. I can't miss it. I look forward to it. I scream, I sigh, I cream, I cry. I've missed Nina the past two weeks. No one in this season even comes close to the entertainment value of Christian and Chris from last year. I didn't know the "top American designer" Michael Kors existed before PR. How does Heidi Klum stay looking so svelte and fabulous after multiple childbirths? I was a little sad to see Stella get the Auf Wiedersehen last night, I was really hoping the straight boy, Joe would get the axe. And as odd as Leanne was in the beginning, I have to say she had two well-deserved wins. So who will go to Bryant Park. My money is on Leanne, Korto and Jerell with Kenlee as dark horse. Jeez, I can't believe I actually went on record and in print with that one. How can I not give a big old mention to that Tim Gunn. He really helps make the show for me. I love it, he calmly walks in the design room with 2 hours left to sew and almost nonchalantly tells them, "just make it work". Easy for him to say, right? He gets to leave and pound down a couple of cold ones with the boys, no doubt. I love him, any way. Did you see the drag queen show? One of the best. As Varla Jean Merman said when the judges were commenting about her great ass, "You're not the first person to say that". Go Varla Jean!

Vivir con miedo es como vivir a medias

2008-09-03T10:26:00.000-07:00

Not just a great old Spanish proverb but the recurring theme in one of my favorite movies of all-time, Strictly Ballroom. "A life lived in fear is a life half lived". Wouldn't be great if we could live without fear? I do try but it is not easy. OK, I'm not going to ramble on about my esoteric spiritual beliefs of love and fear. This is about the movie. Although romantic-comedies are not necessarily my favorite genre, I LOVE THIS MOVIE! Partly, I guess, because it's a Cinderella story and I still hold on the romantic hope that my Prince Charming will come. Partly, because of the dancing, I do love me a good dancin' show. And yes, partly because of the colorful characters created by the cast. But let's give credit where it's due, it's success is mostly because of the brilliance of Baz Luhrman, writer/director. The dialog is bright, witty and near-on perfect. A constant source of fabulous quotes for yours truly which is always a tribute to great writing in my book. Then there's his imagery. At times it's almost like a psychedelic trip in the sixties. Bright, bold and colorful, it often makes me wonder what goes on in that head of his. Being the sentimental sob that I am, just thinking about the scene when Scot realizes his feelings for Fran, makes me a little teary-eyed. They're walking along and Scot says, " You remember when I said the Rumba, being the dance of love, is just pretend." Fran says "Yes". Scot says, "I think I made a mistake". Oh, that is SO sweet. Plus he has that sexy Australian accent and the actor, Paul Mercurio couldn't be any cuter if he tried. Sigh. Any way if haven't seen this movie, please go check it out on DVD. I promise you won't be disappointed and most likely you will love it (almost) as much as I do. After you do, I'd be curious as to which character is your favorite. Besides our leading couple, Scot and Fran, we have Scot parents, Doug ("Can I bend your ear for a tick") and Shirley Hastings ("I've got my happy face on") Fran's grandmother and father ("You call that a paso doble"). Scot's former partner, Liz Holt. Ken Riling and Tina Sparkle. Les and Miss Leachman and of course chief antagonist, Barry (there are no new steps) Fife. OK, that's it I'm done for the day except to leave you with the last line of the film, "Shall we dance."

2008-09-02T12:00:00.000-07:00

I haven't had a weekend like this past one for quite some time. I don't mean it was jam-packed with wild adventures or football games or family cook outs or even lots of sex (not that that wouldn't have been nice too). I had a lazy movie weekend. A long three day weekend where I did little else that park my old rusty-dusty in front the tube and watch movies. Of course, there was some eating, drinking and napping involved, I even ventured out of the house Saturday night to see a local production of Gypsy. It was "pretty good". Actually mine was better. When I say mine, I mean Gypsy was the first big show I directed and I do have to say in all modesty that overall my production just hit the old mark a whole lot more than the one I saw Saturday night. Back to the movie weekend. Sunday and Monday were two days of total self-indulgence. It didn't matter what time it was, it was always cocktail time. I ate when I felt like it, I took a nap when needed, and watched and watched and watched. Some good movies, some bad, some so bad they were good. I have to say I am a sucker for 60s camp especially when that wasn't the intention when the movie was first released in 1967, I believe, Valley of the Dolls. Sparkle, Neely, Sparkle. How often I have used that phrase. Of course, the list of fabulous lines is long, near the top is Helen Lawson's line, "the only hit that comes out of a Helen Lawson show is Helen Lawson and that's me, baby. Remember." God, I love me some Susan Hayward. If you have seen this movie then you'll know what I'm talking about and if you haven't seen it, then multiple shame on you, because you must. And when you do pay attention to the necklace worn by Patti Duke (Neeli O'Hara) when she is singing at the telethon. I can't say anymore than that.

What else did I watch I hear you ask? Well, Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, Sommersturm, Summer Magic, Night Watchers, Le Pacte des Loups, Superbad (couldn't sit through it all), The Ref, and Tootsie. Whew!

A picture's worth a thousands words

2008-08-29T12:21:00.000-07:00

It's Friday afternoon of a three day weekend. Huzzah! I'm not sure if I have too much on my mind and can't land on a topic for today or there's nothing left in my mind so I can't think of a thing to say or maybe my mind it just a little numb from the past couple of weeks and it's just looking forward to the long weekend. At any rate, instead of rambling today, I decided to post several pictures. I'm sure you will enjoy. There are some models of merit, some actors of almost acclaim and some of the stars of the recent Olympic games. Mostly of sports that require little or tight fitting clothing. Go figure.

Whether you got it or not.........Flaunt it!

2008-08-28T10:33:00.000-07:00

What do the guys wear at the beach or pool where you live? Well, here I'm constantly amazed at the prudishness in the swimming trunks men wear to the water. Almost knee length and baggy, they are more like floral Bermuda shorts than swimming trunks. You see very similar if not the exact same thing worn on the street. Mind you, many of these lads have really fine bodies. Actually many are more than fine. Hot, hunky, chiseled, choice, defined, delectable, developed, buff, tough, rough and ready for...........oops sorry, where was I? Oh, yes. These guys flagrantly even arrogantly flaunt their bare upper bodies everywhere and anywhere, weather permitting. Playing a game of hoops, running, biking, walking, sitting, standing doing whatever, the tops are off and the eyes are upon them. They love it. I love it. So why is it then you rarely, if ever, see theses guys in speedos or some similar tight revealing swim wear? Are their penises really small? Really big? Are they really that modest? What is it, I truly wonder. I recently returned from a trip to Miami. Yes, Miami in July. I spent two glorious days on the white sands of South Beach. The blazing sun and that water, the color of the water was so gorgeous. Sea green near the shore then turning that deep, deep blue just like in the movies. Sigh. Any way back to the flaunting story. All you saw on the beach was speedos or whatever brand of tight, tiny, terrific swimming trunks. It made no difference what the body type, it was spandex and Lycra all the way baby. Even yours truly wore the tiniest tightest powder blue trunks I could pour this old ass into. I pre-tanned of course ( tan fat looks better than white fat) and powder blue is one of the colors that best shows off a tan or so my daughter Caitlin tells me. So is it a regional thing as to who will and who won't paint on the swim wear? All I know is, in additional to the beautiful natural sights of water and sand, the sights of a beach peppered with pretty boys in tight trunks was more than a sight to behold. I thought to myself many times those two days, now this IS paradise, this IS heavenly. So come on men of the Midwest! Don't be out done by the east coast preppies and trendy tourists. Get out there and show us what you're made of. Or at least show us how you were made. If you need any help at all in the proper positioning of privates, just call me at 1-800 do dos r us. Flaunt it baby!

The British are coming, the British are coming.......and so am I

2008-08-27T07:26:00.000-07:00

You just might be too. Have you seen Skins? Have you even heard of Skins. Well! Skins is a British television series that has just had its premier on BBC America. (Sunday nights at 9pm, 8pm central, check your local listings) Leave it to the Brits to be light years ahead the U.S. in provocative, innovative and down right titillating television. Although it's billed as a teen drama, I like to think of it more as a queen drama. Unlike what the censors and mini-minded media Moguls broadcast for us Yanks, weekly, you'll see scenes with nudity, sex, profanity, drug and alcohol use and even, heaven forbid, cigarette smoking. And folks let me tell you, the boys are kuh-yoot! ( that's cute made into a two syllable word to add extra emphasis) Topping the list is never-heard-of-before Mitch Hewer as Maxie who is actually a gay character on the show. Blond, blue-eyed, boundlessly beautiful and all of nineteen years old he certainly has this old queen thinking things usually reserved for quiet time only. Headlining the cast is Nicholas Hoult of About a Boy fame as Tony. Watch how their relationship grows and changes. I tell you there are surprises in each episode. How often can you say that about almost any series here in the U.S.? Even if you're not partial to the story lines although I don't know how you couldn't be, it's worth tuning in for the eye candy alone. OK, I have to sigh again now. Ah, sigh. My thanks to Daphne at BBC America for the fabulous photos. I'm going to include several in this blog if I can figure out to do it, well not do IT. I know how to do IT. I mean how to publish more than one at a time. Help, Vera, help. So tune in and enjoy, I know I will..............one last, sigh!

2008-08-26T10:08:00.000-07:00

I've always said I don't have a "type". A type of man to whom I'm attracted. I've always found it a little sad that so many do. You often hear the phrase, "oh he's not my type". I'm only attracted to 25 to 27 year old blue-eyed blonds, between 5'7" and 5'9", a little thin but with a nice chest and arms with a little bubble butt of Scandinavian or sometimes German descent, no chest hair but with a little hair on his legs and ass, whose first name starts "B" preferably, Brent or Brandon and has a........what the f*#*! For me variety is the spice of life. So many men, so little time. I love them all. Short ones, skinny ones, men who climb on rocks. But you know, like I admitted yesterday, I do have a special little soft spot for the white-trash boys I grew up with. Not only did I travel back to my home town this past weekend but I actually spent time in one of the local bars. Thinking back now, I can hardly believe I did it myself. What was I thinking? But there they were. Some seated at the bar next to me, some at tables across the room. The old feelings (and hormones) of my youth came flooding back. Now what is it about a man in late twenties, with unkempt hair that needs a good cut, wearing a wrinkled T-shirt, tight jeans and boots, that wide toothy smile and twinkling eyes that make my knees go a little weak and my mind to think about stripping off all his ill-fitting clothes and licking him from stem to stern? Do you know, what can it be? I suppose it's mostly because I grew up with those kind of guys. They were the first who attracted me and were the subjects of my fantasies. I can still remember my pre-pubescent crushes, Curt Anderson (all the girl's dream-boat), Pat Kosman, Clyde Wallace, Tim Ryan, and Paul Schleier. Big sigh! Of course, at the time I didn't understand why I thought the boys were cute and not the girls but I sure do remember thinking so. Who says you go back. Well I really don't want to go back. Yikes. Sitting there in that bar last Friday, my common sense did prevail even though the half-dozen or so Budweiser and tomato juices I was drinking had gone to my head, and I didn't press my luck flirting with them........very much. Thanks to my guardian angel for that one. Instead I found myself playing pool with a toothless woman named Marci. She was on her second or third pitcher of beer and I think she thought I was cute and even interested. Double yikes! Fortunately for me, the beer got to her before she got to me and she disappeared leaving her last pitcher of beer partially full. I hope no one takes offence at the term I used, white-trash. For I consider myself or at least my roots to be that way. I do not use disparagingly or to be callous or cruel but with endearment and loving thoughts of those boys and my youth gone by.

I've always loved me a white trashy boy...

2008-08-25T08:06:00.000-07:00

I traveled back to the land-o-my-birth this past weekend. A small town in south central Iowa called Albia. Now the good news is that Albia is in Monroe County which is in the second from the last row of counties at the bottom of the state. For they say that is Missouri would annex the last row of counties in Iowa it would increase the average IQ of both states. The scary part is that it's not really an exaggeration. Now it so happens my trip coincided with Restoration Days, an annual summer celebration with a parade, craft fair, music on the town square, and the annual "Follies" show. The theme of Restoration Days is of the time the town was first settled back in the mid-nineteenth century. Well, my mother bought me a ticket for the "Follies' knowing I'm an avid thespian myself. With bated anticipation, I slammed down a couple tiny triples of rum & coke and headed for the old King Theatre and the show. A short walk from where I parked the car on the square, I passed one of the local corner bars. I noticed a cute young man with a yellow T-shirt and ball cap on sitting out front, smoking. I smiled. He shouted to me, " Hey, come on and have a beer". I almost turned around right then but instead slowed my stride and shouted back, "I'm going to need something a little stronger than beer". "Well, come on then" he replied. I continued my short walk, entered the theatre, found my seat and while waiting the five or ten minutes for the curtain to go up, listened to the pre-show sing-a-long of Roll Out the Barrel. At last, the house lights out, the curtain's going up, the orchestra starts to play and I actually sat all the way through the opening number. I sat through the next act as well, eight septuagenarians doing what they called a dance routine. I won't go into any more detail about the show itself other than to say if it was only one tenth as good as Corky St. Clair's musical about Blaine Missouri in Waiting for Guffman, I would have stayed. So I decided to forego the rest of the show and head back to The Owl's Nest bar and the friendly young man. Now I really don't like to stereotype or label anyone being a victim of stereotypes my whole life but let's just Buddy (the young man's name) and the rest of the patrons in the bar only reinforced my believe that white trash is alive and well and living in Albia. I've always admitted that's the way I grew up. And Buddy, cute of face, a little hunky of body, a little slow of wit, why he's my fantasy come true. Can I help it if I still have a secret fondness for those white trashy boys. He was a good-looking one to boot. Then he started in on the "gay thing". That it didn't matter to him that I am gay but he's not. How many times did he say, "but I'm not gay" that evening. I lost count. Enough for me to say "Me thinks the lady doth protest too much." Sigh.

Just a Google search away

2008-08-21T10:14:00.000-07:00

Do you ever wonder what ever happened to good old Delbert. You know, the college friend to whom you were once so close but after graduation and the real world, you have no idea where he is. What he's doing. Who he's doing. Well a few months ago, I started thinking about a dear close friend from college days, Cheryl. Cheryl Felicia Rhoads, the bull-horn of the mid-west. Cheryl came to the U of I from the burbs of Chicago to study theatre. A gifted and talented actress already she made her mark early on the theatre department and beyond. Back in the day we used to do huge musicals at the Hancher Auditorium, a beautiful 2500 seat house on the campus. Her freshman year it was Cabaret and Cheryl wanted the part of Fraulein Schneider, a truly great and dramatic musical-theatre role. Well after the initial "cattle call" auditions she did NOT get called back for the role. Taking after her sweet, timid, mother.....right?!?!...Cheryl marches herself into Cosmo Catalano's office. He's not only the director but the chair of the department. "What do you mean, I'm not called back for Schneider?!?" Well suffice to say Cheryl got the part. As a Freshman mind you among a cast of some the most talented graduate students I've seen, she got the part. And was brilliant in it! I can still see it, feel it, relive the moment when she finished her dramatic Act II song, What Would You Do? She didn't get thunderous applause at that moment. You could hear a pin drop in that huge auditorium. The ultimate compliment, the audience was so entranced with her performance, they could barely move, let alone applaud. I shall never forget it. Now back to my point I guess. So I Googled her name and lo and behold found several articles about her including her email address. I wrote right away and much to my delight she replied right away. She had been and still is making her living in acting and writing. For 21 years in Hollywood and now in the DC area, teaching. How lucky those students are to have Ms Rhoads as a teacher. I'm including (hopefully) a compilation video of some of her work. ( Ok, I can't seem to get the blasted video to load, yo can always go to You Tube-Cheryl Felicia Rhoads and check it out) I can recall her doing similar routines for our regular little college lunch click in the River Room Cafeteria. Although I don't seem to find the one of her singing the Aldonza song from Man of la Mancha as Shirley Temple. I nearly choked on my chicken. I love you Cheryl.

Just in case........

2008-08-20T14:23:00.000-07:00

I installed a counter yesterday and much to my surprise I had several hits. More than I thought for only being up and running for less than 2 weeks. So I'm interested in feedback, leave me comment if you would, please. I'm sure my blog will evolve because who knows where the mind of mischa may go. Thanks so much.

Tea Rooms of Today or How I Learned to Type with One Hand so I Could Masturbate with the Other

2008-08-20T13:18:00.001-07:00

Cruising used to be so much more fun. Not just when you landed some nice hunka chunka but the actual act of cruising. Even before the day of the dirty book store there was the Tea Rooms. Eventually this termed broadened to include public restrooms, hotel restrooms (even lobbies or so I heard) or whatever spot the often closeted gay men could seek out and try for a little nooky. Now we have ManHunt and Gay.com and a plethora of cyber communities so you don't have to leave the comfort of your home to go looking for, well, sex. I like the days when you at least had a chance of knowing what a person looked like in the flesh before you "assumed the position". Now you really don't know who is on the other side of the screen or the keyboard or the cyber-nether-world. I recall a cartoon my friend Vera told me. Picture of a canine sitting at a computer in a sex chat room. The caption said, in cyberspace no one knows you're a dog. I always find the truth the funniest joke of all. And ain't it truth? I am constantly amuzed and amazed at some of the profiles I find on ManHunt. Now these are for real.
Crombie21 Age 23. Pic is a headless torso with chisled chest and 6-pack abs. Headline: Chances are what you want doesn't match what I want.
Benj086 Age 22, Similar headless pic. Headline: Not into old fat hairy dudes so don't even bother ( 27 or under). Now I assure you no self-respecting old queen would ever refer to himself as "dude"
Freshandrew3 Age 25 No Pic, Headline: Into masculine athletic men ( hmm sounds good to me) No girly guys unless your ass is the IT of all asses.
TopperIC Age 36, Pic is of waist to knees seated in a chair, wearing white undies. Headline: Only looking 4 hot mouth or tight ass to fuck. Young and in shape is what I'm into
Then there is the numerous profile pix of dicks. Now believe I love a nice "do do" (that's my name for a penis) but I'd really like to see the rest of you before I took the plunge, as it were. Some are so gigantic they can't be real, or they're a photo from a magazine or movie. I truly wonder what these guys are thinking. I think some just like the idea of getting another guy all worked and thinking he's going to connect with that end all of do dos. Then never really come through because they are nothing like the photo they have posted. They just get off on the fact that they have made someone want them. Now that I've finally joined the 21st century and started this blog, I do occasionally use the computer to cruise. I have a real photo of myself in my profile, you can clearly see my face and clothed body. I've yet to be able to take a picture of my do do let alone put it on the internet. I want everyone to know what I look like so there are no surprises if there's an in person connection. I naively expect the same from others but like I said, in cyber space, no one knows you're a dog. And I have been surprised a few times. So cruise on, men. Have fun but be careful. And remember this, "I'm not a size queen.....but I can be impressed.

Why do I love this movie?......

2008-08-19T13:45:00.000-07:00

It would be so hard for me to pick an all-time favorite movie. Top 20 sure, top 10 with some thinking, top 5 ok, maybe with a gun to my head. There are a handful for whatever reason I would put on that top 5 list. Aliens is one of them. I've watched this movie maybe 200 or 300 times, almost as much as Auntie Mame and Strictly Ballroom. For several years I worked a part-time job at a local video rental called That's Rentertainment. It stayed open till mid-night and every night at 9:30pm, like clock-work, I'd pop Aliens in the VCR. The story really isn't original and a sequel, to boot. Screenplay and direction by Titanic giant James Cameron, it's pacing is taut, tight and tense. The dialogue is as quotable as the two a-fore-mentioned films. Of course due to some interpersonal problems I've been having for almost a week, it's the line, "You're not going to sleaze your way out of this one, Burke. I'm gonna nail your ass right to the wall, ya hear, right to the wall". Ah, there, I feel a little better just putting it print. There are SO many great lines! Who can forget Newt's (Carrie Henn) eerie delivery, "We'd better be getting back soon. They mostly come at night...........mostly." Squeal! Whenever I use regular James Cameron actor, Bill Paxton's line as Pvt Hudson, "We're on an express elevator to Hell. Goin down!" I get the oddest looks from the company I'm in. I can't imagine why. I guess I just love the characters and the actor's portrayal of them. Adrian Biddle's dark and dank cinematography captures and enhances the sinister, isolated and even claustrophobic feeling in the colony base. Kudos as well to James Horner's score and Peter Lamont's production design. But bottom line it's Ripley (Sigourney Weaver) and her Oscar nominated performance that must really do it for me. She's strong, courageous, loving, smart, loyal and a good shot. She confronts her fears. She spits in the eye of danger. Destroys her enemy and even though I have just a smidgen of sympathy for the main villain only because she a Queen, in the end........she blows it out of the goddam airlock. If only............

They're back....

2008-08-18T13:44:00.000-07:00

Ah, life in a college town! I live in a Big 10 university town, The University of Iowa, go Hawks. ( I can't believe I said that). Tens of thousands of students monopolizing, parking, restaurants, movies, streets, they are everywhere. Then there's that wonderful, albeit all too brief period, in August when you can always find a parking spot down town, movies aren't too crowded and traffic isn't all jammed up. Sigh. You have to appreciate it while it lasts because it isn't long before they once again they descend upon my city. Then I look around and think hmmm....I remember now why this isn't all that bad. Cute, shirtless boys! They're everywhere. Tragic, isn't it? I'm thankful for warm summer weather that with any luck will continue well into September. Those college boys just can't wait to strip off the top for the smallest of reasons. Frisbee on the Pentacrest, a jog down the street, a stroll down the street, a walk down the street. Look at those flat little tummies, chiseled chests, bare bulging biceps. I could weep. I wish I knew who first designed those fabulous nylon shorts, I'd give him a big gold star and a medal. Can you imagine the titillation of spying the various sized bulges and wobbles in the front of those shorts. No tighty-whities for that one. Boxers maybe, most likely commando, especially when you can see the outline of........well....you get the picture. Some how it makes up for all the inconveniences of putting up with them almost year round. The cute, young, wide-eyed freshman fresh from the farm or the burbs or who in the heck cares where they're from, they here...........in my city..............wearing practically nothing.......... looking all so enticing.......... cute as can be......... all ready and willing........... for the looking. One can still look. Ah sigh.

Letting go

2008-08-17T08:19:00.001-07:00

It's so easier said than done, letting go. What am I talking about it? You know the type of situation. Peter tells Sophia that you've been telling everyone she slept with half the patrons at Club A-GoGO just to get back at you for being honest about his shenanigans with Bruce. You are so pissed at him. He's jeopardized your relationship with Sophia, spread gossip about you to most of your friends. How do you not want to hire some guy named Guido to work him over. You have to let it go instead. Keep reminding yourself about karma. Ah, yes karma the universal equalized. Remain steadfast in your believe that the Universe will make everything all right again. And when he least expects it, he'll get his and you won't have anything to do it. Beside even thinking it about it is not good karma for you. So you try, oh how you try, to send only positive, loving thoughts out into the world and beyond. But man, oh man, it really hard sometimes. I think even the great powers of the Universe know it's hard for us to control some of those thoughts and they do cut us a little slack, but probably not for long. So try, try, try to be the bigger person. It doesn't always feel good at the time but in the end it will be better for you. After all, you ARE the better person, act and think like the better person and let it go. Hmm kind of reminds me of the final number of show I was in about a year ago, The Full Monty but those stories are for another day. Peace out

Thank my lucky stars for true friends.....

2008-08-15T12:20:00.000-07:00

Something happened yesterday that I will surely write about in sordid detail at a later date. Suffice to say the information was given to me by the perpetrator and caused me to be more upset and angry than I can remember being in a very long time. When he told me, my vision blurred, I was numb, I was speechless. Slowly my senses came back and I cursed, boy how I cursed. Then kicked his little butt out of the house, hopefully to never lay eyes on the little prick(and I'm being way to kind) again. End of TV Guide synopsis.
Being so upset and angry what do I do, talk to my friends,of course. And what Friends (with a capital F) I have. Full of compassion and understanding, kind words and advice, tea and sympathy. They were there for me!
Naturally, my roomie, Vera (If you haven't you must read his blog) was the first to get the earful. Wise, wonderful, witty, Vera. He may get tired of my ramblings but still will take the time to listen and advise. After many years of living alone, I can't tell you how happy I am we now share a fabulous house.
Next would come my phone calls. First to Miss Matthew, who will always listen with his calm and occasional "hmm" or "oh, my". Modest, generous, creative beyond believe, loving and kind, his practically perfect personality is equaled only by his acting talent. He's like bloody Mary Poppins in pants. He and his pert and perky little partner, Mikey, are more like my family than friends.
Next, to Dr Chris, oh but if we all could have a renowned psychiatrist in our close circle of friends. Chris is truly one of the most amazing people I have ever known. Genius level smart, he can recite the entire acceptance speech given by a myriad of actresses at any one of the last 20 or 25 Academy Awards Show. I am not exaggerating His phrase, "it's all good" has kept me from jumping of the proverbial bridge many times. Sincere and kind to all, I am never ceased to be amazed by his calm, gentle, and gracious manner, intelligence and sense of humor.
I had to have some lunch with the boys so Tim, Rod and I sat at the Airliner with Southwest Salads and I told them my story. Tim is so sweet and he's going through some physical problems of his own, yet listened to me babble on about my problems. Always there, always sympathetic and understanding, always taking the time, I wonder how I got so lucky. And Rodney, never one to withhold an opinion he advised and counseled me not really on the emotional issues surging through my body but rather on some legal issues. Yes, yes, yes there are legal ramifications to all this. Rod's advice was sound and sensible and something that I really needed even though I didn't realize it at the time.
Finally, the elusive Miss Patti called be back. She's a saint, a savior, a slave to her church, always busy helping others. It seems her lot and place in this world. Strong and steadfast in her faith like few others. It's a comfort just to talk to her and hear her voice. But there are many sides to Patti, one of the finest musical-theatre actresses this town has known, she commands the stage, and a singing voice of rare beauty, strength, and power not unlike her, herself. Bless you PJ.
I realize how really lucky and blessed I am to have friends such as these and the many others yet to hear my tale of whoa. Just as the great Mother/Father Creator is always there for all of us, friends are there, all you have to do is call.........Love you guys

Venus rising..........

2008-08-14T08:57:00.000-07:00

You are searching for the truth regarding an important issue in your life. Until you discover what's really going on, you won't be able to move forward. On Friday, wise Mercury conjuncts Saturn in analytical Virgo, and you be able to put all the Pisces of your puzzle together. Whew! I can't wait till Friday. Astrology, some won't make a move without it, some think it's all just a bunch of hooey. I'm a believer. Ever had your natal chart done? When I first had mine done back in the late 90s, I was totally amazed at how accurate it was. I had a reading from a really great astrologer (and lady) Betty Budak. As I sat down in her living filled with Nik-naks and family photos, the first thing she said to me was, "you're a flirt, aren't you?" Well, I think, I think Charles Hamilton may get it. Flirt? Moi? I'm one of the biggest I know. The reading just kept getting better and better from there. It certainly made even more of believer out of me. Now I can't say I live and die by what my daily horoscope says but I do get one set to me weekly and generally I'll read my daily especially if I'm contemplating something of importance ( or at least what seems important at the moment) So, searching for the truth, in some way, aren't we all? Honestly though my life is going through some rather big changes right now. And to think it will all become clear on Friday, I just can't wait. Believe me, patience is NOT one of my virtues. I've also been seeing the number 1111 a lot recently, like when I look at a digital clock the time will be 11:11. You should Google that and see what you find. I think, though it will have to a topic for another time for me. By the by, just in case anyone is actually reading this and is wondering, I'm a Taurus with Pisces rising. I love my sign. I just have to learn to stay away from those #*%&#&* Geminis.

I am what I am......

2008-08-13T09:33:00.001-07:00

"So whenever I'm feeling depressed by the tired old face that I see. Whenever I want to be someone who's anyone other than me" I have to take a small step back and realize that I really am a lucky and blessed person. I love the theatre. In so many ways theatre IS my life. Not just once but twice I've had the good fortune play what I feel is one of the great musical-theatre roles for a man, Albin in Jerry Herman's La Cage aux Folles. This role for a man, especially a gay man, is what Dolly or Mame is like for woman. Only in my opinion and the opinion of a number of reviewers surpasses both Hello Dolly and Mame not only in brilliance of score but also in depth and richness of character, largely due to the fantastic Harvey Fierstein script. It was an honor and a privilege to be Albin at least for the run of the shows. It's hard to describe the exhilaration, the thrill, the sheer magic of standing alone on stage in a spot light, wearing a gorgeous sequined gown and singing the Act I closing number, I Am What I Am. As an actor, those kind of moments are far and few between. As a gay man, to stand proudly and say or rather sing those words, is something I will carry with me the rest of my life. As Matt Crowley wrote "Who is she, who was she, who does she hope to be", whoever you are without shame or apology, or compromise......Life's not worth a damn, till you can say "hey world, I am what I am."

When opportunity knocks.......close the door

2008-08-12T14:57:00.000-07:00

What does one write about in one's first blog. My top interests, I guess. OK, that's probably sex. I used to do a lot of cruising at the local book store, Just a Bit Different. It was after all featured in one of those Gay Guides in America (I just can't recall the exact name of the book) as the one cruising spot where you are guaranteed sex. Just off I-80, haven to horny truckers from across the great US of A. Oh, but the times I've had there. Sigh. Of course I wasn't always an expert cruiser or, one might, say an aggressive cruiser. Others might say I was just desperate. So I relied on my dear, close but late friend Kevin for advice and etiquette. "Always memorize their shoes", he told me. That way when you're looking through the glory hole into the darkness of the next booth, wondering who the hell is over there all you have to do is just look at their shoes. Oh, yes, the dirty white Nike's, young, blonde and built.........mmmmm, I'll think I'll take that opportunity and...............close the door.