Straight up at ya

Just when you thought you had the world to rights...it takes a turn at rubbing you up the wrong way.No so for my eternalised in caramel sister Miss Mole.....
Having just come away from what could have been akin to a world scale ego clash with the dignity she deserved.....I have found that even advising my sister in this topsy turvy world can sometimes go astray......but GOIL you have to admit for a few old sheilas...we dont do bad....and the blessing of it is that.....we are not only quotable...but tend to back up the spoken word in a network fraught with heresay and
insecurity...........Time to take lessons from the wheelchair generation say I.
tO QUOTE oSCAR wILDE...iF THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT YOU YOU DONT EXIST...AND IF THEY ARE TALKING...THEY TEND TO BE EXAGERATING YOU...IN STYLE.....
CHEERS GIRLS

but...ask the horses mouth.Its preferable that conversing with the horses arse
Usually I find....
and that interestingly enough is from what could have amounted to a horses arse ...

well if they can see all and say...I have an idea...we'll both bend over and you can check if ourhats are on straight

The Short Story Award

.Standing waiting to hear words that by now have been churned into art by four sets of editors you don't real feel like the author.
Sure the art design says it all. The illustrator should've endured the experiences of the last twenty years rather,than accept praise for a moment of microscopic detail
that had caught the publisher's attention. The way her smile radiates this small gathering,she's intending a few more bedroom sheets to cover,before her new next book opening. OH good on her.Why the hell why was anybody here for anyway.
Mindless sychophants sipping catering type plastic goblets,and finding the usual display of cheese replaced by slivers of vegetable,soaked in Vinegar.Smiles manufactured for the glossies.What was an author anyway. The summation of words gathered for an occasion.
and who was I.
The entertainment
Quote Jesus Christ in Musical form.Can we start again please.
Having never kept a diary of any note most of what follows will capture your imagination or sadly see it as a side show attraction.
Recently I was being,visited by an old friend.And while all wounds have long healed,and balances made in both directions for former indiscretions.It was prophetic to see he,that had arrived at your door some years in the past, at a philosophical crossroads . Meeting such men at those particular junctures have tended to mean; Princes though they may appear to others ,in actual fact, have the arse hanging out of their trousers.
Time Slip in what ever conduit suits you and take ten years
Now to sit in what must appear abject poverty in what I currently call my surroundings.To find one's friend crowing over a largely salaried job,and a toy boy to boot, has the ability to take the taste out of your mouth. But politeness as it may be.Social Etiquette observed.
Oh to him.Yes standing there.Friend of a reinvented celebrity.So now.
Did the strings of Vinegar complement days,without luxury.
Such is the mark of elegance when a packet of chocolate biscuits would do.
So is to write,like the visit without respite.Is the author the creator of the occasion.Award those who have come to find themselves in the Saturday morning review,that has the ability to end up under one's fish and chips on by Sunday Evening......and yet....Hamlets best addition.Words words words.....
Try as I might. Is the observation enough or finding out that as one grows older,thepicture gets bigger and the individual becomes insignificant,despite his carbon trail.

Getting over ourselves

For the most part the human experience has had many differing twists and turns....and even in liberal times one has to consider....that its a case of being a little more confident when presenting yourselves to the world....be it drag queen,trangendered or flagrantly bi....or just somebody after a few naughty thrills.
Sure life is a banquet.....But in embracing your new reality understand that you are in charge of it...
Ok we all like to say how hard done by by the wordl we are individually but seriously folks....it isnt the stone age..and we aren't....
I have long agho embraced what i am philosophically...it generally a case...of living it
Cheers Queers

Big GAY Out.............And son who needs it

oK....It been part of the gay social calendar for the last ten years in New Zealand..and I thought...hmmm on reflection.Time to make what ever point I think should be out there......Now being personal opinion I do hope that my view isnt too one sided...But it is for the most part well meant.
Congratulations to the NZAF for grabbing the ball....when all appears to be ready to
fall around it's ears...or is it when the going gets toughtthe tough getting going.
Seems to have been the case.In the extreme heat of a summers day.The thought of running around like a pantomime character really must have a few pay offs....
The delight of being able to say to a wider community...CELEBRATE ICONS....
and should the icons be disposed for the day....show joy in their colour.
Yet despite two seconds of national television..what had it mattered...
To dear friend and drag sis..H.R.H. Princess Beverly of the Virgin Islands...
one day in the calendar to enjoy the fullness of the experience...Mine I feel if I wasn't dressed for it I would be wondering what I was there for...The gay community being the....fractionated group of sexual like beings that they can be.....Times have changed since the government saw sense....Now there is no Outrage...
No reason to flaunt...We are what we are....or I am what I am.....
and in that being able to dumb down so the rest of the world still has the impression that we are represented by the more vocal....than those who have a considered view......
But oh to be young...wishful thinking on my part....But to see young lovers free...
it somehow appears all worth while....and worth the continum....
But fun and frivolity aside....my day was made with meeting
the countries first in so many ways
Georgina Beyer. Former MP...and still Diva.
He calm,assured manner really should be reflected in so many of my sisters.The crying
shame at this point is that..depsite her many and varied talents...she appears without a suitable platform to launch herself back into the world. Someone please.Give this woman a job.....She still hasn't run the race she appears determined to run...Whaia...To the gay community you are the only one who titles are so richly deserved...Impressed.No this blogger was sincerely humbled
and mad it a day to remember
Cheers queers

Celebrating

Ok.............so when Divine appeared in the John Waters B grade classic..we all shrieked....she cant act....But does that matter.She was out their creating a van guard in an industry that has Jude Law the world most eligible bachelor divorcee reaching for heels to grab a new screen role...
Ok.....so you have too much fashion and need for attention than most folk...but would it be interesting to find that in reflection such lurid imagery in those i have come to admire...have had an integral sense to what it is to drag it up....Sadly this cross dressing has gone from the delight of illusion to the seedy ability to arouse
erotica in men who's libido needed more than a freudian slip
Or have I got that wrong...when the blue nature of the likes of icon Danny La Rue's repartee can make you blush....it has a reflective mirror in a life of childhood irish catholic gothic memory.....always the reason for many a dirty joke....
so yeh Divine you took us from behind the Bike sheds....pity so many of your imitations are trying to drag you back there
just a musing..i suppose

oscars

Dusting off the Gloves....or How to give up smoking and not lose your temper

Well....it's really hard to get a real grip on things until you have to throw away,what you used to call one of life's little pleasures.I ask you all to carry on smoking.Ash Trays are provided. Thank you. and the sandtraps in the Vintage World War One Helmuts are not your grandfather's ashes.You may extinguish at any time in them.Thank you...the excess smoke means I don't have to use vaseline over the lens.It seems so Twentieth Century to light the scene a la Casablanca...when now the icy lines of reflective glass and Imax buildings dot the skyline.
Standing on the sidewalk indirect competition with the automobile,the smoker has been austracised.
In times past there was ladies smoking room at department stores.
Gentlemen retired for a cigar. The image of John Wayne's Lung, if it had been available might have set the tide of political correctness.Now after some twenty five years of following Sir Walter Raleighs gift from the indians at the end of a filter...
Time to...cut the anchors and set the unstable ship of rationality to venture.
Ok.
I use a cigarette in the average conversation as a matter of course. Realise that most people don't. Strike One.
It give's me something to do with my hands.Take up juggling.It's annoying but it keeps your hands busy.Strike Two.
It fills gaps in conversation.Well if you had anything to say it might be considered a conversation.Move on You're bored. Strike Three....and who said that's when they call you out.The list goes on.
It's a weight thing. Well.If it's a weight thing start the exercise.Lighting a cigarette is barely exercising an idea.
I use it to relax. Most people find some extra time to masturbate.Utilise time smoking in pursuit of other activity..mental and well as...yada yada yada...
and before you know it ,you have filled out a months subscription to Jenny Craig
and you are contemplating a self help book...when the very idea of Self Help is wearying....
OP'S ...or as they say Other peoples.Considering the recession .It wouldn't take long before you'd be given the exit card in any conversation.
Ok.As long as they stop the sophorific advertising for a smoke free generation.
I used to think every time that one delivered it's message, amidst the male deodourant,easy cook,and whiteware commercialism of Television.
Yeh don't be a cheap skate.Get digital. End of Strike.
Take it out on your friends.At the end of any day any emotion expressed in the drying out process....may be reviewed ,but unlikely to miss it's intent.
You're Out.
Progress report.....I am contemplating three small coloured balls.

try this

The entertainer

In Memory of

If half the world I knew looked at the career and achievement of this woman.....just tack onto the video i found of her adoring public.....even weeks before we left us...
as for politics in the world....
It always need entertainment
The woman with the cat in her voice

EARTHA..............the original