Gayest Weekend Part Three : Tyne Daly

My Gayest Weekend Ever in New York City was coming to an end after having met Stockard Channing and doing Drag Con but I pushed my luck and attempted to meet one more diva before calling it a weekend. The Broadway Flea Market & Grand Auction sells autographed merchandise, show props, and Broadway memorabilia to…

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Gayest Weekend Ever Part Two : Drag Con

I awoke Sunday to a beautiful New York City day, sunny and in the 60’s, with memories of the night before still at the forefront of my mind after having met Stockard Channing. After breakfast my partner and I went our separate ways since my weekend was about to get even too gay for him,…

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Cher’s Dancing Queen

I’m not religious so I don’t go to church to confess my sins to the holy dude in the secret closet. However, I will confess my ultimate gay sin here…I don’t like ABBA. Blasphemy, I know! That haunting noise heard across the land was all the gays of the past, present and future gasping in…

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Tiffany’s Pieces Of Me

At the end of last year when I saw Tiffany in concert at The Iridium in New York City, she mentioned working on new music. She compared the sound to her previous album The Color Of Silence, which in my gay opinion, is her best album to date. So to say that I was excited…

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Dignity 101: No Mo Ho

A few weeks ago while on vacation in Washington DC, I was on a booze cruise where a song got stuck in my head but not in a good way. The rapper sang about making “these bitches scream” and how they could “get a taste” of him. Bitches…I mean Ladies, where’s your self respect? If some Prick…I…

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Kris Angelis’ Pieces That Were Stolen EP

My main reason for joining Twitter four years ago was to keep track of my favorite divas since I don’t do Facebook. It’s allowed me to interact with some of the divas directly and I’ve found out about some amazing shows. I didn’t plan on participating in Twitter as much as I have, but because…

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TV DILFs For $100, Alex!

Back in May, in honor of Mother’s Day, I did a post about my mom who pretty much raised me solo. My father died when I was eleven, but before that, he wasn’t around much. He was on the road a lot driving tractor trailers (bringing home small trinkets from time to time), moving trucks…

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