Thursday, December 28, 2023

In Which We're Glad That's Over

 

I made it all the way through Krampus season without being captured by a demon.  It's a win for team peenee!

I spent most of xmas asleep which is just how it should be.  When I finally staggered to consciousness,  I breezed over to secret agent Fred's to help hang art in his newly painted hallway.

Before

After

It's a very attractive piece, an antique Chinese carved arch.  I think it may have been part of a screen or even one of those elaborate beds.  It was a struggle getting it up on the wall because it's three sizable pieces that have to fit together AND have to hang straight AND the whole point was to get it to fit around that stupid electric box that his building just installed.  

That rug has got to go.


Fred says he's not digging that particular blue although I like it, I think mostly it's the light from the naked bulb that is not doing it any favors.  I enjoyed the whole experience.  I think for some gay men (me and Fred for instance) decorating is more than a chore, it's recreational, especially when there's a challenge to it like this was.  It's sort of like what sports are for straight boys.  

I'm writing this the day after christmas, Boxing Day, the Feast of Stephen, whatever you want to call it, mostly I think of it as having survived yet another holiday season.  Yay.  The yuleday itself brought with it several very sweet texts from my nieces.  My brothers started popping out offspring 55 years ago and yet I am still unaccustomed to being addressed as "Uncle Gary."  Who you talking to?

Guys:

Anonymous, but humpy.



I am not usually taken by skinny youth.  I am only including this one to show that I do have range.



More anonymous beef.



I'm listening to Erasure, an old favorite from the mad, gay 80s.  Oh.  L'amour.




Curvy.



Yeah, I don't have any information about the boys this week, sorry.  Not sorry.



Kristen Bjorn used to be a purveyor of such high quality pussy.  These days, not so much, except for this guy, whoever he is.

13 comments:

  1. I love the blue and I love the arch but, yeah, that electrical panel; they ruin everything!

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    1. I forgot to mention Fred is going to hang one of his paintings over the panel to hide it

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  2. Looks good.

    Will it ever get dusted?

    Is there going to be an HGTV show with the two of you?

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    1. Fred and I have discussed before pitching a HGTV show called something like "Yuck" where we go into people's houses and criticize. Everything.

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  3. It's not anodyne like my back passage. Is that Angel Gabriel Blue?

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    1. Does your back passage have an antique Chinese arch in it? On second thought, I retract the question.

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    2. Chef's kiss for that comment.

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  4. I'd paint that stupid electrical box to match to wall - and yes, that mat must go. At least encourage him to buy a Chinese-patterned one to match to new arch! Jx

    PS I'd be happy to take "skinny youth" off your hands - but tbh, I'd hardly say "no" to any of the others in your meat buffet this week...

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    1. The mat was a mistake, Fred ordered it online and it showed up like that. Oops.

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    2. I think that skinny twink is the G4P wife-beater Johnny Rapid. Yuk.

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  5. There's so much here! First, that collector's plate is great. Second, Fred's arch is gorgeous, but I just hang a wall calendar over the electric box in my place. It's a lot less work. Third, it's nice that your nieces paid homage to their favorite uncle. Finally, I'll take any of the models that don't have tattoos. Tattoos are too distracting...

    Anonymous, too

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  6. OMG Erasure! This was the soundtrack of Capitol Hill in Seattle! What a great memory, thanks! (Mr. Anonymous beef=Bizarro World Hasselhoff?)

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