Friday, January 24, 2025

In Which We Live It Up

Back when I was a good deal younger than I am now, leading the fabulous existence of an '80s queer in New Orleans, I remember thinking occasionally what a quiet, restrained life I had.  Looking back on it, I must have been out of my mind, more so even than usual.  Those were the days when I'd go out to queer bars and bath houses pretty much every single night whooping it up, listening to loud music and chasing dick. Now if I have a haircut and a doctor's appointment both in the same week, I am laid low for days. 

I was considering all that this last weekend.  Diane von Austinburg was in town and we made a day of it.  We met up with our friend Hotfoot to go check out a charming new little museum with a very interesting couple of exhibits.  It wasn't crowded and the space is a dynamite use of an old bank downtown.  We dug it.

After we had had our fill of being cultured, we headed for a bar, because what else do you do late on a Sunday afternoon?  Hotfoot's husband Drumstick joined us there and after a couple of drinks we adjourned for sushi.  Diane and Hotfoot both said it was excellent.  Drumstick and I both agree sushi is nothing but overpriced cat food and we refuse it.   Still, it was a very nice dinner hanging out with old friends. 

But wait, there's more! After dinner we came back to my place and played Yahtzee like the wild dogs we are.  They all polished off a few bottles of wine and even though I was the only one not drinking, I was also the only one to not win a game.  I was so annoyed, I briefly considered cheating, since they were all so wasted by then they wouldn't have known, but even I have my limits.  Everyone had completely conflicting demands about what music I should be playing.

The whole underpinning for the evening was a celebration of Super Agent Fred's birthday.  We toasted to him, and we told stories about him, and we all got a little teary-eyed occasionally.  It was very reminiscent of evenings gone by when we would explore bars all over town, the sushi place was one of Fred's favorite spots, and a Yahtzee tournament was a tradition of ours.  It was a good time and times like that help say goodbye.

Speaking of Super Agent Fred, I have been able to make progress (finally) on the website where I will be offering up his art.  I know I have been really slow getting a handle on all this, but I am able to think I should have something soon.  

You know what else Fred was very fond of?  Naked men:

Fred was very fond of the species known as "daddy".


A cowboy for my niece Amber, who appreciates beef.
 


And buttchops for me.


Speaking of buttchops, someone would seem to have been a naughty little puss.


I've mentioned before how I love big boys with that dumb look on their sweet face.


I can never remember this guy's name.  If anyone knows it, please share with the class.


Surly, but so darn beautiful.

12 comments:

  1. Now if I have a haircut and a doctor's appointment both in the same week, I am laid low for days. Same! I might even need a month to recover.
    Apologies, these days naked people make me want to knit underwear, or dish out M&S vouchers. Ageing: it is what it is.
    Sx

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  2. Debbie Harry’s thought on turning 80 July 1st.

    https://people.com/debbie-harry-reveals-bad-thing-about-aging-8769699

    If I get one thing on the endless list done a day it’s a good day.

    The library in Philadelphia offers lots of ebooks. I don’t have to go get them. That is a big plus to me.

    Happy birthday Fred.

    I still have some problems getting on your site. If I clear my history to delete all the cookies that get loaded as I go for one site to the next the connection getting me into your site disappears. Then I have to go into battle mode to get back in by attacking the entrance screen in various ways. I have no idea what it is I am doing when I finally somehow succeed.

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    1. Jeffery - the problem with blog pages not working properly lies with your browser's "cross-site tracking" feature. On most browsers, there's a button or icon just before the "https" in the address bar to switch it off (or it may be in "settings", depending on which one you use). Works for me! Jx

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    2. PS Debbie Harry being 80 this year is a terrifying concept!

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    3. That seems to have worked. Thank you.

      I will be 77 in less than a month. Where did the last 50 years go? Time does fly when having a good time. I decided early on to do just than and did.

      I’ve been watching the five part Month Don series on British gardens that they do as filler in the winter.

      https://hdclump.com/monty-don-british-gardens-exploring-the-exotic-historic-and-contemporary-in-southwest-england/

      The rest are at the bottom of the page if you scrolled down.

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    4. We've been watching them too! Jx

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  3. I forgot to add my name to the above. A brain is a terrible thing to lose.

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  4. I'm with you, Peenee! In my heyday, I was "the good time that was had by all"; always out and about, always on the hunt. Nowadays, I look forward to Gardeners World coming back on the telly... Jx

    PS #5 - the "dumb-looking" ginger - for me, please.

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  5. ..."but even I have my limits." You're kidding, right?

    Anonymous, too

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  6. I've lovely memories of playing Yahtzee with my two best friends, both dead for so very long. I believe I still have our score sheets in the box. Yup, I saved them because I'm an idiot. And maybe a little bit of a hoarder.

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  7. Yo! Sushi how can anyone eat that muck, raw fish, serves them right if they all get worms. Non Asian people using chopstick... don't get me started.

    I've seen Daddy number 1 in a film, teaching his step son a lesson and number 4 reminded me of a gentleman who was staying in the same hotel as us, he was slutting himself on Grindr he had a picture very similar to the one above, poised and ready to receive, underneath the picture he wrote the name of the hotel and the room number, out of curiosity the maid and I passed by his room, he had locked the door whilst it was still open to prevent it from closing too. I gingerly nudged it open and peered inside and there he was, being taken roughly by a little bearded man with about 9 others waiting patiently for their turn, I was jealous. This was at the Holiday Inn in Brighton.

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  8. Happy heavenly birthday, Fred. I’d break that cowboy!! Damn. -A

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