Playing Hooky

We've had beautiful weather here for the last week or so. Highs in the 70's...record high's earlier this week. Gotta love global warming.

I'm not sure if it's the weather, laziness, or the fact there's not much going on, but I haven't been a diligent blogger.

I even forgot to answer my fourth truths and a lie from last week. Such a slacker. The answer, is actually 4...I was not crowned Prom Queen. They didn't give out the title to anyone, but I feel like I EARNED it, since I was the only gay man there.

One more weekend in the Big City before a weekend off to get ready for my trip to Bangkok. It's Sarah's birthday tomorrow, so I'm sure to have a ton of material for Monday's Sarah Says.

Have a great weekend!

"W"

Herpes Anyone?

Over the weekend, I noticed a little bump forming on my lip. Instead of rushing to the drugstore to grab some ointment, I thought 'oh it'll go away.'

Monday morning I wake up and I have a crusty red blob the size of Alaska spreading away from my lip. By noon, I've put on some abreva treatment cream, hoping it'll work. Later in the day, it's expanded even more to the size of the lower 48 states. Seriously folks, it looks like I've been sucking on Lindsey Lohan's hoo-hah.

I get these fever blisters from time to time, and there's no good way to disguise them.

This after I'm recovering from first degree burns after an extended visit in a tanning booth with new bulbs. Now my face is peeling, but the rest of me has a nice golden brown hue.

On another note, my boss approached me on Monday and we re-negotiated a new contract. I got a little raise (above the standard 2-3%), some more perks and options to leave after a certain period of time.

So it looks like my happy little ass won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

If anyone has any home remedies or OTC tips for cold sores...let me know!

Sarah Says...

Hey all...

Weekend was very nice and relaxing and wonderful.

Recap later...

Now for Sarah Says...

After showing off my thoroughly sunburned arms and placing her alabaster hued arm next to mine, Sarah says "White Power." (note...Sarah is not racist...she loves EVERYBODY...she is the HRC's middle name...or something like that).

When reminiscing about her high school days Sarah says, "I used to skip school, come down to the river, smoke pot, and skinny dip...those were the fucking days!"

While confessing her true first love Sarah says, "Before gay men, I was truly infatuated with heroine waifs."

On discussing reasons her passport may be held up, Sarah says, "I'm on the list." I ask "What list?" She says, "you know the list where the government marks you. I bought this book (about anarchy or overthrowing the government or something), and it put me on 'the list'".

And, perhaps the best of the weekend...Sarah didn't speak and still did a Sarah Says!

While playing a round during church trivia night, Sarah was on another team and signed the answer to a few questions for our team at the next table.

Let me back up to Friday...

I went to the tanning bed as part of "Operation Don't Burn When You to the Equator". It was my fifth visit. Somehow, I thought I'd built my way up to 15 minutes. Unfortunately, the attendant put me in a different booth, with new bulbs. She neglected to tell me they were new. I came out feeling ok and ready to be a few shades darker for my trip to the Big City.

Flash forward two hours and I resemble a tomato. A red rash was slowly creeping up my chest, past my neck, and to my face. When I got in the shower, I looked down and noticed I had a white band of flesh around my nether-regions. It was like I still had on white trunk briefs and was wearing a bright red shirt and pants. Only I was naked. Oops!

After layering on a few inches of aloe enriched lotion, I headed to work.

Saturday afternoon, Sarah and I spent time sitting in a park, discussing plans for leaving, packing, etc for the trip to Thailand.

Saturday night...Trivia Night at church. I had no idea what to expect. Picture a high school graduation, with thousands of people packed into a small gymnasium with very little air circulating. Luckily that was the only downfall of the night.

Well, you know me, I can always find something to complain about. More on that in a minute.

Trivia Night...ah...

20 plus tables of 8 people, answering 10 questions per round, with a bonus question here and there and a total of 10 rounds.

There was table decorating contest. Our two "younger folk" tables were Peeps and Chicks, in the spirit of Easter. We had to bring our own food, so 'church picnic' was the menu. Deviled eggs, chicken salad sandwiches, pimento cheese sandwiches, and chips and dip. I remarked, good thing the food maker (Christian, the Cuisine Queen from the progressive dinner), thought to fix stuff that wouldn't spoil after a few hours in a humid auditorium. Needless to say, I just ate chips and the Easter candy I was in charge of bringing.

The trivia was pretty biased to older gay men. It wasn't all show tunes and divas live songs, but it might as well have been. Current events, Who's Your Momma, Music, Bible Trivia, and finally Sports were a few of the categories. While the lesbians certainly held their own, especially in the sports round, it just seemed the questions skewed gay and old.

Needless to say, we did not win, but it was a fun time had by all.

One big highlight, meeting a high profile employee of a company I've been trying to get hired with in the Big City. I'm not sure it'll pay off, but at least I've made a contact. Despite the fact I had on a bright pink polo and a chick construction paper hat with little streamers, I still think I made a good impression.

And that's a wrap on the weekend.

"W"

Is this thing on?

It's been three days now since my last post.

*Cue bananarama's "Move in My Direction*

"It's been seven days since my last confession..."

My typically lame life seems even lamer lately with nothing new to write about or make up some post.

When in doubt...recycle.

Here's another fun game of four truth's and a lie.

1. Soil Judging Scandal. I was in FFA in high school and was on the soil judging team two years. (you're only allowed one year by the rules). So the second year, I wore a cap, glasses, and changed my name. Our team won, I came in second overall.

2. Picture with the Pope. Before winning a world championship speech title, my five teammates and I got blessed by the Pope (JP2) and had my picture taken with him.

3. Drunk Sistine Chapel Tour. After winning a world championship speech title, my five teammates and I got smashed on wine at the awards banquet, went out later for more drinking celebration at a bar, and the next day I was still drunk while touring the Sistine Chapel.

4. "W" Crowned Prom Queen. Last summer, for a fundraiser at my Gal Pal's mother's church (another MCC), we went to Gay Prom. I won Prom Queen by default, since I was the only man there.

5. Man Purse Problem. I carry a messenger bag everyday to work. I used to switch out a brown one and a gray or black one to match my purse with my shoes, like any good gay. Then I got tired of switching them out, so now I just carry a gray one instead.

Off to the Big City this weekend...including a church trivia nite, lunch for the first time with a guy I've been chatting with for quite some time, a trip planning session with Sarah, and hopefully a lot of fun.

Have a great weekend.

"W"

The Sweet Juice Ran Down My Lips and Left a Sticky Trail of Extacy Across My Chin

So in three weeks, Sarah and I will be on board a plane (from the Big City to Chicago at the time of this writing)...

In honor of Sean hosting me and showing me the way...I'll let him do some posting while I'm gone to keep you all entertained. He's a tremendous writer, and you've already probably read some excerpts from his letters.

Due to the catchy post title...here's part of an email Sean sent me on his 'spring break' from teaching school.

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That evening for dinner, I unwittingly had a theme. While I went to the night market hoping it would be glam and full of good items for tourists... it was not. While the guidebook suggested it was a great place to eat... it was not. I'd read about some places to eat, but was not sure if the food would be good, so I figured some fresh fruit would be a good appetizer.

I headed for my favorite yellow pineapple (god's smile) but was distracted by yellow watermelon. Have you tried it? The seeds are smaller and it's bright yellow. Delicious. The vendor slided it for me and put it in a bag. I put the cold wedges in my mouth and sucked the juice before squeezing it's watery sacs with my jaws. I went back for pineapple but was distracted by a different vendor selling yellow mango & sticky rice (so often we get green mango here). I debated for several minutes and finally asked for mango sans sticky rice. She had no problem weighing and cutting me a mango. It may be the best mango I have ever eaten--subtle flavor (none of that gasoline acid I remember as kid while father sucked on the stone in the trailer), such sweet juice, and flesh so soft it just fell apart (nearly) by pushing your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

It was so amazing, I had to stop walking in the market and just concentrate on eating the mango. Well when I finished the mango, I was still in the market (instead of half way to the restaurant). So I went back for the pineapple.

And while eating that sweet yellow smile of god, I found a pancake artist. She drew pancakes in animal shapes--with detailed lines inside the pancake. She used a squeeze bottle with a funnel spout (like a hot dog stand uses for mustard). She drew the outline of things--face, chin, whiskers and let the outline darken on the griddle. Then she filled in the gaps with batter. But the lines were darker and more golden. So when she finished, you could see her design. She did butterfly, Hello Kitty, turtle, penguin, bee, bird, and an amazing free-hand elephant. She laughed when I took pictures. We'll see if they turn out.

By the time I ate watermelon, lingered over mango, and took pictures of pancakes while enjoying pineapple, it was 8 pm. I figured it was too late to be choosing a restaurant, and I felt great from my appetizers, and i wanted to still swim, so I went back to my hotel--ignoring the yellow jack fruit which would have continued my theme and instead enjoyed a mixed choco-vanilla soft serve ice cream (the only guilt of the whole evening).

I finished my cone, changed into my swim suit and spent a refreshing 30 minutes in the pool and walked to my room at 8.55.

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W's editorial note: Sean threatened to leave the hotel because their pool only stayed open until 7. The staff quickly made a phone call and arranged for it to stay open, 'just for him'.

New Shoes, Old Gays, and Sarah Says She's Lame

Hey all...

Where does the time go...sunrise, sunset, and the weekend is gone!

I'm not sure about your neck of the woods, but pretty much every weekend this year has been pretty crappy when it comes to weather. A week ago Sunday was nice, but a little windy. Rain, snow, cool temps, it's all getting old.

I arrive in the Big City under a blanket of light grey clouds, thinking, 'hmm...I hope it doesn't rain at the St. Patty's parade. My friend Sean (not the Sean from Thailand) and I were supposed to meet up with some other peeps, but the crowd was thicker than Andy Rooney's eyebrows. We parked about mile or so away and then had to fight our way through a throng of green beer drinking folks, only to look up and see white stuff floating down from the sky. Yup. It was snowing. Just flurries, but it was snowing.

After catching some beads (of all the thousands of green ones being flung about, I end up with white ones...how appropriate...the gay guy ends up with pearls...lovely), we decided to hike back to the car and go shopping for something to wear to the dinner party.

Between Sean and I, we had about a dozen coupons, but didn't find anything in the respective stores. I think it usually works out that way. So we went to Kohl's and found some cute cheap shirts, and I bought a new pair of black square toe shoes...bitchin', I might add. Nothing like a new pair of shoes to make a young man happy and gay.

On to the dinner party with the older men...

That's where I found myself in a trendy little corner of the city with newly rehab-ed condos. Being the good gay boys we are, Sean and I were armed with a giftbag each with salsa from a specialty shop. Of course that just made the 55-year old gush about how sweet we were.

I say older men. Most all of them were, some in their 30's, 40's, and 50's. No matter the age, I realized a majority of gay men when grouped together, are just as catty and bitchy and dirty. Depressing in a way...to see some things just don't change. Rather than shaking hands, the old queens wouldn't extend an arm, but would grab you and pull you in to kiss your cheek.

The dinner was lasagna, some salad with pears, and bread. The large open bar helped matters immensely.

I met 4 different investment bankers, an interior designer, a couple with an internet business, and then there was "THE DOCTOR". Kevin, a 50-ish ER doctor from Phoenix, was in visiting the party host. Dr. Kevin looks 40-ish, wearing a tight polo and even tighter jeans over his tight little body. Very much like Ted Shackleford from Knotts Landing. Even so, I could see in his eyes and from the tone of his conversation he was looking for a quick hookup. By that time, Sean was pretty buzzed and flirting heavily with the good doctor. Sweet innocent Sean wasn't really picking up on the doctor's intent to do a prostate exam, but he was flirting back by making small talk of his own. I had to laugh. The doctor was giving the green light, and Sean was chit-chatting about this and that trying to talk him up. We'd already missed the GLBT band concert, and I could tell Dr. Kevin Ted Shackleford was getting frustrated with us both, so I suggested we hit the bars.

Honestly, I haven't figured out why Sean likes to rub elbows with the rich, older crowd. He claims it's for the contacts and networking, but I just don't see it at all. It's not like we were parading around in our underwear, although I still felt like I was on display or something.

Even at the bar, Sean was circulating around talking to older men he knew, rather than meeting or checking out the more age appropriate hotties.

After spending a few hours at a bar, I decided my feet hurt (not from the new shoes) and it was time to go.

Sunday meant church, and a video presentation to kick off "Pride" that Thom made. I've seen it before, and I cry every time. I'll try to figure out how to put the you tube link on here.

I didn't get to spend nearly enough time with Sarah at church or after at lunch, so there's not a lot of Sarah says.

When showing off her new black leather and metal handle purse Sarah says, "If you think that's S & M hot, you should see my bondage belt."

At lunch, I was sharing the Sean and Dr. Ted Kevin Shackleford story Sarah says, "Why didn't you just bend over and say "hey i've got this anal mites, do you mind checking them out?"

Then as I was saying bye to her, Sarah says, "wow, i've been off this weekend, there's nothing for Sarah Says, I'm lame."

Never fear folks, I'm heading back up to the Big City this coming weekend for trivia night at church, and I'll spend more time with her and have a whole new set of Sarah Says next week.

Hope your week gets off to a great start!

"W"

Do this, No Not That!

Pretty lame post for a Friday morning...but...

I know better than to check my work email from home. However, fate tempts me and I fall every time. I'm curious to see if I'm missing out on anything and just 'can't wait' until I get to the office.

This morning, after a wonderful cycling class and making lunch plans with the Gal Pal, and a trip to the tanning bed (I know I know, bad "W", bad bad "W")...

I get home, check my other email, and then open my work account. It's never a good thing when your boss send you something with the title in caps...QUESTION???

The question was in reference to my main work assignment last night. I had nothing to do with the content...I just do it (if you can read between the lines there). The boss man wasn't happy with the order of the content and said it just didn't make sense.

Rewind about 20 months...to when the producer (in charge of content) was pretty new to our office...but has about 15 years 'experience'...was really annoying with his manner of stacking the content..so much so we had a knockout drag down fight night after night, till finally he included some random story about a fireworks stand explosion in mexico amidst a bunch of local items of interest. I told him, "NO. Absolutely not. This makes no sense, put it down with the national, international stuff. I'm NOT going to read that story."

I didn't.

The next day I got the "You were right, it didn't make sense, but it's the producer's job to stack the show, and you can't change their decision."

So I've learned to grin and bear it...and just do whatever.

Then I get this email...like it's my fault. Sure....riiight.

Anyhoo...it's Friday...I'm not gonna let it get me down...cause I have an uber fab weekend in store!

Hope your St. Patrick's Day weekend is great too!

"W"

America's Next Top Hooker

Seriously People!

It's been on the air for a few weeks now, but yikes, even the screen caps from Who Wants to Be the Next Pussycat Doll are SCARY.

I mean how slutty do you have to dress to be the next PCD?

What do they tell the people they kick off? "Sorry Roxie, you don't gyrate your pelvis enough. You need more hip thrusting when you dance.!" Or "Mary Lou, what' up with that outfit. We can't see your midrift or your cervix, sorry, you have to go home."

I'm too lazy to find other pics, but if you'd like to check it out, go to www.cwtv.com.

One Month Till Bangkok!

Yikes...the clock is ticking!

In exactly four weeks from the time I'm typing this post...I'll have just taxied off the runway in Chicago and start a 13 hour flight to Tokyo. Then it's just a short 6.5 hour flight from Tokyo to Bangkok.

Excited?

Not yet.

I think I'm still in denial. I need a few more weeks before I really get hyped up about it all.

Speaking of time, this time change is really kicking my ass. I woke up at 10:00 today, which is way late for me. Yesterday I got up at 9, but still. I need to get up and get going sooner...ah there's always tomorrow.

Later,
"W"

My Lie and the Weekend

Ok...ok....so my faithful readers know me better than I think.

#3 was the lie...I was not a guest emcee, but gal pal and her mother and I were all witness to a wet briefs contest gone bad. The guy claimed he was 'str8' and just wanted the money...but no straight guy drops his wet underwear and shakes his money maker and his other maker around in front of a bunch of gay men and lesbians.

Weekend was uber fab....yes yes...I know...a 4.5 hour trip home to see the folks and my sister actually was pain free...until the end. I was at my grandpa's bday celebration.

My moron of a redneck cousin had to open his mouth talking about the 'gay agenda'. I asked him exactly what IS the gay agenda, and he had no reply. What an ass clown! So my sister got up and said time to go. I agreed and we left. As my relatives were starting their gay bashing, my sister had the presence of mind to say enough and I was very proud. Yes, I should have stayed and stood my ground, but I just didn't have the patience to bother with it all. Plus it really was time to go. I had another 3.5 hours to drive.

I called Mom once I got home to tell her thanks for the great weekend. She said "I noticed you and Em left when Robbie went off on his little tirade," and I replied, "Yeah he wouldn't know gay if it was sitting across the room from him." Then I said "well it was time to go anyway". It was.

So I'm home...gearing up for an "A" Gay party next weekend with some of the Big City's richest and queerest...I feel special getting an invite.

Later!

"W"

Action At Last

I'm such a tease!

No...no action for "W"...it's been quite a long time for that.

After stirring in bed a few nights ago thinking about the situation with my foster nephew Zach, I kept thinking about what I could to do help.

After filing a ton of complaints with the ombudsman's office and repeated calls, my sister and brother in law were getting no where. They first started trying in December. So they waited and waited and waited and heard nothing. In the last month or so, I've emailed and called several state legislators, officials with the Foster Care System, among various other people I thought might help. Only one state senator (who happens to be gay) replied saying he couldn't help, but was very disappointed the problem got to this point.

Oh, when I was doing my calls and emails, I used my 'work' title rather than 'concerned brother/uncle' title...thinking it might carry more weight.

It didn't.

That is until Thursday, when I emailed the Secretary of the Cabinet over the FCS, and basically said, "Hey, I'm not going to air a story on this, but I'm sure my colleagues in Louisville and Lexington could have a field day with yet another series of blatant mistakes made by the Cabinet. Please let me know how we can resolve this issue quickly and quietly."

I've blogged before about how the Cabinet is under a ton of scrutiny and the focus of a major investigation by the Office of the Inspector General. That investigation is still ongoing, and I found out last week it's not too late to add more 'findings to the report'.

Well my little email worked.

A few hours later, the Cabinet's right hand man (woman) called me at work and asked for more information about the situation. I told her I didn't feel comfortable disclosing what I felt was confidential info, without the family's consent. So she was nice and helpful and said, you have them call me directly and I'll help them.

Help them? Well she did. She directed them to yet another man (who was out of the office), but his assistant called my sister back three times to get information about the case and assure her that first thing Monday morning, they'd get started at looking into things when the 'right people' were back in the office.

So yeah...Zach's not back home yet, but I feel like this will hopefully get the ball rolling so we don't have to wait on the court to make a decision.

Things are looking up.

Have a great weekend. I'll leave the 'four truths and a lie' up until Sunday and see if anyone else comments...I'll give my answer at the end of the weekend.

Smooches All Around
"W"

Grand Theft Thursday

So I'm stealing post ideas from some of my favorite bloggers for today's entry.

Starting with MQB's Name Game.

YOUR REAL NAME: "W"

YOUR GANGSTA NAME (1st 4 letters + izzle): Wuh-sizzle

YOUR DETECTIVE NAME (fave color + fave animal): Blue Dog

YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name + childhood street): Wallace Lincoln Farm

YOUR STAR WARS NAME (last 3 letters of your last name + first 2 letters of your first name + first 3 letters of Mom’s maiden name): leywepea

YOUR SUPER HERO NAME (2nd fave color + fave drink): Chocolate Margarita

YOUR IRAQI NAME (2nd letter of your first name + 3rd letter of your last name + any letter of your middle name + 2nd letter of your Mom’s maiden name + 3rd letter of your Dad’s middle name + 1st letter of a sibling’s first name + last letter of your Mom’s middle name): Eileley

OUR WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM NAME (Grandma/Grandpa’s first name + Jones): Audra Jones

YOUR GOTH NAME (Black + name of one of your pets): Black Speck

YOUR AMERICAN IDOL NAME (fav car and sea food): Jaguar No Fish

NAME OF YOUR DREAM BAND (name of computer + printer): Dell (no printer!)

MOVIE STAR NAME (sibling’s middle name + mother-in-law’s maiden name): Hope ?????

YOUR ALTER EGO NAME (name of one your childhood pets + popular brand of clothes when you were young): Whoobie Guess

YOUR LAWYER NAME (fav actor’s last name + fav hard liquor): Mcconaughey Rum

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Four Truths and a Lie Courtesy (dirk, persian, and most recently Kevin)

1. I was within 100 feet of a derailed train leaking toxic chemicals. My photographer and I snuck into a small town via a side country road and stumbled upon a major train wreck to get video of a disaster that forced an 5 mile evacuation for a week.

2. In high school I made colorguard flags out of old material from Mom's sewing supplies and hot glued them to old broom and mop poles.

3. At a local gay bar, I was a guest emcee for a wet briefs contest. One guy wanted to win so badly, he 'made' his wet briefs slide off and gave everyone a show.

4. When I was a small child, a bull got loose and charged my grandfather, uncle, and my dad (who was holding me at the time)...my dad pitched me over into an empty stall in the barn to protect me. My grandfather and uncle got seriously hurt. I claim the bump on my head back then explains everything now.

5. On a college trip to Paris, I snuck into the French National Tennis Center (Roland Garros) to take pictures. I have a photo of me all the way courtside at one of the biggest tennis stadiums in the world. I also swiped an old tennis ball on the way out. I have more photos from Roland Garros than I do of all my other Paris sightseeing stops.

Hmm...I didn't steal anything from Lewis...so I'll just swipe a smooch on the cheek for now and figure out something later ;-)

*Smooches*
"W"

It's all Fun and Games Until Someone Loses Their Life

Today at work was bad. Really bad. It made me question why I do what I do. I usually have a fun job, doing light and cute assignments. Occasionally if no one else is available, I'm called on to help out, because the bosses know I can do whatever the need me to do.

After getting pulled from a story about a local author getting published, I had to rush to the scene of a house fire. Flash forward a few hours, and the home is still smoldering, I'm standing there, 15 feet away from grieving family members who not only just lost their house, but also a loved one. The victim, a 33-year old woman died while trying to help her small children escape. They did. She did not. Fourteen people lived in that house, including kids of all ages. The worst was when I looked over and saw a girl in tears screaming, "I can't believe Mom's gone!" I wanted to crawl in a hole.

I've been doing this for nearly a decade now, so I should be used to it, but again I'm not typically covering these types of stories.

Ah well...tomorrow is another day.

Till then...

"W"

Bowling for Martinis

Pretty blase weekend for "W", although I didn't mind.

Saturday evening I went to celebrate a co-worker's birthday. Granted I don't care for the person too much and I wasn't invited, but I went anyway and had a most excellent evening.

Faithful readers probably don't picture me to frequent places like pool halls, honky tonks, or strip clubs. Because I don't. Saturday evening did take me to a local bowling alley. Perhaps I was a fish out of water, a gay lost in redneck paradise if you will, so spinning a 12 pound ball at 10 pins was quite the sight. It had been more than 9 years since my last visit to the lanes, and the first game I scored quite low. 76 I think. Game two, I hit my stride, and scored a respectable 110.

Afterwards, as a reward, I went with my str8 entourage to a martini bar for a refreshing round or two of drinks. Again, I had a surprisingly good time!

The weekend wasn't filled with pleasantries exactly. There was a situation involving a couple of friends and a sleeping incident that included some touching. Unfortunate to say the least. I think they're both adults and know how to address what happened and move on.

I also came to the realization today I can't afford to go to see the Scissor Sisters in concert next weekend, because I have to save my baht(Thai currency) for my trip NEXT MONTH to Bangkok.

Wow this is an exceptionally lame post.

Tomorrow will be better, I promise (great...now I'm building expectation)

Smooches

"W"

Conversion Aversion

Not to end the week on a downer but...

Last night I had a long in-depth phone call with a fellow gay. I've known him since October, but have only really gotten to know him well in the last few months. So we were talking, and I found out his parents aren't thrilled with his lifestyle. That's understandable. However, he's been forced to go to 'gay counseling' and pay for it himself. I was shocked and floored. I had no clue. He seems pretty happy with life and mostly happy being gay. He goes out a lot to gay bars, goes to gay church, worships at the other gay church...the gym several times a week. We've had talks before about he's more conservative than most people in our circle of friends and feels 'different'. I reassured him before that it's ok to have different political and social view and values. Straight people do. So do gays and lesbians.

Back to last night. I just couldn't believe a man in his late 20's could let his parents have so much control over him and 'make' him go to gay conversion sessions. He just seemed so sad and confused. Now I see why. Being pushed and pulled in different directions.

I tried to encourage him to do what he wanted in life. To be strong and figure out for himself what truly makes him happy.

There's a classic Will and Grace episode about Jack and Karen crashing a 'conversion' meeting because Jack wanted to get it on with Neil Patrick Harris (can you blame him?) Of course they busted it up when Karen encouraged the women to fantasize about Angelina Jolie on the back of a Harley, and Jack wanted the guys to shower together after watching a foot-sket-ball game.

Anyhoo...simple weekend at home planned. Hope yours is enjoyable!

"W"