"VISA, It's Everywhere You Want to Be!"

ARE YOU THERE, BLOG? fan, Robert...

...I have fans. I love that!...

...It makes me feel so Sally Field...

..."You like me. You REALLY like me!"...

...Robert sent me a hot pic of a sagger earlier this morning, and then he sent me this picture.

And the subject line of his email to me is the quote I used for the title of this post.

I'm sure Robert would agree that wherever those boys are, we want to be there!

I doubt I will see ANY boys who look like this at Hilton Head next month, though.

That boy on the right is PACKIN'!

"A Few Timid People Who Fear Progress"

So, since President Obama is trying to ensure health insurance for all Americans, that means he's a Socialist, huh? Well, remember what President Franklin Delano Roosevelt said about his New Deal...

"A few timid people who fear progress will try to give you new and strange names for what we are doing.

"Sometimes they will call it Fascism, and sometimes Communism, and sometimes Regimentation, and sometimes Socialism, but in so doing, they are trying to make very complex and theoretical something that is really very simple and very practical."

The more things change, the more Republicans stay the same.

"Flip, Flop and Fly!"

In a couple of nights, I will be at Sidetrack, singing songs that were originally made famous by women.

I know, I know... Me singing the hits of the gay diva icons while drinking way too much vodka. In my world, I simply refer to that as "Monday."

This Monday will be different, though. I will be on an actual stage. With a microphone. And people are going to pay to hear me sing songs that caused my father to lose all of his hair when he heard me sing them as a child. And all for a good cause!

"FLIP FLOP," a benefit for About Face Theatre's GLBT youth program, is this Monday, August 24th at Sidetrack. It is a one night concert where the gals sing guy songs and vice versa. It's a gay old time!

This year's theme is the 70's and the cast includes Amy Matheny, Elizabeth Laidlaw, Ora Jones, Matthew Amador, Liz Pazik, Aunt Lola Cabana, Christine Bunuan, Patrick Sarb, Paul Stovall, Loretta Rezos, George Keating, Patrick Andrews, Suzy Petri & Tom Michael.

This is the concert I posted about a month or so ago. The one that asked for suggestions of of 70's pop songs sung by women. A week or so after I asked everyone for help, I realized that I had already arranged and performed a song in one of my cabaret shows that perfectly fit this theme - - Dolly Parton's "Jolene."

In addition to my friend Trey Maclin joining me on "Jolene" (with Trey providing his usual "kick ass and take names" accompaniment on the guitar), I asked if I could sing one more song. A duet. But, as I said to the producers of the event, "Only if I sing the Streisand part!"

You know the song?

No, not THAT duet. Or that one. Or that one. Yes, that one. The uber-gay, disco one. Go figure.

So, if you're in Chicago, come to Sidetrack this Monday and see me do - - and I do mean "do!" - - both Dolly Parton AND Barbra Streisand! Back to back! Without a net!

With all those protrusions, I might lose an eye. Pray for me.

Hope to see you there!

Sidetrack Glass Bar
Monday August 24th
doors at 5pm / 6pm start til 8pm
$40 includes a drink and raffle ticket
aboutfacetheatre.com

P.S. It goes without saying that I will be staying at Sidetrack for showtunes, right?

"All the Single Ladies, All the Single Ladies..."

I love Blunt Cards.

We share a love of vintage photographs, four letter words and humor that makes Helen Keller jokes seem highbrow.

These are my people.

We both gravitated to this photograph. They used it on a card, I used it in my Caption Contest.

And Blunt Card...

...Not to be a bitch, cause I love you like a sister... BUT...

...Doug's caption is funnier.

"Fun, fun, fun, fun..."

The clip below is from tonight's episode of The Soup.

When is someone going to give me Joel McHale as a bedwarming gift?

Sorry, I meant housewarming gift.

Bedwarming, housewarming, it doesn't matter.

If that man was in my house, he could go wherever he likes.

Anywhere, except out the door.

Leave me and I'll go all "Fatal Attraction" on you, Mr. McHale.

I'm not going to be IGNORED, Joel!

Speaking of "Fatal Attraction," is Kate Gosselin the biggest psycho bitch on the planet or what? Sure, Jon's no prize and no saint, but if you nagged and yelled and complained about me 24/7, I'd cheat on you and your freaky, wannabe Posh Spice haircut too.

"I'm Fighting Crimes Against Fashion!"

Here he is, the one and only Tim Gunn from his appearance last night on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.

I would drink this man's bath water.

He's witty, urbane, stylish and strikingly handsome and he laughs loudly and joyously. That's a must for me.

And best of all, he's a Marvel superhero. Of sorts.

I simply cannot wait for tonight's first episode of the new season of Project Runway.

And as for Tim Gunn, as far as I'm concerned, I'd love it if I could be in AND out with him. And in and out and in and out and in and out...

Sorry. I had to go there. Just look at him in that tux. Tim looks better than Daniel Craig in a tux. Of course, Daniel looks better out of one.

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"Release the Butterflies!"

Finally.

The trailer for Season 4 of The Venture Bros.

This is, without a doubt, my favorite television show. Possibly of all time.

Nothing makes me laugh harder. Nothing. Especially The Monarch.

I so wish I had a Monarch costume. I would wear it every Halloween. And every Christmas.

New Year's Eve. Forth of July. Arbor Day. You name the day and I would wear the costume.

I might was well wear it and be The Monarch 24/7. I already have his voice.

Yeah, yeah... You thought it.

Enjoy the season four trailer.

Any other Venture Bros. fans out there?

"They Are Made of Tomorrow & Yesterday, Let's Walk"

Late last night, I sent out an eblast announcing that I am once again walking in Chicago's AIDS Run & Walk on Season of Concern's Team.

I had tried to send the blast twice yesterday evening and failed. Lucky for me, my bladder is aging even faster than my hairline (lucky?!?), because after one of my late night "wake up, get up and go, or you'll wish you'd kept those rubber sheets on the bed" pees, I was able to send the eblast with ease.

The fact that I'm only able to perform intricate and complicated tasks in that hazy time period before dawn and right after "last call for alcohol" isn't surprising in the least, is it?

Well, say what you will about my late night abilities, I've already received $525 in sponsorship donations! Thank you to Rhoda, Gregory, Rick, Douglas, my cousin Kristie and the oh-so handsome Karl for their incredible generosity.

I've copied a little bit of the eblast below. Follow the links to either join Season of Concern's AIDS Walk Team on October 3rd, or to make a donation and sponsor me in the Walk.

And if you walk on our team, there's a good chance you might be walking beside some really, really, really, really fabulous Chicagoans. Join us!

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Join Season of Concern’s Team in the AIDS Run & Walk Chicago on October 3rd to fight complacency and support HIV/AIDS efforts in Chicagoland

…or if you are not available to participate, donate & sponsor me!

Season of Concern, the Chicagoland theatre community's fundraising effort providing compassionate care to those in our community who are experiencing the effects of HIV/AIDS and other catastrophic illnesses, is proudly sponsoring a team in the AIDS Foundation of Chicago’s annual AIDS Run & Walk Chicago.

And I have great news - - once again this year, Season of Concern will receive 100% of all funds raised through our team - - that includes registration fees and matching gifts!

Season of Concern contributes to programs that provide direct-care support to members of the theatre community and others in the Chicago area. Since 1988, funds have been raised through generous gifts from theatre artists, staffs, boards and audiences. Funds supported include The Actors Fund and The Biscotto-Miller Fund, SOC's internal fund which provides personal financial support, housing care, meals, medications, legal assistance and a variety of other services to theatre community members in need.

I hope that you will consider participating in the AIDS Run & Walk Chicago as a member of Season of Concern’s Team or that you will sponsor one of our Team Members. Last year, SOC had two teams participating - - our own team and a team from Chicago's WICKED & JERSEY BOYS! The two teams combined to blow our $10,000 goal out of the water with over $20,000 raised!

Our goal for this year's team is $25,000 in pledges. It's crucial that we make our goal and we need you to do it!

To join Season of Concern’s Team, simply click here to register and complete the New Participant Registration. Then, click on ‘"Join an Existing Team" and search for "Season of Concern" under Team Name. After that, simply follow the prompts to set your personal fundraising goal, register as a walker or runner, pay your registration fee ($20 - - and all $20 goes directly to Season of Concern!) and begin your fundraising!

With your help, I know that Season of Concern can accomplish our fundraising goal of $25,000 in pledges. Thank you so much for your support and your generosity!

"Take a Look Overhead"

The always brilliant Prospero at Caliban's Revenge sent this to me this morning...

...Thank you, Sir. You know me so well...

...and you know, this kiosk may be a "FAIL," but it's actually a "WIN" in one distinct way.

If "Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark" ever gets back on track and actually opens on Broadway, we can always see the show and then look back on this image and say...

"Well, it could have been worse."

And who thought that anything could be worse than a Spider-Man musical?

I'm not sure what's more frightening - - the fact that Spidey shoots webbing out of his ass, the look on MaryJane's face or the fins that the webhead wears for NO FRIGGIN' REASON!

Oh... my eyes... MY EYES!!!...

"What a Crazy Pair! But They're Cousins, Identical Cousins..."

My friend Kirk who puts together the weekly gay and lesbian mag Nightspots sent me this little treasure, knowing that I would be one of a very select group of people who would love it.

It's second only to Kirk's series of photographs in Nightspots entitled, "Crotch or Bea Arthur?"

Those were GENIUS!

Thanks for sending this to me, Kirk. I love it!


P.S. Since we're indirectly discussing Ms. Stritch, congratulations to Karen for landing the role of Joann in "Company." I can't wait to hear you knock 'em dead singing "The Ladies Who Lunch"!

"Treat Me Like a Fool, Treat Me Mean & Cruel, But Love Me"

Today is the day that Elvis Presley died.

I'm a big fan of Elvis. I wasn't really a huge fan until I had to play him on stage.

And play him well, I might add. I do believe the review in the Chicago Tribune said that, "Rader impersonates Elvis to the cell." Take that, Tony voters.

If, like most of the people in the world, you only think of Elvis as an over-weight man doing karate moves in a bedazzled, polyester jumpsuit minutes after eating a peanut butter and banana sandwich, watch the video below.

It's the second part of a tremendous documentary entitled, "Elvis '56." It follows Elvis' career during that year, the year he first received national media attention. And changed everything.

Just watch the video. The night of Elvis' second television appearance, Perry Como sang "Hot Diggity" on NBC. CBS had Elvis singing "Baby, Let's Play House." Night and day.

Presley was (and is) a revolution. Not to mention, hot. Very, very hot.

"(He) Was Afraid to Come Out of the Locker..."

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Fratboy Friday

BOYS IN CAPS

Number 27 on your score card,
Number one in my heart.

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SAGGERS

Tickets to WHICH gun show?!?

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MOONERS

In my day, all we could do was sit in a stall and tap a foot.

We've come a long way, baby.

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DAMN, I WAS DRUNK LAST NIGHT

So many hoses, so little time...

"Hey There! There Goes the Spider-Man"

All day yesterday, I was fighting off some sort of summer cold.

And by "Fighting," I mean, "Sleeping nearly all day after knocking back Tylenol Cold Nighttime capsules like Neely O'Hara on a doll binge." And by "summer," I mean those brief moments this past weekend when Chicago's temperature rose above 90 degrees for the first time this year.

Just two days of real heat. That's it. That's summer in the Windy City.

Can't we save just a little Global Warming for Chicago? Just a little? I'll pay for it.

I'm much better today than I was yesterday. And the state of the modern American musical theatre is also MUCH better today. Much better than it's been in months.

As you may or may not know, as far as his upcoming musical,
Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark is concerned...

Last week, the crew was put on haitus and this week, the actors were released from their contracts. Or as Mark Reidel so kindly entitled his report in the New York Post,
"'Spider-Man' A No-Show"

Now, I would never be so crass as to point out that I told you so. I don't need to do that.
You can easily see that I told you by going here and here.

Why would anyone in their right mind work on a musical theatre version of ANY comic book character after the "I Can't Believe They Didn't Kill It In Previews" Superman musical,
"It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's Superman!"?!?

Did Spidey really think he could beat the Big Blue Boy Scout? Come on...

Supes is the granddaddy of all superheroes, he started it all. He's also the sweetest, most "Take Him Home to Mama," apple pie, white bread, good guy ever created. And yet, he still frightened us to the core of our very soul when he started crooning a Broadway tune...

Luckily, Spidey's musical didn't make it that far. Or I should say, hopefully won't make it that far. Apparently, the $45 million budget was a little hard to raise in our current economy. I know. Shock.

I guess one of the producers finally went into the Hilton Theatre (which has already been gutted for the show, by the way), counted the seats, figured out that they would have to fill all 1,700 seats every night for five years to make back their investment and decided that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

Mark Reidel is calling it the "biggest fiasco in Broadway history."
Almost as big a fiasco as "Carrie: the Musical." And the Spider-Mobile.

Well, at least we were spared listening to that score
composed by Bono and the Edge.

It's all so similar to the cover of "The Amazing Spider-Man" #96.
Imagine the woman lying unconscious in the street is Julie Taymor.
And Spider-Man? Well...

Now that his brief stint upon the wicked stage is over,
he's heading to his new job...

Hey, Peter. If you're looking for a night job to help support you
and that aunt who just won't die, I have a suggestion...

"The Bigger They Are, the Worse They Smell"

I have no idea what to say about this.

Other than the fact that somewhere in America, a group of people sat around a table and came up with the idea for how to market this product. They thought up this commercial.

Then, one or two of them wrote all the copy. Then, other people spent days planning the video shoot. And holding auditions for actors. They hired the spokesperson. Over the course of a few days, they shot this commercial. And edited it.

Then, they all sat in a room, watched the final version of this commercial and said, "Wow, that's good. That's EXACTLY how we want to present this product to the country."

Brace yourself. Here comes Aspray.

"Help is on the Way"

Alexandra Billings the Kate in "Katie's Corner." She's also, I'm proud to say, my friend. And she's my board member.

Well, she's not "my" board member. She's a board member for Season of Concern.

These are extremely difficult times for everyone, and my little not-for-profit is coming closer and closer to an impasse. Actually, it's already at an impasse. What it's coming closer and closer to is "the red."

I called Alex a week or so ago and we talked about the difficulty of seeing donation dollars decrease so rapidly, while simultaneously watching our client load grow. Like so many organizations helping those in need, we're not sinking, but we are treading water.

So, Alex and our other friend (and SOC board member) Eric McCool came up with this piece. From what I've heard, it's the first in a series, a fundraising campaign for SOC.

What do you think? (Click it to enlarge. Don't you wish that was true for other things?)


P.S. If you want to make a donation to Season of Concern, click here.

"I'd Hang You From the Nipples, But You'd Shock the Children"

Everything you will ever need to know, you can learn from "Katie's Corner."

And if you pay close attention, there are lessons within Kate's lessons. There are even lessons within Kate's interviews. Just watch her latest video.

In it, the monstrously talented Alexandra Billings channels Katharine Hepburn in another hilarious edition of "Katie's Corner," and as she interviews everybody's favorite Gumm Sister, Alex's impersonation of Kate starts doing an impersonation of Harvey Korman! It's outstanding! And informative.

I had no idea that Katharine Hepburn did a mean Harvey Korman impersonation. Sure, I knew that Katharine Hepburn DID Harvey Korman... in a mean, hard way for YEARS during the late 70's (Kate was the top), but I never knew she could impersonate Harvey so well.

The things you learn...

Alex, you are, as always, brilliant. And Judy? Anyone that can make Alex laugh that hard is, to use your words, "Marvelous!" Enjoy, folks.

"You Are the Butter to My Bread and the Breath to My Life"

Karen and I saw a movie last night.

No, not "G.I. Joe." I am avoiding that travesty at all costs. Even though it stars Channing Tatum.

Yep, that's how bad I think "G.I. Joe" is going to be. Even Channing Tatum can't get me into the theatre. WTF?!?

We saw "Julie & Juila" and we LOVED it.

Is it a chick flick? Yes. Is it a Nora Ephron chick flick? Sure is. Did this fag eat up every second of it? You bet your ass, I did.

Amy Adams can do no wrong. And Meryl is Meryl is Meryl - - a genius, THE actor of our or ANY generation, and one of the funniest people on the planet.

And from now on, if Meryl has a husband or a male best friend in a movie, can he ALWAYS be played by Stanley Tucci? ALWAYS!!! That man is sexy and brilliant and the perfect foil for Meryl.

Not to leave out the oh-so-hunky Chris Messina. So easy on the eyes. And yet, manages to make other areas... so stiff...

Sorry, I'm back. Go see "Julie & Julia."

Then you can compare Meryl's Julia...




...and Dan Aykroyd's Julia...





...with the real thing...




Bon appétit!

"You Can Have It Your Way, But Don't Get Crazy"

This past Wednesday, I met the uber-talented and always fabulous Melissa Young in Richard J. Daley Plaza for the 7th annual "With Liberty and Justice for All" rally saluting Chicago's GLBT veterans.

There were several amazing speakers. One man who served in World War II, one man who served in the Korean War, several who served and were discharged under "Don't Ask, Don't Tell."

Melissa invited me to the rally. The straight, married girl inviting the single, gay boy to the GLBT rally. If all of us - - gay or straight - - were as passionate, caring, outspoken and active as Melissa is about GLBT issues, I can only imagine the tremendous progress we would make. She's truly one of a kind.

So, where do gay cabaret boys and straight cabaret girls dine after attending a GLBT rally? That's right, McDonald's. Or as Melissa pronounces it, "The MACdonald's."

It was my suggestion...

Yes, I know it's redneck of me, but their new Angus burgers are SO good. As my Daddy says, "They'll make your tongue slap your brains out!"

...but I was probably influenced by Melissa describing this video to me earlier in the week. It's a CNN report from Memphis a couple of years ago. The YouTube clip is titled, "When Transvestites Attack," but I prefer this comment left a few hours ago on the video's YouTube page...

"Queens 1, McDonald's 0"

Fratboy Friday

The pictures in today's Fratboy Friday spoke to me.

In other people's words...

P.S. I didn't realize it, but last week was the 100th edition of Fratboy Friday. This is Fratboy Friday 101. Which sounds like a class. And should be.

BOYS IN CAPS

"Mind if I smoke?"

"No, mind if I fart?"
- Steve Martin

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SAGGERS

"The perfect lover is one
who turns into a pizza at 4:00 a.m."
- Charles Pierce





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MOONERS

"If all the girls who attended the Yale prom were laid end to end,
I wouldn't be a bit surprised."
- Dorothy Parker




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DAMN, I WAS DRUNK LAST NIGHT

"You've heard of Women's Wear Daily?
This is what men wear nightly."
- Charles Pierce

"What the Hell Is That Smell?"

The latest John Roberts video.

"What's that smell?"

I just adore this man. Bizarre and brilliant.

If I start making YouTube videos, will I get to work with Debbie Harry too?

Or at least Debbie Gibson?

Charles Gibson?

Something...

"You're the Cutest Thing I Ever Did See"

Look who Chicago's hot new blog has officially recognized as "cute!"

No, not me. Damn it.

Bryan, Philip's adorable boyfriend.

The gals from Cute Chicago Boys spotted Bryan while he was handing out "I'M A HOMOSEXUAL YOU KNOW" t-shirts this past weekend.

And they are so right. Bryan is cute. Very, very cute. And sweet and kind and funny and charming.

Can you imagine the children he and Philip would have if the were biologically able? The cuteness would hurt your eyes.

"I'll Grab Some Junk That I Don't Know and Plant One Right On Him"

Philip sent me an email late last night with a link to this video saying...

Well, I don't want to be indiscreet (too late), but I'll just say that Philip and I both want this boy in the same position.

A position that I believe would be best achieved by him lying on his back in my bed as I tie his hands to my headboard and then tie his feet to his hands. Right foot to right hand, left foot to left hand.

Something like this. Or this. (By the by, those links are SO NSFW)


Apparently, this version of "I Kissed a Girl / Boy / Whatever" is by Cobra Starship. Did we learn nothing from the fiasco that was Jefferson Starship? Really?

But this video was produced by latymermedia and directed by four boys, Max, Mike, Liam and Matt. They actually shot two versions of the video, the first one directed by Max and Mike and the second one directed by Liam and Matt.

That's Liam in the video. He's the star. His seldom seen co-star is Matt.

And P.S. All four of them were 17 when this was filmed in October of 2008. In the UK.

What's the age of consent in the UK?

I'm going to jail, aren't I?

"Strong Enough to Hold This Man Suspended in Mid-Air!"

We live in a seriously fucked up country.

The former President started a war by lying to the country, and currently, he's telling pussy jokes to the good ol' boys at his country club. But if some random dude is caught walking down the street with a dime bag in his pocket, he goes to jail for 5 to 10 years. That is, to put it mildly, fucked up.

As is this story about a man, his wife and the other women he was sleeping with.

Apparently, the wife found out he was cheating on her, contacted the other three women and one of them arranged to meet the no good, cheating, son of a bitch husband at a motel.

She told him she would give him an erotic massage. After she tied him up. And blindfolded him.

And she did tie him up. And she did blindfold him. But she didn't give him the massage. She sent a text message to his wife and the two other mistresses and had them enter the room.

Then, it was the "Who do you love?" game. Complete with punching him the face and threatening him with mace.

The fact that they set all this up (and that they punched him in the face) makes them heroes in my book. But what they did next has turned me into a devout follower of all four of these women.

They Krazy Glued. His penis. To his stomach.

Soon after that, he started screaming, so they took his keys and his car and his cell phone and left. They didn't want things to get brutal. That's why I love these women.

But hubby managed to free himself, called the police and pressed charges. The slime ball. So now, these four heroines are facing serious prison time for doing something that they SHOULD have done in the first place. It's ridiculous.

If you and the women your husband has been sleeping with tie up the son of a bitch, humiliate him and Krazy Glue his penis to his stomach, then the city SHOULD NOT throw you in jail.

The city should throw you a fucking parade.

To these four women, I tip my hat, raise my cocktail glass and proudly say, "'Atta girl."

And next time, remember to bring a ball gag.

"Have I Said Too Much?"

I'll just say it. I don't like Madonna.

Not the Mother of our Lord. The other one. The one who is only "like" a virgin.

When I tell another gay men that I don't love or listen to Madonna, they usually get this look in their eyes.

It's the look that I gave to some boy I was dating when he didn't know who Joel Grey was.

The same look that I imagine a lesbian would get over and over if she walked out of an Indigo Girls concert.

Shame. Pity. Disgust.

Which is funny, since those are the same feelings I have for Madonna every time I have to suffer through her singing, "Don't Cry for Me Argentina."

When I'm at Sidetrack and that song starts with the breathy and almost-in-pitch Madge singing, "It won't be easy. You'll think it's strange," I always think to myself, "That's the understatement of the decade."

So I was thrilled this past Friday when Bill Maher introduced this "New Rule" for Madonna on "Real Time"...

"Stop working out if your arms start looking like
Clint Eastwood's penis."

That said, if Madonna's arms are also the same size as Clint Eastwood's penis, I would not be able to have sex with him.

I mean, the length is nice, but I need something a whole lot wider.

"Whole"... Funny...

"Where the Boys Are..."

Today was the first day of Halsted Street Market Days, a huge gay block party that takes place half a block from my apartment.

Today at Market Days, as always, there were the usual gay street fair offerings...

Boys with their shirts off, boys eating corn dogs (a fun test of their ability to do... other things...), boys in cages, boys with big hoses, half naked boys playing Twister and boys from Schaumburg drinking way too many cocktails, some of which they carry around in a mug made out of fruit!

A fruit suckin' up hooch from the inside of a fruit. Sure, it sounds like felching, but trust me, the taste is VERY different.

Or so I've heard.

But there was one thing different about this year's Market Days - - I walked through the crowd holding hands with a lovely, sweet man.

Yes, I've had a few dates with a new man. And that sound you just made - - that guttural, Scooby Doo "Huh?" or "WTF?!?" noise - - is exactly the sound I heard as friends saw me on the street. Holding hands. With a boy!!!

Some had heard about him, of course, but most were pleasantly surprised. We're not boyfriends, mind you, we're simply dating.

"Dating." Have you heard about this? What a concept!!! Getting to know someone BEFORE you sleep with them. Fascinating...

Its been very nice to go on dates with a handsome, Southern man who has a deep love of family, a glowing smile and the "Rorschach's Face is the Case" special collectors dvd of "Watchmen."

Not that he's a fanboy. He isn't. Yet.

He does love Wonder Woman though, but then, don't all gay men of a certain age?

Dear God. Look what I just wrote. "...of a certain age"? Why did I write that?

Apparently, I'm approaching the age that dare not speak it's name. I'm becoming "a certain age."

And you know what? The lovely man that I held hands with today tells me that I'm cute. Over and over.

I'm of a certain age and I'm cute.

I think I deserve a medal for that.