Dazzler of the Day: Michelle Visage

Faithful friend and partner-in-fabulousness to RuPaul, Michelle Visage is a dazzling star in her own right, thrilling with her cutting quips and dagger-like assessments and advice on ‘RuPaul’s Drag Race’. She originally burst on the pop-star scene as a member of Seduction, which garnered several hits as the 80’s turned into the 90’s – proof that Visage has earned her place at the judge’s table because she’s already gone through it. She is crowned Dazzler of the Day for the guts and determination it takes to last this long in the business they call show. 

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

Dropping things seems to be my affliction during this period of Mercury in retrograde motion: glasses, cups, screws, even a jar of olives (and all their juice, which ended up running into Andy’s paperwork for his new car – oh dear). Hell, I’d probably drop my dick right now if it wasn’t attached. 

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Felled, Frail & Fighting for the Future

This little crocus, the only surviving crocus from a planting of about 200 corms several years ago (yes, only this one survived the rodents running rampant in the backyard) always seems to be taken out before its time. A couple of years ago it was a chipmunk – I came upon it munching on the torn flowerhead like some fancy dinner – and this year it was a snowstorm that leveled its pretty blooms, tamping them down for the rest of its finite life. The leaves, however, remain standing tall, well, short in this case – the point is that they’re standing, and drawing sunlight and nutrients, pouring energy and growth into next year’s buds. Life will begin again, with the proper preparation. The garden is the greatest teacher of those lessons, and every year around this time I learn things all over again

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

The day I have been dreading and fearing has at long last arrived: it is time to clean and organize my cologne cabinet. Send food and oxygen.

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A Mexican Salad Recipe

Full-disclosure: I’m posting this for my own reference. In the same way that I look up this tres leches cake or this holiday mocktail, or this Ghapama recipe, I will simply google my name and whatever the recipe I’m looking for, instead of searching through a pile of wrinkled, stained printed-out recipes that have been through the wear-and-tear of a kitchen season. This Mexican salad I made up the other day was such a winner that I’m doing my best to remember exactly what I put in it and how it was assembled. What follows is my best guess (and it’s all a guess since I can’t remember what happened two minutes ago, much less two days). 

Mexican Salad

1 heart of romaine lettuce, finely chopped

3 small tomatoes, chopped

1 ripe avocado, chopped

1 small can whole kernel corn, drained and rinsed  (or about 1 cup, fresh)

1 can black beans (drained and rinsed)

1 green pepper, chopped

Dressing:

1/4 cup olive oil

2 Tbsp white balsamic vinegar

1 Tbsp lime juice

1 big bunch fresh cilantro

1 garlic clove, chopped

Salt and pepper

Process:

Mix all ingredients in large bowl. Blend dressing ingredients with immersion blender and pour over salad. Toss and mix well.

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A Wonky & Wayward Moment

The past week has felt wonky and weird, and every time I’ve gone out anywhere the roads have been filled with madness and drivers making very questionable decisions. I’ve felt it in stores and restaurants too, almost to the point where I’ve looked around to see if Candid Camera was still operating from some 80’s time capsule. It felt that extreme, and I couldn’t understand why since we’ve already had a full moon.

Then someone posted that Mercury is again in retrograde, and will be until April 25. 

Well fuckety-fuck we are oh-so-fucked.

Knowing that, however, alleviates some of the anxiety that a world suddenly gaslighting me had put into my head. It’s not that the whole world has conspired against me – it’s just Mercury in retrograde! This isn’t your fault, this isn’t my fault – this is Mercury’s fault! And now that we know, we can embrace these little attacks and brush them off with customary nonchalance. 

Enjoy the roller coaster ride until April 25 my friends! 

Here, have a bouquet of peony tulips to ease the trauma.

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

“He was like the cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.” ~ George Eliot

This is not about me.

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A Downtrodden April Recap

Without any full-frontal April Fool’s shenanigans, this weekly recap finds us looking back at a week that still felt very much like winter, with a snowstorm that felled some of the most stalwart of souls, as evidenced quite plainly in the below photo of a downtrodden daffodil. Best to put all of that to rest and look ahead to brighter days…

It all began with a cake-pop, which gave more hope than the week ever delivered.

The Worm Moon reared its full-blown head, though no earthworms were to be found.

Precious cargo indeed.

‘Boy Culture’, helmed by the magnificent Matthew Rettenmund, is still my go-to-site for gay culture. 

Sometimes the best option for the day is one that cannot be accessed. That’s when you have to make smaller choices.

Snow in spring is complete and utter bullshit.

Cry more, kids.

A musical post for the dark spring nights, not the bright spring mornings.

Our family Easter parade.

As I’m finalizing reservations for our wedding anniversary weekend in Boston, a choice of two gift ideas.

Dazzlers of the Day included Jeremy JordanEva NoblezadaAli Louis Bourzgui, and Jeremy Gloff.

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A Reach & A Possibility for an Anniversary Gift

Our wedding anniversary trip to Boston takes place a few days earlier than usual this year, thanks to the way the calendar falls, and in anticipation for that here’s a very short wish-list, starting with an exquisite Movado watch in purple and lavender. At $395, it’s one of the less-expensive offerings from that esteemed watch house, but that’s still way too much for an anniversary gift (this is our 14th, so we’ll go bigger next year) and our funding is less than ideal with home improvements and car upgrades. 

Instead, I’m really hoping for a more reasonable bottle of cologne that just went on a super-sale here. It’s the 1.7 oz. selection of ‘Carnal Flower’ – a polarizing scent that I first smelled on an elegant woman at the Quill bar in Washington, DC on a trip with Suzie. She sat down beside us and I was so entranced by the way it worked on her that I got over any shyness and asked her what perfume she was wearing. She told us in a shy voice, perhaps not entirely comfortable with the ‘Carnal’ reference – which is precisely at odds with the attitude you need to pull this off. After 48 years on earth, I’ve learned and earned that attitude.

This bottle of ‘Carnal Flower’ is what I’m hoping Andy will order early (while it’s on sale) and bring to Boston so it can form a new olfactory memory from an anniversary escape I’m currently planning…

PS – I wouldn’t say no to this gloriously-garish cocktail ring either, in size 10… 

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Dazzler of the Day: Jeremy Gloff

Fellow Madonna fans hold a special place in my heart, and when they are dazzling in their own right, that makes them all the more captivating. Case in point is our Dazzler of the Day, Jeremy Gloff, whose take on the Madonna Celebration Tour encapsulates what so many of her lifelong fans felt when seeing the show. This alone would merit a crowning as Dazzler – Gloff also has the multi-talented Renaissance-man act down pat, having paved his way as a singer, songwriter, performance artist and advice columnist. A long list of albums (from 1993’s True Stories’ to 2016’s ‘Those Who Survived’) testify to his legacy, including his electro-homage to the 80’s ~ ‘1987’. Most heartwarming is his recent look-back over his love affair with Madonna – a love-affair that Madonna fans should find resonant and affirming. Check it out below, then say hello to him on Instagram or FaceBook or YouTube.

It’s taken me two days to process and recover from the Madonna concert.
I have a heart that’s prone to melancholy and nostalgia and I found myself sad the morning of the show because it was so close to happening then being over. I felt like it might be one of the best nights of my life…and it was. The evening approached with equal anticipation and dread. To be in my Gloft in Tampa at a Madonna concert with so many of my best friends and loved ones is my happiest of happy places… (I rent out a private loft for concerts that fits 50 loved ones and it’s been dubbed “The Gloft”.)
During the beginning of the concert there was someone dressed on stage as Madonna’s younger self…Madonna said how much she wanted to give her younger self a hug and how that version of her kept her going all these years. And as Madonna played – so so many versions of my younger self unexpectedly reemerged that are all trapped in her songs. I found myself in a state of euphoria but also having to process and deal with these unexpected boxes and vaults being opened song after song. I found myself bursting with joy while at the same time unearthing some scars I’d long buried…
I bought a shitty $15 crown off Amazon and wore it to the show – but to me it felt like a million dollars. In the last few years I’ve found myself getting quieter, more submissive, more “professional”, more happy in solitude. That crappy junk crown unlocked a version of Jeremy I hadn’t felt or known for a very long time. But to truly hold onto him is like hugging the air. As the last song ended I sadly felt him leaving too…
To have Moira Messana stop by the loft and say hi and to graciously meet my friends – hers is a face I saw on a movie theatre screen in a small town over and over in 1991. I knew every word to her scene. When I left that movie theatre I was in a town full of violence and homophobia. It wasn’t a safe world for me at 16 years of age. Moira’s vulnerability and sincerity in ‘Truth Or Dare‘ made her a massive icon to everyone who shared that moment with me. Her lines in the movie became part of our everyday lives and with love.
Decades later she became a friend. I love Moira and her family – she’s such a remarkable, strong woman. Since we became friends we never really talk about Madonna when we hang out. But two nights ago Moira completely became THAT Moira and it was glorious and an explosion of unparalleled joy. My friends were shocked by the surprise. How does the best night ever keep leveling up???? Like Moira said in 1991…”I just wanna see Madonna!”
I haven’t felt as in sync with Madonna in the last few years. I didn’t relate as much to what she was doing for the first time in 40 years. In some ways I was lost without her…but then in other ways I found a new different way without her. To have the Madonna I love so much back and serving as an icon during this show was both exhilarating and unexpectedly confusing.
Because I still want to be Jeremy in 3rd grade 1984 hearing the word “virgin” for the first time, or the Jeremy in high school wearing a gold tooth like Madonna did in “Erotica“, or club kid Jeremy going to raves in the early 90s in Buffalo with pigtails and an Easter basket full of cereal to pass out to other ravers, or 2008 Jeremy releasing an electro album called ‘1987’ and thinking this would be the album to break through, or 2014 Jeremy sitting on the patio of Cappy’s with Lou hearing the leaked demos of “Rebel Heart” and feeling young for maybe the last time. They all disintegrate but they all remain.
Stupid me and my shadows – because although I was surrounded by so much love in my loft my heart was clouded by the friends sitting one section over who don’t talk to me anymore – and once upon a time they were my Madonna friends. I always extend olive branches but generally people don’t grab them and it adds a dark blue directly below my bright yellow. I hate losing friends. I sure wish the universe would extend me second chances but maybe the universe is protecting me too. They were keeping space in my mind the entire time – I wished they were there alongside me and not in the past tense. Nothing really matters – love is all we need.
So it was one of the best nights of my life and two of the saddest days after. I want to be in that moment forever – where I’m wearing a crown feeling free – surrounded by loved ones – and Madonna is reigning supreme again.
During these last few years me and a panel of people discussed each of her albums track by track on my podcast Phonogenics 101. And some of those people were in my Gloft – they flew into Tampa and I got to meet them for the first time in person and share this moment together. Things don’t get any more soul deep than this.
So here we are in April 2024. I love Madonna being front and center again with a tour that appeals to a wider audience. But with that comes all the more general fans complaining about the late start and the lack of A/C. Honey, we’ve been dealing with that for years and years with pleasure. Come join the party…it’s a celebration.
I hope Madonna knows how much she is loved. And I hope my friends know how much I love them. I had it all again for one night – two nights ago. But take a bow…the night is over.
Thank you Madonna for 40 years of safety and love.
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Our Easter Parade, A Week Late

Easter came early this year, and so our delayed posting schedule here means it’s going up here now. We spent our first Easter without Dad, in the last home in which he lived, and it was a good one. Mom put together a delicious meal, and Dad was present in his favorite lemon meringue pie – ideal for Easter. I made an extremely unpopular ambrosia (which I have come around to enjoying in spite of everyone else) and Andy brought an apple crumble, as favored by Noah. 

After our meal, we invited the twins for an impromptu sleepover during their spring vacation. At 14 years old, their interest in their old uncles wanes, but we still manage to have a good time. They are scheduled to join me for my office’s ‘Take Your Children to Work Day’ – their first time, and mine, to participate in such an event. They’re turning into young adults, and they make us proud every day.

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Cool Spring Night, Warm Glow Lamp

Apologies for the posting time of this one – it should only be read in the deep depths of night, when the house has gone quiet, when the family has gone to bed, and you sit alone, unable to sleep – maybe because it’s Saturday, maybe because there is something lodged in your mind, or maybe because you are simply too tired to sleep. That happens sometimes. You can push through the tired period when sleep would come easily if you just let it, but you don’t, thinking you might miss something, or pushing ahead to get one more thing done before the day ends. And then it’s too late – you’re up, you’re wired, and you cannot sleep no matter how tired you are. Tricky thing, the arrival and all-too-quick departure of your sleep window. These days I try to catch it by inviting it, welcoming it, and making the conditions hospitable to it. Such as with a song like this – a song that should only be heard late at night. Come revisit this post then. 

The steam of china tea
You could hear the woman sing
In the soft flames of spring
Spring has swept the scarlet side streets
Winds caress, undress, invite
Upstairs by a china lamp
They softly talk in the cool spring night

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

I believe in building children up… by breaking them down.

You know why.

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Spring Snows Sucks

This is too much. 

Where was this nonsense in January when we needed/wanted it?

This helps nothing.

All it does is delay outside work, wreak havoc with outdoor bulbs just coming into bloom, and fuck up drives and travel. I am so sick of it, especially after our last ordeal with an ice/snowstorm. 

This is bullshit.

Sometimes it helps just saying that out loud, getting all the ickiness and frustration out in a common curse word.

And sometimes it doesn’t help at all, because it’s still bullshit and just saying it doesn’t change that fact in the least.

Still, we try.

And still, this is fucking bullshit.

Andy was set to start pumping out the winter pool water and setting the stage for an early pool reveal. We have guests coming in a couple of weeks and wanted to start spring with their visit. This may delay the outside glory, and that does indeed suck. Memories of summer pool days go only so far when we are so close.

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

Curling back into the fetal position and staying in bed would have been the best option for the day, but that was not an option for me. 

PS – This weather is bullshit.

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