The final third of the year is when things get cozy and cold, the wondrous juxtaposition of a Northeastern fall and winter. This year Mother Nature was making up for her horrid opening, extending the warmth dizzyingly into the very start of snow season. The plants won’t be grateful to her for this, but the rest of us are simply embracing it.
September 2015 – September traditionally meant the return of school, and shame. Those days are done.
The Delusional Grandeur Tour continued on its merry way, with a suite of Sunset posts that began with a pool, sparing into motion with a splash, and came down a staircase as if to the manner born.
Norma Desmond returned, one final time, for this last tour. Everything’s as if we never said goodbye.
It’s still a sin to kill a mockingbird.
And still, summer lingered. Still time for a Speedo.
Forty and… fabulous. Of course, it helps when you turn forty in the Judy Garland suite, and you get to smell like this, and wear something as ridiculous as this.
Upon reaching the age of forty, you show some (s)ass.
Birthday bedroom memories.
A spectacular Tour Stop in Seattle, WA began with something verdant, something delicious, something pretty, and something sublime. It was a highlight of the Tour thus far, and I got to fulfill a lifelong dream of seeing the orcas. There was some shopping as well, and a stop at Snowqualmie Falls. All in all, it was a grand bit of touring.
Everybody needs an ally now and then.
October 2015 – This was the year I went blue. True blue.
Madonna’s ‘Ghosttown’ – recently chosen by Rolling Stone as the best song of the year.
Let’s spark joy!
Let’s get eclectic. And again.
Being on tour means being in hotels. It’s where I feel at home. And it’s where I get naked more often than not. Whether you like it or not. And absolutely no regrets.
Quite possibly the best meal of the year. Thank you Suzie!
Not quite ready to fall.
Until next year, Ogunquit. For now, the fall. And it burns. Still, it’s better than winter.
November 2015 – With November, along with the earlier nights, comes the promise of the holiday light. The promise of family gatherings. The search for warmth. The reassurance of love.
A bloody moon.
I promised the twins a treasure hunt come the fall, and it arrived with a treasure map and more.
I received my first Troy Gua masterpiece, and it’s a beauty.
November means Something to Remember.
The not-so-dreaded F-word.
The best confessions ever.
The Tour Book continued to be posted online, but at this point a strange evolution occurred – both planned and spontaneous. After years of confusion, the smoke was starting to clear. The line between my real life and my artistic output was at last evident to me. Shh, don’t tell anyone just yet.
My wings are red, and they carry me above all.
I’m not a huge Adele fan, but I definitely dig this song.
I am well on my way to becoming a bear.
My virgin voyage.
The holidays approached, and a cartoonish existential question is resolved.
December 2015 – The shortest days of the year, and the time when holiday spirits burn brightly to counteract all the darkness. Also a time for getting together with family, no matter how difficult that may be.
I started off with the holiday spirit high and strong, decorating the Boston condo for the first time in well over a decade.
One reason why I get naked here (and the photos to prove it).
This was Outrageous!
The most controversial section of the Tour Book was posted with ‘Animal Demons’ Part I, but it was nothing compared with Part II. Not to mention the sex-pig posturing of Part III.
The ‘Animal Demons’ section of The Delusional Grandeur Tour Book was only three-fifths of the way done. Part IV found my protagonist wielding an axe, and exorcizing long-held bunny demons in extremely disturbing fashion in Part V. Even the aftermath was too hot for Instagram, FaceBook and Twitter.
Returning to seasonal fare, Kira and I embarked on a three-part Holiday Stroll in Boston. Part I, Part II, and Part III. There was also a new tradition: the Holiday Children’s Hour.
Merry Freaking Christmas, everyone.
The last Madonna Timeline of the year.
