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My New Orleans.

If you grew up in the Deepest of the south, southern Alabama and Mississippi and the panhandle of Florida, and you're queer, there's a good chance NOLA was/is/will be your coming out platform.

For me, it was much alcohol, packed backrooms; the shock of seeing a friend carry on a conversation at a bar while getting head from an unknown guy down at knee level. It also meant seeing some guy getting pounded on top of a pool table; another visit: underneath a pool table; another trip: stumbling into an upstairs backroom in some decaying 18c. structure on Esplanade and feeling a rush I've not since experienced. Once, I brought back 4 guys (separately) to my hotel room in one night. For me, that was good.

Nevertheless, this was all white man's turf. Feed me, i need another one of these, can you please remake the bed thankyousomuch.

Unrequited.

I am not a bear. I wish I was so could stay in the front part of the bar. As is, i hang mid-bar. I curse my Austrian heritage. What have we accomplished? Anschluss, inviting in Hitler with open arms, even to the point of scrubbing the sidewalks for him? Lederhosen, which makes any guy look like an escaped, drunken puppet? And we decided to keep Waldheim around forever. He was a Nazi

We Austrians-at least I- are just not ursine. I feel like a bear trapped in a small man's body. I've always felt this way. Since I was like 2, but I never had a name for it. I was ashamed of it. I was afraid other guys would shun me. Some did. I would go home, cry myself to sleep, with a poster of Richard above the bed. I imagined he would look down on me as I slept and protect me.

Now, with all the press, i'm taking a deep breath, flinging open a second door and saying "I'm here, I'm queer, and I'm a bear lover!" it's coming out day, part 2!

Is there a name for this? Trans-something? Jeff needs a name for this, and Logo's #.

ummmmmm........woof?

Seconded!

Andrew Sullivan has a piece today fingering (pun) circuit queens for the disappearance of body hair amongst gay and now straight or who-knows men. I have another culprit: five years of embryonic-smooth boys on QAF. Affected everything (bears were a little off the radar screen then). Showtime, no more. OK?

And please, please, please no more Prada adverts. The models look those 3 wet unfortunates in Minority Report. If anyone should be trotted out to sell anything to any of us it should be Mr. Tom Ford, sans that 3/4 buttoned shirt and jacket.

Finally, nothing beats Sean Connery c. From Russia With Love.

                                       

Merkur MK337C, Classic Chrome-Plated.  Looks tiny here, sorry, but when I was a kid my father's was heavy, precise, and seemed to belong out in his storage room with my great-grandfather's tools-of-trade (bricklayer). Now, I can't find Dad's Merkur. Well i do have his talc and I found an outlet so i can buy it for me.  

                                                                      

                                    

mongrel, beagle, cocker spaniel.

Overheard At Giant: Man to little boy "Put that bread back. I told you we got a whole new loaf yesterday. Nationwide is on your side."