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To Make Happy Pills: Consumer Report for guys over 40 and loving it.

V I A G R A

It was the first one out of the gate. I was in my doctor's office when the pharm rep came in with the first free pack. "Is that the little blue pill?" I asked. A half hour later I was washing one down with a raspberry smoothie from the food cart in the hospital lobby. When nothing jumped after an hour or so, I popped another. I was going out that night and wanted to be homo erectus.

By the time I hit the door I had my first case of Bluevision. Everyone looked like an audition line for Blur Man Group, but I was so f****d flushed and sweating, and buzzed from an X and a superwoody the bluish tint was just rather amusing.

Performance? Um, well I made the mistake of whispering the woody part to a buddy and because this was a touchy bear bar, things got out of hand as the night went on. We ended up being asked to leave.

Base: It doesn't last very long, even if you're stupid enough to take too much.

 

   

L E V I T R A

I have not tried this one, because, from the adverts, it seems to make one want to move to Napa and share side-by-side hot tubs with your signifigant other, while watching the sun set over vinyards. I have no interest in any of that.

Base: Napa? No.

C I A L I S

I have settled on this because it does last longer  than Viagrrrrra (36 hours),  even tho it takes a bit longer to take effect (if you're planning to jump right into a carnal mosh pit as soon as you hit Rehobeth, drop it at the Annapolis Bridge.)

There is no Blue Haze and minimal flushing. but the grain of the wood is good and straight and true. And it mixes well with Miller Light. But especially: each looks like a tiny Noguchi table (w/o the legs. You do have toothpicks and Elmers, right?) 

Base: ED be gone. Not that I have it....

I am mildly irritated and worried today:

Because our Rules of Engagement are under a little strain. I want to spend the evening with a new aquaintance, his husband and thier bound-up slaveboy. I kinda wanted to get bound up too. DP says "No."

Because very few at our new home seem to realize that "co-op" is short for "co-operative". For instance, the grey bin is the recyclable paper bin. That's why it says "recyclable paper" on it. It's not the recyclable glass bin because the black bin says "recyclable glass" on it. I get to re-sort it, because I have become the de-facto super. 

Because I have Endless Group Therapy today and a fellow member is very, very ill and I am very worried about her and want to help more than I can at the moment.

But it is a beautiful day here in Baltimore!!!!!! And I discovered a new brewery that I really like in an old wharf on the harbor, Yay! Don't fear the reaper!!!!

("The Impossible Dream") x 3 (they sang it three times!)

Because I have time on my hands until i heal up i decided to do some volunteer work. Somehow I ended up supervising our little coop's handyman but I set boundaries arond that real quick. Ladies were asking me to do plumbing things. Sorry!!!!

So I volunteered at a tiny theater doing box office. it's in the basement of a very old hotel so the ceilings are very low..in fact, there is no fly, half-fly or even a grid accessable from above. the front-of-house is rathera  hodge-podge. I have loved working there until this past weekend:

This past weekend it was "Man of La Mancha", an entity I truly, truly despise. And I know why; it's the Song...the Song....the Song....

When I was a little tot my parents must have been watching some variety show, and I, nerdy and dutiful boy child, watched it with them, and the Song came on, and with the words "covered with scars"...hatred formed.

The above shot fom the press kit is entitled " I am no one, I'm nothing! I'm only Aldonzo, the whore!" The bustier, I think looks homemade and painful.

So i had to do box office tabulation while this musical screeched over the lobby loudspeaker. There was so much screeching, in fact, at times it sounded like a duck having an abortion.

Packing, moving, unpacking, packing, moving, unpacking again; caregiving; nursing facility parsing; continuation of drifting apart; a simpler life and quieter meds and some really wonderful books and long silent kisses with a few sweet guys who hadn't shaved since friday morning. That is some of the stuff that happened between last post and this.

And still cleaning up after Katrina.