I’m easing back into blogging after a little break. I’ll be back on “Lost in the 21st Century” soon.
In the meantime, I do have a new post up on my other blog, “My Southern Gothic Life:”
I’m fascinated by the Taj-MaTitty and I don’t quite know why…
The Taj-MaTitty is what I call one of our local “adult establishments” that I drive by every time I go to Costco. It’s a big pink and white building on one of the busiest streets in town and looks like one would assume a titty bar would look if it had been designed by Saddam Hussein. I’m sure they don’t have French Provincial furniture inside, but then, I may be wrong. I’ve never been inside and probably never will….
More: Chapter 76: The Taj-MaTitty | My Southern Gothic Life.
I’m being a little lazy on this blog, but much more prolific than usual on my other blog…
There is a new post upon MySoutherGothicLife.com. Here is an excerpt and a link to the full post:
Everyone one should have one John Ashley in their life. But only one…
One is a voyage of youthful self-discovery, more than one is a sign of self-destruction and co-dependency setting you up for an intervention…..
I truly hope everyone has one Bad Boy in their past…Someone who was a youthful fascination they had the good sense to not marry….
If you are young, my best advice is to read this and learn. If you are with a John Ashley, enjoy the moment, but keep your sense of perspective. Boys like this aren’t for the long haul of life…
Boys like John Ashley are of a time and a place in your life. Remember that. It will save you a lot of emotional pain and money for divorce attorneys.
That said, let’s talk about John Ashley.
via Chapter 66: Mad About the Boy | My Southern Gothic Life.
There is a new post up on my other blog….
Here are the intro paragraphs and a link to the full post:
Let me set the stage for the next few entries….
My college was Washington and Lee University in Lexington, Virginia. At the time I attended school there it was an all-male college.
And for those of you with dirty minds, let me get this out of the way right now. I never had sex with any of my fellow students- or professors- during the entire time I was an undergraduate.
I realize, only I could be a Gay man at an all male school and manage not to have sex. I’m special that way. I’ve always been really good at missing opportunities for sex.
And homosexuality was still “the love that dare not speak its name” back in those days.
I’ve since found out there were quite a few of us around-concurrent with, before and after me– and most were more adventurous than I. I’ve also discovered it seems about 90% of the Gay Alumni seem to have been members of my old fraternity- at various times. We’ve compared notes….
In any event….
How did I end up at Washington and Lee University? I’ve asked myself that a hundred times and tried to remember…
More: Chapter 60: Look Away, Dixieland | My Southern Gothic Life.