So last night, I went to Austin to the Gay Leather Social.  A good time was had by all, and I got to spend the evening with many of my friends. 

As a rule, the leather crowd is a lot of fun.  I find them to be nice, friendly and usually pretty smart people.  There's a lot of overlap between the Bear and leather communities, and I'll admit to owning lots of leather myself.  It's fun.

So what did a bunch of big, butch, burly leathermen talk about last night?  Chicago.

I swear I did not bring it up (much), even though I had listened to the sound track all the way to the bar, and I was very aware that they both, they both, they both reached for the gun, for the gun.

See, I tend to obsess over musicals.  I always have, every since I saw The Sound Of Music when I was a little boy.  When a new musical hits big, I'll buy the sound track, see the movie repeatedly, and offer to take everyone I know to go see it.  I saw it with Mark a few weeks ago, and of course hauled my parents there as soon as I could.  I will gladly see it again with anyone who wants to, and I promise not to sing (audibly) or dance (visibly) and All That Jazz.  There's not a person I've communicated with this week that I haven't recommended the movie to.  Most of the gay men I know have already seen it.

So of course we talked about it, and all agree that it warrants seeing.  We were all Razzle Dazzled.  So there you go... forget about those fancy-smancy movie critics, eight gay men wearing a lot of leather in a gay bar recommend it.  There's no better endorsement than that, my friends. 

I had someone ask me what what up with my new cell phone.  Good question.  I never got the one that I ordered.  So, after a call to T-Mobile, they send me "another" phone (they never send the first one, of course) and I received a phone via UPS today.  It was, of course, the wrong model, not what I ordered at all.  So I called and immediately asked for the supervisor.  Supervisor Sandra (operator number 58429) came on, and halfway through my story, abruptly put me on hold. 

After 30 minutes or so, I decided she had no intention of coming back on the line.  Anita Baker, however, With All Her Heart She Loves Me Baby.  Oleta Adams wants me to Get Here.  I began to think that all soulful black women were conspiring against me and my ability to be satisfied by my cell phone company.  I hung up before being subjected to Sade.

When I called back, I got what I had been seeking.  A gay man.  Gay men usually give me what I want, because I sound very sexy on the phone.  Or something.  Anyway, he gave me my first apology I've heard from them since all this started, six months ago.  He credited my account in many ways, and if Jason (#0458085) comes through (and I think he will) I will have my phone tomorrow and that will make me happy.

I can't find your email address on your site! What is that all about? Don't have your number! Am in DFW! Must write like B. Jones!

I'll be back tomorrow and am 80% on the thing you said on my VM. I'll call you manana. Keep me penciled.

lol, i love gay men. they are the best friends alot of girls could ever have. Gay guys wont get jealous of a girl, except maybe cause of their hot ass boyfriend, and they wont hit on you! its great! except, im ditzy and i dont think gay guys like people who are like me, lol. but yeah, i love gay men. Their Grrrrreat!

-Lea

Happy Valentine's Day, Tim!

And remember girls, He Had It Comin'! If you'da been there, you'dve done the same....

xoxoxoxo,
Beth

im not gay!

i love sex am gay