Decadence

Thanks for all the great feedback on yesterday's entry. Every bit of it was helpful, but yeah, what it basically boils down to is "If they don't like it, fuck 'em." Which is pretty much the way I've always tried to live. Someone recently said to me that my new philosophy of life seems to be "U MAD, BRO?" This was not intended as a compliment, but the more I think about it, the more I think I could do a lot worse.

I don't know how much I'll be around for the next few days, as I'm not just heading into my first Southern Decadence as an out gay man, but plunging into it with abandon. Sigh. As recently as a month ago, I thought I had purged myself of all physical vanity. Now I own a pair of leather shorts. LEATHER SHORTS, Y'ALL. And I spent hours yesterday agonizing about whether I should get the Calvin Klein cologne or the Gaultier. As Chris said, "If Freddie Mercury listened to Barbra Streisand while having buttsex on Fire Island, that still wouldn't be gayer than you."

ETA: Just started making a list of things to pack for Decadence, since I'm going to be downtown pretty much all weekend, and it made me laugh. Slightly TMI, perhaps.


Strap-on
Diet Coke
Outfits
Phone charger
Pot
Toiletries/meds
Strobe light