thanks to her.
and thanks for all those personalized pictures you sent me when I was just a confused little kid. Now, I feel I can show these to the world, the world you have left me behind in.
I’ve always been a lucky person and if there was a contest, I had my SASE ready to mail by morning. Who knew a life long secret romance was to be the real prize after I won THIS!
We always kept it clean. That’s just the way we liked it. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t hot. Hot n clean. That’s how we kept it.
Always so busy…I didn’t mind, I mean. I understood. He didn’t belong to me. He belonged to the entire world…the entire world AND me.
David, who’s that man in the car with you? Funny…those things used to matter to me then.
I saw the back of nearly every appearance he made for those first few frantic and romance filled years. After home video was invented I could finally see the fronts thanks to a Betamax that “Miss Thing” brought me from Tokyo. “Miss Thing,” that’s what I called him at first. I had several pet names for him over the years and he had a long list of them for me too but mostly he just called me “Girl.” lol.
We had fun. We sure did.
So many photoshoots in those days. This is one of the only pictures I have of us together, besides the thousands of nudes he took. Studies he called them. I believe him. He loved to learn. Anyway, this one was for our Christmas cards , 1970.
We never sent them.
You always will be, Shagmaster.
If only it were as easy to give as it was to write. #secretromance
“Thanks D, but that’s not healthy. I feel you might be putting too much emphasis on us in your life. Pay more attention to your acting….and your music. They are just as important as me.” – That’s what I used to tell him. I used to tell him that all the time.
Words to live by now. my friend. Until we meet again!
And I hope all yours did too. I think they probably did. Well, except for that thing you would always ask me to do…but honestly…I wasn’t being a square. I was just scared…of the whole location thing…and I’ve never been comfortable around exotic animals…and I mean…just being upside down for that long I think might be dangerous even without the body paint and the Santa Suit. I’ve said too much.
I did everything he asked me to….almost everything.
that’s the one I carried in my wallet.
After a fight somewhere in Mexico. We always made up. We fought a lot about little things…hairbrushes, bronzer, …money.
Finally! A little liner. He was gorgeous with make up – and with out it. It was a win win.
THAT night! God, was the entire world on E? hahaha.
And that’s forever.
Thanks to Pat Dry for this one!
This might make watching this talking piece of shit easier. I hope so – because talking turds can be annoying, they can induce political nightmares and personally I think they should outlawed…except for Mr. Hankie of course.
Also I consider this Fecal Female Impersonator as criminally offensive to hairdressers an colorists everywhere. – hey…my blog, my 2 cents. And now the turd’s tricks can be revealed! ROLL EM
Judy, I have here a picture of the bloomers you wore in “Summer Stock.” For the record, Judy, what color would you say these are?
Thank You Judy. Did you get that fellas? She said it’s beige.
Something very strange is going on. A friend (who is a permanent resident/green card holder) received a letter from the the town clerk saying that he was now registered to vote, which is weird because he has never registered to vote! He has always known that he isn’t allowed to vote until he becomes a US citizen.
I looked online and discovered it’s a crime to register to vote as a non-citizen and could result in deportation.
There was a Voter Registration Certificate included with the letter which named the DMV as the agency who registered him. So my friend called the DMV. The person who spoke with him there said they’ve been getting many calls about this from other people with the same issue and that these calls just started this week. Their records show that my friend hasn’t visited the DMV since a few years ago and they don’t know how he became registered to vote.
The date on the registration certificate says he registered to vote on January 23rd, 2017.
The DMV told him he should call the city and get his name removed from the registered voter list ASAP, which he did. Considering the date of his supposed registration, and considering the travel ban and everything else that has already happened with the new administration, including all the claims about massive voter fraud, we are suspicious that this event could be a ploy to deport legal residents who supposedly fraudulently registered to vote.
If you share this, copy and paste and share with “Public” so it will reach many.
The parade is over but, WERE STILL PISSED OFF ABOUT THIS GUN SHIT!!! AND YOU SHOULD BE TOO…I might be getting too excited about this activism thing but I’m new so…anyway, I took the pictures if anybody’s askin’.
MUSIC: Love Is A Master Of Disguise (Frankie Knuckles Classic Club Mix) – Eve Gallagher – More Protein Records, US Maxi-Single
was the untimely death of Miss Judy Garland. When Judy died, we all needed a drink together.
Allow me to let Tennessee Williams describe her powerful magnetic appeal that has rarely been put so succinctly.
(Thanks to DJDemille for bringing this bit of Judy Study forward.)
“What she had was a pure talent. Whatever training she had or used or needed came from performance, from experience, from sharing. The talent poured from her like sweat or blood, and I think of those fluids when I think of her performances–not the fluids which did so much to calm or seduce her when she did not have an audience. I have drowned in those fluids myself. There was no effort with Judy–other than to stay alive and to show up and to keep the standard so high for so long. We live now in a world of proficiency and efficiency and managers of one minute who get a particular job done. No flab; no fuss. I don’t like this new world. I like the world of pure talent fully given; lives fully lived; hearts fully open. Try to do whatever it is you do with the passion and commitment and terminal feeling that Judy had. None of us can. The talent was too big, and all of the recipients of this talent far, far too small.” –Tennessee Williams on Judy Garland/Interview with James Grissom, 1982/Follies Of God
Let the pride week-end begin!
(artwork created by Duke Todd)
Please take a moment this weekend to thank the living memory of Miss Judy Francis Ethel “Baby” Gumm Garland for starting gay liberation without even trying. Now you youngsters who don’t know much more about La Garland than Dorothy Gale and Toto in Oz, you all git to studyin’!
A well rounded knowledge of our gay liberation history demands a more than superficial study of Judy – made so easy via Youtube – and besides that, if you allow yourself to feel that famous force, it will be hard to stop wanting more. It’s basically gay crack.
PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND WATCH JUDY RESPONSIBLY.
If you find you have a problem with watching too much Judy or you find it difficult to stop watching Judy or that you find yourself thinking about Judy (like) all the time, then please call me. There is help. I can talk you down and help you find a local barstool where you can share anonymously (because you lost all their numbers) with “friends” who have been there just like you.
Today our Shalamar study group examines the sacred trio’s 1982 single,”There It Is” from the album, “Friends.” This is the blessed beat and heavenly sound of Solar Records. Inside the lyrics we find a piece of true dance-floor poetry. Effective, beautiful and transporting, the poem uses a simple simile on top of a sound that seems to smile as it sways softly over it’s central yet unwritten theme, “the sometimes turbulent waters on the ocean of love.”
Here now, the standard King James 12″ version for your notes:
Composers – Nidra Beard, Dana Myers and Charmaine Elaine Sylvers
VERSE 2 –
In the sea of love we set our sails when waters were rough,
Two in search of love with no direction,
Fish were biting at the time when catching wasn’t enough,
We couldn’t make a sport of our affection.
And who would dream that we would sail into each other?
Ooh girl, I never felt the wave of love so strong,
And this love I never felt in any other,
I trust it like a lighthouse guides a ship to land,
I found it when you touched my hand.
( Extra credit and no homework work work work work to anyone who can get Rhianna to read this. )
Hey Howard Hewitt, LOOKIN GOOD ! ! ! ; )
Howard’s time tested talent is still makin’ Akron proud.