Tuesday, January 29, 2013

When You Lose at Winning

The more things change, the more things stay the same and in a world without privacy - nothing is as clear as it may look. How do you deceive in the digital age? I'll tell you! Click here to read my latest piece in the Huffington Post.

It looks like just an innocent game of online Scrabble, right? 

Monday, January 28, 2013

Happy 'Straya Day!

The long weekend was meant to be all wet - and began with a biathlon at Boy Charlton pool. My swim club buddy Drew and I SURVIVED. This easy breezy biathlon is fast becoming a weekly habit.
After that, the weekend raced quickly downhill!
Hit a pool party at my former CEOs, and caught up with loads of friends including gorgeous Andrea.
And made new friends. I've actually no idea what we were attempting to stage here...
Australia Day was a scorcher, which naturally called for a pool party. Thanks to my friend Clark for  hosting, and all the BOYS GONE WILD for an unforgettable day. 
the dessert table - pavlova and.. poppers.
Denton!

It was one of those times you can imagine visitors coming by to view the gay species exhibit at the zoo. So playful and feisty without any macho aggression. It's like the dance floor, just add water.


Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Poppers are Dead; Long Live Poppers

Get a whiff of my latest essay in the Advocate. It's on one of my favorite topics - POPPERS. As some in the comments note, this is shocking. Appalling. We should be writing essays on gay child rearing! Thank you for proving my point.


And thanks to the Advocate for having the balls to publish controversial material.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Holy Guacamole!

It's easy to get used to a lot of things living in the subtropics, but I will never get used to the price of tropical fruit. Here are some examples from Coles, the cheapest supermarket...
These aren't per kilo prices. You get one avocado for $3.48.  On the streets of frozen NY? $1.


Sunday, January 13, 2013

It's baaaaack!

The HUNTSMAN spider, also known as the galloping tarantula, loves to visit me just before bedtime.
It's so massive and imposing its eyes reflect the flash.

Find another midnight snack!

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Footloose

I went out and got myself a new boyfriend.
 The way I ride him, this relationship may be 'til death do us part!







Wednesday, January 09, 2013

What a FEAST!

 "Life's a banquet and most poor sons of bitches are STARVING to death!" is Auntie Mame's most famous quote and her credo. Auntie Mame (one of my all time favorite films) is based on a bestselling book by Patrick Dennis, pseudonym Edward Everett "Pat" Tanner III. I just finished reading his biography, a very good one, UNCLE MAME.

Tanner was fun-loving and vastly entertaining (both in person and in print) married to a wonderful companion, Louise, and had two children. He essentially sheperded camp humor to the mainstream and was the first author to have 3 books on the bestseller list - at the same time.

Yet with the advent of 60s counterculture, what he did best - incisively skewer the snobbery of high society - quite suddenly was quaint and fell out of fashion. He attempted to become an arts dealer, and then - as he was a snob in his own right - found a final career as a butler. He excelled in this role, and ultimately butlered for Ray Kroc, owner of McDonalds, who never knew his clever and reliable servant was actually the famous former millionaire author of Auntie Mame.

Tanner did have an eccentric aunt, but she was no Rosalind Russell and she took in all manner of indigents into her Greenwich Village apartment.  While claiming to be the "real" Auntie Mame, she extracted money from her nephew and gave it to needy artists and drunks she let live with her in the townhouse. Tanner denies that this relation, who became a thorn in his side, was ever the inspiration for Mame Dennis, but even his own son disagrees...

I just finished reading the sequel Around The World With Auntie Mame. 
Her grown nephew Patrick's son has yet to return from a trip with Auntie Mame - to (ostensibly) calm his wife, he tells about all his round-the-world adventures with Mame in the 30s and the shenanigans they got up to with her own firebrand of joie de vivre. While delightful, I wonder what's to be gleaned from reading a comic novel. Apart from a few laughs, it hasn't much to say about much, but then again maybe it's the value of a few laughs we too often overlook.

I'm now onto reading his LITTLE ME, the 1961 phenomenon that ushered camp to the masses and set the stage for the mockumentaries we watch today. With "The intimate memoirs of that Great Star of Stage, Screen and Television BELLE POITRINE... as told to Patrick Dennis", Little Me lampooned the self-important star autobiographies of the day.

For starters, the "star" in question is Belle Poitrine, which translates in French to "Pretty Bosom"....
He had a riot of a time writing this totally ridiculous biography of a totally unself-aware and egotistical Z-grade star, who chews her way through several husbands in her ambitious quest for fame. Tanner had a wild time collaborating on this project with his friends, and creating original photographs to accompany the story.
Apparently Belle finds God in SouthHampton.
They also document Belle's fall from grace... into the sewers of despair...

Tanner had met by this time, the actor Cris Alexander (photographer for Little Me) and his partner the NY ballet dancer Shaun O'Brien, and this is one result of their super camp sensibility, in a world where they had to make their own fun. In the late 1990s, Alexander described it as, "a period when imagination emerged as a real accessory in getting along. I took camp as a playfullness, and also as a retort to smugness, and to the straight people that were a bore..."

Anyone reading just a few lines of any Patrick Dennis can quickly identify the humor as acidly gay, but back in the 50s they didn't see in those terms, so when Pat Tanner came to the conclusion about his own sexuality- falling in with the burgeoning gay scene and ultimately, in love with a man, the overwhelming sense of guilt for what he was doing to his family sent him into a spiral that landed him locked in the loony bin and from which he never fully recovered. Through it all, he remained married to his wife. More interestingly, her to him!

I can't imagine what it must have been like for the wife, for the kids - to have to keep such a secret (he did tell them). But of all the people I've met who have parents who came out later in life, they are always grateful they did come out late - otherwise they wouldn't have existed - and are happy their parents finally embraced their true nature. Still, I can't help feeling sorry for the man, his predicament, to find yourself at the wrong banquet. There was, after all, an alternative.

His collaborators - Cris Alexander and Shaun O'Brien - were together then and for 60 more years. What changes they saw as the times changed. When New York legalized gay marriage in 2011, they went and married. They lived upstate in a Victorian and, according to the NY Times, hosted an ice cream party every day at 4:30. It was only last year then, when O'Brien died of natural causes. Two weeks later, 92 year old Cris Alexander died of a broken heart. 

Thursday, January 03, 2013

Happy New Year 2013~

My friend Ross came to visit for New Years and rocked this outfit at Glamarama Beach (of course). Presenting... the BEACH BURKA!


Lightweight, waterproof, and fashion forward.
Perhaps YOU haven't been hitting the gym, or need to hide from the filthy gazes of infidels? Don't stay away from sunny shores, the beach burka is your answer.