Tim Gunn is sex on legs, they call him a dandy, he is fabulous.
I remember growing up watching Are You Being Served? and seeing Mr. Humphries and being angry that they would portray gays like that, that we weren't all nelly and being very concerned with masculinity and walking properly. I remember having that drilled into me from a very young age and I'd like to be more free and call people "honey" once in a while.
I spent the weekend watching Project Runway and in season 1 Austin Scarlett:
was a sexy bitch. I bet he's fierce as hell in bed and I love the Farah Fawcett flip hair. One of the best things I've learned from studying all this gay history is that I'm so comfortable now with every aspect of being gay, bring on the fay. I wish I had a sense of style or money. I'd love to wear a full length evening coat with a hot purse. I think I'd also have to be about 100 pounds lighter, so that's off the table for today. But I do wish I had taken home ec and not spent so long ignoring anything feminine and perceiving it as a weakness.
Also today my house burnt down:
Well maybe not down but it was filled with smoke and the firemen came. I did my best Scarlett O'Hara impression in my housecoat and begged to be rescued but someone mentioned something about the fire not being that bad and something about a "flamer".
Yesterday I saw "We Will Rock You" and it couldn't have been better. I sat in the VERY front row, about 4 feet from the performers, which was a bit too close, when I go back I'd rather have the luxury box for the same $25. It was so great, it was like they were reading my mind. I'd think "They should have a tribute to Freddy Mercury" and then they did. Or the hot French-Canadian boy, I'd think "I wonder what it sounds like when he speaks French?" and then he did. The "Killer Queen" was this fierce black mama with a fat bottom who rocked the whole place, again I couldn't have been happier with the performance.
Tonight I'm supposed to be at a Kids on TV concert but I had a little anxiety going to the show last night by myself and don't want to repeat that 2 nights in a row. So often I'll get somewhere and think "What the fuck am I doing, why didn't I just stay home?" until I loosen up. I always feel that on my trips. I read Christopher Isherwood was the same way, but the difference is I loosen up and he never seemed to. And still we keep going.
Tomorrow brunch at the Golden Griddle which I used to go to all the time when I was 6 or 7 with my mom, and then the Power Plant for an exhibition on the AIDS quilt which weighs 51 tons and is currently being taken care of by 10 people. What to do with it? What to do with any of us?
Back to Project Runway, auf wiedersehen.