Warning... this is an adult site. If reading or viewing things about what gay men do sexually with one another bothers you - you should not read this blog. This blog is a reflection of my adventures and thoughts. Some are fun, some not so pretty. I won't name names, or kiss and tell... but I will live to tell. And baby, trust me - I am gonna spill it all over your pretty little party dress. Enjoy!
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Showing posts with label A Day with The Mistress Borghese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Day with The Mistress Borghese. Show all posts
This is a lovely photo of Lake Galena taken by our own, multi-talented Mistress Maddie! I'd asked permission to use it at some future date a long time ago (I hope there was no expiration date.)
This photo perfectly captures how I feel this time of year.
Powerless to stop autumn's ceaseless march, I now must simply and quietly observe, as seasons change.
It's not unlike the passing of one's life.
At some point, we must accept the inevitable passing of time.
Taken in 2020 (I believe), it has always made me feel hopeful. At the time, upon first seeing the photo, that hope was all about spring, and that it would be coming soon. But, as this is the beginning of (yet) another new year, I thought I would share it at this time that it might make us all feel a bit hopeful, especially given our current circumstances:
Covid-19 continues to enact it's curious vengeance upon the population.
Overseas, Putin is feeling empowered while China is in the midst of making inroads toward world domination.
The separation between church and state has eroded while the gulf between the have's and the have not's continues to widen.
Stateside, while things have improved significantly, we're still mired in the disgrace left in the orange ogre's wake.
In the US, the GOP, in an effort to ensure they win all elections have taken to appointing like-minded people to run for the state offices which certify election results while people who still think Biden stole the election and that Covid-19 is a hoax are running for local offices, such as the school board.
So, why hope?
Because we must. We must persevere. For, while good does not always win out, it is a bit like playing the stock market - if you're operating with a degree of common sense and stay in it for the long haul, things do (eventually) get better.
And that is what I pin my hopes on: things getting better; that 2022 will be the year we turn the ship around. It can happen. I have witnessed it in my lifetime.
I think of what it was like to be gay in the 1980's and look at today- this is a world almost unimaginable back then.
So, keep that in mind as we live in these dark times. One day, hopefully, we'll be on the other side of things and marvel at how we ever arrived at the place we stand.
Last Thursday I celebrated a bit of a milestone; it's been a full year since I returned to the blogsphere.
This would never have occurred without the Covid pandemic and all the necessary changes to our day-to-day lives. While it can hardly be viewed as a half glass full scenario, reconnecting with the part of me that enjoys writing and the wonderful people that populate the blogsphere is something I am grateful for.
Yes. In this day and age? We need to take our 'wins' where we can find them.
It took me a month to regain my footing, but once I got my programming down, blogging became something I found challenging and enjoyable again. I think I've found a nice balance between offering something informationally substantial, while keeping it fun; an accurate reflection of who I am at this point in my life.
All the posts have not been 'winners', but meeting a self-imposed deadline, the constant editing (even after posting), playing with language, and coming up with content have provided me with endless hours of self-entertainment. And I have surprised myself; I had no idea I still had this kind of discipline and moxie.
Has it become a bit stale? Perhaps.
The purposeful programming dictates the content - it sometimes feels a bit regimented - and I must admit, I'm aware of the occasional drop in quality. But that standardization is also an aspect of what's kept this a constant challenge.
In the future, I may shift gears (I had no idea how much classic gay pulp fiction was published in the 1960's and 70's!) and some change is inevitable; we are all in the process of picking up the pieces of our old way of life. Just this week my workplace announced a date when we will be returning to the office and this summer, the prairie calls. But for now? I plan on carrying on as is.
I want to say thank you to all those who follow the blog. You are part of the reason I keep writing. The fact that you clicked that little follow button acts as a vote of confidence which I greatly appreciate.
And please forgive me if this all sounds a bit too self-referential and egotistical. Because it certainly has not been all about me...
The real treasure in all of this? My fellow bloggers.
You only need look to the right side of my blog and find the list of those who have served as inspiration, fine examples, and support during the relaunch of Wonderland Burlesque. I adore reading these blogs on a daily basis and thank them for putting up with my non-stop, unfiltered commentary.
There's a true community to be found here; a real connection. It has rather redefined the term 'friendship' for me. I frequently bemoan the fact that as I've gotten older, I've no friends, but that's not true.
Though you are all people I have never met, I still consider you friends. You have all shared so much over the year and have been a huge source of comfort and support during this pandemic, as well as sharing the pain we experienced during the orange ogre's final year in office, the trepidation experienced during the 2020 election, the fear felt during the insurrection on Jan 6th, and our combined outrage surrounding the death of George Floyd.
We've cheered one another on. Battled the same dragons. Wished each other well. Decried the same injustices. And celebrated each small victory.
So, the title of this Weekend Onesie is a bit of a misrepresentation; for I have not been dancing with myself...
So, the best I can do is to honor Anne Marie, our favorite filly from Philly, with a special photo parade of that thing she craves most: Hairy Guys With Bushy Pubes!
