Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Buzzards 'n Tumbleweed 'n Shit

Hey, you!

What are you still doing here? What, were you hiding back in the bathroom when we closed and locked up?

So you’re still hanging out at “Lesbians in My Soup,”  huh? That is so 2013. We are all over at the new digs at Fascist Dyke Motors  now.

I think maybe it is some kind of car company.

Anyway, you should update your links. You are missing out on what has been happening over there:

My Possible Pasts  is about finding new life in my daddy’s dirty socks.

How to Pronounce the Word ‘Orgy’   will teach you how to insult somebody.

The Good Queer, Part 1  explains why “No Shirt No Shoes No Service”  signs are so important to Americans.

The Good Queer, Part 2”  is about me vowing to be me.

You can stick around here if you want. There are some good bits scattered through these old posts, like the one where I get run over by a canoe in downtown Houston and this other one where I get trapped inside a couch.

Still, this place is mostly like a museum now.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Something's End, Part 2

If you read Part 2 without reading Part 1 first, well, that is just like cutting in line, now isn’t it? We take cutting in line very seriously around here. Do not test us on this. Go read Part 1. Go! We will still be here when you get back.

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Back when 3400 Montrose was mine, I usually slept on the fourth floor of the building, right there at the northeast corner that overlooked the Kroger store next door.

The room I slept in, it was completely sealed off, with no doors to the hallway or to any other suite. I had to climb down through the ceiling from a utility closet on the fifth floor to reach it.

It stank. Whenever I slept there, I stank, too.

But it was mine and I had somewhere to sleep and I had to sleep somewhere.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Something's End, Part 1

I have been giving a lot of thought to endings lately.

I believe I have been giving a lot of thought to endings lately because for me, a lot of things have been ending lately.

Relationships done. School finished. My lease ended. “Lesbians in My Soup”  ending…

So much around here has been going, going, gone.

Then this morning, which was Sunday morning, I was out on Montrose Boulevard, dumpster diving like I do every Sunday morning. I had just come up for air with a box fan in my left hand and a brown corduroy Stafford suit jacket in my right. I admit that I was really pleased with myself because, I mean, who wouldn’t be? A brown corduroy Stafford suit jacket goes with almost anything and it can be casual or  formal.

And that was when I saw it. Across the street.

I saw that old office building at 3400 Montrose.

It was going, going, gone. How had I missed it before?

Not to go all sentimental and metaphorical on you, but 3400 Montrose looked like my life has felt lately. I sort of am  3400 Montrose, you know?

You don’t  know?

Well, let me tell you about it…