Yesterday’s post was removed from Facebook because bare male torsos are sexually explicit, you know. I don’t think I’m going to be around there much longer, frankly. There was nothing sexual in yesterday’s blog image, other than it being a man in his underwear (and I get hit up by underwear and jock ads there all the fucking time that are more revealing than anything I post) but hey, male nipples might offend someone, you know. But if you’re a person who finds this blog on Facebook every morning, you might (and it’s perfectly okay if you don’t) want to subscribe to it and my Substack. Both are free, and will always be free; and if I should ever decide to make this an income stream (not likely) there will be plenty of notice. Decisions, you know. Paul and I have also come up with a worst-case scenario plan in case things get really bad–which it’s looking more and more like it will with every passing day–and so that’s kind of a relief of sorts. Kind of half-joking, half-serious. Paul and I are both too pragmatic to not think ahead for possible worst cases, and I feel okay about it. It’ll be a huge upheaval–but it won’t be one of our making. (I have some research to do, but it’s a good plan.)
The funniest thing about living in New Orleans is, despite Louisiana’s descent into Gilead since the election of Governor Can’t Be Wrong and his lickspittle legislature, is I feel far safer here than if I lived in a city in a blue state. Orleans Parish (aka New Orleans) went over eighty-two percent for Harris/Walz; can your city/county say the same? New Orleans isn’t just a blue island in a red sea, it’s so fucking blue that it can be seen from space. There’s going to be a lot of conflict coming between city and state as well as city and federal–it’s one of the reasons the governor sent the state police into our city (Troop New Orleans, or NOLA or whatever fascist thing he called them) to fight “crime”. They have no legal jurisdiction here, but every time I see one of their vehicles on the road I think “ah, the SS is here.” So much material in Louisiana to write about–as long as I get to keep writing about anything, really. And the Super Bowl is coming in a few months, too. Sigh. That means a conflict with Carnival, which I’ve not bothered to look into quite yet.
It rained as I ran my errands last night after work. It rained pretty much all day, and it’s raining again this morning. I slept really well last night, too, and didn’t really want to get up this morning but I did. I felt rested, and while I would love nothing more than to climb back into bed with Sparky and go back to sleep, that’s not possible since I obviously have to go into the office today. Next week is only a three-day work week, and then I have a lovely four day weekend while Paul is out of town where I am hoping to get some serious rest as well as get some shit done around here. I did work a bit on writing last night when I got home; mostly an essay for Substack which is still unfinished but it was still writing. It’s a start, after the derailment of the election and the horrors to come. I suppose the best thing to do here is to enjoy the time we have left before January 20th, when our country ceases to be a democracy and becomes whatever the hell it becomes once dollar store Mussolini and a cast of monsters move back into the White House. I imagine my blog and my Substack are enough to damn me as a dissident–without my writing, my life, and my sexual orientation–and of course my day job, however long it lasts in our brave new world.
We also finished Outer Banks over the weekend (or as Paul calls it, “outer skanks”), which was fun. It’s nothing terribly serious, and the plots on the show never really make a lot of sense, but the writing is bonkers and it moves really fast, and I kind of loved how completely insane and over the top it was. A lot of shows we enjoy are back with new seasons–Bad Sisters, for one, and The Diplomat for another–so we have plenty to watch, but the TF Gala is Thursday (the party at John Cameron Mitchell’s, he bragged again) so Paul’s evenings will be taken up this week with last minute details and plans, so we won’t be watching anything this week, so I need to dig up shows that Paul didn’t want to watch but I did so I can do that while he’s gone. I’ve let college football pretty much go this season–I’ll still watch LSU games, but no one else other than as a background noise while I clean around here–so my Saturdays are pretty much freed up for the rest of the year. It’s also hard to believe Christmas is just around the corner–and New Year’s, then Mardi Gras, then the festivals…sheesh. So I really need to get back to writing the book sooner rather than later, don’t I?
And on that note, I am heading into the spice mines. Have a lovely day, Constant Reader, and I’ll check in with you again soon; maybe even later on. I still have to write about Agatha All Along, which was probably my favorite show of the year, and Joe Locke, and any number of other posts I have started but never finished for some reason or another. Having that many drafts is starting to bug me, so I need to get them cleared out. A good project for me between clients today, methinks. Sorry if this was boring, but I’m not always jousting with dragons. Sometimes I take time off. 🙂
Queer and Loathing in America 