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While traveling out to Oregon last week, a rather nice woman sat next to Carlos and me and said Hello. She then looked at me and asked if he was my … wait for it, it’s epic, it nearly took the top of his head off … if he was my father!

I laughed; Carlos choked. I told her Carlos was my husband and she turned bright red and said she asked because she saw me helping him down the ramp to the plane as he held my arm. So I explained that he was visually impaired and used a cane, but also took my arm because it makes it easier to board a plane.

We all had a good laugh about it, though Carlos’ laugh had a tinge of bitterness to it.

This Tuxedo Says comes from May 2020 when we were still housebound:

“As  always happens, Tuxedo and I are on the same page, though, yeah, I’ll wait until it’s safe.”

He was more eager for outside than I.

It was quite cold and rainy in Oregon so I was really in the mood for some Hot Tropical Island cakes.

The closing of the estate went rather smoothly, with just two small glitches …

The first was at the Oregon DMV to transfer titles of the cars to my brother. We walked in the little building to find two DMV employees behind the counter and we waited a beat for one of them to ask us to step up. Finally, one guy said:

“You need to take a number.”

So we turned, and grabbed a ticket, #67, and then turned back around in time to hear the same man say:

“Now serving number 67.”

I kid you not.

The second glitch was on a phone call to the wireless provider and took me asking “Representative” about forty times before I was finally put on hold to wait for said Representative for forty-five minutes.

I maintained my composure, though the last twenty or so “Representatives” had a bit of a bite to them.

Another Tale of Carlos … on our first night in Oregon as we were getting to sleep after a long day traveling, Carlos suddenly jerked his leg up and said he had a cramp in his calf. I moved over and started massaging his leg and stretching it out slowly until the pain was gone, and then we settled down to go back to sleep.

I, however, started to laugh:

“What’s so funny?”

“I was thinking of the lady on the plane who thought you were my Dad.”

“And?”

“If she saw you now, she might think you were my Crampa! Get it? You have a Cramp so you’re my Crampa!!!”

I laughed until he smothered me with a pillow and I fell asleep unconscious.

We drove down the coast for a bit on our last day in Oregon and stopped in the town of Florence, Oregon. We toured a few shows, had some coffee and a pasty to nosh on and then I found my new favorite coffee cup:

Love. 

I saw this guy at the airport while waiting for our flight home to Columbia. The thighs, glistening and impressive; the big feet, a harbinger of what might be; the guns, threatening to envelope me.

I stared and then I snapped the photo. Later, while sitting on the plane during boarding I saw  Mr. Beefcake’s girlfriend coming down the aisle and hoped to get a good long look at his face … and when I saw it, it reminded me of my gay friend Kenneth and I waiting for a table in a restaurant. He looks through the dining room, spots a male server, and asks the hostess:

“Oh, can we have him?”

“Sure.”

And she started to lead us to a table when Kenneth stopped and told the girl to never mind.

“You don’t want him as your server?”

“Nope. He’s far away hot and up close ugly.”

That was Mr. Beefcake. Full face view and it ruined everything.

This full face view ruined nothing ... Lockhart Brownlie is an actor, singer, dancer, model and out gay man, but the question is: Would You Hit It?