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Carlos has been given ESL classes over Zoom for a while now, and every so often, between his students and him, he has issues getting on the Zoom call. He was telling me the other day that he thought he had finally mastered it, but then his student was having issues:

“I said, ‘Can you see me?’ … ‘Can you hear me?’”

And then he saw the look in my eyes and even he knew what was coming next … I went full Yentl on his ass:

“Papa can you hear me? Papa can you me? Papa can you help me not be frightened.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Looking at the sky I seem to see a million eyes which ones are yours? …”

“STOP.”

He still does not get it that you cannot stop a Showtune Queen.

Adidas cut ties; Anna Wintour, too; his ex-wife has denounced him; his divorce lawyers have quit over it; Gap, CAA and Balenciaga have severed ties with him. But Republicans stay silent.

Jacob Wohl and Jack Burkman, two right-wingnut conspiracy theorists who placed thousands of robocalls lying to minority and Democratic voters in Cleveland in the months before the November 2020 election pleaded guilty to a felony charge and face up to one year in prison.

They still face similar felony charges in Michigan and, in a separate action, the FCC has recommended a $5.1 million fine for the robocalls.

Sorry not sorry.

After we took Tuxedo to the vet last week, we learned he basically had the same cold-flu thing Consuelo had, and the doctor prescribed anti-biotics. She also wanted a urine sample and couldn’t get one in the office, so we were sent home with a plastic tray, a small bag of sand, and a dropper and vial to collect the urine. Tuxedo was going to spend the night in the guest bathroom—to keep Consuelo from contaminating his sample with hers—and he seemed fine with it, but at around two o’clock in the morning I woke up to find Tuxedo on the bed with us; I roused Carlos and asked if he’d let Tuxedo out and he said, ‘No.’ In the morning we could see that Tuxedo was able to push open two doors to get out of the bathroom.

Luckily, he did leave a sample for us.

Leslie Jordan, the beloved actor and comedian, probably best known for playing Beverly Leslie on Will & Grace died this week. It is suspected he suffered some sort of medical emergency and crashed his BMW into the side of a building.

Thank you for the laughs, on W&G, and every other show you appeared on, and the riotous video posts you created during the pandemic. Thank you for giving me one of my go-to lines:

“Well well well if it isn’t [insert name here]. I thought I smelled Gin and regret.”

RIP

It’s been twenty-two days since Hurricane Ian hit Florida and forged a path of destruction across the state, and the amount of federal recovery aid distributed to the state just sailed past the $1 billion mark.

Funny, since the governor of Florida called such monies a form of socialism until his state needed them.

Tuxedo was also given anti-biotics at the vet and trying to give them orally is a feat in and of itself.

It requires Carlos to ready the dropper full of medication, a towel to wrap around Tuxedo, and his Nice Daddy—that’d be me—to hold him in the towel and lie him down on the counter on his side so Carlos can force open his mouth and give him the meds.

It’s a battle, I tell you, because Tuxedo, even at 19, is till agile and strong and wily and cunning, but we have been managing to do it, twice a day, and as soon as he’s taken the meds he slithers from the towel and crawls up on my shoulder and hugs me.

Masculine icon and tough guy Ted ‘Rafael’ Cruz hid in a supply closet during the January 6, 2021 riots on the U.S. Capitol that he helped spur on by catering to Thing 45 and The Big Lie.

After the 2020 election, Cruz repeated the numerous unsubstantiated claims of voter fraud, supported a lawsuit to void absentee ballots and approved of an attempt to stop four states—Pennsylvania, Georgia, Michigan, and Wisconsin—from using the election’s results to appoint electors. These two efforts failed.

And during the riot he ran and hid while the people he egged on attacked the building and this country.

Fucking traitorous hypocrite bitch.

Ozzo also saw the vet last week, just to see how he’s faring; the eyesight is bad, the hearing is awful, and there’s arthritis in the hind legs. So the doctor prescribed CBD gel caps for his arthritis pain and Carlos seemed fine with that until I told him that CBD is from :::gasp::: cannabis—though you can’t get high from it—and good for pain.

I think Carlos instantly pictured Ozzo lighting up a joint in the back yard behind the shed.

Upside, there has been a noticeable improvement in his mobility, and the doctor called with his test results and said he is the healthiest, semi-blind, semi-deaf, arthritic nineteen-year-old dog she’s ever seen.

This is Fabien Sassier, a big old French piece of beefcake who, from what I saw while checking him out, has a big old piece of beefcake that he doesn’t mind showing off, but that is not the question: Would You Hit It?

Well Well Well ... If It Isn't Leslie Jordan, Beverage-Hurling-LGBTQ-Superhero

Last week in West Hollywood there was a fracas at the Starbucks on Santa Monica Blvd when three young men began shouting antigay venom at the customers in line:

“You will die, f**king f**gots!”

Joseph Daniels, who was waiting in line at the time, wasn’t playing, so he walked over to the men and told them their behavior was “rude;” the manager also told the men to leave. But the three thugs, possibly questioning their own orientation, refused to leave and began calling everyone in the store “faggots” and that’s when it happened …

LGBT superhero, and diminutive actor, Leslie Jordan, AKA Beverly Leslie from TVs Will & Grace, stepped into it. Jordan, who stands just four feet, eleven inches tall, approached the three men and screamed:

“Get out of my house!”

Then he chased them from the coffee house, where the three idiots stood on the sidewalk shouting their homophobic epithets, and when one of the three lunged at Jordan, he tossed his coffee in the guy’s face.

The police were called, and they advised Jordan and the other patrons not to file charges against the homophobes, saying that if they did the men could accuse them of assault for throwing coffee at them.

But, let’s not it end there, let’s give Superhero, LGBTQ Superhero, Leslie Jordan, the last word:

“I was hoping to remain silent on the incident at Starbucks but somehow the story found legs and has made its way into the press. I feel I owe my friends an explanation:

Truth be told it was “sweet” iced tea, not coffee. I am a “sweet” mannered Southern boy who was taught not to start a fight. Nobody ever told me I could not end one. I refused to sit and watch these hate crimes continue. I guess our work for equality is not done yet!

I’m being hailed a hero which is all well and good but I lost my temper. My heroes in life always kept their cool.”

Oh, but you kept your cool, Leslie, and, by tossing a little sweet tea at a trio of asshats you helped them cool off, too.

Now, I do not condone violence, and I think throwing hot coffee on someone, no matter how much of an asshat they seem, is quite violent. But sweet tea? The worst thing that could happen is that thug get's hit in the face by something sticky and I imagine with his latent homosexual tendencies this wasn't the first, or the last time, someone shot something sticky at his face.

Just sayin'.

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