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Fabulously in the City: Renewal.
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Thursday, June 3, 2010. I just renewed the domain on this ole' blog here for another 5 years. Now that I did just that, I guess I better start updating again. ;-). Posted by Fabulously in the City. Subscribe to: Comment Feed (RSS). Cities have sexes: London is a Man. Paris is a Woman. And Chicago a well-adjusted transsexual. That Most Unusual Predicament. Coffee with a Little Whipped Cream. Once the Sun Sets: A Story about Gwen. Mr President Will be Just Fine. In Which I Get Arrested. I May or May Not.
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Fabulously in the City: I May or May Not.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008. I May or May Not. Chris, I may or may not be in trouble.". That was the first thing Youssef. Said to me. I was at the Columbus Zoo with my niece, Gracie, checking out the flamingos. Children were frolicking all around me, and yet on the other end of a cell phone I had a friend who seemed to be caught in a terrible mess. What's going on, Youssef. No I may or may not be in trouble! That's a peculiar statement. You're either in trouble or you're not.right? What did you do? I may or...
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Fabulously in the City: The Gentleman.
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010. He guides her up the stairs, lightly holding her hand as she takes each step. She's in her late 80's, hooked to a respirator. The gentleman carries it for her so she can focus all of her energy on making it to the door. When they arrive at their table, he lays down her respirator and begins to unbutton her jacket. Her eyes continue to dance around the restaurant, mesmerized by the flickering candles and variety of people. He takes his time to get every button out of its...Once ...
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Fabulously in the City: Mr. President Will Be Just Fine.
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009. Mr President Will Be Just Fine. Have you ever heard someone say, “Everything happens for a reason”? Think about it for a second. What a blatantly vacuous and empty statement. Can you think of a grander non-sequitur? I’ll tell you something. Everything happens because you permit. The three of us met up at JR’s, one of the bars along 17. Within a week we were dating. Our conversations weren’t always magical. He was somewhat awkward, pretty shy and very quiet about his fa...Strange...
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Fabulously in the City: A Letter to Five Years Ago.
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Friday, July 18, 2008. A Letter to Five Years Ago. Dear 18 Year-Old Chris,. 3) Learn as much as you can. Don't treat school like it's only keeping you back. Stop treating it like a social hour and start reading and studying. You're good at math; stop telling yourself otherwise. You'll thank me later for this. 7) Don't run away whenever you feel a problem arises. They won't go away. 8) The inkling you have to move out of DC and see the world? 12) If you meet a short guy at karaoke who asks you to go back ...
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Fabulously in the City: Once the Sun Sets.
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Thursday, July 17, 2008. Once the Sun Sets. Gwen was one hell of a broad. Picture it. Gaudy earrings the size of coke cans. Jewelery that would offend a Gypsy. Sequined blouses that would frighten clowns and shoes that would make children cry. This was Gwen, and she was my very dear friend. It'd be hard not. 36-year-old fag-hag; in everyone else's mind she was a 56 year-old hag. Who had taken too many pills and fallen asleep in too many tanning beds. Without question, I had to be her friend. After a cont...
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Fabulously in the City: Those Damned Dishes.
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Sunday, July 27, 2008. Standing over the faucet, scrubbing the dishes for the third time, iPod blaring in my ears. It's 3 AM, and I'm doing dishes. They need to be done. They've been here for a week, and they're still dirty. In my mind I hear his voice repeatedly. Chris, you complete me. Just keep scrubbing. Those damned dishes are still dirty. They're forming in my eyes, I just won't let them find fruition. Just keep scrubbing. How did I let this many dishes pile up? How silly of me. No, I won't. Posted...
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Fabulously in the City: Breakfast with Epiphany.
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Sunday, July 20, 2008. West Hollywood. So gay they have more Rainbow flags than American flags. I was there with some friends for a single evening last spring, staying at a hotel in the heart of it all. The Abbey was just a block away; Fiesta Cantina was on our front porch. As we turned off the lights, you could still hear the slightest glimmer of Madonna playing off in the distance. He raised an eyebrow and he asked me, "Why are you on the couch? So you went out here? You're not staying at the hotel?
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Fabulously in the City: Stories.
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Thursday, May 12, 2011. I know I never write new stories, but I should. And I will! I've been saying that for a year, I know) But in the meantime, here are some stories I've written in the past. Enjoy! That Most Unusual Predicament. Coffee with a Little Whipped Cream. Once the Sun Sets. Mr President Will Be Just Fine. In Which I Get Arrested. I May or May Not. The Ministry of Harbor House. Letter to Five Years Ago. Posted by Fabulously in the City. Subscribe to: Comment Feed (RSS). In Which I Get Arrested.
