Home of the Goddess

Mick...

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Welcome to the home
of Dolethrus, the Runemaster,
a god birthed from the
wellspring of creativity known as
Prince Boris, and now taken on as my own
personal muse.
Tap Dot's head and let Dolethrus inspire
you!

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But you are, Blanche, you are in that chair!"
-Bette Davis,
Whatever Happened To Baby Jane

BLANCHE
(because it is all about hurt and Southern Comfort)
1 oz Southern Comfort
2 lemon wedges
ice
Combine ingredients in a small juice glass.
Cover top of glass with hand.
Shake the shit out of glass.
Find an attractive person and
wipe hand on said person's ass.
Drink shooter style.
Wince. Shudder. Repeat.

MORE
COCKTAILS
HERE

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Rent-a-Stud
helped put this page together.
The sun really does shine out of his ass,
and all his ducks are in a row.
Thanks, Curt,
I will always love you for this.

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Incarnations of the Goddess

"If you want to be happy, be.”"
― Leo Tolstoy

in-sane':adj.
crazy; not legally responsible for one's actions.--in-san'i-ty n.

As the song says, you may be right--I may be crazy!!
But I just might be a lunatic you're looking for!
The hiatus is over!

Apparently, one day of wacko a week
(or a month, cos I'm not quite as anal dedicated as I should be)
isn't enough for some people, so I will be archiving
Journal of the Mad entries here:
ARCHIVES
Don't be afraid...be very afraid...
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"Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.”
― William Goldman
Vital stats include things like five foot one, no matter which way you measure me,
blue-green-grey-hazel eyes, a terrific sense of humour (believe me, I need one), and a great personality
(mom says that's what counts).

"Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”
― Oscar Wilde
I am the faghag other faghags wish they were *L*
I walked into my first gay bar in 1984, and am now a twenty + year survivor/volunteer at the GLCR.
I have been an Empress once or twice, Entertainer of the Year, Mister Gay Regina, and even a Prince, and I have the crown(s) to prove it. For more info on all things dragalicious, check out the BALL AD.

"I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows."
-E.M. Forster
I'm a writer. Maybe even a good one. I have people who tell me that, anyway, and who am I to argue?
They say write what you know, so beware of slash, since that's mostly what makes up my world.
I also play poet, loving the whole trendy-hip-angsty thing.
All that's missing is the outdoor cafe and the beret...

"Because you're a lonely man, chasing
paramasturbatory illusions that you
believe will give your life meaning and
significance, which your pathetic social
maladjustment makes impossible to find
elsewhere."
-Maurice, X-Files: How the Ghosts Stole Christmas
In my world, the coffee is strong as death, black as hell and sweet as love (and always made by Ianto Jones).
The smoking section is always open. Fox Mulder is always just as close as my dvdplayer,
Slow Motion Walter is always more than just a blues song, and the Gunmen always visit on Friday.
Bunnies and bears always frolic in my living room, Blair Sandburg is always the bottom,
there is always a next Sunday, everything's Benedict and nothing hurts,
and finally, the Blanches are always shaken, never stirred.
That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?