Where Do I Start
What A good few days I've had, so much different from the day of last post. Ok I'm not fully over the feelings of depression that I have, (that will take time) but there has definitely been a general lifting of the spirit.
Well it all started on Thursday when I started back at AB+, I so wanted to get back to there & was relieved when I finally got there, it was real, it had happened a return to a much happier place. It seemed people were glad to see me back & I soon got bookings coming in which I was pleased about. News traveled fast about my return, I was back doing my therapies. Actually the most part I was wrapping teddies in cellophane, but it was better than been taught to dig with improper tools. I am glad to be back there & they are having an evening which is exclusively for gay & bi-sexual men for which I'm doing therapies for, WAHOO!!!.
At the last manageable minute we had enough people for the Pride march including 2 kids, which asked no questions about the names on the sashes which were all sex & drug references but were so easily passed off as nature that they didn't even show any signs of what they meant otherwise. We actually had a willing volunteer to be Bottom & a willing volunteer to carry the rainbow. The costumes were finished on time as well as the props, so I needn't have stressed after all.
Saturday had arrived. It was the big day. It was THE PRIDE MARCH!!! Martin & Rhiannon were late, went by Pagan time as usual, which meant it was a bit of a mad dash to get us all changed & out there on time, but then again the Pride March organizers run on Pagan time too. It was very windy which mad the floats difficult to push up hill as well as carrying the rainbow & the banners, which acted like a sail & was made a little more challenging by the lack of stopped traffic & a steep hill to get the floats to the starting point. When we got up there every photographing us & I now have a huge close up of my face on the BBC West Midlands website As well as some of us marching. Boy did I look podgy in those photos. I must admit I was being a bit of a tart as anyone looking at me in my topless puck costume got a bum wiggle off me seen as though my furry trousers had a tail. I went down well with the bears I can tell you, & I even had an offer off a guy saying he would blow me for my trousers. I declined as my gorgeous Richard was standing right next to me (If I weren't spoken for I might have considered it & found out if it was good enough head to deserve them, which it would never be. THEY ARE MINE!, ALL MINE!!!).
Richard & I left the after march drinking party & bought some mushrooms, the Mexican variety, I was to lose my magic mushroom virginity, but that waited till Sunday when the evening of clubbing didn't pan out. We decided to have a little entertainment that night by watching Willo The Wisp, the entire series, which was very funny especially with The Moog licking the magic bone, how Kenneth Williams got away with saying such a thing a thing I don't know. I must admit I'd love to take them again but they are a treat & I wont do them regularly as I'm a good boy, even though I still have 10 grams left. I might give them to Ken if they are any good still. I must admit though they didn't taste that good I prefer the taste of cooked field mushrooms myself but then again they only have a yummy effect.
I met up with long lost friend Jeff who was the same old him as usual except for the fact he was wearing make up which by no means suited him, making him look a very odd colour, I think either should A) not wear it, as if I look half as good as him at his age I'd be more than happy or B) get some professional advice on how to do make up if you have darker skin so it doesn't look like you are going half way to drag. If you are reading this Jeff, I was trying to be subtle but the music was drowning out my voice. He & MJ dragged me in to glamorous which was a place I refused to go in on principal & now I can quite see why, not that I couldn't before. Sorry but I can't stand listening to Whitney Huston for any more than never in my life, but ho hum. I was rescued by Ian who missed out on most of Pride due to his Grandad's funeral, though he didn't seem to phased by it, good on you man & thanks for taking me out of the evil fluff pit of doom. I also have a new T shirt as well wahoo.
It is way passed my bed time. Good night
Well it all started on Thursday when I started back at AB+, I so wanted to get back to there & was relieved when I finally got there, it was real, it had happened a return to a much happier place. It seemed people were glad to see me back & I soon got bookings coming in which I was pleased about. News traveled fast about my return, I was back doing my therapies. Actually the most part I was wrapping teddies in cellophane, but it was better than been taught to dig with improper tools. I am glad to be back there & they are having an evening which is exclusively for gay & bi-sexual men for which I'm doing therapies for, WAHOO!!!.
At the last manageable minute we had enough people for the Pride march including 2 kids, which asked no questions about the names on the sashes which were all sex & drug references but were so easily passed off as nature that they didn't even show any signs of what they meant otherwise. We actually had a willing volunteer to be Bottom & a willing volunteer to carry the rainbow. The costumes were finished on time as well as the props, so I needn't have stressed after all.
Saturday had arrived. It was the big day. It was THE PRIDE MARCH!!! Martin & Rhiannon were late, went by Pagan time as usual, which meant it was a bit of a mad dash to get us all changed & out there on time, but then again the Pride March organizers run on Pagan time too. It was very windy which mad the floats difficult to push up hill as well as carrying the rainbow & the banners, which acted like a sail & was made a little more challenging by the lack of stopped traffic & a steep hill to get the floats to the starting point. When we got up there every photographing us & I now have a huge close up of my face on the BBC West Midlands website As well as some of us marching. Boy did I look podgy in those photos. I must admit I was being a bit of a tart as anyone looking at me in my topless puck costume got a bum wiggle off me seen as though my furry trousers had a tail. I went down well with the bears I can tell you, & I even had an offer off a guy saying he would blow me for my trousers. I declined as my gorgeous Richard was standing right next to me (If I weren't spoken for I might have considered it & found out if it was good enough head to deserve them, which it would never be. THEY ARE MINE!, ALL MINE!!!).
Richard & I left the after march drinking party & bought some mushrooms, the Mexican variety, I was to lose my magic mushroom virginity, but that waited till Sunday when the evening of clubbing didn't pan out. We decided to have a little entertainment that night by watching Willo The Wisp, the entire series, which was very funny especially with The Moog licking the magic bone, how Kenneth Williams got away with saying such a thing a thing I don't know. I must admit I'd love to take them again but they are a treat & I wont do them regularly as I'm a good boy, even though I still have 10 grams left. I might give them to Ken if they are any good still. I must admit though they didn't taste that good I prefer the taste of cooked field mushrooms myself but then again they only have a yummy effect.
I met up with long lost friend Jeff who was the same old him as usual except for the fact he was wearing make up which by no means suited him, making him look a very odd colour, I think either should A) not wear it, as if I look half as good as him at his age I'd be more than happy or B) get some professional advice on how to do make up if you have darker skin so it doesn't look like you are going half way to drag. If you are reading this Jeff, I was trying to be subtle but the music was drowning out my voice. He & MJ dragged me in to glamorous which was a place I refused to go in on principal & now I can quite see why, not that I couldn't before. Sorry but I can't stand listening to Whitney Huston for any more than never in my life, but ho hum. I was rescued by Ian who missed out on most of Pride due to his Grandad's funeral, though he didn't seem to phased by it, good on you man & thanks for taking me out of the evil fluff pit of doom. I also have a new T shirt as well wahoo.
It is way passed my bed time. Good night
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