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Well, this weekend served to prove to me that I still detest the city of Columbus. It’s a stinking pit, and I’ll leave it at that. The less I have to remember about that place the better.

On the plus side, while coming back from Columbus I got word that my new promo pictures were ready. I had a photo shoot done out in Glen Helen (a local nature preserve) recently, and my darling friend John (visit him at http://www.johngebhardt.net/ to see a selection of his beautiful work) did a bang-up job on these pictures, as he always does. I’ll have a gallery of all the photos up sooner or later, along with various and sundry other pictures, but in the meantime here’s a little taste of the woodland spread that John did for me.

Shameless plug: Go visit John and Wade at their new coffee shop! It’s in Fairborn, right on Main St., and is called “Signatures”. You can visit on the web here. While you’re there you can check out Fiffe-Eli Salon right across the street, which is where yours truly gets her “hair did”.

The first weekend of this month was Pride in Dayton. It was insanely, hellishly, inside-of-a-dog’s-mouth, blazing hot that Saturday, and I freely admit to not being thrilled at being there. Still, I had my trusty “Tranny Poppins” big black umbrella and my dear sister Alexis with me, so I carried on faithfully.

You can tell how hot it was by the fact that my hair, which was pumped up huge before the parade, was two fluffs away from completely flat by the time the 15-minute parade was over. One of my concerns with the Dayton parade (although it’s just one of a mile-long list I have with Pride parades, festivals, etc. in general), is this: everyone that would get anything out of watching the 15-minute, 3-block long parade (i.e. gay people or those who support them) is in the damn parade! Almost everyone that I saw watching the parade was either; someone that worked in a shop along the parade route and came outside to see the train of gayness; someone that was out and about with their business and stopped to see a sudden cavalcade of queerness, or; there to protest the parade (only a handful of nazis for that, but they were there nonetheless).

Fast forward to the weekend after that, Sunday the 10th. Yes your eyes heard you correctly, I said Sunday. I got up at SEVEN THIRTY AM on a Sunday, put on my war paint, and headed to Cincinnati, with my dear sister Montana this time (although I forgot my “Tranny Poppins” umbrella).

(You will notice that dear sister Montana forgot to put on panties, and I did tell her I’d be ribbing her about it for ages to come.) I will admit that I did have a pretty damn good time. The highlight of the day, however, was after the parade on the way home, when we stopped at Big Boy’s in Loveland and all 14 of us poured out of the limo like troopers coming over the hill to stuff our faces. Still, I have complaints (would I be any less myself if I didn’t?). First and foremost IT WAS SUNDAY! What self-disrespecting, Betty-Ford-card-carrying queen wants to haul themselves out of bed at the crack of dawn for a parade? Not I, rest assured! Call me old-fashioned if you must! Second, the parade was forever long. It was an almost two hour parade, most of which was going through a neighborhood area, where all the straight people came out to sit in lawn chairs with their *shudder* children, to watch us all ooze past. I suppose that’s the one of the points of Pride parades/festivals, being cheered on by the heterosexuals, but still… not but a handful of queers were in sight, as they were all still abed, sleeping off the previous night’s debauch.

(I skipped Pride this past weekend, as the hubby and I were off on a mini-vacation to the super-mega-snobby-land of Connecticut, where everyone is better than you are, just by sheer proximity of living near Martha Stewart, Don Imus and Bill Murray, to visit a friend who lives there (and appears to feel that he fits in said snobsville like I fit into a size 6 pump.))

And finally, this coming weekend. We’re off to Columbus for the grande finale of our Pride tour. This weekend will find all three of us Wyrd Sisters (Alexis, Montana and I) huffing along in the parade and at the Somewhere Else (a Columbus bar) stage of the festival afterward. If you’re back in Dayton after the parade, come and suffer through the sore feet, back and head with me at Masque as I’ll be there doing my duties as the Mayhem Maven. Show time is 10:30 as usual.

Well I’ve finally updated my site. After a year-and-eight-months hiatus, I’ve decided to get my ass in gear and get my site together. Hopefully I haven’t lost too many of you in the interim. As always, stay tuned for more to come (and I do mean it this time… no, I really do… will you shut up, I’m serious! No, it’ll be easier for me to post now, so I will update it regularly…)