Back to work day, Monday that is. Last night was mellow. Bill called a couple of times, totally stressed. His mother’s is not doing so well mentally and insists on fighting or arguing with Bill on most points. He’ll tell her that they’ll be doing such and such and then an hour or so later freaks out and asks him all over again about the same topic. Short term memory is shot. Bill was quite edgy, calling me from the park across the street from the nursing home where Bill’s father is, needing to get away from his mother if only for a few minutes. He’s sleeping over here tonight for the first time in about a week. He’s been sleeping on a fold out sofa bed which has that lovely bar, designed to crush your spinal cord, leaving you bent over the entire next day.

Had to go back to work today which wasn’t so bad if I look at it as something to do and get paid for doing it. My workload has increased since Carla the ex-receptionist changed her name to Emalee and decided to design head wear for Foot Locker. As long as she doesn’t have to wear a referee’s striped jersey, she’s fine with it. Most everyone was in the office today which was sort of like a homecoming. It was a crisp autumn day again but as afternoon came it was in the 70 degree range. A few errands to run including a swing past the door man with the mustache I envy.

Read a couple of blogs today, signed a few more petitions. Read on the Huffington Post that Barack Obama was going on a barn storming tour with Donnie McClurkin, fabled ex-gay, no friend of gay people, and Donnie goes down the road equating homosexuality to pedophilia. If it’s true and it seems to be, that would make the second democratic candidate that I’ve dropped so far.

First dropped was John Edwards who said he’s not for same sex marriage, so it was goodbye to John Edwards. Now, it’s Barack Obama. Are they driving me into the arms of Hillary Clinton. I saw her once on the street and said hi a few years ago and she wished me a Happy New Year since it was the first week of the year back then but that’s no reason to vote for someone is it?. I do have issues with her husband what’s his name.
Mr. Defense of Marriage Act. A big, hearty fuck you to him.

Chatted with Juan a bit today online. He’s trying to figure out a costume to wear while he camps it up with his boyfriend this weekend. The sailor outfit is out, due to the fact another couple that’s going to be there does the sailor look every year. He was leaning towards a sexy policeman. That got me thinking, even though I don’t plan on going to any parties or trick or treating, I bought a wrestling mask, like Mil Mascaras used to wear back in his professional wrestling days. Mil Mascaras means ‘a thousand masks in Spanish. Sometime when Mil would wrestler, his opponent would try to unmask Mil, only to find, another mask, underneath the original! My idea is to wear the wrestling mask with a suit and tie, preferably smoking a cigar. I think it would make a good image, very Love and Rockets.

Here’s some pics. Bon appetit!

Really getting into the job

I love his moustache. I plan on getting a closer picture someday.

The wrestling mask. M is for Mil Mascaras!

Here’s the linkage for that Huffington Post article:
cut n’paste please

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/earl-ofari-hutchinson/obama-should-repudiate-an_b_69244.html