Lady just now said in front of my kids she refused to ride elevator w the likes of me.
Should have seen my kids faces.
I told her God loved her anyway.
Aging is weird. I must have spent a lot of time with older gay men who found me both tiresome and hot. Iβm grateful to these men. I am now only tired. But still open to hot young men.
There needs to be a rage room where itβs just a place where youβre a faggot and you wanna sing broadway at the top of your lungs. Oh. Just kidding. Itβs my living room.
I heard my momβs voice today. In a dream obviously. She was on speaker phone saying something about some friends of hers trying to get her to go to Spago. I laughed. She invited me and I turned her down. Then I woke up. I miss you George. Letβs go to Spago.