I was sitting down to do my FFF, but then Marc pulls this prize out of nowhere. We started playing some vinyl jewels and got lost in music for the rest of the night.

I still say that this album is in the top 5 most important rock albums ever recorded.



1) London Calling

2) Brand New Cadillac

3) Spanish Bombs

4) Lost In The Supermarket

5) Clampdown

5a) Train In Vain

5b) Guns of Brixton...thanx Prank

Meetings that last for more than 3 hours last two hours too long in my opinion. Halfway through the meeting with our sleezoid corporate attorneys this afternoon in their sleezoid posh Buckhead digs, I gotta tell ya all I was thinking about was the Pride Festival about to kick off.

They were spouting some insanity about how we could fuck over the landlord on some loophole in the Nashville lease, and I was acting as if i was paying attention, but was actually thinking about whether or not my new opera length gloves would be too hot to wear tonight. Hey...Atlanta Pride kicks off tonight. Let's get our priorities straight here, people! LOL

Screen On The Green kicked off and homaged Pride tonight with a showing of Breakfast At Tiffanys under the stars here in Piedmont Park. This week's Screen On The Green each year has unofficially been dubbed "Queens On The Green". LOL

One of the things I love about Pride is that I get to reconnect with all my peeps that have flung themselves all over the globe, but come back to Atlanta for this weekend every year. It's like a big ol' homecoming and family reunion.



Lil Brother "Hot Pocket" and Big Brother "T" dishing up a year's worth of pent up dirt on our friends. We are evil.



Biggie T rockin it Audrey style.



Marc rockin it Audrey style.



Biggie and RP...who I have known since dinosaurs walked the earth. He and his old man have been together for 22 years now and joined the army of northern transplants to Florida years ago. Our motto..."We know too much dirt on each other...we HAVE to stay friends"



Biggie now with a little wine in his belly and rockin the full Audrey.

This is how it rolls up in here this weekend. I'll catch yall on the flip.

Happy Pride, yall!

Peace, T.

****The Pretenders "Precious"

Objects are closer than they appear.
Organisms crushed between plates of glass are no longer animated.
Real life is not captured within a single frame...squashed, splayed, and supposed.



I want to smash the mirror and look beyond it at your sweet face.
I want to smash the glass plate ceiling.
I want to smash the glass wall between my prisoner and my conjugal visitor.
I want to run, not walk.
I want to run so fast that I fall breathless to the ground and am face to face again with the sweet scent of a bent but not broken Heliotrope blossom that follows nothing but the sun overhead.

I do not want to walk and fall, just for the sake of walking and falling anymore.

I'm ready to run again. I'm ready to fall again.

Running... and falling... at the same time.

I like that much better. I like that now more than ever.

I love you Marc.

I love you now more than ever.

Ok so...Screen on the Green at Piedmont Park is showing "Breakfast At Tiffany's" for this week's Thursday night offering under the stars. They always choose to screen some sort of gay-iconic-ish "gay-pleasin'-ish" gayed-out film this week every year, as a nod to the kick off of Pride Weekend.

I just checked in at the website for the festival and saw that they, and the city of Atlanta are ramping up for an anticipated attendance of 400,000 people for the various events here for the weekend. This is THE big party of the summer here in the ATL.

As I am driving around in town I am already seeing shops and restaurants all around midtown putting out rainbow flags and "gaying up" the display windows and lobbies. Too freaking funny. Gay dollars hollah. We are perceived in the fitful econ meat-grinder as one big frivolous spending machine.

I aint an "A" list gay guy anymore and I am fine with that. When I was younger, it would have fucking killed me if I didn't get an invite to the private party of the season during Pride. That stuff seems so silly to me now.

So...anyway...I get off on the simple and real experiences of the weekend now, and I'm good with that. A reflection about... and a nod to... the men and women that got us to the point. They fought our battles. They put themselves out there and said "OK, deal with this truth...now just freakin chill"

So anyway...I always get a kick out of the parade being fronted by the "Dykes on Bikes" and their Harley antics and noise and laughter. I get a lump in my throat when I see the mass ensemble that seems to go on for blocks of the gay veterans in their uniforms from the World Wars, Korea, Vietnam, and Desert Storm. You know I cheer like a freak when the "Diggin Dykes of Decatur"...a local lesbian garden club, comes through with their elaborately decorated garden hats and their synchronized toy lawn mower routines.

And then when the gay sports clubs come through with those hotties on their trucks and floats...oh nevah mind yall! I jus' gotta say right up in here...Atlanta has the hottest guys in the universe. Awwww yeah. LOL

It's about to happen. This is so much fun.

So...anyway....what I really wanted to tell you is that we are planning a big ol' throwed down lay-out on the east meadow of Piedmont Park for the "Breakfast At Tiffanys" screening Thursday.

Get this shit...we are inviting as many peeps as we can. We are bringing crystal candelabras and breakfast stuff. We are obssessing this.

Me? I haven't decided just how "Audrey" I am gonna rock it for this partay. Oh yes...A tiara, black shades, and opera length gloves for sure...I mean come on! That may be the extent of it...butcha nevah know. I promise some pics, anyway.

I actually had intended to tribute Audrey in this post, but the A.D.D. got the best of me. She's a goddess to me. I mean, just look at her. The ideal. Innocent and wise at the same time. Strong and vulnerable at the same time. And drop dead gorgeous and aware.

Lemme throw down about her and the Audrey Hepburn Children's Fund a little later. I'm obssessing (<-I am sure that is spelled wrong) about shopping for my tiara, pearls and opera gloves for the party right now.

T

PolarB posted the gorgeous lyrics and a beautiful, heartfelt essay based on "The Promise" by Tracy Chapman. This is one of the most bittersweet love songs ever recorded.

Her blog was one of the very first I read that first weekend I jumped into the stream. She was one of the first to comment on mine. I'll always go to the Inner Sanctum for a dose.

http://innersanctum.blogstream.com/

The song is one that I want you all to listen to.  I've put up these vids of the song so you can hear it. The first is a straight vid...the second contains scenes from Brokeback Mountain for the more "adventurous". 

Both are beautiful and tug at the ol' heartstrings...due to the song they are set to.  Enjoy either or both. 

Thank you PolarB for reminding me about this jewel.