IN THREE WORDS

 In this feature, I'll share a weekly guest with you all, and you tell me,

 in only three words what comes to mind.

In Three Words...

John Lennon

THE "TEA" WINNERS

It's been busy around the Casa du Borghese trying to get caught up on things since being back, and it almost slipped my mind about the Pride tee shirt give- away!!!! The names of the interested when into the ole cock-a-tail shaker tonight, and well, let's say my suitor for the night pulled the names. 

And the winners are of the sizes they wanted....

Travel Penguin

Dawn the Boeheim

Mahogany Empress

Savy

Selina Es Titties

Tattoo Geek

Jacoby McGinty

Cali Boi

If you read this and I don't have your deets, please email me at mistressborghese@yahoo.com with your address and I will make sure to get this out to you, with maybe a bit of something extra!!! It is protest season after all!!!! I will also reach out to you on your blog if you have one also, or text you. If anyone is also interested in one, I have one Medium, and two Large left. First come first served. Leave a comment to this post if you'd want one while supplies last. The last three will be given to the order of the first three comments of those interested. Remember 1-Medium and 2 -Large left.

Congrats to the winners, and as always thanks for playing.

* the pec, nipples, and briefs not included.

DOGGIE STYLE & FOOTLONGS

And I bet you thought this post was going to be about the Mistress's sexual proclivities? We passed this place in Rehoboth Beach going to the beach one day. And it smelled wonderful and decided we had to have lunch there when we came off the beach for lunch. I admit while view the menu on the window, watching two very hot daddies eating foot longs helped make the decision, and gave me some naughty mind fodder for later. The place only serves foot longs...hot dogs and sausages, so I was in. The menu was a hoot.

The family that owned the place was great. Run by Javier and Aurea Quereguan and his kids and grandkids. Moved here from Latin America, were very welcoming and had great sense of humors. The place started from a food truck and also serves, Mexican, Venezuelan and Puerto Rican plates. The whole family worked there together, and they only had about 10 tables, and once opened they were busy as hell. Upon entering we were promised a full body experience. Since I don't do anything little, I went with one called a spit roast dog. When I order it, the father yelled out, we have a spit roast! To which one of the very hot sons came out and asked it I wanted it between the buns! Of course I do! I also ordered a Coke, to which the other son asked if I wanted it in the can? I replied no, I'll take it right here.

My selection was not within shot of the picture I took. But it was a thick footlong, with spit roasted peppers, onions and tomatoes, with a spice sauce over it. And for inquiring minds before the end of the trip I did go back and enjoy one of the anacondas. 

What can I say, I'm a size queen.

BEACH DAZED

You have no idea how much I was looking forward to getting away on vacation. Especially what with the goings on of the current administration and the other half still licking wounds. Traveling and getting away may be the only way to balance oneself again. If I was home and never traveled, I think I'd go nuts. I know, a short trip for me, right? But I digress. The beach for me is always my favorite place to go to feel free, relax, and get rejuvenated. Nothing like hearing the sea, smelling it, and feeling the sand under foot. Getting Thrasher French Fries with salt and vinegar, and enjoying some famous Dollies Saltwater Taffy. So, Rehoboth Beach was a very good respite after the hoopla of the gay pride festivities in NYC. Rehoboth is also making a rebound I feel...the pendulum seems to be swinging back to being more gay again. While not as gay as say Ptown or Fire Island, it is pretty gay and very gay friendly. The restaurants are incredible, there are no less than five different weekly drag shows, with guest queens from all over, and not drag race queens, but legends, like Coco, Bunny, Sherry Vine, Miss Richfield and the one who inspired me to start drag, Champagne Douglas. There is also 5 gay bars and dance clubs. Imagine? I danced my ass off for three hours at Deigo's Hideaway our first Saturday night. And the shopping?!?! Such stylish boutiques and shops, with clothing with some flair.  If you ever get the chance, check this gem of a beach out. And I highly recommend staying at the Rehoboth Guest House, run by a gay couple I know from the Woods Campground, Frank and Garrett. The rooms are unique, attention to every detail, a full-on, full-service breakfast every morning, with everything under the sun you could ask for, wonderful, friendly and attentive staff, freshly made Chocolate chip cookies all day, and a fully stock 24-hour coffee and tea bar, beautiful courtyard and grounds. Don't want to head to the beach? They have chaise lounges up on the second level for sunning. Excellent location right within blocks of all the action, and the gay beach, Poodle Beach.

I already have my next two stays booked their already for autumn and next summer. And take a gander at what I'm taking about with my favorite place.

Apparently in Rehoboth one can only get and give head in the parking only!

ADORED the trompe-l'oeil on the front of this house. 

I heard of Beach Bunnies but never actually saw one!!! I just had to get a snap and send it to Tundra Bunny. After I took the picture, that rabbit was rolling around in the sand having a high ho time. And speaking of ho's, a new square cut that matched a vintage tank perfectly.

The only problem staying at the guest house is all the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. And the blueberry pancakes that the house manager made for me remembering me saying I enjoyed them, not to mention made me special, some sausages when I got down to breakfast late and they were gone... and even brought them out to the courtyard for me. What a delight...and a wicked juice mixologist she was. It's a wonder that square cut wasn't cutting off my circulation kids.

And if your reading this and go and stay there tell them Maddie sent you.

MOOD BOARD

 

It just can't be Monday. It just can't! After two and half weeks off kids, it's back to work today. But how bad can it be? It's only three weeks till the next jaunt and more vacation time. And it's overcast, which makes it all the more hard to get up and ready. A nice time was had with a start at the Gay Pride festivities with the clan in NYC, followed by 8 days at the seaside and rounded out with a weekend trip at the Woods up in the Poconos. Very much relaxed and was nice to be offline for the most part...next to no news. But fear not, much happened while away. The old hypocrite Jimmy Swaggart kicked the bucket. Good. And the Dump and his minions continued to wreak havoc and pass their damn Big Ugly Bullshit Bill. Curses. And Rosie O'Donnell sent the Dump a rip roar of a response to him. Chuckles. And one of my Patron Saints, Dame Anna Wintour announced she was finally stepping down as Editor in Chief of Vogue. But this isn't the end. Oh no. She is going to have even more say and power within Conde Nast and I'm sure will still have her two cents in the mag, not to mention will still host the Met Gala. I say good on her!!! And one of my favorite things was when I got a few pics on my phone from Warbucks who was in the massive crowd in Budapest on defying a government ban that marked a major pushback against LGBTQ rights in the European Union. He sent me incredible pictures on the Liberty Bridge, which he showed me on my trip there, and was in awe of the huge crowd on the bridge and filling the streets. The good people of Budapest are to be applauded for giving such a huge middle finger. I will add that Budapest was a very lovely and stunning city, and a trip I enjoyed.

But it's Monday.

TWO TONS OF FUN

Well, the Mistress got in yesterday, but for one day, as tomorrow I'm leaving again up at, and my first of three shows on weekends of the season, at the Woods Campground. So, I will be back to regular posting on Monday. But couple of days ago I saw a swell mini docu on The Weather Girls. I have always adored Martha Wash and Izora Armstead, who started as back-up singers. The clip is truly from a different time in 1980. Today, I don't think many shows would feature footage of overweight gals eating. Then again, I doubt if the girls minded--their name was then Two Tons of Fun, and the segment was probably arranged by their publicist. Izora always seemed like a hoot, and Martha has the prettiest face, and she went on to a pretty big solo singing career of her own, not to mention lent her vocals to C&C Music Factory and Black Box. I don't care how they look when they sound so heavenly. You can believe if I have to put together a DJ list, one of their songs will make the list. And I'm sorry, no one, Todrick or RuPaul can ever come near the original It's Raining Men, in sound, vocals or the god awful cheap campy look of the video.

And of course, they got a name for themselves after Sylvester used them as his backup singers.

SUMMER POSTCARDS

 As we have two days left, some summer postcards...

Pimm's Cup

A candid shot of the Mistress on the boardwalk.

Drag pal, Magnolia Applebottom in Rehoboth always on point.

Drag March at NYC Pride. With our very own Fat Sissy right at the front line!

Now what trouble can I get into with two days left?