Will There Ever be a Cure for this Disease?

I think Patsy Stone sums it up the best- " It's a disease called the Kardashians, they're spreading, like herpes, each one with their own reality show, there multiplying like head lice darling. Look at the fat one at the end, pretty soon she'll split like an amoeba, and become two Kardashians. And that looks like a boob, when in fact, it's just another Kardashian."

Seen Around Gay New Hope...........

As I mentioned before the Capital Street Duo, my good friends from Harrisburg, have been to visit the Casa twice now in the last month. The Dame is a avid collector of, well, lets just say everything, I don't have all night, I have a cock-a-tail awaiting. Oh, by the way, that is the Dame above with a mermaid statue, which overlooks the hamlet. When they visited, we spent both times in New Hope, a fun little hamlet. New Hope is just outside Philadelphia by 40 mins. But it is almost in the Casa's backyard. New Hope was originally settled as a artist colony, for the like that weren't welcomed in the usual circles. These days it is inhabited by open minded people, artists, musicians, tons of gays, drag queens, a small tranny community, (which held their monthly party at the Raven last weekend, but that's another story), actors from the Big Apple, and all kinds of odd characters that all have stories. See pool post from Monday. And everybody gets along! And there are just as many pubs, fine dinning places, galleries, vintage stores, vintage funeral shops, chic clothing boutiques and a hand full of sex shops!!! Where you can get anything!!!!! Lets have a look of some of these things I saw that day around this wonderful town., starting with the bargin of the day........

  Various signs outside of some of the shops..... hmmmmmmmmmm.

I find this window box very peaceful..

An oddity on the street......

Mutely, waiting for his owner getting coffee....

The main sign for Tear Drops Memories. I think the sign is clear what they carry. All and everything for funerals, caskets, skulls, bones, anything morbid having to do with death. Pretty cool shop. Bizarre, but cool!

Horse carriage by New Hope Playhouse. Not the Mistress's mode of transport. I've not taken to driving my own buggy yet.

Playhouse water fall

My favorite home in all of New Hope.

A hunk drive by.....and I didn't get shot!

Vintage enamel pins displayed like a window box....how clever...... these would also make for fabulous ear rings!

Broadmoor Antiques. Hands down my favorite antiques place. And the proprietor is quite the handsome hunk. He gave me just a few quick glances of a smile.

LOVE this urn filled with the sea shells. MUST HAVE!

The Swallows of Lambertville sign with detailed info. Get you minds out of the gutter!

The walk from New Jersey back to PA. Here is the Capital Street Duo, before going to receive dinner with the Mistress at the fabulous Marsha Browns. The Dame is on the right. She is a proper queen on how to carry her parcels! Meanwhile her handsome husband , I believe, is relieved he got out of this day cheap, with springing on two vinatge pillows the Dame saw.  Nevermind she didn't get the $5 box of matches!

So y'all, if anyone wants to come visit, as I told blogger pal Becca, the whole South wing of the Casa du Borghese is open and ready.....just drop me a telegram first! I want to make sure there are no under garments lying about first. Tootles!

It's a Daisy Chain here at the Casa du Borghese

Oh , now you know the game here at the Casa du Borghese, it is just one huge cycle, a chains of love type......

The bulter.......

.....who buggers the second footman....

......who buggers the driver...

....who buggers personal trainer...

......who buggers the pool boy...

......who buggers the lawn boy.......

......who buggers the nurseryman......

.....who buggers the stable boy......

Shall I go on? Have you ever wonder why there are so very few female staff at the Casa du Borghese. Just that gorgon of my social director, Anitia Moorecock. Otherwise the whole place is Sodom -by-the-sea.

Grande Dame

Sexcilia is among one of the first drag queens I fell in love with along with the Lady Bunny and Kitty Meow. A cross between one of Charlie's Angels and a James Bond girl, with a little Latina oomph, Sexcilia became known as a headliner in drag shows at Warsaw, the Delano and the salsa club Starfish all located in South Beach, where she reign queen for years. Reynaldo Pagan Rivera, the 33-year-old who transformed himself into Sexcilia, died Jan. 14 2004 from complications of acquired immune deficiency syndrome. Sexcilia took drag into completely different directions, where a lot of drags now want to look like real girls, want to sing typical dance songs. But there was nothing typical of Sexcilia. Though Sexcilia's signature disco-era fashions, exaggerated heels, curled eyelashes and black wigs often turned heads, it was his one-of-a-kind performances that were most unforgettable. Sexcilia transformed himself into whomever he was impersonating: Eartha Kitt, Nancy Sinatra or Celia Cruz. However, life away from the strobe lights, VIP entrances and velvet rope wasn't so glamorous for Pagan. Pagan, as he was known when not performing, grew up in Puerto Rico and came to Miami in the early 1990s with a college degree in fashion design, friends say. After he told his family he was gay, Pagan set out to create a new life -- and a new persona -- for himself in Miami Beach. In the early 1990s, when drag queens and club kids emerged as the ruling force of SoBe's blossoming nightlife, Sexcilia was born. Sexcilia took a liking to vintage clothing, big wigs and caked-on makeup. His petite, girlish figure, friends say, made his act quite believable. Dressing in drag often proved profitable for Sexcilia, who made at least $200 each time he appeared at a club, party or special event, Lancaster said. When there wasn't money involved, Pagan wouldn't become Sexcilia. In 1998, Pagan learned he had AIDS. Sexcilia continued appearing at various clubs, including Crobar each Sunday, to make money. In 2004, he developed breathing difficulties, and his health rapidly deteriorated. Even though Sexcilia is now gone, you can still sense her presence of the gay scene in South Beach!