THE MEAT RACK

As an avid sportsmen and spectator of sex, it will come as no surprise that I enjoy Fire Island. In particular the Meat Rack  I'm amazed when ever a gay man tells me he hasn't been to Fire Island or Ptown, both the quintessential East Coast towns that are still predominantly all gay. I feel every gay man should go visit and have fun at least once in one of these hedonism havens. Alas, the worst part is the travel getting there. Fire Island is a pain to get to. I take the train, to New York, then we fight traffic in NYC, and then Long Island, where we then hop a ferry, no not me, but an actual ferry, into Fire Island.  The ferry ride can be fun alone, and let the flirting begin I say!!!! Fire Island has a rule of no cars. The only vehicles you may see are the miniature fire engines and that's it. That's part of the charm of the island. It's all natural beaches and a network of boardwalks everywhere. We then have the two towns, the Pines, where the real handsome, circuit and muscule boys are, with the huge architectural and fabled beach houses....and Cherry Grove, the more "in town" vintage part of the island where most of the bar, restaurants and drag shows are,  more friendly,  and a mix of more community and a handful of straight people. In between we have the Meat Rack. A natural beauty of land, wooded, and very sandy and randy!!! If your looking to get off, this is like a bathhouse basically.  While the Mistress isn't a regular visitor there, I have in the pass been there as a voyager and a participant. This trip I took the Lad, since he never saw it, and as expected we had some hot sex, we are both not shy, so if anyone watched or joined in, that's the magic! Afterwards we took the walk through to Cherry Grove. 

If these trees could talk, the nonsense they've seen!!!!! I was telling the Lad that the Meat Rack on a full moon night, can be quite magical of places. The moonlight, the sandy ground, the trees, and the outline of others walking by, or the movements of noise and grunts. Ah, the magic of the Meat Rack.

Just go in girls. the waters fine!!!!!

And here, look... the trees are marked  for us, so cocksuckers can find their way, no matter what time, day or night. No cocksucker will ever be left behind here.

I've learned gay men will have sex anywhere. Outdoor sex is very fun and thrilling. If there is a bush, their is two gay men jerking off behind, so if you do ever tour the meat rack watch where you walk dears. There are even pails scattered about to dispose of condoms. So there you have it,  just a small history of Cherry Grove and the Pines. 

Now just to keep it a smig wholesome and pg for some readers,  the deer are also famous on the island. We encountered quite a few stags and doe's when we left the meat rack. And their quite friendly!

Even hand fed one some of these green weed like things with berries, they seemed to really like them

And I threw this in for just pure gratuity. An exsample of meat. Nice meat I may add. A bearded hottie with Kitty Litter at a house party. He may be who we encountered in the meat rack, but I will need to see some identifying mark to make sure.

Now excuse me, I must make sure the houseboys are getting laundry done for the next trip.

SUMMER POSTCARD #8

It's been a swell Fire Island Trip, sunning the gams, been nice to kick my legs up. But at this pool....

I found it odd, that on the island of fire, apparently Divine is not welcome.

Weird. Then there was the birthday of a resident queen, but with no drag provisions, one must do drag on a dime. Not even, Found objects from around the house. My mood that night....

 THEN..... there was this ditty, my favorite of the summer. A old song by Hazel Dean with an incredibly catch house remix. I've heard it at Fire Island and again this weekend at the Woods Campground..... I haven't been able to get enough of it. I dare you to sit still listening to it.

COME JOIN THE PARTY

Yes yes, we're still on holiday and this is a recording. Yet again time gets away from one, and yet again, I'm away for another milestone....this little ole dump this week turned 12 I was reminded!!!! 

Let's Celebrate!!!!!!

Twelve years ago today, my good friend and sister Mame, AKA David Dust inspired me to start blogging, and I never thought 12 years later I'd still be doing it, or people would still be reading. I can still remember, David, Coco De Mere, the Dogs Mother and Mark in Delaware were my first readers, followed by the likes of the Empress, Cali Boi and Pearly Gates,  and most of them are still here!!! They deserve awards just for that!!! Over the years, my blog has helped me open up and not be so shy about my body. At one time I was only comfortable in drag. It also serves as a diary of sorts, so one day I can look back and see what was I doing then. While I still feature and share post about fellow drag queens, and drag related things, we have branched out to feature everything but the kitchen sink, as I enjoy a myriad of things to share and thoughts to put out there.  Or just my silly non sense that makes Duchess Deedles say Huh? Since then we have talked about a ton of sex, seen many houseboys, had to many headers to mention, went on many trips, and have seen many a Buster and  bird post.  But to be precise we have seen...118 Buster appearances, 638 drag queens and related post, that's AOT of Aqua Net and Lashes y 'all…. we visited the Candy Shop 289 times and have seen 51 houseboys and 413 hunks. That's a lot of cock y' all!!! The biggest surprise to come out of this over the years, is just how many of you I have met, which I never expected to meet anyone over a blog. Now that is cool. And those people have turned into good, swell friends. But then I feel like I know everybody that stops in here, and in a way, you all are like my extended circle of friends. So.... here I am,  12 years later,  and heading toward 2.7 million page visits. Makes me wonder who is reading all these musings and limericks of a middle aged gay queen? But I do know I'm grateful to have met you all. Your comments always make my day. But for now....grab a cock-a-tail....

LET'S CELEBRATE...BOTTOMS UP BITCHES!!!!!!

And this song fits our theme, one of my favorites..... so lets dance with Queen Madge. I only hope I can move that good at that age. I may try some of these moves at tea dance tonight.

SUMMER POSTCARD #20

Greetings from Fire Island! The Lad, MM#1 Fan and myself showed our better sides.

Well, they do say Sun's out, Bun's out!!! Nothing like a good ocean sand surf exfoliate.

Hope y'all are well.

💋

SUMMER POSTCARD #16

The current mood today....

Tootles!

AV REVOIR, POUR L'INSTANT

Yes, dear ones....us bitches are off again for the seaside's!!!!

The clan and I are off for stops at that lovely little spigot of land known as Provence Town, and then wrapping around to the magical island of Fire! With much packing,(and I know what your thinking...how hard is it to pack tee's and square cuts and some unmentionables) I didn't have time to make my rounds, and with work upon getting back, then rolling off to Rehoboth Beach and two more dates in the Poconos, I may not be back till after Labor Day. I'm even taking Miss Moorecock, but if she doesn't behave, I'm pushing her off the whale watch!!!  I have one post scheduled and will post here and there if I have time.

But worry not, with the houseboys gone too, my dear Jake was kind enough to come watch the Casa du Borghese, to float in the pool with you and share his large melon......

And hit a few balls with you and give lessons on my lovely courts!

Enjoy the rest of summer!

Tootles for now💋

SUMMER PLEASURES

I don't know about you, but summer is my all time favorite season. While their all beautiful in their own way and reasons, summer for me is it. I love the seaside, the mountains and the glamping, the heat and sun on my skin, the crickets and katydids in the trees at night chirping, the longer daylight and the open air of the abode. And let's face it, men wear much fewer clothes!!!!!!! So far, I have only used my air about four times.  About a week or two ago fellow blogger and all wise Dr Spo had a clever post about  Without which summer is wasted...things that are a must to do before summer ends and things we remember from years past that just made summer. And Spo is right too, once summer is over, they just aren't the same. So Spo  is what inspired this post. One of the first things I love in the summer are my plaid shirts! I love me my plaid!

Pimm's Cock-a-tails

Pimm's cock-a-tails are a must for me for day drinking. They are light , refreshing in hot temps, and wont dehydrate you like other beverages. I usually make mine in a highball, filled with ice. About half the glass filled with Pimms topped off with iced tea and then add an array of fruit which will add further flavor. These were with blueberries. I have in the past used cucumber and strawberries together, or orange slices. VERY REFRESHING. The Raven keeps a bottle just for me, since they usually don't stock it.

And speaking of boozy fun....

Another summer must are my Boozy Adult Pops!!! You can read and get the recipe here.

Cotton Candy

It's always been a pretty thing to see. And fascinating to watch put on the stick. I haven't had it in years, most times now my teeth hurt just looking at it. But this year I may have to break down and try a little piece for shits and giggles. But in summers of youth, it was a staple of mine at the beach and carnvials.

Salt Water Taffy

When I was young and we went to the beach, my grandmother and I would go off, play skeet ball and then go for some salt water taffy. She loved it. While it did practically take her dentures out, she still braved it and ate it. While P-town is famous for it's lovely, award winning fudge shops, it's when I go to Rehomo Beach that I get the Taffy at the lovely Dolles. I never get a whole box anymore, but I do  get myself a little sample bag of their flavors. Brings back such find memories.

Lightening Bugs

I captured this little fellow on the porch one afternoon. I later moved him to a Hosta leaf, in fear someone would step on him. Nothing says mid summer night like lightening bugs. I feel like they are very brief around these parts. But when they do come out, it's magical to watch them light up the night since it's so dark where I live. I can remember running around with neighbor kids capturing them. My father bought me one of those containers you could put them in, but with a plastic leaf in them and holes for air, but the poor things always died. It also reminds me of the first time I was outraged when kids would kill  a living thing just because. They would crush them and then smear the glowing liquid across the pavement. It's also the first time I knocked a boy on his ass for doing it.

Carousel

This year, when I head to the beach I have told myself I'm going to take a carousel ride. Another good memory from childhood. In the summer my mother would often take me on afternoons to Williams Grove Park, which is now long gone, which had a few amusements rides and a picnic area. We'd have lunch there, then she and I would take a spin on the carrousel.. I used to love all the lights, the carnival music playing, the up and down motion, and the different animals you could ride... the big decision was always what animals would have the honor to be ridden. It was my grandmother who would always take me to one at the beach.

Divinity

Divinity is one of those old school candies. Both of my grandmothers and my aunts all had a candy dish filled with jujube divinity in the summer. I hadn't had it in years, till I saw it in the Vermont Country Store catalog this summer. As one can see from above, I rectified that. Soooooo damn good. And I dare anyone to stop at one piece.

Chicken Corn Soup

I'm not a huge soup eater in the summer, but one tradition my family had every year was my grandmother's Corn Soup picnic. Tons of family and friends members of her church came far and wide for her famous Chicken Corn Soup. Deep chicken and sweet corn flavors make this soup memorable. And her corn always came from a local farm market called Strites Orchid in Harrisburg. While me and my mother have her recipe, I think we made it once in the 22 years since my grandmother's  passing. But the smell, and taste and all the good times at those picnics bring about some great summer memories. 

Square cuts

Of course...no summer is complete without my square cuts and swim trunks. I may be upwards of about 40 now. It's hard to select just one print. And they make packing light. A few of these and tees in a brown bag and off one goes!!!

What's your summer pleasure or things you miss?

LATE NIGHT..JACKIE & SHERRY

If you have not caught a Jackie Beat and Sherry Vine Battle of the Bitches Show, you are missing an evening of highbrow insults, filth and hilarity. The jist, the crowd picks songs and the two come up with words to parody picked song. Here is a video the two sick minds did to Sonny and Cher's I Got You Babe.

I say brilliant.

FROM THE CANDY SHOP

As regular visitors to the Casa du Borghese will tell you, it will come as no surprise this current tasty morsel in the Candy Shop today., as I love me my South American mens!!! 

Guilherme Everton Ferreir floats my boat.  Not only is he in fine physical condition, and I'm sure will make me melt with his words....aye papi...... he hails from Rio de Janeiro where as can be guessed, likes to work out. But Guilherme is actually a talented jewelry designer and a photographer!!!!  I tell you he has me addicted already. Just think of the fun we could have looking at and playing with his baubles? I like baubles. And a guy filling out a swim suit. Looks like he's pack for the Casa du Borghese as we speak. I don't know what power these men have, but there is not one yet not to  capture my attention. I'm sure he could also show me his good techniques for measuring for ring size.

Because it's always so worth another look.

SO CLEAR

Oh my god, It is so clear now.

Madeline Kahn never really died after all...she just became Lisa Loeb!

THE PALM HOUSE

While in Vienna, Warbucks and I decided to get dressed one day for a change. We were going to take the day to  huh, relax, but decided one can have only so much exercise. On the day we toured the Schonbrunn Palace you can see in this post, we also saw the Palm House there on the grounds and is worth looking more into in it's own post.

One of the world’s oldest palaces, Schönbrunn, was built on land that dates back to the Middle Ages. Located in Vienna, Austria, the Schönbrunn used to be an imperial summer residence. However, before that, a mansion known as Katterburg, was built there in 1548. Schönbrunn means beautiful spring and was named for an artesian well located on the grounds. The well provided water for the Holy Emperor Maximilian II and his court who resided there starting in 1569. In addition to lush, colorful gardens and the Palace, this site also has a unique conservatory known as the great Palm House.

The scale of the building is mind blowing.

The Palm House conservatory is one of four greenhouses that occupy Schönbrunn Palace Park. The present Palm House was built by metalworker Ignaz Gridl between 1880 and 1882 and was designed by Franz von Segenschmid with the help of structural engineer Sigmund Wagner. The last of its type to be built in Europe, the great Palm House was designed using the most modern technology of the time. With a length of 111 meters, a width of 28 meters and a height of 25 meters, the great Palm House conservatory is the largest glass house (45,000 glass sheets!) on the European continent.

The planning of the Palm House took von Segenshmid several years and entailed visits to Glasgow, Brussels and, in particular, the Kew Gardens in London. The large collection of botanicals collected by the imperial family, after circumnavigation of the globe by Archduke Maximilian became possible, prompted the commission of the conservatory.The great Palm House conservatory has 45,000 glass tiles and 2 annexes. The annexes, one on the north side, and one on the south, serve as a cold house and a hothouse. Each pavilion is separated by alternating curved convex/concave iron sheets. A cold house is much like a greenhouse but it relies solely on the sun for its heat. Therefore, the cold house contains plants that can handle colder temperatures. Conversely, a hothouse is always warm and is used for growing plants that cannot tolerate cold. I enjoyed immensely all the butterflies too, and I could have sworn a episode of Rosemary and Thyme was filmed here once?

It was like the garden of Eden, maybe we should have stayed naked?

Now when I said Palm House what did you think it would be about?