Our eye candy this week believe it or is not South American, but this guy still gets your Mistress's kitty purring and into overdrive! Meet Hazel! I have long been obsessed over this guy. I love a good mop top on a guy and a good mischievous look. And yes, He's tall, at 6' 4" handsome, sexy, curly haired, and seems quite confident with a lot to show off, and considering my obsession with him I'm surprised he wasn't offered in the Candy Shop before this! Hazel Hoffman, whose looks and perfect well-sculpted body ignites a room when he enters, or suggest he may be a naughty young God from Olympus. But trust me he is very real and far more than a gorgeous guy who takes a great photo. He transfers his photogenic qualities to "artistic films" and really knows how to put on a show. No wonder he broke out after For The Love of DILF'S. And not to mention this deliciousness hails from Middletown, where his family still lives... a hop, skip, and jump from the Casa du Borghese! Place orders while supplies last. Next time in town Hazel give me a giggle.
So in the meantime, we all know summer has ended, which is by far my favorite season. I mean, warm weather, sunny skies, summer gardens, sand, sea, half naked men, white jeans and short shorts....and THE HATS! Here at the Casa du Borghese, the houseboys and I love us a good hat!
And the Mistress loves a good huge hat, set of high heels, white jeans and cock-a-tail of course!
I too swear to be back to regular programing, or you can horse whip me. Ohhhhhh.
Now as is tradition as it is every year...the summertime sadness.
One of my favorite styles for drag is a good retro look with a huge bump style in the wig and this queen has it. Mocha is a 26 year old London based queen originally from Essex and just landed herself on the 8th season, already? of Drag Race season 8. In my opinion she doesn't need the show already gaining a huge following. Adore Mocha's look and she reminds me of the style of drag of my early club days, that drew me into drag in the first place. Mocha has a great cartoonish, yet vintage and showgirl inspired style with just the right amount of kooky twist. Her style is a blend of Soho perfection meets East London grit. And not only is she a marvel with the makeup brush...and even though she DESPISES sewing, she makes all her own ensembles not to mention the looks of many other drag queens. I think I need a trip to Madam JoJo's in Soho.
And for some reason not only does Mocha conjure early memories of my club scene, so does this new Madonna ditty. Take me right back to that sound. Mocha could turn this number.
While I'm terrible at pre posting post like Travel Penguin, this is my third prescheduled post, and by time this post the Mistress should be back from Rehoboth and a family Fourth of July picnic by way of Valley Forge. I may or may not find myself back up in New York City for Fleet Week, with three days to spare before heading to the Pocono's to the Woods Campground for the Drag Me to the Woods weekend. How much more could be going on in NYC and Philly? With what, World Cup games, Gay Pride festivities, America 250th Birthday Celebrations, Fourth of July holiday, and now Fleet Week all but in two weeks of each other??
I have always loved Fleet Week and common sense says to stay home the three days before the weekend, but men in uniform, live in person... damn it! Fleet Week celebrates the US Navy, Marines Corps, Coast Guard and Merchant Marines and the week-long event features a Parade of Ships, aerial flyovers, public ship tours, military demonstrations, and cultural festivities through the city. While many fantasize about sailors and seamen, they are practically worshipped by gay men, including myself. They are after all part of gay history, too. There is nothing like seeing all these men in uniform. We fantasized about the young men exploring their sexuality at sea, having ephemeral relationships in a blissfully naive period of their lives, and then docking in civilians' towns and having fun with us too. Several years back, I was up for Fleet Week with a bunch of the clan, and met a seamen named Jason. He was tall, blond, with a handsome, fresh face, and his smile was as fresh as his uniform... and what looked like a nice build of a body. The first night turned into a whole date weekend, and I and the clan showed him around NYC and showed him as much as we could, in between the very hot sex we had. I can remember vividly peeling his uniform off to this day. We actually stayed in touch for a few years after. Another year and time, I met a really sexy guy in the Navy at Boots and Saddles, who appeared to be by himself. After two hours talking and multiple libations, one of his other ship mates, who later came up to us, all went back to MM#1 Fans apartment at the time. The dear flipped me his keys and said have fun! We made tracks quick. After all, they needed to be back on the ship by 2am! I think that may have been the first time I was ever spit roasted and learned some fancy knot tying!! Never let it be said I don't entertain our boys and do my part to help with morale!!!
What... with it being Pride Month what would it be without letting ourselves go and dancing our asses off! In the tradition of our good friend and great ally, Anne Marie... and I being a creature of the night...it's time for Saturday Night Pride Dances! Listen or hit play while you're doing whatever it is your doing around the house....and just move children!
Take a Tuesday break with Chicago's Queen on the Year, Allura the Doll with her new dance song just releasing in time for Pride month! Along with Kara Mel Ville and Anya K Thundrkat at the iconic Roscoe's Tavern!
Did anyone notice if Sixpence was in there dancing???
It has been five years already since we, I, and the blogging community loss a swell person. Not much time goes by that I don't recall her, think of her, or when I hear someone say Fuck yeah, or any multitude of fucks in a sentence that I don't think about Anne Marie. She would be beyond massive heart attack if she were here now to see the current climate of the times. I had the pleasure of calling her a good friend, fellow gin guzzler, and loved our four-hour lunches. Many knew her name but may have never got the chance to meet her face to face...but one still was able to feel the spit fire, the warmness and the slap stick, humor sassiness, and feistiness in her spirit. She was an unforgetable force. From blogging community to knitting groups, to pubs, benefits, dance floors and dinner tables she touched many. Today is a little ode of songs in her honor and songs that remind me of her. Now if she were here, she'd say; Stop fucking talking for Christ sake and hit the fucking play button!!!!
Get up and Shake dat ass!!!!!!!!!
And yes, she may strike me dead for spilling some tea, but at one lunch she did indeed admit to the last song as her one and only ABBA song she liked. Or maybe it was just the gin talking. But it suits.
Don't let the current regimen ruin the holiday for those who the day is truly meant to be for. Today we should come together as a nation to honor and remember those who paid the ultimate price to protect country and freedoms.
What with the Devil Wears Prada 2 about to hit Friday...I have become completely obsessed with a song from the movie already hitting big. Lady Gaga, who I'm not the biggest fan, but will admit loving in this song and video, and Doechii have teamed up to deliver Runway, a very bold, high haute couture anthem with a bevy of safety gays from across the LGBTQ, some touches of ball, and club kid vibes. The video is jaw droppingly gorgeous!
If I never did drag before this would WANT to make me a drag queen. The high camp and nostalgia drenched fashion of the video mimics the precedent set by the forth coming film's press tour, and features Schiaparelli ball skirts and Givenchy leather capes, not to mention ode's to many pass and present fashion house!
Category is....Sass, Class and high-fashion Campery. darlings..
She got her Gemini Mixer with the funky cross-fader
And her two 12 hundreds just ready to let us have.
I walk into the joint
The club was jumping, people pumping they was grooving to the sound shaking booties to the ground
I looked up to the booth to see who was TERIN' off the roof.
Something different this Friday...just in time....to start the weekend off with. My good friend Bridget, or just Bridge, who is a phenomenally entertaining DJ in NYC, is a mix of old school disco and house. She is another reason I'll always have the club scene and dance in my blood and have some damn serious worship when it comes to the dance floor. I can and still do go out dancing and can go for hours. There is nothing like the club scene feel, which I doubt will ever leave my blood stream. She continues the legendary feel of the club scene from the 80-and 90's, and what I love the most...she is sometimes the show itself, while DJing, and being right down where the action is happening. This was from one of her sets back in February. Her motto- Come for the music. Be open to unfamiliar music and sounds. Respect one another. Face each other instead of the DJ. No phones allowed on the dance floor. Dress to express yourself...and DANCE your hearts out.
So while you're working, doing housework or just in the mood to dance when no one is watching just hit the play button darling...and tell me she is not an entertaining DJ! And trust, when I caught this, I was UP! Love ya girl!
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