A BRIEF HALLOWEE'EN TOUR

It's been a while since we had a little walk around the Casa du Borghese. What a better time to have some small peeks into my sanctuary then at Hallowe'en time. Our tricks or treats was last night, so I Ieft work a tad early to do some things around the house. People at work were griping about Halloween and decorating and such, and I have no idea why since they don't decorate or "do" Halloween. I myself love most holidays but Halloween and Thanksgiving are my two favorites. But remember when Halloween meant running the entire neighborhood until your legs gave out and mischief night? You would carefully take weeks to select your boxed costume, have a pillowcase or cute bucket to collect the candy and a crew of you would go out and were to be home by 10pm. You'd hit every house, rank them by their candy. Full size candy bars were legends. The house with boxed raisins? Not so much. Then you'd trade candy on the livingroom floor like Wall Street brokers and wake up November 1st with a sugar hangover. I feel sorry for kids these days never knowing the magic of the Halloween night, the decorations and such.  Now? Kids get chauffeured house to house like tiny celebrities. Parents idle at the curb, or they go to this weird trunk or treats in a parking lot where buckets are filled in 15 minutes. Efficient? Sure. Magical? Nope. And in the neighborhood like here last night, it now only goes from 6-8pm!!! WHAT? At least the kids made an effort. I have some friends in neighborhoods where teens show up not even dressed up, or the little ankle biters aren't even dressed. At least the ones I saw here last night were cute and they seemed to be having fun.And for the love of the Goddess Halloween lands on a Saturday this year...so there is no excuse to not have tricks or treats that night, plus it's not a school night! I will continue to embrace the magic.

Upon getting home I did some branch and leaf burning in the firepit...or was a conjuring the dead? Then it was off to get the beggers candy bags ready.

One of my favorite rooms...the living room. Warning ahead. Sophie is a photo bomber. My sofa is comfy but the desk and the chair next to it are my go to places to be.

Love the ginger jar from the Arhaus Dynasty. There is another one that sat with this one but I don't know what Ms.Moorecock did with it. "Ms Moorecock,Anita! What are you hiding in the corner for? What did you do with the other Arhaus ginger jar?" "Don't you remember, you lush? You crashed it." "What do, what do you mean I crashed it?" "Don't you remember that happy hour weeks ago you got carried away with the houseboys and gin? We had to send it out to the restorers." "Oh this is ridiculous, it should have been here for this brief tour."

A few touches of Hallows in the kitchen.

In the spare bedroom are these works of art. These are from the talents of blog buddy Ms. Scarlet who hails from the UK and is very talented with her beautiful calligraphy and colleges. Yes, Ms Scarlet, I even framed the envelope!

And of course you heard the Mistress loves her juice. And here's the "juice bar". Oh. excuse me a minute. "Ah... Ms. Moorecock! Ms. Moorecock, there's not enough juice out here, I'm talking about the juice we keep in the house. It's quite barren if I have to say." Well let's keep moving.

Then we have the boudoir, my favorite room, where the Mistress also like to slumber, read, and I do some of my best entertaining and wheeling and dealing. Never mind the murderess on the bed.

A view of the front porch last night. I craved two pumpkins and I'll have you know I even roasted the pumpkin seeds with several spices and truffle oil. They were fabulous!

Well kids, thanks for joining in on this Hallows tour! I say embrace Halloween. But for now, I have only one thing to say.....

HENDRICKS!!!!!!!!

FAIRYLAND

Look at the sunset taken from The Belvedere Hotel.

It had been two summers since I last visited Fire Island, the undisputed, glitter-dusted matriarch of the LGBT beach resorts. The place where heteronormativity goes to die and drag queens go to thrive. The whole island is a great time, but our clan this time was staying in Cherry Grove, who thanks to Preston got us three rooms at the Belvedere thanks to a connection. If you get the chance to go...GO! I said every gay person could benefit from a trip here once. I just adore it. The place is so special...all the troubles left outside from the world and then for this moment on the island for everybody to forget about it all and let loose. Because we have to have balance, otherwise the world is a misery, and I do believe serenity and peace are found on this island and the dances floors here. Everyone here has a good time and that's what it is all about...there is unity, and freedom and fun and festivity here. And if the Pines is the polished gym-sculpted young buff brother, Cherry Grove is the eccentric fun-loving aunt who mixes a pitcher of martinis at 1pm and has a story about Studio 54. It's lovely...you take a ferry there and one can ride a ferry that whole time there if you choose! There are no cars...just sand and a labyrinth of wooden boardwalks and an intoxicating sense of absolute freedom. You can wear a gown into town, a speedo to dinner or absolutely nothing at all on the clothing optional beaches.

Only on Fire Island

Pearly playing bartender, or just standing there.

Preston getting demure

My gams!

The Lad in our doorway. With perky nipples.

My unexpected delight to see ginger Brody! First time I met a reader naked. Took my breath away. That is all I'm saying on that!

Ah and darling, you want to talk the Meat Rack? Now we are getting to the truly legendary untamed heart of the island. The Grove is the open-air theater, the Pines is the runway, and the meat rack is the seedy backstage dressing room where the real magic, and mischief happens! Since the 1950's the meat rack has reigned supreme as the world's most famous, historic and delightfully racy and scandalous cruising ground of them all. And they ain't there looking at sea views darlings! It's a must!

Preston, the Lad, Brody, MM#1 Fan and myself came upon this in the meat rack!!!! The guy, Fred was kind enough to let me make him blog fodder! Another guy came along and that turned into quite the scene, while we enjoyed the popcorn. Or something like that.

Love this place. A great way to end the summer with the whole clan and joined by blog reader Brody for a meat up, huh.... I mean meet up, yes, hehe, and Pearly, who jumped Ptown and who talked the Mistress into a special appearance at the pool show at Ice Palace she hosted with resident queen... with my own brand of drone dramatics. No one expected the drone to bring me a lighter. I never leave home with at least one ensemble and wig. 

Another summer in the books.

THE HAT

 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.

ANOTHER PRIDE

This past weekend was the last Pride event for me for the season. I always get asked by many just why does Harrisburg always have their Pride Event so late when it's at the hottest?  Not sure for certain, but I have been told they don't have it in June, the official Pride month, because they fear with Philadelphia, New York City, Baltimore and DC'S, it will compete and loose some pride goers if it ends up on one of those weekends in bigger cities. Luckily the weather was a winner this past weekend, as some of the clan and I hit the parade and festival. It is held at the Capitol building, and the surrounding area. I enjoyed some of it, then we went to lunch, and then later had to get to the club to start getting ready for the Pride show, and making sure Sigourney Beaver, one of the headliners, got there, and was treated to some hospitality. And I'm here to tell you children she is ever the crazy bitch and filled with stories!!!! I was treated to one gem, where she was at a show once, and she thought what would be the thing to gross out all the gay men? That's right...MEOW! Vagina! Well, at this said show she pulled out a blow pop from her, ah, well, MEOW....and stuck it right in the gaping mouth of a guy in the front row!!!!! Now there is something you won't see on Dragula! The whole weekend went off without a hitch, the show and the festival. Plus there was Discord Adams too! Needed to say, Sunday. Was. Ugly. Some scenes from the weekend.

Betty Whitecastle

The Cork and Fork

Discord, Cody, one of our gang, and don't bully him, he cums.... and Sigourney Beaver.

And this dudo bird...your hostess with the mostess!!!!

Yes, I'm still picking out feathers!!!!! But I HUGE THANK YOU to Fat Sissy, AKA Miss Bill for the creation and making of this spectacular ensemble!!!  The headdress almost went down to the floor in back....he nailed the Mistress's over the top style. I always did like to keep it understated you see.

Happy Gay Pride!