Pride and Franklin Frankie

As I sit here in my penthouse, wrapped in my red feather boa, red satin shimmering robe as I sip on a glass of wine I poured out of a box I ponder this:

It's Gay Pride month.

And this is the St. Pete Pride Festival.... As in St.Petersburg, FL.

Naturally I normally go, however this year I felt no need to go, to attend.  I sit here with a heavy heart, and sense of sadness in my beautiful heart, mind, and body.

My reasons for not attending this evenings parade are:  Alot of things in my life changed during and after my coma.  For example:  Since I woke up, I have begun to slowly remember people, conversations and secrets that were told to me.  Also since the coma, I have realized that there are/were people that I held very dear to me that are no longer in my world.  In fact one person in particular is at the center of this pain,  his name is Franklin Frankie.  We met about 3 years ago when I had first arrived in Paradise via the Rainbow Connection.
He was involved in a toxic and tumultuous relationship with a young man that did not respect him, nor care, show/offer moral support or true love.  FF and I slowly became friends, and inched our way closer to each other.  I met his daughters, his bestie, and each time his ex would surface his slithery spineless head and wreak havoc on FF's life, FF would fall apart and I would always be there to help him pick up all the shattered pieces and re-assemble his life, and his heart.

After the last breakup, he seemed to bounce back quicker and we were attending parties, social events, gallery openings and other such things.  His bestie Kelly, would often come with us, and we all got along famously.  She was a lovely wild spirit with butterfly wings and a unicorn horn.

FF and I eventually began to hang out just he and I.

Things were good, no they were great.  It was the Summer of 69! LOL!!

We became the 3 Musketeer's, and regardless of what we were doing it was fun, joyful and always laughing.  I remember the night a group of us went roller skating(first time in 100 years) and then there was the Masquerade Ball, days spent at the pool, potluck's at the penthouse, nights out clubbing, and Costume parties galore!

FF and I were growing closer, not sexually but just closer.

And then nothing.  He cut me out of his life.

What is puzzling to me is that the whole time I was in the coma, he never came to see me.  There are so many things, unanswered questions I have.  It's rather disturbing and not easy to move forward when there are things that remind you of someone on a daily or weekly basis.  I just want to know why?

Was it just me?  What did I do to make you hate me so much? Was the connection all in my head?

Happy Pride my pets!!

Mandrake, Dog Shit and the Smiling Man!

"Picture It" ... it's a beautiful sunny morning, the skies are blue, the birds are chirping, there are cute little lizzard like geckos scurrying all around, and the flowers are in bloom!  As I skip along the sidewalk unaware that I have stepped off into the grass.  I realized this and thought ...why not take off my diamond studded flip flops off and go barefoot?  So I did.

I did this for a short while until I stepped in some wet and still warm, moist dog shit!  Great, just friggin great! I can imagine now how the rest of my day will go!

Thankfully, there was a Gardner working out in the upcoming yard and so I asked the nice man if he would assist me in cleaning off my perfectly shaped foot.  Of course he was more then happy to assist Moi!  I mean who wouldn't?

Once the dog shit is cleaned and removed from my delicate foot, I make my way to the marketplace where I begin to look for an assortment of items for a very special recipe!

The following ingredients:

Black Berry Root

Chicory

Hemlock

Henbane

Mandrake

As I make my way through the exotic market, trying to make conversation with the merchants from lands afar, which is not easy as one might think when you don't each speak the same tongue.
Regardless, I was offered samples of teas that possessed healing powers, and little cakes....breads...wines...and they gave Moi capes and magical slippers and a few other things.

As I took a minute from all the walking and mingling with the merchants, I sat down with a chalice filled with summer wine, and relaxed my feet.  Across the way, was a cute man, and at first I did not pay any attention to him, but I realized he was...well smiling at Moi... of course he was, I mean who doesn't?

As I sat there, I began to smile back, stir my wine with my left index finger so I could ever so slowly suck the wine from it in a seducing way...

This must have continued to go on for 2-3 hours... we just both sat there and smiled at each other.

Normally I would just approach...but thought I should just be coy and sweet today.

As I sat there smiling hoping and praying this handsome stranger would just get up and walk over to me... and before I know it, two large men in white coats approach the handsome man and as they do he stands up quickly and begins to fight them off.  They are big and strong and seem to restrain him.
I realize if I don't try and stop them I might never get to see him again... so I get up and run to his aid!

The men in white coats restrain him as I approach and quickly inform Moi that this handsome man is an escaped mental patient and has a condition called: Angelman Syndrome.  Which causes you to permanently smile forever.  So even if he did not want to smile or meant to....he was.

I learned a real lesson in life... just because someone smiles at you, find out why.... they maybe wincing from gas, or cramps or they might have Angelman Syndrome.  So the next time you step in warm moist dog shit, you should just turn around and go home!  

Uuummmm Sir, you have some shrimp stuck in your neck hair!

So here I am, all dressed up, wearing my Talbot's Flare jeans, black jimmy cho's, slim fit white button up shirt, and my black with white dots tux coat... looking smokin hot and refreshed.

My cohorts, Benny and Donny...a dashing vegan couple and surprising new friends to Moi! The 3 of us all ready for an evening of fun, awards, paparazzi, and fancy people!

We arrive at the Gala event, as we walk in, there are crowds of people laughing, air kissing, diamonds twinkling on the women, and the men and glasses clinking! As we make our way through the people, and head to one of the open bars for wine there is distant voice softly calling my name.  I turn ever so slowly around in caution because I know that voice.  It's his voice...

I turn completely around to find no one there, just glittering people walking past.  Was he just in my head? in my heart and soul? Is he just someone that I made up while I was in the coma? did he really find me?

Benny and Donny walk over to me with wine for us and we raise our glasses at toast to a fabulous evening of merriment and gaiety!  There we are, laughing, air kissing diplomats, idiots, headliners and Drag Queens.  I notice a young man approach Moi with a tray of appetizers... he is rather unkept looking with wrinkled clothing, messy greasy hair, and unshaven.  He offers Moi a spoon full of shrimp and shellfish!  I stand there an stare at this guy and I begin to enjoy the seafood in the spoon.  I notice he has ...what looks like a piece of shrimp stuck to his long facial hair on his neck.

I just stand there thinking...someone needs to tell this guy about the shrimp that he has gotten tangled in his neck hair!  He walks through the crowd with his tray of seafood with me in pursuit of wanting to not embarrass him any.  As I'm walking towards him, I am pulled by an admirer for a photo opp! I eventually am able to get away and now I can't seem to find him.  I spot him on the other side of the room, and I make tracks towards him hoping to get him alone to tell him about his dangling shrimp!

As I approach him I notice the shrimp is almost like dancing in his neck hair!

I tap him on his shoulder gently as I don't want to startle him and his shrimp falls off his neck and lands on a spoon... Sir, Young Man,..... As he turns to me, I lean in closely to him and point at my neck and say...you happen to have some shrimp on your neck... He replies with well thank you for noticing my skin tag, I really appreciate it, I will now go home and kill myself!

I'm like so stunned and shocked! That's a skin tag?  Who walks around with a skin tag the size of a shrimp while serving...shrimp?

I mean...come on dude!