tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662773844099150626.post100839076175846382..comments2023-10-01T05:00:24.164-07:00Comments on The Naked Drag Queen: Forbidden Fruit CocktailBrucehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14227038803221302113noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662773844099150626.post-48124773340174171062008-05-06T08:12:00.000-07:002008-05-06T08:12:00.000-07:00oh my oh my those whom we love but cannot have ......oh my oh my those whom we love but cannot have .......I have had many float in and out of my life, luckily they have kept on floating :)kittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12856619112433387201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662773844099150626.post-5309782762506514682008-05-06T04:08:00.000-07:002008-05-06T04:08:00.000-07:00Hi there my naked friend. Can't say I ever saw you...Hi there my naked friend. Can't say I ever saw you naked but I do know you not really a Drag Queen. <BR/><BR/>I was that fly on the wall this night.. Oh, and the night before.. <BR/><BR/>Life is fun, torturous but interesting and fair (sometimes??) as in this instance your forbidden fruit had allot more than a passing interest in another’s forbidden fruit.. So in away, if it’s of any comfort to you, the feelings were mutual albeit cross-firing.. <BR/><BR/>Somewhere it is written:- "Lost somewhere between sunrise and sunset - Two golden hours each set with two silver diamonds. No one can find them for they are lost forever"...<BR/><BR/>Your off-the-wall admirer!<BR/><BR/>Toby Fweet-Sart.Toby Fweet-Sarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11689346744186460199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662773844099150626.post-8831578459586908562008-05-05T16:14:00.000-07:002008-05-05T16:14:00.000-07:00MY friend, its always the forbidden fruit that tas...MY friend, its always the forbidden fruit that tastes the best. I have said many things to you and have warned about many things, but at the end of the day, you can not let a chance at being happy for the rest of your life be influenced by something like a boyfriend. My friend, go and get it....your gut tels you to anyway.JCLLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06370233725330793354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662773844099150626.post-26287710767579381872008-05-05T11:42:00.000-07:002008-05-05T11:42:00.000-07:00Hi Naked Drag Queen. Thank you for your blog and y...Hi Naked Drag Queen. Thank you for your blog and your honesty. You remember the old song “Personality”? The words went something like “You’ve got … personality, walk …. personality..” and so on. My song is “You’ve got inaccessibility, walk inaccessibility” and somewhere the chorus goes “over ‘n over ‘n over” etc. That about sums a lot of my romantic fantasy life. <BR/><BR/>I liked them either crazy or completely inaccessible. How many gay men do you know who are in a relationship with “somebody in Amsterdam”, or “London” or somewhere remote? <BR/><BR/>One day somebody helped me realize that I loved them inaccessible, because inaccessible is safe … there is no fear of my humanness being discovered … grumpiness, early morning bad breath, toilet smells and the rest of what goes along with being human. Or else I would idolize them, put them on a huge and elevated pedestal and worship them from afar, and then get disgusted when they displayed signs of being human like grumpiness, early morning bad breath and so on. Then I would disappear, to try for the next perfect one – preferably the perfect ones about to leave for Peru or Alaska. I found them instinctively (the same way I found the crazies – but I’m off crazies now – they’re too high maintenance).<BR/><BR/>But now, as with Frank Sinatra, the end has come, and I can’t do it my way. Not my literal, mortal end, you understand, but the end of my wanting what I can’t get. I’ve had enough of the humiliation that comes with that. And especially at my age, when I become invisible to anyone under the age of thirty, the temptation to go after inaccessible youth is very strong. <BR/><BR/>Oh, f**k it, I’ve realized, with much pain and scar tissue, that beauty is just skin deep, trite as that sounds. And that a zit, or a skew tooth, or a little bulge around the belly is of far less significance than is an attractive, vital personality.<BR/><BR/>But I do feel for you – unrequited love has been the stuff of poetry for centuries, and in your blog you say what legions of troubadours and bards have sung. On the other hand, though, you have a wonderful personality, you look good (I saw you naked in “Hair” and there was nothing to moan about … on the contrary ….) so you deserve someone who actually is good enough for you, and not the other way around.<BR/><BR/>Before I become too sentimental, I’ll end by saying that I really wish you well on your journey, or as you thespian type persons prefer it, go break many legs, and break a heart or two on the way. <BR/><BR/>Not for nothing are you the “Lurve Tsotsi”<BR/><BR/>Regards<BR/><BR/>FredFred Windsor-Bloggshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14108102790349877979noreply@blogger.com