Home for the Holidays
Columbus, Indiana is utterly breathtaking in that "small town home" feel, as always. I mean, SMALL town! Like there are people here who think they've never met a gay person in their lives. When I check in at the desk, because it says I'm from California, they want my autograph. It's total insanity. We live in such a bubble in Los Angeles. We have no idea what the rest of the country is really like.
I spent the day getting some last minute Christmas shopping done. Then met up with my dad, step-mother and step-brother for a great home cooked dinner and baking Christmas cookies while watching A Christmas Story and the Frosty, The Snowman TV special. LOL
My father and I are REALLY getting along. I am so glad I came out this summer to try to fix whatever problems we've had over the last few years. While we were shopping, I was doing everything from imitating Barbra Streisand to saying, "Okay, that shirt is way gayer than I will ever be!" and he was laughing hysterically. I haven't seen my father laugh in a very, very long time, much less over something I've said. It's really good to have him back.
I will not be on the computer for Christmas Eve or Christmas Day so I wanted to take this opportunity to wish all of my readers, my friends, my family -- you're all one in the same -- a very, very happy holiday. Your support through the past year has meant more than you will ever know. It's been a rough one with a lot of lessons learned, but I feel this Christmas that my spirit and my faith have been renewed. I feel 21 again. Maybe even 18. I hope Christmas brings out that spirit of youth, hope and optimism that dreams do come true, in all of you as well.
Joy!


























2 Comments:
Not to mention they've never met the king of porn and also the biggest name in porn who doesn't take his clothes off
merry xmas, will keept bug ya in '07
Miss P
I had the pleasure of spending Christmas in Kentucky (we should have met at the border Jason) with my sister, who baked a birthday cake for Jesus. This was the conversation when I saw the cake:
Me: Who is Jesus (pronounced the spanish way) and why are we celebrating his birthday today?
Her: It's JESUS (pronounced the Christian way)
Me: Jesus who?
Her: Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. It's his birthday.
there was an uncomfortable pause
Me: Are we expecting him for dinner?
Her: No
Me: Good. 'Cause I wasn't about to sit around and wait for him to blow out the candles.
No, I do not make this shit up. This is my family and this is a look in to Christmas with them, aka Gay Hell.
Kisses
Miss P
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