Almost as the usual annual surprise… Las Vegas Gay Pride once again almost almost almost passed by unacknowledged.  Unlike last year (remember I only learned of the festival event THE DAY OF IT while I was out doing something else.   So, beelined it over last year.  This year I was given three days’ notice so a lifetime in gay world.  Needless to say, here I am at the venerable Craig’s Ranch Regional Park in North Las Vegas; with my newly adopted spirit of POSTIVITY I am high as a lie and smiling from ear to ear 👂 

There’s no way civilization is going to survive if the people of downtown Las Vegas on Fremont Street have anything to do with it. Mean. Inept.   Unkempt. Unkept!  All in all, the 21st century is turning out to be the big 🏆 of the loser lottery.  

In the shadow of the “Brooklyn Bridge” on the New York New York casino property I am struck by just how many people have higher than 10% of their body surface covered in tattoos.   I reject this notion and it is my belief that anyone with such high percentage of body tattoos must be crazy. 

Just colored the gray right out of my head!  I look GORGEOUS! 

You don’t have to believe me, but I ain’t saying nothing but the truth!

Unintentional dickishness is the worst of them all. 

Which room are you in?  In where?  The gqy, old folks home? 

OMG!!!!!  Nothing else to say but the gay, old folks home has unceremoniously descended onto gay Palm Springs.   The last few years have been hard on the old girl, but I fear the aliens have hit HARD and taken all my old friends away.  SADLY, leaving in their place the funniest looking — but horny geriatrics the earth has yet to see. 

One AGAIN at the local watering hole and surprised with the level of well… unattractiveness permeating the local citizenry.   Like I say though… ugly cars, ugly people and goddammit there are lots of fucking ugly cars in Las Vegas!

You should have respected my authoritah! -Cartman in Bain mask