Home of the Goddess

Mick...

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Welcome to the home
of Dolethrus, the Runemaster,
a god birthed from the
wellspring of creativity known as
Prince Boris, and now taken on as my own
personal muse.
Tap Dot's head and let Dolethrus inspire
you!

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But you are, Blanche, you are in that chair!"
-Bette Davis,
Whatever Happened To Baby Jane

BLANCHE
(because it is all about hurt and Southern Comfort)
1 oz Southern Comfort
2 lemon wedges
ice
Combine ingredients in a small juice glass.
Cover top of glass with hand.
Shake the shit out of glass.
Find an attractive person and
wipe hand on said person's ass.
Drink shooter style.
Wince. Shudder. Repeat.

MORE
COCKTAILS
HERE

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Rent-a-Stud
helped put this page together.
The sun really does shine out of his ass,
and all his ducks are in a row.
Thanks, Curt,
I will always love you for this.

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Incarnations of the Goddess

"‘Fe hoffwn i fod mor feddw, fyddai ddim yn cofio fy enw." (‘I wish to get so drunk I no longer remember my own name.)
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

in-sane':adj.
crazy; not legally responsible for one's actions.--in-san'i-ty n.

As the song says, you may be right--I may be crazy!!
But it just might be a lunatic you're looking for!
And if not, well, screw you! Mutha-f**kin year thirteen, bitches!
JOURNAL
April 7, 2013
Apparently, one day of wacko a week
(or a month, cos I'm not quite as anal dedicated as I should be)
isn't enough for some people, so I will be archiving
Journal of the Mad entries here:
ARCHIVES
Don't be afraid...be very afraid...
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"People have a hindrance if they are extraordinarily beautiful. It can be a problem. You are not given the challenges and then, when you are, all eyes are on you to see if you can pull anything off other than being beautiful to look at."
― Benedict Cumberbatch
Vital stats include things like five foot one, no matter which way you measure me,
post congestive heart failure, pre-diabetic, with long, going grey hair (I blame Mitchell)
blue-green-grey-hazel eyes, a terrific sense of humour (believe me, I need one), and a great personality
(mom says that's what counts).

"I was the boy that turned a girlfriend into the most celebrated lesbian on television. I got so much stick for that."
― Benedict Cumberbatch
I am the faghag other faghags wish they were *L*
I walked into my first gay bar in 1984, and am now a twenty + year survivor/volunteer at the GLCR.
I have been an Empress once or twice, Entertainer of the Year, Mister Gay Regina, and even a Prince, and I have the crown(s) to prove it. For more info on all things dragalicious, check out the BALL AD.

"People's Punisher is not about being read, it's about being written."
-Gherkin, Sydney White
I'm a writer. Maybe even a good one. I have people who tell me that, anyway, and who am I to argue?
They say write what you know, so beware of slash, since that's mostly what makes up my world.
I also play poet, loving the whole trendy-hip-angsty thing.
All that's missing is the outdoor cafe and the beret...

"Because you're a lonely man, chasing
paramasturbatory illusions that you
believe will give your life meaning and
significance, which your pathetic social
maladjustment makes impossible to find
elsewhere."
-Maurice, X-Files: How the Ghosts Stole Christmas
In my world, the coffee is strong as death, black as hell and sweet as love (and always made by Ianto Jones).
The smoking section is always open. Fox Mulder is always just as close as my dvdplayer,
Slow Motion Walter is always more than just a blues song, and the Gunmen always visit on Friday.
Bunnies and bears always frolic in my living room, Blair Sandburg is always the bottom,
there is always a next Sunday, everything's Benedict and nothing hurts,
and finally, the Blanches are always shaken, never stirred.
That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?

You are the dancing queen...