Yup… Here’s another one. This set was put together largely in February.

It’s hard to write about the relationships between gay men and their girlfriends.

All of mine have been in some capacity there for me through some of the hardest times of my life – last December is no exception.

We’ve held each other’s heads while we’ve bawled and bitched about boys… We shared our darkest secrets and biggest dreams.

I’m not just waxing sweet-ass when I say each and every one of mine in some way or another had at one time or another made me wish I was wired for heterosexuality…. because each of them would have made either great girlfriends, lovers, wives or mothers.

… Then again… If I were – we probably wouldn’t enjoy the special friendships we have now.

So… anyway… that’s where my heart was on this one… All my wonderful women.

You all vary in proximity and frequency of contact – and god knows I can’t put you all in the same room… but you all quite neatly fit in the dark place called my heart… You make it warmer… and in some respects – have kept the damn thing running long after being broken…

Repeat after me girls: “boys are stupid… let’s go shopping”  🙂

XOXOXO  – love you all… more than you will ever know.

track list:

01: one hell or another :  all my gals
02: gucci gucci girl power : shannon
03: cars (reboot) : jill
04: personal jesus (reboot) : linda
05: jumping in a cubicle : julie
06: she sells white weddings : erin
07: friday night in A&E : jane
08: hello girl let’s party : amy
09: sexy bitch : leah
10:children should be dancing : sandy
11: i wanna bulletproof dancer : jeanette
12: watch the sun come up : elise


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dedication: All My Wonderful Women
series inspiration: Ken “Beast” Colina
the hard stuff: MixMeister  v. 7.0.9

sharon west

Sharon West : November 17, 1945 – April 13, 2012

Kevin’s mother and I met when we flew to Ohio for Chirstmas in 1999.

She was the mother of my at that time new serious boyfriend.
I was the guy her son decided to put roots down in Saint Louis for.

This relation would keep us at a respectful arm’s length from each other for the rest of her life.

Mothers and the spouses of their baby boys, (I suspect gay ones especially), enjoy a certain respectful resentment. (With possibly the only exception being my porn-star ex who I think *still* exchanges Christmas cards with my mom).

Sharon and I were no different. Our opinions about one another, no matter how scathing, would never break the surface of what could be called a genuine, caring civility.

The woman could make one mean lasagna – still to date – the best I’d ever had.

Meaner still would be our gossiping when I’d slip off to the kitchen over holidays to chat with her as she’d whip up family favorites. Birds of a feather… Both scorpios… I reckon she knew she had a neutral, sympathetic, yet darkly sardonic ear to chew.

Our secret bitch sessions would be punctuated by culinary secrets and pointers:

“Campbell’s Chicken Gumbo”… she’d say… “that’s the secret ingredient to my Sloppy Joes”

I understand now that our distance was our closeness… It couldn’t have been any other way…

Happy journey ya old bird… It was a neither a pleasure… nor a burden to know you… But certainly an acquaintance I’ll never forget and will always be grateful for.


Mortimer Pye

Mortimer Pye (a.k.a. BiL Sherman)… Illustrator, musician, urban mountain man… A mixed bag of tricks… the kind in which you’d find a pack of Marlboro Reds, a mummified monkey’s paw, a couple of teeth, a tube of Mane ‘n Tail and a collection of cocktail napkins with sketches of male naughty parts on them.

After a few years of sporadic online flirting and a few rounds of Photoshop Tennis, opportunity would rear its head and land him on my doorstep for a visit.

Don’t let the serial killer exterior fool ya… he’s a big softy… *and has earned a special place in my curio case of cherished, eccentric, oddball buddies.