Friday, April 13th 2007
Down & Out In Palm Springs
previously “Death of a Porn Man”
It’s been non-stop for me the past few weeks boys and girls.
Right after my last post I was due in LA for an appearance, a dance gig of sorts at a small club downtown. This was their anniversary of something or other and they paid a handsome price for my services. I finished at 9:30 and was due to appear at a charity pool party in Palm Springs the next afternoon followed by a fashion show for Rufskin in San Diego that night. It was going to be a busy weekend so I thought it wise to drive back to PS to sleep and wake up in my own bed.
The drive was a breeze so I was in bed by 12:30. At 3 AM I woke up feeling delirious in drenched sheets. I cannot remember being victim to such a terrible bug; I usually am very good with my body, knowing when I am coming down with something and taking the necessary precautions before it gets the better of me. I missed it this time and it came on so hard that I never knew what hit me till it was too late. So I missed the pool party, I missed the fashion show and I missed my mommy.
The next several days were a blur of slow recovery, but I was back to myself by Tuesday. That was a good thing because Friday marked the launch of a little thing called The White Party. The White Party is regarded among us gays as the spot to to shed the winter and show off your spring coat poolside under the Palm Springs sun. I was not so into it this year as I had been in previous years; been there done that. I did although rock it out Saturday night when I danced with Tyler Riggz in the Rascal Lounge to the tunes of Boss Lady, DJ Chi Chi LaRue. After our obligatory set we let loose at the after hours party with DJ Tony Moran. We closed it at 10 AM, needless to say that that was sufficient enough for me. I slept most of Sunday. That was good because we were all due to be on set on Monday, well not me, I was due to start filming on Tues at 2.
Well, we can start breathing again, then…
Maybe I’m too Italian, or maybe I’m just Italian:
the fact is that I started to get worried about J’s health, happiness or what so ever… so I went reading through all his posts to find as wide time-gaps between his own ones…
I also learned how menthally sick you can be by letting your everyday life being influenced by someone-so-far-away’s blog … maybe also charging him/her with the heavy responsabilities of being present and a public person. I am part of the public, J is the person.
That’s why maybe I never go to the theatre, I just find it hard to decide of actors’ satisfaction or deceivement, by clapping my hands or not, by being there or not. I’m to sensitive to all the issues between man on stage and public.
But I’m here after all. I’m glad for your recovery!
We get the Arthur Miller reference. But first we get heart attacks when confronted with such a title. Now you can proudly say you really make your fans heart skip a beat.
Hope you’re feeling better. We’re off to the doctor to treat that heart condition.
Sorry about the dramatic title, Frog! I can see how that might scare people so I made a little change.
well done, Johnny!
Frog is right, I forgot to mention my heart attack of this morning… cooling down, before reading the whole article, I thought you meant being reborn as something else than a porn man… what a thrill… lol
I spent 14 hours on Friday 13th in Paris’ Charles de Gaulle airport waiting for a flight to Stockholm in vain. I could believe anything after that!
Yes, WE are very sorry for the scare….I don’t know what I was thinking.
FWIW, I thought the title was funny and appropriately melodramatic.
Okay (deep breath) do that again and you’re getting a spanking!
Can I just say again how much I am loving a female POV on here!
Can you say how much you would love a spanking from Genor, cause we’re interested in that POV too.