Mornin’ girls,
hope you are all,
doing well,
or at least hangin’ in.
My ole ass is beyond draggin’,
right now.
I am tired from,
my training schedule,
and,
tired from my training,
pretty much,
always,
tired and crippled with,
self doubt,
I fight my way through it,
some days,
more successfully,
than others,
good thing,
I have good friends,
and,
my mom,
and,
my woman of all my dreams,
listening, encouraging, holding me up,
it takes a village
🙂
Speaking of village,
my bar,
in the gay village has closed
(:-
this is upsetting,
I know,
it’s just a bar,
but,
I always saw it as my bar.
Obviously,
occasional patrons,
like myself,
can’t keep a bar,
open,
you gotta make a profit,
and,
overhead on bars,
is astronomical,
buisness is tough,
I know it is.
Losing,
‘your bar’ creates,
somewhat of a vacuum,
in your life,
where do you meet people for a beer,
what happens to all those,
memories
sigh
In this bar,
I felt I could be as butch,
as I wanted to be,
no one ever called me,
‘Sir’ or “monsieur’
I could sip a beer,
in peace,
knowing how far,
the bathroom,
was.
I’ve had dates,
and,
heart to hearts there.
The first time I ever met,
my girl,
in person,
was in that bar,
nervous,
and,
excited,
but,
comforted by a pint,
and,
familiar,
surroundings,
when she came up,
behind me,
I wasn’t self conscious,
of taking her in my arms,
the bar was a place,
safe from appraising,
and,
possibly,
judgmental eyes.
My bar,
the hockey game on,
with the volume turned down,
the peace of a Sunday or Monday,
I never go out to a bar, on a Friday or Saturday, unless it’s a special occasion, too many people
I will miss my bar,
I understand the factors,
that forced it’s closure,
but,
I will miss it,
RIP Le Drugstore
Later girls,
BB
