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I’m sitting here in my room at the Radisson Airport overlooking a sky of clouds in hues of cranberry, charcoal and periwinkle contemplating the last night of my fabulous trip home to Nashville. I’ve had an amazing time seeing very good friends, eating good southern food and venturing to old haunts of days past. I wish I could have seen everyone I had wanted to but there will be other trips. Now it’s time to get back and focus on Mr. All American Gent 2013 with workouts, dance training and blinging the house down. Sondra Celli watch your back and glue gun, Gal!

Here in Nashville, after arriving on Friday afternoon, I’ve seen Aurora Sexton turn out some Fergie Ferg, Miss Fergalicious. I’ve been confused between Katy Perry and Sara Andrews trying to figure out which one was onstage at Play Saturday night. I braved shopping at Cool Springs Galleria with Mom and found myself picking out angel ornaments in a Christian Bookstore. Somehow the word “gay” slipped out of my mouth a few times. Blaspheme. I loved those stores as a teenager! I’ve worshiped a soulful woman of color over some soul food realness she provided me and my best friend Kristy at At The Table on 12 Ave. South. I found the final touches on my formal wear at Macy’s at a cute discount on “Friends and Family” day.

I Ki-Ki’d with a dear friend Fred Scott at Tribe with our legs crossed reliving days behind cocktails. It meant SO much he came out and made the true effort to see me. He used to whoop my wigs into an Ivana Trump for your nerves during my competitive drag days. Worship him. I enjoyed giggles of high-kicks past with my dance girls and teacher Mrs. Cathy from our company days over margaritas. Opryland Christmas lights twinkled above Mom and I as we ventured out for a nice evening drive. Dunkin Donuts and Krispy Kreme battled it to their sugary death. But when the sign flashed Hot. Donughnuts. Now. and they sure did I tell you, the glazed delights pulled ahead. However, the still fresh munchkins in the box next to me are calling my name so let’s call it an even draw. I’ve made it to all my favorites so it’s been a win-win for my appetite.

My trips home are always great and I return to Palm Springs so vitalized and appreciative of what I’ve become and where I’ve been. It’s exactly what I needed before the contest to give me a chance to step back and see it all from a different perspective. I’ve had the chance to talk even more about what’s happening and it’s helpful hearing it aloud and described getting people’s reactions who are, for the most part, detached from the scene and circuit. BIG THANKS to Bobby who hooked an old friend up as always with my room. Indoor pool, weight room and onsite food. Can’t best it! Don’t let the Radisson “Airport” location scare anyone. I don’t hear one plane. I hear more at my Mom’s and the hotel is only 3 minutes from BNA.

My flight heads out tomorrow at 1:30 with a layover in Dallas just long enough to watch my downloaded rented movie Step Up 4: Revolution having a cocktail and fried mozzarella sticks at a Chili’s, Too. Maybe a spot of bird watching if the mood strikes me. After the cocktail, I’m sure it will!

Good Night and Safe Travels! And the final picture is of Nikki. It was only after dinner did we notice what she had done. I squealed with my camera in hand!


Sometimes I think I should become some sort of travel administrator and know-it-all go-to. I can find a great flight deal by scanning the sites and making quick comparisons between which days to leave versus price and seat difference. Call me Kayak. Give me an aisle seat so I can entertain my bladder at its whim of activity, a good stretch opportunity and a decent fair ($309 this round) and I’m cranked ready to travel the (hopefully) friendly skies.

Traveling makes me feel quite “Randy” so I can truly appreciate all the single men traveling alone glancing my way and giving it a butch nod. Makes for sweet dreams when I’m snuggled beside them in my aisle seat. American Airlines delivered me to BNA Music City via a relaxing layover in Dallas/Fort Worth DFW, both ways of the round trip. This gave me enough time to cruise through the terminals and SkyLink transit system where I had food at T.G.I.Fridays and a good cocktail, too!

After grabbing my bag off the conveyor belt at baggage claim I pressed it down to Enterprise to obtain my reserved rental car. I usually carry my bag on with me when traveling these days because of the exorbitant fees but decided this time to splurge and check it in Palm Springs. When I made it through BNA into the garage with my rolling suitcase in tow where the cars sat I was offered an upgrade for a sports car. I inquired about an increase in my bill and the sales rep admitted that yes there would be a charge.

After telling him that I was fine and last time they upgraded me to a Jeep Patriot with no charge, he then offered me an upgrade to either minivan or truck. Unable to refuse any type of freeness or upgrade, I figured the minivan could come into use if mom wanted to donate stuff from her apartment so I chose that. I looked like quite the soccer dad driving this white minivan around like it was my Stella Stang back in Palm Springs. I paid it nada and ran those streets of Nashville as if it were a sports car.

Once I checked into the Radisson near the airport I rinsed the travel off me and unpacked my crammed-in clothing begging to be released from its luggage dungeon. I had been doing some research on where to stay before departure and came across a dear friend who I’ve known for over two decades. Bobby has been in the hotel industry for years and our dear friendship truly came into play when I made my reservation at his hotel. The location was slightly closer to mom than where I usually stay with less traffic from the Brentwood route. The Radisson has free Internet, free parking, spacious comfortable rooms, an indoor pool plus fitness facility and a restaurant on property. It’s my new home when in Nashville.

I always have a great time when I return to Nashville. I reconnect with good friends, take my mom out and about for a few days and it gives me time to miss and appreciate the comfortable bubble that I live and work in here in Palm Springs. My mom still works full-time and is a single gal at 68 but doesn’t get out much unless I come into town or someone takes her. I love driving her around Nashville and letting her see what’s happening in the city. We shop, eat good southern food and have a ton of laughs and a few cries along the way.

I love that we are close and have a strong bond. People ask if I dread going back home to Nashville and I can honestly say I love and enjoy my time there. It took me a few years after leaving at 22 to having any desire about returning but the older, err, better I’ve gotten the more I want to go back. My mom has a lot of life in her still. I’m glad I’m able see that in person and am able to visit home as much as I do.

I dropped her back home after a heaping pile of BBQ at Bar-B-Cutie on Saturday and ran back to the hotel before heading out for the evening. After a quick change of drag the minivan purred down the interstate toward West End. I decided to take a detour through 2nd Avenue which is where the honky-tonks and straight country music listeners are pouring out of bars and clubs. Mistake. Construction had everything in a scrambled chaotic mess and cars were going every which way. I was so glad I had good music in the stereo and a delicious valium that was just easing into my system to get me through the killing.

Arriving at PLAY, I walked in during the middle of the show so I did get to see all of the girls perform at least once. After paying the exorbitant $10 cover to get into PLAY I made sure I got my money’s worth. Yes, $10. Shazy… (Shady + Crazy.) Shady of them for charging it and crazy for me to pay it. Hopefully they pay the girls well like they truly deserve. After a few stiff drinks I didn’t really care about the cover charge anymore. I soaked up the exciting night out and let it all go.

The show was fun because I had the best seat in the house even getting there late. I strutted through the packed crowd and tipped every girl a couple of ones and stayed perched in front of everyone I had just pushed through. I didn’t give a fuck if they liked it or not. No one was going to say a word to me at that point. I was feeling my moment taking pictures of the girls while they performed and living for the up close and personal aspect of it all. Like I said, I had a couple of cute drinks and did I mention the delicious Valium?

Of course, I could let it all go because I was basically invisible. No one really talked to me or looked my way other than the entertainers I knew so I was able to relax and pay it nooch. Translation: Not very much, without a care in the world. I spent much of my time after the show chatting with Jack Ryan on the phone sitting next to some chick who had smartly brought her iPhone charger and was plugged-in chatting the chat down with someone on her other line.

Times have truly changed from the days of going out and cruising around, picking up someone and leaving together to today’s social networking and constant glare of LCD light coming from Smartphones being used across nightclubs. I’m not knocking it because it truly saved me next door at Tribe the next night as I perched quietly as the one of only five people in the bar including two bartenders. I sat in my patheticness and laughed at the whole thing while taping away on time-killers Grindr and Scruff. Boring. Flakes continually looking for something else. Especially Grindr. Delete from phone.

Sunday, mom and I had our breakfast at Cracker Barrel and afterwards I pressed it down to Murfreesboro for a regional competition for Showstopper Dance. I met my three loves Christie, Stacey and Shanda who I danced with in Nashville where we all grew up together. They are super special to me and we are blessed to still have a tight bond to this day. The dancers onstage were all over the board in fierceness or flatness but overall there were some amazing routines and performers. I’m so glad I made the trek down. It inspired me to continue with my plans on making a choreography reel.

Back in Nashville, mom had a gift card for Olive Garden so I got to find out what all the fuss was about the breadsticks that you hear about in the commercials. They were tasty but I wasn’t blown away. However, I did have four of them. I believe you can buy them at Trader Joe’s. No Tea – No Shade. The food wasn’t horrible but it definitely wasn’t cuisine found in real Italy. The chairs rolled. Just saying. I had never been to an Olive Garden before…

On Monday I met my best friend from high school Kristy and her wonderful “Babies’ Daddy” and husband Tim for the most soulful of soul food at a place on 12 Avenue South called At The Table. I wanted to find some really good southern soul food and Kristy immediately sent directions to this gem. My mouth is watering just typing these words. As it’s been said before, “These women put both feet up in this food.” Not exactly, but it was so good you will want to slap someone. Classic “meat and three” (but two) handed to you in a styrofoam to-go moment and the experience is priceless. Southern simplicity at its finest. As my dear sister Kristy texted me before arriving, “Fried Chicken Realness.”

Tuesday presented another trip to the Cracker Barrel for a hearty breakfast and some closet cleaning for mom with donations made afterwards by me. I met Bobby for drinks at Canvas later back on West End with his boyfriend Caleb (or Kaleb – not sure) and afterwards we had sushi at Ru San’s. It was really good but the menu was way too complicated. It was so great seeing Bobby and getting to know his boyfriend. I love me some Bobby Smith. I happily flew back to Palm Springs the next day into the arms of the man I love and the furry kisses of the kids I missed.


If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook then you’ve surely seen that I’m back home in Nashville visiting Mom, friends and making new ones. Life here, rather gay culture, is starving to many degrees in Music City and times have changed considerably since the fond days of the Warehouse 28, then the Warehouse 2, The Chute, Juanita’s, Pyramids (after my time) and Connection, for that matter. On Church Street there’s really all there is, PLAY and Tribe. Both are gay nightclub/bars catering to all the baseball cap, Polo shirt wearing gay men “NashVegas” and surrounding towns can handle on a given night.

PLAY (not sure if it’s all CAPS but I like it like that) has the only dance floor in town with good DJs and is Tranny-ville in the spacious show bar. Gorgeous female impersonators entertain lesbians, straight folk that have gotten lost and extreme drag worshipers. The PlayMates include Deception whose man-made rack is quite spectacular to see; Sara Andrews who is Katy Perry’s twin, dead-on; Nichole Ellington Dupree who brings in the flavor to the cast; DeeRanged who is as twisted and talented as the name sounds; and new cast member Aurora Sexton who is a bombshell goddess who is the pure Tea and I live for. Loved seeing the show and BIG THANKS to Aurora for the guest list placement for me. She turned out Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You dressed in naughty red Santa wear, knockers knocking me out as I threw money at her on the stage. I danced a short while in the disco but have been recovering from a fractured rib so I was just happy to be on the floor for a bit.

Tribe is next-door and a video bar that plays show tunes, has hot bartenders and has some unique spacing inside. Suzy Wong’s House of Yum is where I dined with dear friends Kristy and Eddy on Saturday evening located inside Tribe owned by Top Chef contestant Arnold Mynt. Afterwards, Eddy and I sat and had a cocktail, cruised men and giggled at who was on Grindr and Scruff on our iPhones until Krispy Kreme’s called me back to the room.

Other than those two locations, there are a few others including Vibe, Stirrup, Canvas Lounge, Purple Heys, Blue Jeans and Trax but I didn’t find myself there this weekend and will not be making it there tonight before I head out tomorrow. As you may expect from the Bible Belt, gay culture is minimal and precious when you have it. It’s been fun to go out and see strangers in their own habitat. I used to be one of them and now find home life so much more appealing. Luckily I’ve had a great time and look forward to getting home to Palm Springs safely to my Husband and Kids. I’m starting to get slightly homesick and it’s time to return. If I’ve missed anyone this trip, I ‘ll catch you next round. Love you all! This will always be home.

More of the story to come in Steven Spills very soon! Good Night.