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These essays come from a period that changed my life forever! I was between apartments and needed a place to stay for a few months. These are the writings of a gay man trapped in a den of lesbians…what was I thinking?!

 

The Cast:

Barbie: The Queen of the Den. Barbie is the charming, petite, lipstick in nature, and totally NOT into tofu. She is truly a brunette version of Malibu Barbie. Perhaps I should have called her Midge.

Skipper: Barbie’s life partner. Skipper makes up what Barbie lacks in blonde. She is a true friend, dizzy but sincere to the core. During her stint as a marine overseas, she lost a leg in combat, but nothing can stop her from going on. And on, and on, and… Ken and Barbie learned early that you must never let Skipper skip her daily dose of Prozac! You’ll find her name changes multiple times during the course of the sagas. Sometimes I call her “Hoppy”, other times “Spanky”. It just depends on the theme at the time, and the dosage of Prozac!

Godzilla: Truly the most hideous of lesbians. She is all that you fear in a lesbian: flannel, testosterone, and bad breath all rolled into one. She does not shave her legs or her armpits. She dwells in the basement below the house. As it should be.

Ken: The character that I would portray, should the movie version of this little saga ever be released. Handsome, witty, and seriously addicted to a perfectly chilled vodka-tonic. Ken is the “upstairs boarder”, in the room next-door to Skipper and Barbie. Unfortunately, the walls were all too thin. Eventually Ken breaks away from the confines of Casa Lesbo, and explores his newfound independence in the Casa Lesbo spin-off, “All About Ken”.

Little Abdul: Little Abdul came into Casa Lesbo unexpectedly one day. He had been dropped off at a local refugee camp. A little lost student desperately in need of a home. How could the girls say no? It was all so pre 9/11, and we were much more trusting back then. I can hear Barbra Streisand singing “The Way We Were” as I reflect back upon those happier times…

Let the stories begin…

 

 
 

The Lost Archives - A humorous collection of essays illuminating my crazy life -- from February 1997 until December 1998. sdfsdfsdfsdfsdfsdf,sdlsdfsdfl,sdlf. For a complete listing of essays >> Click Here.