What do I look for in a cover model, you may ask. Peruse this email sent by me to the owner of Tiny Pinocchio, the world's smallest dog, and you may glean the answer:
Dear Ms. Skeels,
I am writing you today to inquire about some exciting opportunities for Tiny Pinocchio. As managing editor of a major GLBT nightlife magazine, I see in Tiny Pinocchio the potential to be quite a role model and inspiration for Chicago's Gay community. Tiny symbolizes our shared human (or animal) need to be out and proud about who we are and to let nothing stand in our way. Go Tiny!
I would very much like to present Tiny on the cover of my magazine, as a shining beacon of love and acceptance. In times like this, we need Tiny!
Kirk Williamson - Nightspots
I beseech thee, gentle reader - email me with letters of support for sweet Tiny Pinocchio, so that my quest to make a Gay star of a small dog might come true. I will print your responses in my column and send it to Tiny's owner in an attempt to warm her heart. Oh, won't you email me today?
Meanwhile, back on the Blue Planet, last weekend was a hoot and a holler (as opposed to the usual half a hoot). Vanity Fair called me to remind me that VonDutch was throwing a fashion show at Hydrate, and thank Goddess! A parade of emaciated pretty people floating dead-eyed down a runway—that's entertainment. Check out the Spread for great pix.
Kathleen from Chix Mix was whooping the chix into their usual froth over at Circuit.
Michael and Bobby are finally back in town and holding court at Bobby Love's. And just in time, too. It's been so long since I've heard Bobby's rendition of 'I Think I Love You,' thanks of course to Creaoke.
Dad at Bucks was really happy to see me. Does he remember, who knows? Anyway, look for a picture of him with the mother of Matthew (M3) the bartender. We should all be thanking her womb for its gift unto us!
When I arrived at The Patch with my two young gay boy friends, the womyn at the door was damn sure we were lost. No way! Just stopping in to see Nikki and Diana, which always is a pleasure. Now that I have operational brakes, I'll be driving out more often, I promise.
Happy B-day to Ronnie at The Hideaway, whose party I missed due to Daylight Savings. Goddamn farmers!
Just missed the show at The Edge. Had several pieces of leftover cake, though. No pictures of the cake.
See you all at Cocktail for their 8th. Long Island, here I come!