Snowy Morning

This morning I sipped coffee at the patio door watching the morning snow. Our neighbor across the street (we call "The Gays") came out of his bungalow and began the legally required morning task of clearing the sidewalks of snow. A Hugo Boss peacoat, unbuttoned without a shirt, loudly printed plaid pants, a headband to cover the recent hair transplant procedure, and hightop sneakers were required. Apparently. 

I called out to the boyfriend who was starting waffles only to discover we were out of eggs, "I fricken' love our neighborhood!"

Today is our last day of self-isolation vacation, and I think that's for the best. 

Deep in Vogue

Earlier in the year I headed back to 24Fitness as my primary gym. By this I mean I started going only to 24 verses Planet Fitness. This was prompted by many reasons.  The largest was an entitled 20-something woman who saw I was racking up weight on bar but still dropped her designer bag down and declared she “needed” the machine. At this point I decided I “needed” to not workout in a gym that doesn’t have homosexual gym goers as the majority. Yes, in that very instance I realized that I needed to be with my people. So back to 24 Hour Fitness I went.

As you may recall, during the pandemic all gyms were closed. And Stevie lost his pump. The first gyms to re-open with Planet Fitness. So I joined up. 24, who was already finically struggling re-opened only a fraction of their locations much later then Planet. Somehow Denver’s “gay gym” survived. I can’t explain why I continued to go to Planet, I guess it was a habit, or self- abuse. During this time I was slowly losing a lot of muscle mass, as planet is machine based with no free weights or plates to push. Until a sorority girl push helped me with her entitlement.  

I laughed about this again today as I was pushing through my last set on the preacher bar. There was a guy wearing, possible his little sister’s gym shorts and a half shirt with the word “Whore” written across it. He was at the mirrors on the free-weights full on voguing. Like full on “I’m gonna let you have it” voguing. This is when I knew that nature was healing and all was right in the world.

Cars

I am honestly amazed that my car is over four years old. I just seems like I bought it. On Saturday we went for Pho and as we left he restaurant and attempted to start my car I only heard that ominous CLICK_CLICK_CLICK sound. Dead batter? Really, it’s still new…. Oh, well I guess not really. I was tempted to actually and finally press the button in my headliner with the wretch icon and ask for VW service. Call forth the German gods of service to bless by German wagon.  But, a fifty-something man appeared declaring his wife bought him a charging block for his birthday and was yearning to use it. Cis white male boomers were finally good for something.

Bought a new battery, and after secretly watching a YouTube video to make sure I was doing it right, the power of the Germanic Pantheon has returned to my Volkswagen. But, this started thinking….

My declared plan was that my next vehicle would be full electric. So I’ve been waiting. Mostly for the VW ID4 to actually be made; and without the massive IT computer problems pledging them. Or any other Electric vehicle - EV that’s not sixty grand and not made by that Muscky Bond villain. So I was content on waiting until the right EV came along. My secret hope was for the ID Buzz, the VW van to get realized and come to my corner of the world. BUT, if needing replacing the battery is a sign of ramping up small annoying items needing to be fixed, I may not wait.  

 

 

Adolf and Rudolf

When I first met Patrick, BFF for life, I mentioned that I has a tennis shoe fetish. This was not a literal sneaker fetish. I have a laundry list of those fetishes, but shoes is not on that list. It was more a figurative, almost spiritual need to have cool sneakers. In my last move a lowered my inventory from fifty (literally) to about ten pairs (figuratively speaking.) I also had shifted my Puma allegiance to Adidas. This had everything to do with what drives most of my motivations in my life, the seething hatred of Nazis.  I this case it is the story of Adolf a.k.a. Adi and Rudolf Dassler.  

The story of the Dassler brothers came into my desire for cool gym shoes.

These Brothers, had a well-established athletic shoe company (their shoes were worn by athletes in the 1936 Olympics) before they started feuding. Rudolf never gave up on a suspicion that his brother Adi was behind his conscription into the army. Selling out his brother into a conscripted fighting role with German forces in Poland. This led to Rudolf’s imprisonment by the Allis when Poland was liberated. So, Rudolf was drafted for the war and served his time on the frontlines of the battle. On the other hand, the German government had deemed Adolf’s usefulness as a shoemaker as more necessary, and so he was not sent to fight for Germany. Rudolf was very angry about this and saw it as his brother making money and selling shoes, while he was on the frontlines with his life on the line. A jerk brother move selling shoes while Rudolf was fighting a war. Not only did this make him angry, but he believed his brother Adi had something to do with why he wound up there. So when the war ended, Rudolf told the Allies that Adi assisted the Nazi war effort.

In fact after the war ended, the Allies wanted to take revenge on the remaining Nazi soldiers. This meant that Rudolf had to plead his case to the authorities. His brother Adolf snitched on him that he was working with the Nazis, and this caused Rudolf to be imprisoned for another year, while Adolf was making profits. Rudolf tried to snitch on his brother as well, but Adolf’s charges were dropped. This essentially ended the Dassler brothers.

Adolf became Adidas and Puma was started by Rudolf. Over the years I have aligned my alliance to Puma then Adidas depending on the latest paper I have read about the story. Somehow determining which brother was less-Nazisish. I mean, I could avoid the whole situation and buy Nikes, but ew no. What’s the fun in that.

Cialis and Steve

Okay, I have turned on comments again after almost two years. Let's see if the bots have forgotten me. There is nothing worse than fifty comments about my pressing requirement of Cialis. 

Comments on this blog and the comment section in general remind me of a spouse of a former friend who honestly believed his comments were completely anonymous. He then spent valuable and limited time in this world to dog me out for silly reasons.  I would suggest not being a bot in this life. Namaste   

Watermelon

 So I just attempted to explain who the comedian, Gallagher was to my boyfriend.  “See… back in the 70’s he was a popular comedian. His deal was that he would smash watermelons with massive hammers. If you sat in the first couple of rows, you get covered in watermelon bits…. He was famous For this.” Uh. Okay.” The boyfriend turned back to his book. “He was really famous.” I added. “He was also a huge misogynist, homophobe, and if I remember correctly a antisemitic dick.” “Oh…” the boyfriend raised an eyebrow. “So now he’s dead? Sorry for your loss.” Truely he’s the comedian in this house. 

Fifteen Years of StevieB

Wow. It’s been 254 years since starting this blog. Today, marks my blog anniversary; or, blogiversary. Well I guess it’s only been Fifteen years, a nice number I never dreamed I would achieve. A ton of changes have happened to my world since November 11, 2007. Even the changes I blogged about have then changed. “Long-term” relationships have come and gone. Friends have come and gone to be replaced with truer and healthier friends. This blog is a perfect testament to the quote, “If you live long enough, you’ll experience everything.”

This year finds me happy as a clam, which makes me like Melissa Etheridge. As we know Melissa’s music suffers and can be classified and not heartfelt when she is happy and in a stable relationship. It’s only when her life is unsatisfying does her music have driving rhythms.  As my world is content I tend to blog less. This is not a good characteristic.  But, blogs about finally perfecting my taco seasoning for my Breville pressure cooker are not inspiring me to write….

 Boring topics for Steven to blog about since his youth internal conflict has dissipated….

The drunk lady upstairs blares her 80’s rock; but, won’t play the whole song

Black cars… never clean, am I right

The cat will never sleep on my side of the bed. Likes Brian better

So much Voguing going on in the free-weight section of the gym

Why bother getting into a show, it will be cancelled as soon as you care.

Twitter is dead

So you can see there are an endless supply of topics I can blog about. And since all other social media that took me away from my blog is slowly dying, or being taken over by James Bond-like villains this blog has just sat and waited for me. I long ago turned off comments as it was nothing but spam.  Shall we try the comments again? Like Twitter but without the crumbling of society?

So, my dear faithful reader let’s go forward, "One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine." – The Doctor