This week is already shaping up nicely. Tonight B and I are heading out to run errands in the Gold Coast and follow it up with dinner. Tomorrow I have a girly dinner that undoubtedly involves tequila in celebration of Margarita Tuesday. Wednesday is dinner with a gay man. Thursday is drinks with another gay man. Saturday is the Kathy G show in the burbs with a room full of gay men. And Sunday wraps up the week with more gay chorus fun.

I�m just waiting to use the line �I�m the princess of Boystown... because we sure as fuck know that I�m not the queen!�

I kid, I kid.

I know I�m not a hag or a hanger-on with the guys. I just really and truly like them, and they all seem to like me. I get invited to house parties, bar events, and shopping trips just like everyone else in that social group. I get hugs, cheek kisses, and friendly waves just walking down the street.

I rather like this group of friends. Some outsider can always step in and say that I�m seeking attention from a so-called safe source, but isn�t that what friends are? People who like you for you, are genuinely happy for your wins and bolstering during your losses, and would cut a ho who hurt you?

Bring it on. �