Posts Tagged ‘Chicago’

It’s Still Getting Better…

November 16, 2010

Back on October 3rd, I shot a video along with 20 some odd other Chicago gays for the It Gets Better Project. The brilliant Dan Savage came in and shot these with the help of Jake Stiger, Justin Skok, Michael Stewart,  and Eileen Dougharty who were all so supportive (and attractive).  After you’ve watched mine, go check out ones by many of our Chicago pals including my hubby at and then check out the main hub with all the hubbub, bub, at

And most important, share these with others an get them into the hands of not only questioning kids, but to all kids so they may help their peers as well.




Tis’ The Season To Be…Crabby

December 9, 2008



Crabby Jamie Christmas

I think I should be in a better mood than I am.  The holidays are coming!  I get to go home and see my family, who I adore.  I am going to get to spend some quality time with you, Brad and my other friends.  I can’t wait to see all my nieces and nephews and how much they’ve grown since the summer.  Plus, I get presents!  Who doesn’t like presents?  Yet, I’m still sort of living up to my family’s affectionate (or not) nickname for me: Crabby Jamie.  C.J.  Really cute, I know.

I thought maybe the mall could help lift the funk.  Last weekend I was looking for something to wear and I needed to do that somewhere that wasn’t my closet.  So I headed out to the mall. Even though malls are insane this time of year and most people wouldn’t be caught dead, the craziness can’t deter my love of shopping.  As a matter of fact, it almost amplifies the thrill of the hunt. At holiday time it’s pretty much turned into a big deal safari.

(In the whispery, Austrailian Discovery Channel Narrator Voice)

“Look there, beyond the Martha Stewart Dutch Ovens.”

“Is that?–No, it couldn’t be.–It is!”

“It’s the rare Egyptian Cotton 1000-thread count sheet sets at a price one has never seen before, $69.99!”

“Surely there won’t be any usable colors left in the pack.  Let us get a closer look.”

(Army crawl behind the bath sheet display)

“Now that we’re crouched in a remote corner of Macy’s perhaps we can make out the different members of the pack.”

“Look there!  Is that a usable color?”

“Is that a white set surrounded by all the teal and burnt orange breeds?  Are they feasting on it’s apparent weakness and stain potential?”

“We must capture it!”

(Lunge for the pack of wild sheet sets.  Knock over display.)

Even with all that excitement, I didn’t end up getting the sheet set.  It turned out it was of the Papua New Guinea pygmy variety:  twin size.

No sheets.  Nothing new to wear.  Still grumpy.  What gives?  I think my body might be anticipating the cold already.  It’s the only thing I can think of.  I hated it when I lived there, but now I’ve actually acclimated to a warm climate, cold makes me even more miserable.  Sure, snow is really beautiful to look at on Christmas.  IF it’s the new white fluffy untrampled variety, but when do we get that in Chicago?  We’re usually cursed with the brownish gray wet, wet, wet slushy kind.  If that was all, I think I could live with it.  But, no.  It will be 900 degrees below zero.  Wet feet suck, but they don’t suck as bad as freezing cheeks, ears and hands.  They NEVER get warm while I’m there.  I feel like Leonardo DiCaprio in the final scenes of Titanic every time I walk out the door, except without the huge blue diamond to live for.  So yes, it seems I’m grumpy about the weather in a place I no longer live that I only have to visit in the winter once a year and my trip is still two weeks away.

Bah Humbug.

You know the only thing that will make it better?  When I get there and I get to see my family, who I adore.  Spending quality time with you and Brad.  Seeing my nieces and nephews.  Oh…and the presents.



Obligatory mention of Halloween and Elections

November 3, 2008

So Jamie,

How was your Halloween? Were you in the ‘hurst or West Hollywood? I felt I really couldn’t do a blog and not post something regarding Halloween or the election, though does anyone want to really hear about either. I’ll be quick. 

chad, gred, marc, brad, bradley

chad, gred, marc, brad, bradley

Friday I went out with Brad, Chad, Bradley, Greg, and Patrick as a group Halloween project: 80’s Icons. Brad and I were Top/Bottom Gun, Chad- Adam Ant, Greg- George Michael, Bradley -the best Richard Simmons ever, and Patrick, he was the documentarian of it all.  While Brad and I went for the gay male equivelent of slutty chearleader or Playboy bunny, and Greg and Chad clearly gave the 80’s Icon theme the most effort, Bradley Spear stole it with Richard!! We had folks shouting from windows at him and posing every 2 minutes. It was seriously like being with Richard Simmons, but you’re pretty sure Bradley was not going to slip ‘G’ into your Mountain Dew. After the parade we met up with a ton of friends at Scarlet including your pal Rob Lindley as big tall Orphan Annie, Jake S. as a naughty Boy Scout (see gay slutty cheerleader syndrome above), our friend Gus (who needs nothing to make him look hot and trampy) and the ever seductive Bil Ingraham as Jamiroquai (by now you’ve clicked on the links and have a visual!) .  Much fun was had, large cocktails were swallowed, yadda yadda yadda I had the bisque. 

So, Obama’s looking like a winner. Awesome. Please let it end soon and the lines be short. I can’t take one more moment of republican rule. All I want to say to round this out is my love goes to Becky, Doug, Jim, Jon, Gus and all my unbelievably giving friends who worked so hard so this country has a fighting chance to end this tyranny and move on. And lets all take a moment for those also-rans who gave it all so B.O. could get this far: Hillary, Bill R, Biden, and even Edwards. You’re my 1-4 choices, even though I still love me some Barack. 

Hope you all have a happy voting day!

Some Things I Don’t Understand

October 7, 2008


Table for one, please?

Table for one, please?

Because of the amount I travel for business, I find myself eating A LOT of meals in restaurants alone. Some people would find this embarrassing or disturbing.  I actually kind of love it. It gives me time to think. Generally,  I just let my mind wander. Sometimes I come up with themes for my mealtime thoughts.  One time, I had dinner at a sports bar in Wilmington, OH and I made a list of my favorite words.  Lusty, rumble, omnipotent, predatory, twig, etc, etc, etc.  In all, I wrote down 177 words over those buffalo wings.  Another day, in Boston,  I mentally made a list of all the boys I’ve kissed over the years.  I seem to recall that was a particularly lengthy meal.

At dinner tonight, I had every intention of doing some work while I ate.  Come up with a to do list, write down all the ways I’m behind at work, something along those lines.  I picked up the menu to choose a dish and that’s when I saw it.  In bold letters across the top of the chicken section:  


Innocent enough, right?  But it got me thinking.  What is broasted chicken exactly?  I had it plenty of times during my childhood, but I’ve never really understood what it is.  Why is it different from fried chicken?  It tastes an awful lot like fried chicken to me.  If you’re going to make something as yummy as fried chicken, why not just make fried chicken?  I think I’ve only ever seen it on menus in Chicago. Is it a midwestern thing?  Why hasn’t it caught on?  

These seemingly innocuous thoughts about chicken led me to think about other things I don’t understand.  So I made a list (as I’m wont to do).

Clear Bra Straps – Why?  I can still see them.  They’re clear, not invisible, people.  What’s the point?  Aren’t they sweaty?  I think what you’re looking for, ladies, is something strapless or at the very least convertible. Someone explain.

The Electoral College – Yeah, yeah, I know.  I’ve read the books.  I’ve read the countless articles.  I’ve had political know-it-alls explain it to me.  I still do. not. get. it.  I’m a pretty smart girl (if I do say so myself) and it’s absolutely baffling.  How is regular guy on the street going to understand? Does it matter? I bet Sarah Palin is just as confused about it as I am, which does not make me feel good about myself.

Violent Rivalry – Admittedly, I’m more of a Cubs fan than White Sox fan.  I can’t help it, I love those dumb-asses. However, that does not mean I want the White Sox starting roster to spontaneously drop dead.  I’m a Chicago fan.  I want all Chicago teams to do well.  I want my fellow Chicagoans to be happy.  If I can’t be happy for my team, the next best thing is having happy people around me.  Why is this so foreign?  Is it just jealousy?  I’m sure I’m going to get a shitload of flack for this, but nobody has ever been able to justify the anyone-who-isn’t-us-sucks-donkey-balls rationale for me.

PCs – Why do people buy them?  I don’t really consider myself one of those weirdly loyal Mac people.  It’s just that Macs are so much cooler.  Apples ain’t perfect, but they come with better stuff, they hardly ever break down, they look beautiful, and they pretty much do anything a PC does now.  Is it all about cost?  When all is said and done, are they that much more expensive?  I truly don’t know.  I bought my current iMac in 2003…which is kind of my point.

Pennies – Aren’t we past the 1¢ coin?  Hasn’t it outlived it’s usefulness?  No machines take them.  The penny candy is long gone. They simply sit around and accumulate in junk drawers.  What’s the point?  Can’t we round up? Is this a conspiracy by Tennesseans who supply the majority of the zinc that makes up modern pennies?  If so, that is CRAFTY.  I’m not the only one who thinks this, what is taking so long?  Would our economy crash? (oops too late! Can I blame this on Republicans too?)

Yep, all this over some stupid chicken.  You should see what happens when I order a cocktail with my meal.

Lazy Sundays in Chicago

September 21, 2008

Hello there,

You’ll be glad to know that I’ve recovered from my Friday night drinking binge. I’ve never been too much of a drinker, but there are occasions where I temporarily lose my mind. Friday was one of those times.  Four beers, five bourbon and gingers… wasted.  It took most of the day Saturday, but I managed to pick myself up and am ready for your birthday celebration.  I think it’s mostly because of the weather (and copious amounts of diet coke).  

It’s impossible to be in the dumps on a beautiful late summer day in Chicago.  I know me some gorgeous weather.  I live in Los Angeles where it is perfect 98% of the time. But Chicago, oh, Chicago in September is something to experience.  Warm sunny days, cool crisp nights.  It’s almost enough to make you forget the frozen tundra of December/January/February/March/April.  Almost, but not quite, because if you’ve ever experienced an el platform at 6am on a -10 degree windchill morning, you will never forget it. Ever.



As a matter of fact, it was such a morning that I decided to high-tail it out of here and move to LA.  I was at the Blue Line stop at Damen and I was wearing the ugliest down coat known to man.  The color was “raspberry” and it went from the top of my head to my ankles.  It was so fugly, that It is the single article of clothing in our relationship that Andrew refused to be seen with me in.  With such a sacrifice of fashion you would have thought it was warm and cozy.  Not a chance.  Even that coat with all it’s thinsulate glory could not protect me.  That’s when I realized it was a losing battle.  I could never be comfortable in Chicago winter weather.  Some people aren’t bothered by it.  For me It was impossible to get over.  So after 28 years, I set my sights on warmer climes leaving all my family and friends behind. 

And here we are.  I’ve been in LA over 2 1/2 years.  I’m thrilled with the climate when I actually get to spend extended time there, but I do get urges for Chicago right around this time every year.  Indian Summer they used to call it when we were kids.  I don’t know what people call it now, but I think it’s magic.

I hope you’re enjoying the weather and having a lovely birthday weekend so far.  I will see you later today at your party, old man!