Donated by a local west hollywood artist. Very creative. We seem to agree.
A beautiful Day in the Gayborhood
Just another day in crazy town.
Mama Whisper came to town (my actual mother) and we were pal-ling around the city all day. I started to think how beautiful the weather was, how pretty all my fellow West Hollywood civilians are, and mostly that I was getting very used to this. AND NO JOKE as I started to tell my mother how I am a legit Los Angelo now. I looked to my right and there was a guy in a bathtub with wheels and a shower cap on his head being pushed by another dude. And as we turned on Melrose, low and behold there was another man on a Unicycle juggling pins.
Today’s lesson: Expect nothing. There’s always a surprise waiting around the corner in Weho.
No secrets about it.
BILLnotBORED
Driving home down Sunset BLVD is never a bore.
Exhibit A: These three billboards perfectly placed directly across from one another off of San Vicente and Sunset.
Looks like the only way to advertise in this town is to appeal to the fake…cougars…with plastic surgery.
SHHH Just remember: we find this laughable, and you can’t laugh at these billboards if you pull your face back and inject out all of your wrinkles. This is funny only, and NOT the norm!
Crosswalk Dance
I woke up this morning on the WAY wrong side of the bed. In a funk + bad hair day= bad mood. Got in my car to drive to a 10 am meeting and got stuck at the red light at La Cienaga and Santa Monica Blvd when I see a handsome looking bearded man fall flat on his face mid crosswalk!
Upon closer inspection neck down, he was wearing a tube dress, sparkly heels, and fish nets. As he got up he took off the Dorothy heels and made it to the other side of the street barefoot.
SHHH
This all happened within five seconds, but it just goes to show:
when you think you’re having a bad day there’s always a tragic walk of shame to be witnessed to cheer you up.
No photo attached to this one … that’s just cruel
Sent from my iPhone
Airplane Etiquette
(and by gentlemen I mean specifically the clown currently sitting next to me in First Class)
There is no excuse for you to be dressed in shorts, a tank top, and freaking flip flops. Didn’t we go over flip flops already? What are you five years old. There is an unspoken plane dress code, and this just isn’t it. Your “I’m in first class, I’m going to look like I don’t have to try” doesn’t fly with me. This makes you the opposite of a gurl magnet. No straight woman or gay man should look at you twice… or be obligated to sit next to you.
Oh, and sitting there reading Cigar Aficionado makes you an official douchebag.
Where is the seat ejector when you need it!
“Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking.” Airplane!
James
The Gubby
TRICKING THE BEAU
Still A Sore Subject
As I write this post, I hear my newest beau asking me:
Wait, I just have a question: did you really purposely do that or did you just not want to hang out?
That’s so cruel of you. Is that a true story??
That’s so rude if it is true.
Yep it’s all true. And here’s what happened:
Months back my hottest gay friend and I gave you a harmless little test to figure out if you were gay or not. But why wouldn’t we? That night my gay & I planned on going together to an event, dinner, and then to a gay bar on Robertson Blvd (which is rare for me but his real gay man friends were busy). You called us when you knew we were at a gay club dancing…around 1:30am to hang out. Red flag.
When you invited us to come to your place after the bar, the hottest gay dropped me off and I sent him to your house alone. And you thought I was coming over instead
It was a foolproof test, as no real gay man would turn down a late night visit by my hottest gay, nor would he avoid him making a pass at you.
I’m very sorry we put you through that initial are you gay or are you straight test, but how can you blame a girl? I’ve been a bit wrong about the sexuality of past boys I’ve dated, but who’s to blame me, gay men in west hollywood are just hotter than the straight ones. In fact, I met my hottest gay friend by hopelessly hitting on him New Year’s Eve. {refer to earlier post} Now we’re besties…next best thing.
Beau’s reply to our tall tale: That’s so dick.
SHHH You passed the test for now. But don’t worry there will be many more. I’m no longer easily convinced.
Sunset Salutations
Gay men and Straight Girls Alike,
HOW are we supposed to drive home safely while these come and get me billboards are within two blocks of each other!?!
I bet these ads were mades especially for us We Hoe citizens. I’d love to see what these same clothing ads look like in other cities!
SHH Don’t fool yourselves, we love it. Gives us something to look at while stuck in five hour traffic from La Cienaga to the Chateau.
Survival Guide Tip to Living in WeHo #1
DON’T forget that at least one beautiful person moves from their small town..or large town.. to LA. Pretty people are drawn here as they’ve always been told their golden locks and Bambi eyes are something special.
When we look around us, beautiful people is ALL we see and you might start to think that is the norm. It’s not. I just got back from a brief vacay and visited multiple airports, restaurants, and bars and let me tell you, America is ugly. If you don’t believe me, get away for the weekend and see for yourself.
If you don’t have time to travel, try diverting your attention away from the latest celebrity weekly magazine next time you visit the magazine stand and pick up something a little more homely and with pictures to match.
So remember this as you walk around the streets of WeHo feeling blinded, dizzy, or nauseous due to the over population of good looking people. Don’t let this get you down or feel unconfident, just remember West Hollywood is special. Don’t overcompensate. Just flaunt what you’ve already got.



















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