The holidays are such a crazy time of self-indulgence. I will totally admit that I am ready for this month to be over so I can gain a tad bit of normality in my life.
Not only is there the food and the drink, but with the shopping and the endless cheer and holiday greetings -- it's enough to make a girl flip her tinsel wig.
I have given in to all of it, too, except the shopping part. Here I am, days before Christmas and I have yet to step into a store. Quite honestly, I doubt I even will. I lost my fondness for this overdone holiday some years ago and choose to try to do something for someone I don't know instead of feeling the obligation to buy something for this or that person. I find that the whole receiving of the gifts to be quite awkward and very rarely even hang onto the gifts through January.
This Year, me and the Kennedolls did two service projects: one for the community and one for our community. I wanted to decorate a tree but not actually have it in my house dropping needles and starting fires. We got the tree and found a family to donate it to.
The second project was a tree for Club Jam. Their tree was a pornament tree, which is exactly like it sounds. Basically you take mod podge and magazines and craft ornaments with adult activities and quotes. It was so much fun and we got Planned Parenthood to donate a couple hundred condoms that we wrapped with pipe-cleaner bows and hung on the tree for bar patrons to take. I think I have found a new Christmas tradition for my friends and I.
A Holiday Escape
This early onset inversion is going to kill me, I swear! As we speak, I am hacking up crap from my lungs. Bronchitis is definitely what I did not want for Christmas. After the holiday, I've decided to go to California to escape it. How sad is it that I am going to L.A. to escape pollution?
If you can't leave the state, I know an escape for at least one evening. In Sugar House, there is a lovely little club called Karamba where you'll find Salt Lake's biggest little Latin gay club on Sunday nights. I find myself at Karamba's Sunday parties a couple times a year and every time and I ask myself why I don't come more often because I have the best time whenever I go.
On Christmas, this little ray of sunshine will be offering the warmest party in town. Merry Elfin Christmas is the theme Promoter C.J. Laura has come up with. Meaning that the caliente go-go dancers (both male and female) will be scantily clad in elfin wear and you should, too. This is a club where I can get on the dance floor and not realize that a couple hours have lapsed. The music that DJ Felilipe spins is the perfect mix of what's hot here as well as on top of the Latin charts. Everyone seems to get in the spirit because the dance floor is packed the whole night.
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The holidays are such a crazy time of self-indulgence. I will totally admit that I am ready for this month to be over so I can gain a tad bit of normality in my life.
Not only is there the food and the drink, but with the shopping and the endless cheer and holiday greetings -- it's enough to make a girl flip her tinsel wig.
I have given in to all of it, too, except the shopping part. Here I am, days before Christmas and I have yet to step into a store. Quite honestly, I doubt I even will. I lost my fondness for this overdone holiday some years ago and choose to try to do something for someone I don't know instead of feeling the obligation to buy something for this or that person. I find that the whole receiving of the gifts to be quite awkward and very rarely even hang onto the gifts through January.
This Year, me and the Kennedolls did two service projects: one for the community and one for our community. I wanted to decorate a tree but not actually have it in my house dropping needles and starting fires. We got the tree and found a family to donate it to.
The second project was a tree for Club Jam. Their tree was a pornament tree, which is exactly like it sounds. Basically you take mod podge and magazines and craft ornaments with adult activities and quotes. It was so much fun and we got Planned Parenthood to donate a couple hundred condoms that we wrapped with pipe-cleaner bows and hung on the tree for bar patrons to take. I think I have found a new Christmas tradition for my friends and I.
A Holiday Escape
This early onset inversion is going to kill me, I swear! As we speak, I am hacking up crap from my lungs. Bronchitis is definitely what I did not want for Christmas. After the holiday, I've decided to go to California to escape it. How sad is it that I am going to L.A. to escape pollution?
If you can't leave the state, I know an escape for at least one evening. In Sugar House, there is a lovely little club called Karamba where you'll find Salt Lake's biggest little Latin gay club on Sunday nights. I find myself at Karamba's Sunday parties a couple times a year and every time and I ask myself why I don't come more often because I have the best time whenever I go.
On Christmas, this little ray of sunshine will be offering the warmest party in town. Merry Elfin Christmas is the theme Promoter C.J. Laura has come up with. Meaning that the caliente go-go dancers (both male and female) will be scantily clad in elfin wear and you should, too. This is a club where I can get on the dance floor and not realize that a couple hours have lapsed. The music that DJ Felilipe spins is the perfect mix of what's hot here as well as on top of the Latin charts. Everyone seems to get in the spirit because the dance floor is packed the whole night.
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As entertainment, they usually have the Ladies of Paradise come in and feature some out-of-town talent and I have no problem saying that when it comes to trannies, everyone knows that the Latin Divas are the prettiest, most talented bitches in the biz.
Go feel the Latin heat this Christmas!
Feliz Navidad, PK
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