Let’s Get This Roadshow Started

I talked on the phone this weekend.

“Who cares?” you’re probably thinking.

Yeah, I know. It’s a fairly basic skill and anyone can do it- even a parrot if it’s on a speaker phone. And parrots probably have something interesting to say, unlike most people. I hate talking on the phone. Five days a week I put on my happy face mask – the one with the dead eyes. My normal transvestite voice changes to the high pitched and enthusiastic squealing of the chipper volunteer at an insane asylum – the one who has yet to have feces flung in her face.

By the weekend, I want to be alone. I need silence. I don’t want to think. It’s weird that I got the urge to make that phone call. I think I did it to remind me there are intelligent and funny people in the world. Being a Texan, I forget that simple truth at times.

I called Jeni Decker. We’d never spoken before, but had exchanged many emails. She took time out of her hectic schedule to talk to me. She made me laugh. I needed that.

I’m sure you’re thinking this isn’t a big deal. It’s not, except for one little thing. You’ll all be hearing from her someday. I’m convinced her books and films will be in homes across America. I’ve turned in my application to be her personal assistant. We’re already plotting a Gay Roadshow to New York. Her gays and my gays – we’ll be like twin Kathy Griffins.

Check out her blog and then join me in impatiently waiting for the release of her first published book which will be sometime in 2010.

http://closetspacemusings.blogspot.com/

The nice thing about Jeni is that no matter how successful she becomes, I know she’ll always take my calls.