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As part of my Constant Mission to be of Service to Others, SRO today initiates a new feature, SRO Boy-Toy of the Week (please turn to column on right).

This week, our Debut SROBTOW is Travis, sought-after Calvin Klein Crave model and source of endless Web Searches. Now all of you looking for info or a pic of this Beau Mec can drool to one side while the rest of us carry on like civilized Hos.

Travis was a tough call, my personal choice being Chris Meloni natch, but after endless Focus Groups and 8 Ball Shakes, public duty won. It being only a week made the decision easier and you can bet your purty ass Chrissy will be next. Frankly Travis isn't really "my type" though under extreme duress I might reluctantly give in. He's only twenty-two for god's sake, I own T-shirts older than him.

Perhaps when this whole "Calvin Klein" thing blows over and I stop getting Googlized about him we can all return to our Regularly Scheduled Program.

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I'd avoided the blog Fried Green al-Qaedas (FGA-Q) mostly because of the name. My Taliban/Bush/terrorist limit has been way maxed out and the thought of reading more "opinions" from people I could care less about was more than I could fathom. However due to remarks in Radio Free Blogistan, I checked it out and was pleasantly surprised to find it's not about politics at all. Well, not yet anyway.

FGA-Q isn't really a "new" blog, just renamed. Previously it was a cyber-novel called "Green" which he's apparently finished and has moved back to a traditional blog format (as if there are "traditions" already). Reading FGA-Q today actually made me want to go and read the novel.

FGA-Q also intends to devote a daily section to critiquing Salon Blogs and I'm awed by his courage to write things I've been thinking but have, due to my polite Southern upbringing, been reluctant to fully express. I'm on pins and needles awaiting mention of SRO, natch, and have already begun imagining which of my traits will be skewered (dream stories? hmmmm...).

I'm happy to add another Salon Blog to my short list of daily reads. Most of them aren't my thing and I occassionally read some just to remind me of what I don't want to sound like. Fortunately FGA-Q isn't nearly as pompous and was good for a few hees.

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1:33:44 AM    sro home /

I dream alot. I'm talking specifically about when I'm sleeping. Last night (or this morning) I had a particularly vivid dream, so real in fact that I awoke when Peggy pushed me around on the bed and then went back to sleep to My Dream.

In the dream I was visiting NYC, my former hood, and had just discovered a new row of Trendy Boutiques around the corner from my former apartment. These shops specialized in a New Trend of clothing mysteriously called "Necroism" (???). The clothes are pastel in shade (alot of baby blue and pink), made of some SuperModern Fabric that's slightly metallic (like Barbarella would wear) and feature Japanese lettering. Go figure.

My dream self strolled from shop to shop weighing the desirability of the style. Was this really the Hot New Thing in Fashion? The look was very Hello Kitty and I was suspicious of it's application to an Older Fag like myself. However by the end of my stroll down Necroism Lane, I'd reconsidered and returned to one of the first stores I'd entered in order to buy what I thought was the most subtle of the shirts.

Closed! The rolldown gate had been locked and I was forced to consider the goods in the neighboring boutique which (for some dream-like reason) I didn't find as enticing.

Upon waking this morning, I took a moment to consider my dream. I suppose I should be a little concerned at spending a dream shopping although I often find myself doing rather tedious tasks in my dreams. Given the possibilities (anything), doing things like browsing through stores or (as I have in the past) reorganizing my closet seems a little wasteful. On the other hand, I'm glad they get done at all.

During my dream musings, I recognized several influences from my weekend: watching Cowboy Be-Bop on the Cartoon Network (an animé series), the bizarre metalic pink dress the Mother on L&O:CSI bought for her daughter before she was brutally gunned down, the Style Channel show FashionTrance which elevates New Styles to the status of Dogma.

Last week my ex and I were watching Enterprise and despite it being a New Show, I suddenly got the feeling of deja-vu. I could clearly visualize the plot and said to Joe, "She's going to crawl through a hole and her shirt will come off."

"You're whacked."

Duh. The show had never been aired and it seemed like a very V.I.P. plot device for the normally dour Star Trek franchise. Five minutes later, the SpaceChick ends up jumping out of a tunnel and her t-shirt catches on a nail and - ta-da! - boobs-a-flyin'. Cool, huh?

So how do you look in pink?

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