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Friday 1/12/2007

Belated New Years Round-up

I know ya'll were over hearing about New Years the moment you recovered from the next day's hangover but I thought I'd share some cuts from my recent ill-fated BOI Magazine column. I have to admit, although I looked surprisingly handsome with facial hair and a crisp black get-up, the NYE festivities in boystown licked ass...thank god for vodka and Frank Failing's laugh out loud commentary to get me through. It wasn't till recently I've felt the need to be completely straight foward with my thoughts, as you can see from the "social(lite)" cutting room floor, I put off quite a different attitude:

Social(lite)

"We fired up our night at Kit Kat Lounge, the cat’s meow for trannie’s and martini’s. The itty bitty, men with titties hotspot was pleasantly full with the more polished residents of lakeview...also known as heterosexuals. A five course gourmet dinner and a high drag show dessert was served at three separate seatings. The very talented Madam X and Tracy Ross performed while my favorite Kit Kat diva, Kayla Krawford, played hostess and worked the room. All was charming and subdued, very lovely, there wasn’t the “over packed, spill a drink on me, shirtless muscle man feel” I was craving for on my New Years night, so it was on to the boy bars!

Moving on, we squeezed into the over packed Hydrate, Cocktail, and Roscoe’s before we finally settled into a perfectly populated Sidetracks for our NYE countdown. The “Sparkling Affair” was a benefit for Equality Illinois and all bars were roaring to full compacity complete with edible shirtless bartenders. Dressed in festive hats and spinning their noise makers the well watered crowd shouted out the countdown, ringing in the new year a sea of balloons dropped from the ceiling.

Heading north we took our post countdown celebration to Jackhammer where goofball drag hostess, Teri Yaki, was the belle of the ball. Also there and tucking back his genetils was Cyon Flare, who gave a killer surprise performance in a fiery red showgirl number. Watch for her this Thursday @ Jackhammer with Dj Oskar."

Super-de-duper! Are you gagging yet? I do have to say I ran into a ton of familar faces.. again Teri Yaki, Cyon Flare, Cami @ Kit Kat, Jim from Roscoe, Pepe from Sidetrack, Ronnie from Minibar(drool), and of course any doorman at Hydrate, haha...love ya'll!

Wednesday 1/10/2007

Seperated by bling-bling

Tara Reid and I sport the same crystal encrusted tooth necklace...Hey, I've developed a steady, alcohol induced routine similar to Tara's hard partying ways...Why not share her fashion sense?!

I had it first bitch *kiss*

Wednesday 1/10/2007

Confessions of a (small town) twenty-something?

Three days ago my 10 yr. old brother, Jeremiah, was diagnosed with Leukemia. Honestly, it’s progress that I’m even able to type that. My relationships with God, my friends, and with everyone around me have become forever altered. I find myself saying, “I don’t understand”. Over the past few months I’ve gotten confused about why it seems that everyone I love is being ripped from my hands, what lessons am I supposed to be learning here? I want to scream out, “ALRIGHT, I GET IT!” I cherish these people so much and I’m so sorry if there were moments I forgot that, can I have them back now? Eddie should be here with me,I miss him so much. Along with that, Jeremiah should be having fun like a kid, skateboarding with his friends, not talking about “having lived a good 10 years” as if he knows he may die from this.

Driving around this town I instantly recall the reason I ran out of it as fast as I could, the moment I turned 18. I feel very “Sweet Home Alabama”, except there’s no sexy Josh Lucas here to welcome me and as it happens my Patrick Dempsy back home is tucked away in a maximum security prison. I never could relate to many people back in Green Bay and that's something that's always been easy for me. It's funny how I always wanted to be seen as an individual yet I always yearn for some sort of acceptance. If anything, I am very humbled by all this. There is no glamour/no excitement here. The people here, strangely enough, probably wouldn’t care if there was. I may be spending quite some time here over the next few months so I better get used shaking things up a bit. I’m definitely going to be hitting the local homo pubs before I head back home to Chicago this week…What do the gays look like here these days?…I’ll bring the digital for proof…should be interesting!

you know some time we may not understand whi thing happen to us, we may not see the reasson there and then, but soon you will understand that evrythign happen for a reasson. No matter how bad it seem, you are stonger thent what you think. YOur little brother look upto you for cofert and happyness give him that and nothing more. Let him know thatyou love him for all that he is. you are hes strangth the same way youare to him.
Two shall be as one , always protects,always trust , always love

Angel

Posted by angeloceanic on Thursday, 1/11/2007 7:16PM

aww thanks angel

Posted by JustinBoltz on Friday, 1/12/2007 12:42AM

:muah: much slove bof

Posted by xmtryanx on Saturday, 1/13/2007 7:16PM

justin, I hope your brother makes it through this.. be strong and be well!!!

Lawrence

Posted by darryl on Monday, 1/15/2007 9:12AM

Monday 1/8/2007

About to become a collector's item

Before I could even announce my new social column it may already be seeing it's demise. A family emergency that abruptly sends me packing for Wisconsin and a growing realization the 125 lb. made-up socialite I was portraying was not someone I inevitably wanted to be. 2006 was filled with many ups and downs...I was given the chance to meet people I looked up to in the entertainment arena, I was able to go to both New York and LA almost back to back, and I was given the chance to build an audience with not one but two column gigs. My opportunities were plagued with some hard times too...exhaustion, little to no pay, drug addictions, and sometimes just situations that were more important than jumping in front of the camera made 06' oh so inconsistant for me. I have another opportunity with this New Year...to be myself...and not hide away from the camera or blog when a less than perfect light is shown on me.

To 2006 I leave my almost completely unknown alter ego, Tommy Gunns, six feet under, I leave my fear of being judged and my fear of failure and sometimes success.

I hope whoever's reading keeps reading, this blog has just begun.

Gee whiz, Mr. Gunns, That column in BOI Magazine reads familiar to a former BOI Magazine column I seem to recall. Gosh, what was it? It's riding on the tip of my velvet tongue here...

Posted by CPJason on Monday, 1/8/2007 10:09AM

Monday 1/8/2007

This...

...scared the fuck out of me

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