Blind Devotion

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I was all prepared to write a emotionally wrenching post about losing my left contact lens yesterday at the Kabuki spa and then being forced to stumble up Filmore street to my optometrist with only one eye in focus, but I can’t see to type without my contacts, so never mind. Houseboy Ton Amour has kindly agreed to type this from my diction, but since he refuses to use both hands when at the keyboard, I have no idea how all this is going to come out.
If you need me , I’ll be here in St. Snark’s Home for the Near Sighted and Feeble Minded.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

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