Blogger Worlds Collide Tonight!

Tonight I will meet Adam of This Boy Elroy and Mark of Zeitzeuge. I am so excited to finally meet up with these guys and their other-halfs Brad and Brian in Dallas. We'll meet up at JR's first, then head out to the Roundup afterwards.

I am giddy with excitement. But boy are my nerves ramped up too! In preparation for this meeting, I have worked out in the gym everyday this week. Jeez... little good that will do. It is too damned cold to even THINK about trying to emulate a colt model and do my famous licking of my armpits gag. Well, I guess I can always warm up by JIGGY DANCING. I am sure everyone is just peeing on themselves waiting for a live rendition. Uhh... perhaps NOT!

Well... are they nervous like I am? What if Adam's biceps are 3.5 times bigger than mine and he asks me "You do workout don't you?" Jeez! I may be a RUNT compared to Adam. What if Brian tells Mark... "I thought you said his reputation is that he is a bully? That is the queerest motherfucker on the planet!" Or worse... someone says "Damn... he must have taken 1,000,000 pics just to put 100 good ones on his blog." YIKES! Can you see the pressure in my head? What if I just don't measure up to whatever these guys expect of me?

Besides that... word is going to swiftly travel through the Tell-a-Queen network about our experience together. Mark and I have each seen Homer wield the homenator. Adam and I have each met: Kel, Chad Fox, and Dan. There is a whole slew of us bloggers that will be in SF for Pride. With such an incestuous bunch, it is entirely possible that if one of us gets crabs... we'll all have crabs! Do you see my point? We are a tightly knit group. That's a lot of pressure on me!

Folks... it all comes down to this: our blogs are our own public relations venue. We tightly control the message. We show the world the side we want them to see. Tonight, reality runs right into perception. We will see a more intimate view of the men behind their blogs. God... please don't let me flake out. If I just be myself, then I should be fine. Dammit... I should be more than fine. I should be the same handful that I burden those New Orleans boys with!