I’ve had many moments of saying to myself, “How the hell did I end up here?”

I’ve rhetorically asked myself this question since the age of 18 after running off to Vancouver, carried on when I moved to the south of France at 19. Many of these moments in fact have been well documented.

It reminds of that song Drinking in L.A. (a hit in 2006), “What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?.” just substitute L.A. for any number of cities in any number of countries.

Soon, it’s pretty certain that I will be feeling that way again, just not in a bad way.

I am off to New York to be interviewed by the RuPaul’s Drag Race reality show contestant, Ongina, for her Logo TV project “HIV & Me” on Friday for the weekend.

I have to tell you, honestly, as we sit there at 11 am come this Saturday, I am going to be struck by “How the hell did I get here?”

They were looking for people to be interviewed for this project. When I read the email, it stated an age range of 20 to 40.

We all know which side of the numerical value outside of which I fall.

Nonetheless, I decided to write them anyway. Read the full story

Me, lapping it up in the parade. Thanks to my friend, Jesse Calvert, for the pic.

It takes everyone a while to recover from Pride, and I’m no different. I didn’t stop partying from the Thursday night to Sunday. So, I was an absolute zombie on Monday. Physically, I’m feeling fine now, but this is the second or third year where it has taken me the week to emotionally recover and to stop beating myself up for what I didn’t do.

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Nicholas and I attempting out Austrian fashion poses.

I guess it’s time to come out of post-pride mode. The reality for me for me that weekend was that by the time the actual day came about I was already pretty peopled out.

Friday and Saturday night was great. I had a change to see a lot of friends, and I did for the first time, probably ever, at Pride feel a real sense of community. Read the full story