Christine, where the hell are you??? Please come back, I miss you!

I'M BAAAAACK! 

(Photo taken one month after this one.  Just call me Mack Mommy.  Mustang Eddie and I are about to leave the King Arthur Club, hop into our gangsterline and head over to the afterhours club on Fillmore Street.  Have a cocktail, do a few lines, talk trash and crash at the pad.)

Thank you, Madam, for jarring me back to my senses.  And for everyone else who let me know in no uncertain terms that poodles and religious nightlights are apparently NOT what they come here for.  I thought I'd gone over the line with the (currently hidden) post about the semi-nude hot-bodied gangster, but maybe not.   Just in case you  missed him (or you're just, you know, MISSING HIM) . . .

Truthfully, I never really thought I was living an unconventional life--what I was doing was what all my friends were doing back in the day.  When I had enough, I'd go live with my mother in Alabama until I got bored and yearned to return to The Life.

So I went through a period of my life when I dated black men.  They weren't all pimps and drug dealers--most of them had jobs and "did" drugs occasionally.  I had FUN, darn it all--I partied with professional football players (OMG, the Raiders in those days were some hellacious party animals!) and dated OJ Simpson's brother for awhile.  Yes, I met OJ but didn't think much of him since his wife-battering ways were just coming to public attention.

Now, there will still be posts about my vintage collecting and collections, just because that's what I love. 

A little sugar, a little spice.  Nice combo.