Ocean of Lost Dreams

I have spent the better part of my life struggling to achieve my dreams. I have felt in my soul the need to present to the world my innermost being through creativity but lately have found myself cast adrift on an ocean of lost dreams.

I've dropped anchor and have given up my quest and it is eating up my soul. There is an indescribable pain in feeling as if your dreams will not come true. I can't find the meaning in going to work at a job I have no passion for, being in relationships that don't capture my heart, and feeling powerless because I can't or won't buy into the concept of money.

I don't want to just buy stuff to stuff down my dreams! I'm here on this plain for a limited time and all I want to do is experience the meaning of why am I here. I used to have faith that one day this would be understood but I feel that everyday I am closer to death without knowing my purpose.

I don't need fame or riches (although they would allow me to realize my dreams), all I need to know is that when all is said and done - is that I mattered.

Drag Me to Heaven

Sick and delirious in bed I stumbled upon a gem of a show that made my inner gay man want to get up and shout "I feel good".

Logo's Rupaul's Drag Race is a reality show that has combined several of my guilty pleasures of reality programming like Top Model and Project Runway into a drag-licious delight.

I love when Rupaul sans drag comes into the workroom a la Tim Gunn to offer his critique to the drag queen hopefuls up against a costuming deadline or when he sashays out in all his drag glory to lead a panel of judges that includes fashion designer Santino Rice.

He gives Tyra a run for her money with a figure to die for, spot on commentary and his feel good ending with the phrase "If you can't love yourself, how the hell are you going to love someone else?"

Just don't be surprised if you fall out of your seat with laughter every time the contestants have to lip sync for their lives. You'll truly be in Drag Heaven!