Wednesday, September 05, 2007

I guess I owe you an update, so here it is. And I have good news and bad news.

The good news is that Lucille II and I are geeking out a bar right now so I can drink scotch (albeit cheap scotch) as I write this entry.

The bad news is that the bar is in Iowa, and I'm in Iowa because my little brother is not doing so well. "Not doing so well" in this particular case means he doesn't have much longer to be almost as creepy as I am. He has aggressive cancer and a brand new crop of tumors, so he is in home hospice and I'm taking care of him and am in Iowa for the duration. I just discovered that this place is one of the only places in town with Internet access, so at least maybe I can keep in sporadic touch with you all. And get away occasionally and have a cocktail, which is a welcome bonus.

I debated with myself about making this a blog entry but I decided that I owed you all an explanation for my extended absence. I'm very happy that I have the opportunity to be with my brother at this time and he's very appreciative that I'm around, so it's all working out pretty well as far as all that goes. He's still able to grimace and give me the finger when I tell him how shitty he looks so things are still pretty normal in our relationship, which is a good thing. He's in good spirits and to tell the truth in spite of everything he's still better looking than I am, the bastard.

So that's what's going on. I'm becoming quite the efficient male nurse, so if any of you need your asses wiped send me an email. I won't do it, of course, but I can explain to you how it should be done. I feel strongly that a vigorous flourish at the end is both a hygienic de rigueur and a nice stylistic touch.

I miss writing a lot and I miss you all terribly. I'm glad you all are out there. It helps. Hugs and kisses to all of you that are huggable and kissable, and frank manly handshakes to the rest of you.

- Hulles


Heather Harper said...

I'm so sorry, Hulles.

I'm glad that you are able to be with him now. God bless you both.

H said...

Hugs and kisses. Hang in there.

Anonymous said...

Sending you & Leo hugs--- I'm proud of you for what you are doing for him. I know how hard it can be. But you will never regret it.


Hulles said...

Thanks, all of you. Leo and I will both hang in there. And I am really glad I'm doing it, I can't imagine doing anything else.

One thing to come out of this is that I'm writing about 1000 notes for stuff to write about when I can get the time, energy and concentration to write again.


Eva Gale said...

I'm so happy to hear that you are caring for your brother. Some of the hardest things to be done are the most rewarding.


Stephen Blackmoore said...

So sorry to hear about your brother, but am glad you're able to be there.

At the very least this will be an education in third party hygiene which I'm sure you will be able to put to good use when you're inevitably being cared for by a muscular pre-op tranny nurse with a mustache named Helga. And yes, I mean the mustache's name is Helga.

I'm sure there will be many conversations between you and Helga's wearer on the definition of the word "gentle". I suggest you don't bring in the concept of belt sanders to compare and contrast.

Frank manly hugs with the obligatory slap on the back and vague comments of sports and strippers to you, good sir.

Be well, and remember to take care of yourself during this time, too.

La Espia T. said...

Beijos e abraços para você, lindo. Espero que tudo se melhore rapido para vocês dois.

Of course we are all thinking about you and wishing you all the best and your creepy brother too.

Hulles said...

Eva, thanks and it's really good to hear from you. Big huge hugs to you, and provocative kisses that you can't tell your family about.

Stephen, I notice you mention pre-op trannies with some regularity. (That was meant to reflect how often you mention them, not that they eat fiber-rich diets.) What about the mid-op and post-op trannies? What are they, chopped liver? Don't answer that.

Sports and strippers back to you, sir, and thanks very much for your good wishes. A lot, actually.

And Espia, beijos e abraços to you and A. and all. Tell A. my pocket dogs are cuter than her pocket dogs and know better tricks. I miss you and I can't wait to get caught up on your adventures. Hugs and kisses from me and my creepy brother.

Lollie said...

I was going to say, take your creepy brother's middle finger, spread out the rest of the digits and prepare him for a hearty handshake - cause I just don't know him all that well, but to hell with that...give him a big hug and a messy smooch for me. Save one for yourself as well.

Thank your self for winning the debate with yourself...I am glad you shared.

I found a new undies picture and to be honest, it just makes me think of you.

Hulles said...

Lollie, he gets a big hug at least from you. I'll keep one hug and both messy smooches for myself. And your new picture makes me think of you standing next to the guy sans undies. I miss you, XOXOXO.

Kristen Painter said...

I'm really sorry to hear about your brother. I'm sure having you there is a great comfort to him.

And no, I wasn't laughing when I typed that.

Hulles said...

Thanks Kristen. I miss you.

Missy said...

Damn Hulles! You've ruined my degenerate image of you! It's very admirable of you to take care of your brother and I wish you both peace during this time. You'll cherish the memories of his final days. Hugs and kisses.

Heather Harper said...

Sending warm hugs and peaceful wishes your way.

Casti... said...

Hulles, espero sinceramente que mesmo diante dos problemas, tudo se resolva de uma forma mais suave.

Beijo do Brasil,


cristina said...

That's a lot of love, Hulles. Here's some more.

Lollie said...

Kat from Pink India Ink and I met up tonight in Brooklyn for a drink. We both discussed you (we had warm things to say and then both agreed you are a dirty ole man). We were thinking of you and wondering how you are doing.


How are you doing?