FBQ Cawfee Talk XVI

The Queen wasn’t planning to talk about the Olympics until our brunch this weekend. However with the closing night ceremonies still fresh in my mind, and dealing with a moping Bianca (obsessed with the Games) now going through withdrawal, I thought I’d spend a few moments sharing with you what I learned over two weeks of The Games.

FBQ: What I Know…

Rodney King’s death slapped me in the face and reminded me of how the media has shaped my sense of self as a black man and as a gay man.

FBQ Cawfee Talk XV

The Queen is still on a high from our Brunch in the Rockies. Either that, or I’m getting woozy from sniffing my nephew’s Magic Markers.

FBQ Cawfee Talk XIV

Who brought in the Dark Roast? Whoever you are: God Bless You.

FBQ Cawfee Talk XIII

FBQ Cawfee Talk XII

Our Evolving President

The Queen is still trying to figure out how I feel about this. Not the statement itself (YAY). But the concept of “evolving” into it.(*Big Scooby Doo “RRRUH RRROH!”*)

FBQ Cawfee Talk XI

As you’ve probably noticed, I haven’t been posting very much this last week or so.

FBQ Cawfee Talk X

Please forgive me for starting your break with such a volatile topic, but my mind won’t let me think of much else at the moment.

Cawfee Talk IX

Cawfee Talk VIII

Hope all you Miss Things had a FABULOUS weekend. The Queen actually spent time with relatives that I’ve not seen for many, many moons. It is a humbling experience to acknowledge the passing of time; and recognize how susceptible and grateful you are to memory and nostalgia. And how much you can eat when there is free food available.