Sculptures – Stuck in Customs


I got yelled at by a gay man for taking these photographs.

This is strange, because usually gay guys are rather nice cool dudes. I’ve noticed they can either be really nice or really nasty, and there is no in between; I don’t understand the ways of their people.

Over by the Oasis there is a new interior design store called Treasures with some fantastic sculptures out front. It’s owned by the same guy, Beau Theriot, that owns the nearby Oasis and he adorns all of his properties with this excellent work. Just down the road, Theriot also has a beautiful 10,500 sq ft house that looks like a French-country castle with an 82-foot-long veranda and a six-car garage. I’ve never met the man but he sounds pretty cool… but he sure did hire a mean gay guy to run his interior design store.

I was out in my shorts and an in-retrospect-too-tight-fitting-white-T-shirt on this 95 degree day with my tripod taking pictures of these sculptures after one super-nice employee came out and told me it was okay… So I walked around the grounds and got some very interesting pictures, but then a newer, and meaner, gay guy stormed out of a fabulous doorway to accost me.

He asked what I thought I was doing, and I told him just taking pictures for fun and for my blog. He got very pissy and told me to cease and desist. He smelled of lavender and honey, but that is not germane to this story. I went on to tell him that a lot of people read my stupid blog and it might even generate business for him, in addition to the fact that I personally spend the GNP of small Eastern Bloc countries on furniture and faux-finished monstrosities every year. He stayed in huffy mood and scowled at my tripod. After that, I sashayed over to my Prius (aka golf cart with windows) and sped away in an electric whirr of frustration.


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