The Chateau Diaries #194 Former boyband bedbug turned porcelain fondling charleston dancing parasite!

[Albee]

It sounds to me that you have lived in the same area, so it is easier to keep these friendships. I grew up in a small town and after high school 95% of the kids moved away for study and jobs, and not just to the nearest city. I moved to a city and then the job I had took me to other places where I meet my husband, so then moved to be with him. Then we had to move across the country for another job and leave our friends again. So I don't have any real friends remaining from school, or early work days. But have made new good friends in each place we have moved. I still keep in contact with an old flatmate from my teens/twenties but she is probably the exception, and it's only about once a year. It is very hard to maintain friendships over distance, and once I become the only one who makes contact, I let the friendship go. People do move on.

I have been a trailing spouse for 23 years. I don’t have friends as such in my day to day life. Only aquintences. People come and go constantly in this lifestyle. Some keep in touch some don’t. Those that keep in touch I can count on my one hand.
Our year group from school do keep in touch via our 30 year reunion WhatsApp group, we are all over the world. We keep each other up to date on births, deaths and celebrations.
I have one friend from uni. We keep in touch often and meet up when I’m in town.
My two best friends have been with me for over 25 years. one I met through friends while studying and the other was a colleague of my husbands. We now all live in different countries but talk almost daily. They are the two I can count on.

 

[Reader's digest]

Fanny wants to bang Dan. Dan wants to bang Fanny. Good! They should! They will soon too! If not already. Too bad Fanny has fertilized the preposterous narrative, for the past year, that Snorts Porks Her . Dan Porks Her and it’s alright. Nobody wants to Pork Snorts. Poor Snorts gotta lotta work to do on himself and has allergies and stuff.....that’s a full plate... believe you me..

Once upon a time in London... Somebody missed a flight...had to sleep in Stephanie’s apartment... And what was this story with the perfume again?

 

[HalcyonOrganic]

I have no friends from childhood. I was deep “in the closet” until I turned 25 years old. I had a best friend in high school. He and I happened to be in the same classes the entire time we were in school. We hung out together, and our families even got together and socialized. We went to separate colleges and stayed in contact. After he graduated, he moved back to my city. He met a girl at college and proposed to her shortly after graduation. Since we were such close friends, everyone thought he would ask me to be in their wedding, but he didn’t. I was really surprised, shocked, and a little embarrassed (especially when people asked why). He said they wanted to “keep the wedding party small.” My family and I were invited to the wedding, but I wasn’t included in the wedding party. His best man was a guy we had both known in high school (on a side note, his best man was too busy to coordinate a bachelor party, so I stepped in and threw the party for him). He even told me I didn’t have to go to the wedding if I didn’t want to…the wedding was in his fiancé’s hometown 6 hours away. My family and I sent a gift, we drove 6 hours to the wedding, we attended the reception, and wished the couple well. After he and his wife returned home, I reached out to him a few times, but he was always busy. So I thought I would wait for him to call me but he never did…I was ghosted. I’ve never seen or talked to him or his family since…that was almost 30 years ago. After I came out, several people confided to me (independently) that his parents suspected I might be gay at that time and they didn’t want “someone like me” in their son’s wedding party. My friend didn’t stand up for me, so I assume he felt the same way. It was a hurtful experience. Homophobia at its finest. Luckily for me, I met some truly wonderful friends as an adult who stood by my side even after I came out. And I have a wonderful partner of 20 years.

Being shoved aside, not being needed anymore .. like in that Bette Middler Film where she meets her best friend or so and then something happens that droves both apart or so and they never talk to each other until something brings them together again.. I probably should watch that film again

 

[KyBourbon]

Being shoved aside, not being needed anymore .. like in that Bette Middler Film where she meets her best friend or so and then something happens that droves both apart or so and they never talk to each other until something brings them together again.. I probably should watch that film again

Yes, “Beaches!”

@HalcyonOrganic you should have seen the bachelor party I threw for him…It was a great one (if you’re a straight male!). We ended up at a strip club…the first, last, and only time I’ve ever done that My eyes were scarred! I had to shower for hours to wash away the terrible shame!

 

[HalcyonOrganic]

Thank you! Maybe he’s reflected and has different thoughts now. I do know from a couple of people that he has 3 kids (the oldest just got married) and he lives 2 hours away from me. Appears he’s been successful in business. Hopefully he’s had a nice life.

No, that picture wasn’t my tablescape…it was a picture pulled from the Mrs. Alice site.

Here’s a picture of it on my table for a lunch I hosted last spring. The table wasn’t completely finished yet, and the candy was for my nieces!

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Plates, Wallpaper, animals on the table, napkins with motives…

ahm everybody!! It’s time for a „meeting“ to discuss … something urgent.
Ky, why don’t you, we’ll let’s say cook some goulash meanwhile…

 

[MRShavershamsdress]

I have no friends from childhood. I was deep “in the closet” until I turned 25 years old. I had a best friend in high school. He and I happened to be in the same classes the entire time we were in school. We hung out together, and our families even got together and socialized. We went to separate colleges and stayed in contact. After he graduated, he moved back to my city. He met a girl at college and proposed to her shortly after graduation. Since we were such close friends, everyone thought he would ask me to be in their wedding, but he didn’t. I was really surprised, shocked, and a little embarrassed (especially when people asked why). He said they wanted to “keep the wedding party small.” My family and I were invited to the wedding, but I wasn’t included in the wedding party. His best man was a guy we had both known in high school (on a side note, his best man was too busy to coordinate a bachelor party, so I stepped in and threw the party for him). He even told me I didn’t have to go to the wedding if I didn’t want to…the wedding was in his fiancé’s hometown 6 hours away. My family and I sent a gift, we drove 6 hours to the wedding, we attended the reception, and wished the couple well. After he and his wife returned home, I reached out to him a few times, but he was always busy. So I thought I would wait for him to call me but he never did…I was ghosted. I’ve never seen or talked to him or his family since…that was almost 30 years ago. After I came out, several people confided to me (independently) that his parents suspected I might be gay at that time and they didn’t want “someone like me” in their son’s wedding party. My friend didn’t stand up for me, so I assume he felt the same way. It was a hurtful experience. Homophobia at its finest. Luckily for me, I met some truly wonderful friends as an adult who stood by my side even after I came out. And I have a wonderful partner of 20 years. So, when Michael Petherick cried “homophobia” after people unsubscribed from his channel when, in fact, they really unsubscribed because he blew all their money on rent boys and parties, I was angry. I’ve experienced homophobia directly and personally…Michael’s false claims to garner pity really cheapened the experience of anyone who has truly been a target of homophobia.

Thank you for sharing that. It’s never easy. Many of us of a certain age have horror stories of homophobia. I was accidentally outed in high school by my own actions. My father gave me the choice of conversion therapy with a Christian therapist or homelessness. I was self aware enough at the time so I decided to play his game to finish my senior year. I left for university and never looked back. Mom kicked his ass to the curb my freshman year. I didn’t see him again until eleven years later when I identified his body after he drank himself to death. I loved my dad very much. After their divorce was granted I told him he’d made his choices and lost his oldest son as a result. We had a lot in common but he chose to succumb to his demons. In many ways it was my most hurtful experience with homophobia. My mom, brother and the grandparents were totally different. Their attitude was you’re family and we love you. So much so that my mom did have a history of calling before a big event to see if I was available for hair and make up, and maybe something sparkly from the drag bag. But the most horrifying experience with homophobia was the suicide of my boyfriend at university. We’d been together for two years. I moved off campus so we could quietly live together even though he still had a private dorm room. He was outed when his fraternity brother saw him leave our apartment to go back to campus. It was a small southern school and I was out. The news was all over campus by the end of the day. To compound matters he was African American, literally. One parent from the DRC and the from the American southern Atlantic coast. I am white. So there was a heaping helping of hate for both our orientation and races. Someone called his parents and they made him come home. On Monday I went into my newspaper job and found a note in my box to call his fraternity’s faculty advisor as he’d killed himself over the weekend. I was told I was unwelcome at the funeral and that his death was my fault. Obviously that was not true, but my mental state fractured and I shut down. My best friend moved in and protected me. She got me through finals, made sure I ate and bathed and refused to leave my side until the next term started. I didn’t date again for years, and I refused to ever let anyone force me back into the closet. To this day I think of what a fine and wonderful young man he was. I miss him still almost 40 years later. I do not wonder “what if” because that is fruitless. It’s one of the reasons I’m still active in my community, attend pride and refuse to dim my light for anyone or any reason. @KyBourbon I sympathize with your experience and send you a virtual hug. Life hurts us sometimes, but we can become better people for it.

 

[Freesia54]

Why is Dan talking about windows?
I am not an expert in construction works, but it seems to me that a building must first have a roof.
Do any of you 15 know if there is a chateauverse rehab clinic somewhere for me to sign up for?

Well he can't afford a roof, will probably never be able to afford a roof but in the interest of possibly getting some funding for a roof he has to be seen to be doing something, but something that will not cost him any money. So let's start with the windows or the remains of them. He didn't even know how many windows there were, Amoury had to hazard a guess at approx 40. So thats the plan make the windows, double glaze them and then store them somewhere until he can afford floors and walls oh and a roof.

 

[Kickintheass]

Shoot me now. I just watched the first 5 minutes of Disenchanted (home alone ok to be curious). Some of it was filmed just south of Dublin in Enniskerry and Greystones (village and pink house) saw them in the five minutes so switched off due too feeling nauseous.

 

[MRShavershamsdress]

Yes, unfortunately my story is just one of several in my life. And I’m not alone…many more stories like mine. Being excluded is painful. Most of my straight friends from childhood and early adulthood suddenly disappeared when I came out. But I’ve got great friends now. I hope that my nieces have a “gay best friend” when they get older. I think we really do make life a lot more interesting and fun!

My nephew tells me that having a “guncle” (The Guncle is a fabulous book by the way) is the best gift anyone could get.

 

[Le Baiseur]

I have no friends from childhood. I was deep “in the closet” until I turned 25 years old. I had a best friend in high school. He and I happened to be in the same classes the entire time we were in school. We hung out together, and our families even got together and socialized. We went to separate colleges and stayed in contact. After he graduated, he moved back to my city. He met a girl at college and proposed to her shortly after graduation. Since we were such close friends, everyone thought he would ask me to be in their wedding, but he didn’t. I was really surprised, shocked, and a little embarrassed (especially when people asked why). He said they wanted to “keep the wedding party small.” My family and I were invited to the wedding, but I wasn’t included in the wedding party. His best man was a guy we had both known in high school (on a side note, his best man was too busy to coordinate a bachelor party, so I stepped in and threw the party for him). He even told me I didn’t have to go to the wedding if I didn’t want to…the wedding was in his fiancé’s hometown 6 hours away. My family and I sent a gift, we drove 6 hours to the wedding, we attended the reception, and wished the couple well. After he and his wife returned home, I reached out to him a few times, but he was always busy. So I thought I would wait for him to call me but he never did…I was ghosted. I’ve never seen or talked to him or his family since…that was almost 30 years ago. After I came out, several people confided to me (independently) that his parents suspected I might be gay at that time and they didn’t want “someone like me” in their son’s wedding party. My friend didn’t stand up for me, so I assume he felt the same way. It was a hurtful experience. Homophobia at its finest. Luckily for me, I met some truly wonderful friends as an adult who stood by my side even after I came out. And I have a wonderful partner of 20 years. So, when Michael Petherick cried “homophobia” after people unsubscribed from his channel when, in fact, they really unsubscribed because he blew all their money on rent boys and parties, I was angry. I’ve experienced homophobia directly and personally…Michael’s false claims to garner pity really cheapened the experience of anyone who has truly been a target of homophobia.

I hope your friend's kids grew up to be raging homaseshas.

 

[HalcyonOrganic]

Yes, “Beaches!”

@HalcyonOrganic you should have seen the bachelor party I threw for him…It was a great one (if you’re a straight male!). We ended up at a strip club…the first, last, and only time I’ve ever done that My eyes were scarred! I had to shower for hours to wash away the terrible shame!

What were you ashamed off? I mean you really have a stripper physique. Don’t be ashamed showing your talents.

 

[Imperious Me]

I hope you used the tin foil round the candles like Phyliss taught you

I believe that's only if you buy the $shop candles, the ones that melt everywhere... like Snorts grandmother buys...

 

[Madame de Pompanddoodoo]

@KyBourbon My friend didn’t stand up for me, so I assume he felt the same way. It was a hurtful experience. Homophobia at its finest. Luckily for me, I met some truly wonderful friends as an adult who stood by my side even after I came out. And I have a wonderful partner of 20 years.

So pleased that you have found true friendship and happiness after such a horrible experience. Hopefully you no longer carry any resentment and bitterness. You do sound as though you have come through it and you are not letting it affect the life you have made for yourself. Well done as It really is soul destroying when someone you think you know and liked, maybe even loved, is not willing to stand up and be on your side when you need them to be. It can take a very long time for the hurt this causes to be mended.
Edited to add have just read @MRShavershamsdress What a tragedy and how well you have handled it. Thankyou for sharing your story it shows how strong you are to have come through it and be such a good, compassionate person.

 

[HalcyonOrganic]

Thank you! I hired an artist to paint the walls in a landscape scenic (it’s bright and cheery…mostly blue and green, with some splashes of color). It took her about a month to finish. It represents the scenery and landscape around my house. Because it’s painted, I don’t have to worry about wallpaper seams! No crayons for me!

Also, I iron my tablecloth!

That reminds me…I really need to clean my house today!



It’s painted, so I don’t have to worry about seams!

Here’s a picture of what I served for the lunch (pre-plated), and another picture from a different meal showing more of the wall.

I think I can do as good a job as Phi Phi! But, I guess I’m REALLY gay! (I don’t use tin foil in my candlesticks, though!)

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What is that metal thing in the right top corner for? No, I do not mean the fork..

 

[MRShavershamsdress]

Don’t forget this classic…

 

[Freesia54]

Thank you for sharing that. It’s never easy. Many of us of a certain age have horror stories of homophobia. I was accidentally outed in high school by my own actions. My father gave me the choice of conversion therapy with a Christian therapist or homelessness. I was self aware enough at the time so I decided to play his game to finish my senior year. I left for university and never looked back. Mom kicked his ass to the curb my freshman year. I didn’t see him again until eleven years later when I identified his body after he drank himself to death. I loved my dad very much. After their divorce was granted I told him he’d made his choices and lost his oldest son as a result. We had a lot in common but he chose to succumb to his demons. In many ways it was my most hurtful experience with homophobia. My mom, brother and the grandparents were totally different. Their attitude was you’re family and we love you. So much so that my mom did have a history of calling before a big event to see if I was available for hair and make up, and maybe something sparkly from the drag bag. But the most horrifying experience with homophobia was the suicide of my boyfriend at university. We’d been together for two years. I moved off campus so we could quietly live together even though he still had a private dorm room. He was outed when his fraternity brother saw him leave our apartment to go back to campus. It was a small southern school and I was out. The news was all over campus by the end of the day. To compound matters he was African American, literally. One parent from the DRC and the from the American southern Atlantic coast. I am white. So there was a heaping helping of hate for both our orientation and races. Someone called his parents and they made him come home. On Monday I went into my newspaper job and found a note in my box to call his fraternity’s faculty advisor as he’d killed himself over the weekend. I was told I was unwelcome at the funeral and that his death was my fault. Obviously that was not true, but my mental state fractured and I shut down. My best friend moved in and protected me. She got me through finals, made sure I ate and bathed and refused to leave my side until the next term started. I didn’t date again for years, and I refused to ever let anyone force me back into the closet. To this day I think of what a fine and wonderful young man he was. I miss him still almost 40 years later. I do not wonder “what if” because that is fruitless. It’s one of the reasons I’m still active in my community, attend pride and refuse to dim my light for anyone or any reason. @KyBourbon I sympathize with your experience and send you a virtual hug. Life hurts us sometimes, but we can become better people for it.

@MRShavershamsdress I'm sorry for the heart emoji, there wasn't a hug one... It's not life that hurts us, it is usually an individual or groups of people, life gives us circumstances which is what we have to deal with whilst suffering from the hurt. I'm sorry you were made to feel responsible for your friends passing, blame is a way of keeping the focus off themselves...Your friend will eternally be a wonderful man

 

[MadameChat]

This post made my day! You're brilliant!


I had the same thought. We haven't heard him say one word in French, have we? But being a "perfectionist" maybe he's waiting until just the right moment when he can properly pronounce "oui" instead of "ohyoueye". I think Fanny made the whole thing up. He may have been using the program on the day of the vlog just to show everyone that he was diligently studying to perfection. I guess the whole shithole is full of perfectionists and that's why nothing ever gets completed.

Definitely F4F made it up they’re shilling for that company just a segue into the paid promotional advertising

 

[Madame No]

Thank you for sharing that. It’s never easy. Many of us of a certain age have horror stories of homophobia. I was accidentally outed in high school by my own actions. My father gave me the choice of conversion therapy with a Christian therapist or homelessness. I was self aware enough at the time so I decided to play his game to finish my senior year. I left for university and never looked back. Mom kicked his ass to the curb my freshman year. I didn’t see him again until eleven years later when I identified his body after he drank himself to death. I loved my dad very much. After their divorce was granted I told him he’d made his choices and lost his oldest son as a result. We had a lot in common but he chose to succumb to his demons. In many ways it was my most hurtful experience with homophobia. My mom, brother and the grandparents were totally different. Their attitude was you’re family and we love you. So much so that my mom did have a history of calling before a big event to see if I was available for hair and make up, and maybe something sparkly from the drag bag. But the most horrifying experience with homophobia was the suicide of my boyfriend at university. We’d been together for two years. I moved off campus so we could quietly live together even though he still had a private dorm room. He was outed when his fraternity brother saw him leave our apartment to go back to campus. It was a small southern school and I was out. The news was all over campus by the end of the day. To compound matters he was African American, literally. One parent from the DRC and the from the American southern Atlantic coast. I am white. So there was a heaping helping of hate for both our orientation and races. Someone called his parents and they made him come home. On Monday I went into my newspaper job and found a note in my box to call his fraternity’s faculty advisor as he’d killed himself over the weekend. I was told I was unwelcome at the funeral and that his death was my fault. Obviously that was not true, but my mental state fractured and I shut down. My best friend moved in and protected me. She got me through finals, made sure I ate and bathed and refused to leave my side until the next term started. I didn’t date again for years, and I refused to ever let anyone force me back into the closet. To this day I think of what a fine and wonderful young man he was. I miss him still almost 40 years later. I do not wonder “what if” because that is fruitless. It’s one of the reasons I’m still active in my community, attend pride and refuse to dim my light for anyone or any reason. @KyBourbon I sympathize with your experience and send you a virtual hug. Life hurts us sometimes, but we can become better people for it.

Thank you for sharing this heart rending story, it brought tears to my eyes. What traumatic experiences for you. I am so glad you survived and became stronger for it. While we love to joke around here, we all are very vulnerable humans at heart. This is obviously a safe place, so far, to share our painful experiences. I generally keep pretty much to myself, as I too, have childhood trauma that prevents me from trusting others after being betrayed many times, mostly by family but so called friends also. But like many here and elsewhere, I am a survivor and have found great joy in life.

 

[Lochness Monster]

I have a small group of very close friends from high school and also from college. A group of us still meet up several times a year and we revert to being giggling schoogirls in the Sixth Form Common Room. I have retained friendships from every place I have worked and still see those different groups of friends on a fairly regular basis - both male and female friends. Friends that I trained with have always been a source of support and advice throughout our careers and this continues into our retirement. Other friendships were formed when our children were at school or involved in sports and clubs. Hubby still meets up with a group of Dads from when our sons played sport together in primary school teams and onwards to playing in national sides. (Our sons are all married now, with children of their own )My closest friend is of course my husband of 45 years but I value my other friendships too and these all reflect different stages of our lives. I love catching up with my most recent cex-olleagues for chinwag and all the gossip.

One of my wise friends who went to Cambridge says different friends come into our lives at different times for different reasons.
For some it is not because we are lacking but the rhythm of life has changed and also if you travel a lot and move around the country that affects friendship groups too. And some have children and then dynamics change.
For Stephanie, she was a lonely, self indulged child .
Who has a strange Scottish man looking after you that would probably worry parents of other little girls??
She spent a lot of time in her tower and then Daddy took her to many many places. Never any mention of mummy attending the various CHRISTIES sales when she was bought a tapestry, or a rug, or a bed so much stuff. Lalande was her fathers dream too. But just where did the money come from to spend on this? Two nurses salary? Does NOT add up

 

[ploppityplop2]

Don’t forget this classic…