Chronicles of Dustin Ashley Beam

It is apparent I have been bitten with the blogging bug today. This is the third one and I could keep churning out the blog hits. (Aside: I find it imperative every time I use any humour associated with "blog" that I include the word "blog"... so, blog blog blog blog bolggity blog bloggerston) B L O G Backwards it is just as whimsical.... GOLB (and is sounds a bit like a growth of some sort) And I am back with you and off the Tangent Train. :-) (I had a delightful several hour conversation and am now returning to the writing. Normally I would delete this as my tone and demeanor are in a different place now, but I like the initial paragraph of this and think that any posting with the word "bloggity" deserves some screen time.) Because I feel the need to be ludicrously honest about the oddest things, I will share that the original title of this entry was "Transparent" and it was going to be a lengthy one... I shall save that for a later date as

The wondrous and wonky weather welcomes whining when winter winds whip and ravage residents of the Rock and wink wryly, reveling in its wonderland, witnessed by wanderers as woeful or resplendent. "Resplendent." replies I, "this winter wonderland..." I admire alliterative adventures, always. Ash :-)

I awoke with these names in my head... surely they are characters from a forthcoming story tentatively entitled, "The Merman's Song": Briinan Jossuraje Arthero Zyne What a perplexing and delicious way to greet the morning, I love it when that happens. Jer is heading over to bond and I am trying to break the habit of making him wait when he arrives for me to finish getting ready. It is a tad ridiculous and just keeps happening, one of those atrocious habits that is born out of sheer laziness and poor time management skills. I just love, love, love, love that guy. If I am the toothbrush, he is the floss, the Ron to my Harry, the Patty to my Sandi, the Pepper to my Doctor, the Dorothy to my Rose, the world's best person and my FAVOURITE. He keeps me sane, he really does. The picture is from the wedding in which I performed last weekend. I think it is a classy and interesting shot. There is loads to deliver and reveal as I took a brief hiatus, not intentionally, but I

I just woke up. It is still dark outside. Now that is plain wrong, plain wrong I say. Plus I have a strange hankering for waffles... With powdered sugar. And a boyfriend.

I just opened the shades in my room for the second time and when I did I saw such a glorious sight. It was as if I were looking at my own personal Hallmark card. There were roses blooming, the most vibrant crimson set against the deep hunter green of the leaves and a bird gracefully flew by, welcoming me to the afternoon and the neighborhood. It took me aback, it truly did. So I am drinking in this picturesque Monday afternoon. During this I was singing "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge. I am performing it at a wedding this weekend. I also was enjoying the films and music of "Pocahontas" and "Sister Act". I loved those films years ago and was swept up in them all for different reasons. It is funny how life is circular. I spent today doing what I did years upon years ago, belting my way through an exquisitely nuanced love theme, wishing I could paint with all the colors of the wind, and breaking it down to the music at a joyous convent. There are no words f

It is interesting how when one finds himself attractive, others take notice. I have made it a point in the past few weeks to purchase some new clothes, cooler glasses, get a shorter and more stylish haircut, and to show that my svelte frame is ready to play. Ha! I feel sexy and flirty and fun. I wanted my clothes and accessories to show this and I wanted to not hide away. I am thin, I am lanky, but I like it and others can view it at their discretion. I purchased these double entendre t-shirts and am excited to be able to debut them. I also bought a tight low v-necked shirt. I have never worn a garment like this, but that is the point. I want to try something new. I will have to make sure not to show my nipples though in that number. Hysterical, just hysterical. (Aside: I wish that the men pictured came with the shirts, now that would be something in which I would invest.) After years of looking around at the hot men and wishing I were one, I have become one, not because of exte

Since Friday I have: Travelled to Van Buren (2ish hours one way), Performed our little show, done my cowboy magic feats, Driven back (again another 2ish hours... weird if it were different heading back that venturing there), Unpacked feverishly (the pile continues to grow and I think that it is actually spawning clones of some sort), Recorded a DVD for an audition because I could not attend, Gone to a tech for a show in which I am the wardrobe running crew (never done the backstage thing... hmm), Due to being finished early, jumped in the car and went to the C-way (30 minutes) to audition in person. WHEW. I am SO GLAD that I have found self confidence that does not seem to wane. As I was driving to the audition, I thought, "Damn, I am exhausted. Should I really go and put this shell of a performer into the audition process, especially when they have seen a DVD of me?" But I did. And it made me feel like I had accomplished something worthwhile. Shoot back to several months a

I walked through the red door not knowing what to expect, awash in trepidation and anticipation. Finally a place to call my own. My room... My walls... My red door. PLETHORA of new: new home, new show/job, new laptop (never had one), new glasses, new amazing sheets, new fedora... This red door welcomed me into the world of new, the world of independence, the world of possibility. I am learning to let go, trying to usher in new habits, doing well some days, other days prove a bit more daunting. There have been no words for a time because I have been nestled in the quiet surrender of all around me, soaking in its cherished changing chapters. Thanks little red door of Nine One Four, I could not love you any more. Good to be back writing to my beloved poppets, Dustin