A recent sermon at St. Bart's by Buddy Stallings spoke eloquently to me about spiritual pride and how it's holding all of us back. It's called "A Simple Story Hits Home" and is essentially a lesson in how to live without looking down on anyone else.
lf St. Barts sounds like a tropical Shangri-La, it comes pretty close. There's only one catch: it ranks among the most expensive getaways on the planet. One reason is that everything has to be shipped in, but the big reason is because the island caters to an upscale clientele.
It'd be a real shame if all you brought back from the world's favorite warm-weather destination was a blistering sunburn, a wicked hangover and a cheap souvenir. Instead, choose one (or more) of these singularly Caribbean experiences and come home with memories that'll last a lifetime.
Given what was known before, the artists performing for the Gaddafis and Dior should have not have gotten involved with the two in the first place. It is convenient that they all distance themselves now.
It was the Oscars, Cannes, Venice, Hamptons, St. Tropez and Qatar rolled into one. Thank God I had clocked that travel experience to help me stay afloat in a sea of social sharks who insisted they came here to relax.
One of my dear friends asked me to stop referring to other gay people as 'queens,' even though deep in my heart I felt he himself was being a big old drama queen. Had he not spoken up, I would not have been able to remedy the situation.