This week’s takeaways: State Fair edition

Lots of groups are looking to raise some money this weekend, from the Dallas Bears holding a poker tourney that benefits AIN on Saturday at The Brick. to a fundraiser for the Mr. Texas Leather Travel Fund on Sunday at the Dallas Eagle. But you don’t have to do go — in fact, you might wanna get a little naughty.

Trans porn star Buck Angel is one of the guests at this weekend’ Beyond Vanilla, the 22nd weekend of kink. That takes place at the host hotel, Downtown’s Crowne Plaza, this weekend; then starting on Thursday, the hotel turns over but continues to stay gay with the opening of Dallas Southern Pride. It begins with the B/HAP conference and the Ms. Dallas Southern Pride pageant.

For something less kinky but no less edgy, check out the Dallas VideoFest at the Dallas Museum of Art all weekend, which boasts a substantial gay video program, including a documentary about the Beat Generation, including Alan Ginsberg and his lover Peter Orlofsky, pictured.  Or cross the Arts District to see gay choreographer Doug Varone’s new recital at the Winspear, or the final weeks of The Second City Does Dallas at the Wyly.

Of course, the State Fair commences today, but if you can wait until Tuesday, you can also see the opening night of The Addams Family, this year’s State Fair musical. (And this just in: The Lexus Broadway series will include The Book of Mormon for its 2013–14 season; dates will be announced in January.)

Finally, we started a new weekly online-only advice column this week, Tex’n the City. Check it out.

—  Arnold Wayne Jones

Tex’n the City: The checklist

Editor’s note: This week we launch a new online series, Tex’n the City, by Brandon James Singleton. A combination web diary and advice column, Tex’n the City will track Singleton’s plans to get his life together as he narrows in on his 30th birthday. Enjoy!

 Tex’n the City: The Checklist

by Brandon James Singleton

Do you have a list of things you just knew you’d accomplish by a certain age? Sure you do.

First car by 16 … Study abroad before graduation … Throw the best 21st birthday party ever — or at least one epic enough to make all your friends and enemies jealous …  Get discovered after college walking out of a Starbucks, and become America’s new male Oprah ….

OK, maybe that last one is just me. Point is, everyone can own up to at least one such goal.

Then, reality hits.

No matter how hard you work or how detailed your plans, most things don’t turn out like you expect.

With my next birthday — the big 3-0 — slowly creeping up, I’ve been inspired to try and break the curse I’ve imagined was placed on me by that one kid in elementary school I renamed “Stinky McRoach” in front of the classroom — hey, it kept the heat off me for a bit. I know, kids can be mean! But if you’re the poor, short, gap-teeth pudge with bifocals, in a rich private school filled with mini-Channing Tatums and little Kristen Bell look-alikes, try to grow up blameless. (Way to go, Ryan Murphy, waiting until now to make geeks popular. Where were you when Stinky and I needed you?)

To prep for this new passage in life, I re-read some really, really old journals I managed to find. (Thanks, Myspace.) Imagine my disappointment in realizing not only had I not accepted my fourth Academy Award by 25, I hadn’t been nominated for my first. (Maybe if I worked on a movie first…). Nor am I fighting off the paparazzi who bombard my home in the Hamptons simply to get a shot of me and my fiancé, Tyson Beckford, lounging around our Olympic pool like the one in Toni Braxton’s “Unbreak My Heart” video. I don’t vacation in Florida with Diddy and J-Lo, or spend nights laughing it up around the Hills with the cast of Party of Five.

Strangest of all, I seemed to have misplaced the extra 25 lbs. of sexy greek-god muscle I was to spend ages 26 to 27 putting on for that Spielberg summer blockbuster he would beg me to star in.

Maybe some dreams are just that.

But many others aren’t. I made my list of the top 10 things that truly are achievable, and should be by 30. Call it my Life Timeline Checklist:

—  Arnold Wayne Jones