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September 2012

The Kennedy Charisma

You don’t mess around with the Kennedys in Massachusetts (well, a number of ladies might beg to differ, but that’s another story). The powerful and rich history of this political family is part of the fabric of this country, and though I don’t follow politics as closely as other people in this household, I was impressed by this tall ginger who was marching in this year’s Pride Parade in Boston.

Joe Kennedy III is currently running for Congress, to fill the seat vacated by Barney Frank. Like Mr. Frank, Mr. Kennedy is a strong proponent of marriage equality and gay rights. For that reason alone, I’m on board. In his pleated pants (he is tall enough to almost pull them off) and copper-colored hair, he is not one of the most striking men of the Kennedy family, but having seen him in person, there is certainly a combustible measure of charm and charisma.

Some have likened him to Conan O’Brien – I see more of a Ron Howard resemblance, minus the absence of hair. (The New York Times Magazine recently described him as “a mash-up of Prince Harry, the “Hunger Games” actor Josh Hutcherson and a bird.”) I noticed him in the Pride Parade before I noticed the name or put together who he was – such is the strength of a ginger’s hair in the sunlight (and the cat-calls of “Ginger!” emanating around me). At 31 years of age (I cringed too) he seems to be on the fast-track to political glory, even if he’s been largely unproven as far as performance goes. We’ll see how far the Kennedy name gets you. Once upon a time it was enough.

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Mike Rickard Makes Us Sweat Again

My pal Mike Rickard just released his remix EP entitled ‘Dance Til You Sweat’ – a take-off on his original ‘Sweat’ album, from which these songs were culled. Continuing on that hot and sweaty theme, this is a collection designed to make you dance, with a pumping thread of dance beats that sonically unifies everything at work.

Too many remix projects sacrifice the melody for a throbbing beat, losing the integrity of the song in service of a seamless, soulless pounding. Rickard does the impossible by retaining the meat of his songs while giving them a driving renovation. The original ‘Sweat’ album was made to be remixed, and he’s finally done it, serving up a perfectly paced EP of some of the strongest cuts. The best part is that the songs remain largely intact, keeping their deeper messages (how to keep a long-term relationship hot and new, and the things that make up for that, as evidenced in ‘When the Hot Cools Down’) as well as their melodic magic (the gorgeous bridge and breakdown of ‘Only Love’) but also expanding their purpose. You can usually tell when a musician is involved in their remixes – it’s more organic, and it sounds much better. Mr. Rickard has seen to that on ‘Dance Til You Sweat’ – an EP that sets up the follow-up question perfectly: what will come next?

 

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Zac Efron, Caught with his Hand Down His Pants

Remember when Zac Efron stuck his hand down his pants and the invasive paparazzi were there to catch it all on digital? That’s the beauty, and the supreme danger, of the Internet – if you ever forget, it’s out there somewhere… forever. I’m not proud of absolutely everything I’ve put up here, but I can stand behind it, even if I’ve come to change my mind about some things. You have to own up to your past before you can sail into your future. Sorry Zac, but with that body you have nothing to be ashamed about. (And if there are any gay rumors still floating around regarding Mr. Efron, that pose should put an end to them.)

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Madonna’s Hottest Dancer?

This is Adrien Galo, a back-up dancer on Madonna’s current MDNA Tour. While I’ve always found Madonna’s taste in men – including back-up dancers and video love-interests – somewhat questionable (about one in five is what I’d consider hot), there’s usually one or two per tour that merit special mention, and a shirtless post like this. Mr. Galo is certainly one of them. (And don’t let it sway your opinion that he was once a back-up dancer for Britney Spears. We all had to start somewhere.)

There was a time when I could tell you the names and stats of every back-up dancer on a Madonna tour, but while I still love her, I have other things to do. (Much to the current chagrin of Suzie, who needs confirmation that her daughter’s teacher played a part in Madonna’s MDNA Tour… does anyone know?) However, I do remember the ones who have meant the most to me over the years – see if you remember these guys.

On the left is ‘Slam’ from the epic Blonde Ambition tour in 1990. I liked him so much I grew my hair out (and it looked nothing like that.) To the right is the Girlie Show’s Luca Tommassini from 1993 – he’s the one she shouts ‘Luca!’ at in the ‘Everybody’ finale – something I only just put together last week.

It wasn’t until 2001 that I actually got to attend one of her tours myself, and that amazing christening came in the form of the Drowned World Tour. One of the bright spots of that gorgeously dark show was Jull Weber, seen below, who managed to make even a mohawk look hot. He also featured in her ‘Don’t Tell Me’ video as a sexy cowboy. Yee-haw indeed.

The first, and thus far only, dancer I’ve had the pleasure of meeting in person (on Boylston Street in the summer of the Confessions Tour) was Daniel ‘Cloud’ Campos. He was gracious and kind, offering to pose for a photo (which I’ll dig up another day) – as I imagine, and have heard, most are. It’s always nice to be noticed for the work you’re doing.

Cloud is on the left, and he was in her ‘Hung Up’ and ‘Sorry’ videos, as well as her Reinvention Tour in 2004. On the right is Paul Kirkland, who was also part of the Reinvention Tour, coming back a few years later for her 2008/2009 Sticky & Sweet Tour. I think all the dancers on the MDNA Tour are new – befitting a new Madonna era. I’ve always admired her self-proclaimed determination to hire the most spirited and charismatic characters for her show, even if they’re not the most technically proficient. These guys are proof of that.

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A Ballet Dancer’s Prominent… Talent

The first thing I noticed about the above photo of Chase Finlay, a dancer in the New York City Ballet company, was the outfit – I swear. Once upon a time, I might have pulled that off. I believe it’s for his role in Balanchine’s ‘Apollo’. (It would have been perfect for my role as Avenue Pub out-of-town whore circa 1998.) Ahh, youth…

 

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Frank Ocean & John Mayer

Do you really expect me to believe that Frank Ocean found salvation at the pyramid of John Mayer? Mr. Mayer’s pyramid has been climbed by far too many ladies for this to ever be true. Regardless of how you read it, here’s the NSFW video (and NSFWWW.ALANILAGAN.COM given the naked boobies):

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Classic: Justin Timberlake’s Ass

Justin Timberlake has been rather quiet of late, at least musically – and I don’t believe I’ve seen any of his movies other than his voice-over for one of the ‘Shrek’ films – oh wait, there was ‘The Social Network’ and he was very good in that. I’ve seen some of his comedic acting chops on ‘Saturday Night Live’ (that was his ‘Dick in a Box’) but nothing else. His music was the area of his to which I paid the most attention (and even then it wasn’t much after he left N’Sync – yeah, I’m one of those gays – give me a boy band and I’ll sing and dance).

At any rate, here’s his naked butt, from one of those movies I have yet to watch, ‘Friends With Benefits’.

Personally, I don’t mind where he derives his most satisfactory creative fulfillment, as long as he does a few photo shoots (like the one that produced the picture below) aimed at the audience that comes here. Hey Justin, we’re you’re bread and butter. Spread some.

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Reichen Lehmkuhl, Naked Law School Student

According to Queerty, Reichen Lehmkuhl is heading to law school to get away from the evil blogger queens (excuse me?) who are attacking him for being so perfect. Here is how he puts it: “As much as I will miss the illustrious and fabulous life of an ‘A-list reality star,’ being public, being subject to the small but progressive, loud and proud, “gay-hate and take-down-other gays” judgment machine, and being the target of gossip from the flawless corps of amazingly accomplished, secure, sassy, role model bloggers of the gay media hate-o-sphere… the dignity department of my soul tells me that it’s time for a new direction.”

Not sure law school is the way to go, but at least he’ll be able to figure out if he has any chance of successfully suing folks for putting up those full-frontal images of the jerk-off session he did online – wait, can you sue your own self? Check into that, Reichen. (We don’t do full-frontal here, so you’ll have to look those up yourself; I’ll give you his ass as a consolation prize.)

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Who’s Hotter: Mark Sanchez or Tim Tebow?

Both of these guys is playing football today, though I couldn’t tell you where or when or what team they might be on. I don’t even know if it’s the National or American League. The point of this post is to make a determination as to which player is hotter. (This is where important decisions get decided.) Personally, it’s a tough call – they’re equally unremarkable – but I’d have to give the slight edge to Mark Sanchez. Especially when he gets the GQ treatment. He just cleans up better.

I’m not saying my decision is final – and we all know I’m someone who changes his tastes as time goes on. To be honest, a year or two ago my position would have been the opposite. It took a while for Mr. Sanchez to grow on me, and a little Tebow-overexposure-exhaustion to set in. Then there’s the hair – soft curls trump gel spikes any day.

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Perfectly Pink

The last blooms of the season are somehow always more resonant. They may not be as flashy (though these may give argument to that) but there is something about the impending demise of the garden that gives them more import and urgency, thereby lending an impact that might otherwise be lost. At any other point in the Summer, blooms as soft as these would pale next to the hot-hued yellows and oranges that dominate the high season. They seem to have waited along with their neighbors – the Seven Sons’ flower, the Sweet Autumn Clematis, and the Bluebeard – to make their presence felt at the most precious and opportune time. I like a plant that knows the value of good timing. I like a person that knows that even better.

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The Last Skinny Dip of the Season

You don’t always know when it’s going to be the last time you do something, but this recent swim felt like it was indeed the last one of the season. The air has changed, the night no longer retains the day’s heat, and the pool temperature has done steadily down – these last few evenings quite drastically. So when Andy said he had pumped up the heater for one final day of reasonably warm weather, we both knew it would probably be the last.  For this post, I’ll indulge in a little looking back… well, maybe for one more Summer Recap post as well. That’s what the end of summer is for, anyway – reflection, pondering, evaluation, contemplation, and reconciliation. This one especially, when things have changed… and when things are going to change. Nothing gold can stay. Soon, though, there will be too much excitement and movement to mourn over all that came before. Are we ready to brave the Fall? I think we are…

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Traditional Manscaping

Mention ‘manscaping’ and you have an instant extra two or three visitors just on the prowl for a bit of innocent smut. Sorry for the perverted ploy, but I wanted to point out the repopulated posts I’ve been working my perky ass off for this whole weekend. (One man’s shave is another man’s cheap promotional stunt. Besides, there are still some who haven’t checked out The Galleries yet…)

Earlier I mentioned (and listed) the Archives for November 2011, December 2011, January 2012, and February 2012.  I’ve since added two more months that have some bang-up material, and it’s a neat look back at what was happening exactly a year ago.

September 2011 found a travel-filled month expounding upon adventures in Las Vegas, NV and Washington, DC (that White House peeing incident), along with a call for Anderson Cooper to come out (now rather quaint, and I suppose I owe him a follow-up letter), as well as my virgin spa experience.

October 2011 was filled with some memorable moments as well, including some theater reviews, my first Awards Dinner (and its accompanying overdose on plaid), and a preview of Michael Phelps and his Speedo. A couple of cocktail recipes round out last year’s Fall season, so please take a look and see how it compares to what is about to come.

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Jason Statham, Shirtless by Request

It’s a Saturday of requests, and up next (and probably last, as I’m beat) is Jason Statham. My friend JoAnn will be glad to see Mr. Statham has returned to this blog in all his shirtless glory. For some reason, she wants to have all his love children, minus the children part. I don’t quite see the appeal here, but there are many who do, so this is for you.

Why is it that those who take up boxing are in the best shape? How does punching things work such wonders on the body? I wish I could get excited about it, but I just don’t think my knuckles can do that, and the idea of punching an inanimate object like a punching bag has always seemed the height of foolish pointlessness.

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A Shirtless Ryan Gosling Post

Never let it be said that I don’t pander to those fine folks who takes the time to visit this site – and this post goes out to Sara, who requested a little Ryan Gosling today. While he’s never been a favorite of mine, there’s no denying that he has a certain appeal, starting with those pecs. If ever there was a walking advertisement for working out and tanning, this is it. I can do the tanning part in the summer – it’s the work-out portion that always gives me pause.

And for those who’d like to look closer into his eyes…

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