Author Archives: Alan Ilagan

Prayer Beads

On the cover of her classic ‘Like A Prayer’ album, Madonna wore a pair of denim jeans and a rope of beads. I searched for a comparable set for years – decades actually – before I simply made my own. They came out decently enough, even if they are a bit fragile. It adds an element of carefulness that I must abide if I want to wear them. I like that.

Most of us need a reminder to be more careful at times. The human mind is a sensitive receptor, and I tend to forget that. Everyone around me seems to forget that too, and I pretend it doesn’t bother me.

“The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.” ~ Blaise Pascal

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A Non-Shirtless (But Pantsless) Profile Pic

It’s not a big secret that showing some skin gets a lot more notice than not showing skin. That’s basically what has fueled this website for the past decade and a half. When people kept telling me to put my shirt on in my Twitter profile, I scoffed at their insistence and laughed at their tens of followers. There’s a method to my naked madness. Besides, I like to transform from time to time, taking cues like a chameleon, donning different guises that include more than skin.

When I was ready to change things up, people were still telling me, in ways far from polite, to put some clothes on, so I kept the shirtless pose up simply on principle (and my own admittedly annoying stubbornness). It was more fun to ask them why they kept looking than to kow-tow to foolish supposed propriety. And again, traffic. Hits. Followers. Skin is always in. Yet I was getting bored with it, and as soon as the complaints stopped, I did it on my own. (Oddly enough, I quickly gained a couple hundred followers once I lost the nipple. Go figure.)

PS – I may have my shirt and jacket on, and even a pair of socks, but rest assured I was NOT wearing pants.

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Banned Boy Butter

Since when does an old-fashioned butter-churning escapade turn into something too titillating (read: too gay) for Comcast to air it during RuPaul’s Freaking Drag Race? Since now, apparently, as the commercial below was just banned by Comcast in an effort to solidify its evil reputation. Oh well, you know the Boy butter company is only going to get even more publicity from this, so lucky them. I’m more interested in promoting anything that Seth Fornea features so prominently in. (I mean, hello. And hello. And, umm, hi there.)

And to think, the only butter-churning experience I’ve had likely involved some play-acting in Old Sturbridge Village by a woman who would probably give Skip Montross douche-chills. (Buy us a cocktail one day and he’ll tell you all about it.)

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A Favorite Photo from a Favorite Place

When the days refuse to yield anything spring-like, when the skies refuse to give up any glimpse of blue, and when the sun refuses to come out of its hiding place, I turn inward. I keep the days quiet, padding softly through them so as not to startle or disturb the sleeping sun. I’ve long known that threats or demands won’t work on such a giant. Why should the sun do our bidding?

A look back, then, at this favorite photo taken from my favorite place ~ Ogunquit, Maine. I find myself seeking this one out, taken as it was at the end of May many years ago, when the summer spread out before us, and the sun was not quite so timid. We will get there, I’m sure we will. For now, though, it exists in the mind, and in this photo.

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A Very Naked Nyle DiMarco

If you thought these almost-naked photos of Nyle DiMarco were sexy, feast your eyes on what is coming up below. Wet and wild shower shots certainly flatter Mr. DiMarco, as does a simple white towel (though many would argue the latter is superfluous at best, bothersome at worst). For DiMarco’s debut as Hunk of the Day, it was all about shirtlessness and body oil, and no one was complaining. For another post, it was all about his underwear. Tonight, it’s about wet nudity.

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Shirtless Zac Efron & Camel (No Toe)

As a bit of a peace-offering for those who wanted so badly to see a full-frontal Zac Efron, here’s a shirtless post with a killer GIF. It may not be Zac Efron’s full-frontal nudity shot, but it’s better than no Zac Efron at all. I believe Mr. Efron took these while visiting Dubai. Clearly he takes his cue from the ‘Sex & the City‘ sequel, or maybe he’s just emulating the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. I’m equally keen on each.

 

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I Remember the Rotary Dial

The antiquated device pictured here is not even one of the older versions (you can see that it has push-button technology despite its vintage design). This was how phones looked when I was growing up – they came attached to cords that attached to outlets. It has come to my attention that a millennial or two may have wandered into these parts and have no idea how we used to live on land-lines. This was it, kids. One phone number per household. If you were fancy you might have a three-way-call option (which we did for a brief time). But when I was a child there was no such fanciness. There wasn’t even call waiting. I don’t think kids today know what a busy signal is. They have no idea how less-annoying their existence is.

Anyway, that’s all I got for a Hump Day morning post. Send nudes if you want to be Hunk of the Day. Write a Special Guest Blog if you want to be a featured guest. Do something to join in the fun. Life’s a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.

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Kimpton Lovefest: Chicago Palomar

Love is a hotel.

True love is a Kimpton.

I’m indulging in both this coming weekend, as I make my way to Chicago to hang with my pal Chris as The Delusional Grandeur Tour touches down in the Windy City. It’s been years since I’ve entered that fair city – the last time I was there I was moving home after a disastrous few months of living with a boyfriend who broke up with me shortly after I moved halfway across the country to be with him. Lesson learned, and though Chicago had nothing to do with the break-up, it didn’t exactly have warm and fuzzy feelings attached to it. Despite that, I never harbored any ill-will for the place, and in fact I’d been meaning to return long ago. it just so happened that now is the moment.

I’ve booked a room at the Kimpton Palomar, right in downtown Chi-town, and I can’t wait to see how Kimpton hosts in that fine city. If their properties in New York, Washington, Seattle and San Francisco are any indication, I’ll be in good hands. Sable, the on-premises restaurant, sounds all sorts of promising too. Another adventure is about to begin…

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Four… Four

To make up for this morning’s relatively scathing indictment of Madonna’s ‘I’m So Stupid’, I’m looking back at the date and recalling a happier Madonna moment – the release of ‘4 Minutes’ with Justin Timberlake. It came out at this time of the year, when the number ‘4’ was all the rage – for the month as well as today’s date. It signaled another musical make-over for Madonna, who found herself influenced by the then-ubiquitous work of Timbaland and Timberlake, and though some found her just behind the trend, it was actually a fun fit. But I’m re-writing what has already been covered. Here’s the link in 4…3…2…1.

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The Madonna Timeline: Song #138 – ‘I’m So Stupid’ – Spring 2003

{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle, and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}

If it seems like we’ve just had a Madonna Timeline entry, it’s because we have. For songs such as this 2003 album cut, however, it’s not worth the hype or build-up. Despite my lifelong standom, I do not love absolutely each and every Madonna song. That would be crazy. Almost every album has at least one clunker in the bunch, and ‘I’m So Stupid’ is the weakest link of 2003’s ‘American Life’ opus. In fact, much of the malignment of that otherwise-promising album should be sourced to ‘Stupid’ – it really is that bad. At the time it was released, I was just so happy for new Madonna music that I found some redeeming bits in ‘ISS’, but time has not proven them worthy of redemption. Anyway, here’s a filler moment, and a filler post, to tide us over until the next moment of greatness. 

‘CAUSE I USED TO LIVE

IN A FUZZY DREAM

AND I WANTED TO BE

LIKE ALL THE PRETTY PEOPLE

 

I’M SO STUPID

‘CAUSE I USED TO LIVE

IN A FUZZY DREAM

AND I USED TO BELIEVE

IN A PRETTY PICTURES

THAT WERE ALL AROUND ME

BUT NOW I KNOW FOR SURE

THAT I WAS STUPID

SONG #138: ‘I’m So Stupid’ – Spring 2003

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Hunk of the Day: Aaron Lee Smith, Again

A Southern-born ginger is a much-appreciated sight for the sore-eyes who have been visiting this site since its inception. For all those newcomers, we welcome their eyes as well, as I’m sure the Hunk of the Day, Aaron Lee Smith, does too. Mr. Smith puts sexiness on the map for West Virginia, from where he hails. Congrats to him on this honor, his second after his initial crowning. PS – Bonus points for all the fabulous freckles!

 

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More Naked Simon Dunn

Simon Dunn is a gorgeous fan favorite, who has appeared here in many other featured posts, particularly the nude ones like this. Mr. Dunn has been honing his form, as so beautifully evidenced in these photos. An Olympian is by nature in impeccable shape – Dunn has surpassed that and here are the results. Feast your eyes upon them and enjoy.

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A Fool’s Recap

The first of April came and went with its customary full-frontal male nudity moment. This time Zac Efron leaked his cock-shot, such as it was. Mostly though, the turn of the calendar page meant a look back at my time in the desert. Let’s stay in that zone for one more post.

It started in subtle style, with a damp beard and wet spike.

Hummingbirds were everywhere.

Citrus dangling in the sun.

Never overlook the light.

Raptors in flight, afternoon delight.

The desert in bloom.

A desert mystery unraveled.

The march of the saguaro.

Following a desert trail.

The fall of a saguaro.

Another desert mystery begins.

A sunset away from the boulevard.

A final desert recap with a recap.

The Hunk of the Day feature returned with Joseph Boyd and Alistair Brammer.

The Madonna Timeline feature returned with a track from her epic ‘Ray of Light’ album.

Finally, sexy came back in the form of a naked Trevor Donovan.

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A Gratuitous Trevor Donovan Post

Trevor Donovan has already been named a Hunk of the Day, and he’s already been totally naked here as well, but the world could always use a little more of Mr. Donovan, especially if it means a little bit of butt cheek. Mostly he’s just shirtless, and in various states of underwear, but there are a few glimpses of more. Scroll down and enjoy.

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The Madonna Timeline: Song #137 – ‘Swim’ – Spring/Summer 1998

{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle, and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}

PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER BABY

THINGS CAN’T GET ANY WORSE

NIGHT IS GETTING COLDER SOMETIMES

LIFE FEELS LIKE IT’S A CURSE

Water. It’s a natural element that Madonna has employed as a motif in various manners over the years. For her ‘Cherish’ video she went all wet and beachy-keen cavorting on the California coast to a trio of mermen brought to life by the magnificent Herb Ritts. A few years later she got even wetter, in lyrical and literal form, for the ‘Rain’ song and video off her “wet and a mess” ‘Erotica’ album.

Water is life, and Madonna turned to it when she needed to bathe in forgiveness and redemption. The ‘Secret’ video featured a baptism of sorts, while ‘Take A Bow‘ showed her as font of sadness, pouring forth salty tears from mascara-stained eyes. Water flowed through her gorgeous and dream-like ‘Bedtime Story’ video, yet all of this was but a hint of the flood to come.

I CAN’T CARRY THESE SINS ON MY BACK

DON’T WANT TO CARRY ANY MORE

I’M GONNA CARRY THIS TRAIN OFF THE TRACK

I’M GONNA SWIM TO THE OCEAN FLOOR

CRASH TO THE OTHER SHORE

SWIM TO THE OCEAN FLOOR

1998’s ‘Ray of Light’ album was drenched in the stuff. From opening track ‘Drowned World: Substitute for Love‘ (and the similarly-monikered tour that later followed) to the rain-matted finale ‘Mer Girl’, Madonna said she only realized in retrospect how much water imagery there was on the album. It’s there in ‘The Power of Goodbye‘ video, in the salty tears of her eyes or the salty water of a devouring ocean. William Orbit’s production also had a very liquid feel to it, with Madonna nicknaming him ‘Billy Bubbles’ for the various sound effects that he produced, lending everything a lusciously shimmering quality, reverberating with fullness and bubble-like beauty. It held dangers too, like water itself. A life-giving force, it could also take as much away.

CHILDREN KILLING CHILDREN WHILE THE

STUDENTS RAPE THEIR TEACHERS

COMETS FLY ACROSS THE SKY

WHILE THE CHURCHES BURN THEIR PREACHERS

WE CAN’T CARRY THESE SINS ON OUR BACK

DON’T WANT TO CARRY ANYMORE

WE’RE GONNA CARRY THIS TRAIN OFF THE TRACK

WE’RE GONNA SWIM TO THE OCEAN FLOOR

CRASH TO THE OTHER SHORE

SWIM TO THE OCEAN FLOOR

Tell the rain not drop,” she pleaded in ‘Don’t Tell Me’, the last water reference she made for a few years, but soon it returned, like a spring rain. It played a part in her ‘Sticky & Sweet Tour‘ performance of ‘Devil Wouldn’t Recognize You‘ and the ‘Here Comes the Rain Again/Rain’ intro. Even as recently as her last album (‘Rebel Heart’) Madonna has invoked the multiple meanings of H2O, particularly in ‘Holy Water’ and ‘Wash All Over Me’. In ‘Devil Pray’ she laments, “I’ve been swimming in the ocean, til I almost drowned.” It’s fertile artistic ground, and she’ll likely keep going to that well until it runs dry.

LET THE WATER WASH OVER YOU

WASH ALL OVER YOU

SWIM TO THE OCEAN FLOOR

SO THAT WE CAN BEGIN AGAIN

WASH AWAY ALL OUR SINS

CRASH TO THE OTHER SHORE

I CAN’T CARRY THESE SINS ON MY BACK

DON’T WANT TO CARRY ANY MORE

I’M GONNA CARRY THIS TRAIN OFF THE TRACK

I’M GONNA SWIM TO THE OCEAN FLOOR

CRASH TO THE OTHER SHORE

SWIM TO THE OCEAN FLOOR

SONG #137 â€“ ‘Swim’ – Spring/Summer 1998

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