The last look at this past year (and I’m limping through this third installment in all the agony to be expected from one who abhors looking back) features the arrival of fall and winter. Those darker months close out this year in a cozy and sometimes cruel manner. Hold onto your hats, as things are about to get deeply personal. Just remember, it’s going to be a great starting point for next year. The trajectory has just been reset. Get rear to rocket.
September 2014 ~
It always begins so quaintly, with my birthday snuggled into the last days of August. Deviating from tradition, I went to New York City for some shopping and a show (or two). Thanks to the bathroom, the briefs, the brunch, the bubble bath, and the beauty, it was an unforgettable birthday.
September signals a return to school for some unfortunate souls, and I always hated it for that reason.
The Master of Madonna 101 is about to call class to order again, and I cannot wait.
Transitional fragrances can be tricky, even if the devil wears it.
Easing us out of the summer (even if I didn’t want it to end) were Hunks like Alex Minsky, David Beckham, Aiden Leslie, Stuart Hatton, Patrick Wilson, Brendon Urie, Gary Lucy, Ugo Monye, Joross Gamboa and Michael Hoffman.
October 2014 ~
Shit, how am I supposed to get my potty mouth under fucking control with this motherfucker inspiring me like this? SHIT.
Nick Jonas flaunted his crotch and his slightly-hairy ass for all the world to see, and no one complained one bit. Especially when he did it again. Even better was when he talked sex scenes and crotch grabbing.
This mermaid found herself back on Shore.
We went back to Washington for the wedding of Chris and Darcey, and it was just as lovely as DC usually is. We did a few historical things because I thought Andy would enjoy those – though we all know his favorite part was seeing Stephen Colbert filming a segment on a bicycle. As long as I get a dose of the botanical gardens, I’m good.
Of course our real reason for being there was the wedding of my good friend. Chris and I go way back, and he’s like a brother to me (one who actually enjoys my company, which is rather nice). He found the perfect match in Darcey, who knows best how to handle his moods and whims and sensitive nature. When they walked out with their son Simon I think we all got a little teary-eyed. Even better was when everyone (including the bride in her wedding dress) jumped in the pool at the end of the night.
Why I love my job.
November 2014 ~
Certain artists, like the amazing Joe Phillips, hold a special place in my heart, especially when they’ve been a part of my life since the 90’s.
Real heroes don’t call you a fag.
Ben Cohen was finally featured in the Profile of a Straight Ally for all his genuine dedication and hard work.
My first foray into basketball and, you guessed it, last.
Giving thanks was never more warranted than when God created Hunks like Casper Van Dien, Steve Austin, Hugh Jackman, Keith Carlos, Louis Virtel, Olly Murs, Jesse Metcalfe, Michael Breyette and even more Philip Fusco.
December 2014 ~
Which brings us right to this very month, thankfully on its last legs and ready to depart.
My childhood viewing habits should explain a lot.
Ben Cohen makes everything better.
The Christmas season has begun.
A misty water-colored memory brought on by Babs.
I had the best of intentions this holiday season, but my family sometimes has a way of making me feel unwanted. I’m probably partly to blame for that, or for allowing it to happen, so I’m going to try to work it out here. The best part of this blog, and its most valuable aspect, is the way it can be a catalyst for catharsis.
My favorite Christmas moment of the year, with the possible exception of this moment in Florida, this stroll along the Gulf Coast, or this mash-up of palm trees and Christmas trees. I may have to spend next Christmas in Florida.Back to Blog