Hidden Boston Beauty #3

A community garden is a thing of beauty. Its beauty is more than what you see – it’s the underlying notion of people working together that instills something greater. The stories behind each plot, the neighbors that strike up conversations with any passing stranger, and the sense of genuine community add to the overall enchantment of such spaces.

It certainly helps that along with the vegetables and vines there are flowers that exist solely to delight with their dress.

I’ve passed this way before, but whenever I need a respite from concrete sidewalks and skyscrapers, I take a turn and wander along the verdant path. To recharge and reconnect with the living.

Some of the plants along the way are grand and bold, while others require up-close examination to leave an impression. All are worth a look.

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Hidden Boston Beauty #2

Like some charmed Harry Potter platform, this secret library at number 10 ½, is fronted by a pair of red doors. A red door is a lucky sign, warding off the evil eye and serving as a talisman of protection. I’ve always wanted one.

Sculptures glow before the backdrop of an overcast day.

An inspiring setting in which to read or write, or simply ward off the rain.

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Hidden Boston Beauty #1

On a side-street off of Tremont, this little market offers fresh local goodies for those lucky enough to stumble into its charming, tiny space. Outside, buckets of sunflowers and lilies and sweet peas spill onto the brick, while yummier treats beckon inside. This is the relatively unseen side of Boston, at least for non-locals, and I always get a secret thrill when I happen upon such jewels.

The root vegetables here have been dusted off to reveal a rich rainbow of color. The bounty of summer reminds me that the season is not quite half over yet, and I’m glad there is still more time for sun.

These robust radishes are crying out for some sea salt, and a crusty baguette with butter. The greens want only for a thorough washing, or maybe a quick sauté. Summer calls for something simple.

From the rich dirt of the earth come various edible sundries. Some beneath the ground, some above it – all precious in their own way. Fungi and foliage, root and stalk.

And flowers – oh such glorious flowers – signifying summer, spreading happiness, and reminding me how beautiful this world can be.

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Lavender Clematis

The ubiquitous mail-box vine commonly comes in the dark purple shade of color that everyone knows – and loves – but this lighter lavender hue has brought me around to the clematis once again. They are wonderful plants if you have the vertical space and conditions they like (feet in the shade, face in the sun). For some reason, I’ve never pampered the ones we have, and they still reward us with blooms every year. I need to rectify that. If anyone knows the value of a proper pampering…

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“When they go low, we go high.” ~ Michelle Obama

The anti-thesis of the hatred and evil that the Republican party has been spewing for the last several years, this is a truly classy woman: Michelle Obama, the First Lady of the United States of America. She is intelligence personified. She is history in the making. She is grace on earth. At the Democratic National Convention, she gave a speech that went above and beyond the confines of our political system – it rattled heaven and shook the world with its power and import.

The story that has brought me to this stage tonight. The story of generations of people who felt the lash of bondage, the shame of servitude, the sting of segregation, but who kept on striving and hoping and doing what needed to be done so that today, I wake up every morning in a house that was built by slaves. And I watch my daughters, two beautiful, intelligent, black young women, playing with their dogs on the White House lawn. And because of Hillary Clinton, my daughters and all our sons and daughters now take for granted that a woman can be president of the United States. ~ Michelle Obama

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Once I Was A Republican

Once upon a time I was a staunch Republican. At least, I was raised as one, and had I been able to vote during the Reagan and Bush #1 years, I probably would have gone their way. My parents, being in the medical field, tended to vote Republican for fiscal reasons, and to this day I can get behind a fiscally conservative method of running the country. Unfortunately, the glory of the GOP has not been in evidence for decades. Of late, it has become the party of hate and intolerance, openly embracing those who foster racism and homophobia and sexism. That’s no longer a question of opinion, it’s a matter of fact.

Witness their candidates: Donald Trump and Mike Pence. The former is a terrifying joke and the latter is a dangerous bit of milquetoast who all but destroyed Indiana with his anti-gay and anti-woman agenda. That agenda now forms a very frightening part of the official Republican platform.

 

The sad thing is that the GOP could very much be a party with sound support and incredible power. Many of their basic tenets for financial responsibility are sensible. Their original plan to have less government in our lives (and bedrooms) was a hands-off live-and-let-live philosophy that I found compelling. And way back during Abraham Lincoln’s time, it was the Republican Party that championed equality for everyone.

EVERYONE.

What a turn-around a crazy Tea Party can make.

Since giving in to the early demands of loons like Sarah Palin, Michele Bachman, and Donald Trump, the Republican Party has been poisoned by what looked like a quick chance-grab for a few extra votes from the lunatic fringe. Since then, they’ve allowed the poison to take hold, and it has weakened and destroyed the GOP from within. The metaphoric Republican elephant has been taken down like the very real (now dead) elephant that Donald Trump Junior killed on a trophy hunting expedition. Hijacked by these internal terrorists, whose beliefs espouse “traditional” marriage and gay conversion therapy (in which a gay person is subjected to torture treatments to make them straight – look it up) the Republican Party has now woven such heretofore extreme beliefs into their official platform. It’s made it impossible for even sane Republicans to embrace their party without attaching themselves to blatant hatred and discrimination. You can’t argue that they’re not anti-gay when it is explicitly there in the official party platform. For any of my friends who can even entertain the idea of voting for Donald Trump, please understand that he and his party will work to make my marriage invalid. They will work to destroy the marriage of countless loving couples who only want to enjoy the same things our straight counterparts enjoy. They will work to dismantle the rights we have won – and to what purpose and end? How does my marriage have any bearing on them? How does my loving partnership impede on their marriages or beliefs? It has nothing to do with them – yet they seek out our love to destroy in the name of religion, and I cannot understand that.

Much in the same way, I cannot understand the Republican Party anymore. To embrace a person who has repeatedly made racist, misogynistic, and hateful comments about everyone not exactly like him, who supports a ban on people based on religion, who wants to build a wall to keep those seeking the American dream out is something I do not get. And I have yet to hear a substantive argument otherwise.

(We now return to our regularly-scheduled frivolous programming.)

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Joe Jonas, Shirtless

This is the response of Joe Jonas to all the hotness that his brother Nick has stolen the past couple of years. A naked Nick Jonas is certainly a sight to behold, but the best revenge is being hot, and Joe proves that right here. When you look back at the Hunk of the Day post for Joe Jonas, and the Nick Jonas Hunk of the Day feature, it’s hard to tell who’s going to be showcased next. (Hint: whoever doffs their shirt again.)

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Sweltering Recap (And More Naked Nathan Adrian)

High summer is upon is, as is a heat dome, and I’m reminded of my hero Lee Bailey’s July mantra: water, water, water – and keep watering. Coupled with weeding, cleaning out the attic, and the rest of the house, it’s a stay-home summer of long-overdue tidying. Of course, it’s more than that, but I’ve yet to determine how best to work it all out here. For now, the usual look-back at the week that came before:

Let’s begin with a bang. The Hunks of the Day: Robert Sepúlveda Jr., Arthur Nory, Keith Milkie, & Max Whitlock.

Madonna and her Messiah.

Another lovely pair.

A light laugh.

The night I took my Mom to a gay bar.

Give it up for Roxette!

High, high hollyhocks.

Balling & bucking it.

Animal!

Summer sun(flower).

 

A very naked Nathan Adrian.

Our one true anniversary.

Salvation approaches…

Salvation arrives

Salvation at hand.

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The DG Tour: Spring Thaw Salvation ~ Part 2

Flowering cherry, signifier of spring.

Oh, early bloomer,

You beckon summer,

Even as you’ll disappear

Long before she arrives.

To put on such a splendid show, without waiting for an audience, is a certain act of defiance.

It is also an act of love, of beauty for the sake of beauty.

There is a lesson in all of this.

You must be still and quiet to glean it.

You must pause and be patient to learn it.

The world will do everything it can to obscure such mysteries.

I’m not sure why it should be that way.

Pink and green, such wonderful colors after a winter of grays and browns, backed by a sky of blue.

So richly saturated your heart wants to burst again, like it does every year.

The balm that erases and heals a winter of hurt.

This is what beauty does.

This is what art does.

Taken together, they can change the world.

“An artist, under pain of oblivion, must have confidence in himself, and listen only to his real master: Nature.” ~ Auguste Renoir

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The DG Tour: Spring Thaw Salvation ~ Part 1

Every spring arrives with the promise of hope, and the hope of salvation. After the tumults and little deaths we go through in the winter, the return of spring is a happy thing indeed. Far more than that, it is the chance at re-birth and resurrection. We could all use the opportunity to begin anew, to start over again, to re-structure our world.

As we did in the beginning of our journey, we pass through more portals. There is nothing to fear now, and the feeling with each approaching passage has a very different tinge to it than it did at the start.

Perhaps we have accrued a little wisdom, or changed our way of thinking.

Maybe it was something simpler, but somehow more profound.

At any rate, the spring brings the great thaw – of hearts and minds and earth and stone.

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Salvation Is Almost Upon Us

The Delusional Grandeur Tour shall resume shortly, and it’s been going for about a year now, which means we are very close to the end. I had such grand hopes for this summer, but with everything that has happened – and is happening – in the world, I’ve cut out some traveling and focused on making my home a little better, inside and out. It’s my version of nesting, I guess, minus the pesky lifelong albatross of a baby.

The summer of ’16 will go down as a very dark one, and I push back against it by improving the homefront. I like our house to be a little sanctuary – not just for us, but for everyone who visits – especially in such times as these. Not unlike this website, which you hopefully find a soothing and safe respite from the rest of the wretched internet. And not unlike The Delusional Grandeur Tour Book, which seeks to thrill and entertain as we make our way into the penultimate chapter. For now, a quick look back:

THE DELUSIONAL GRANDEUR TOUR: LAST STAND OF A ROCK STAR

01)  Intro/Curtain – Part One, Part Two, Part Three

02)  Sunset Pool – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

03)  On The Road Hotel – Part One, Part Two, Part Three

04)  Rock Star Addict – Part One, Part Two, Part Three

05)  Animal Demons – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

06)  Steam Punk Birdcage – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

07) Red Riding Wood - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

08) Winter Top Hat - Part One, Part Two

09) Warrior Retribution - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight

10) Cologne Glamour Fashion - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

11) Samsara Healing Water - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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Our True Anniversary

Some couples – particularly same-sex couples – have multiple anniversaries. Because it was not legal for us to get married for so long, we had no choice. In our instance, we celebrate our “real” anniversary today – for it was on this day that we met. That was sixteen years ago.

A lot has happened in the intervening time, and I wouldn’t change any of it.

The Night We Met

The Day We Married

Happy Anniversary, Andy!

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More Nude Nathan Adrian Pics

Because most of you couldn’t get enough of Nathan Adrian naked the first time around, here’s Nathan Adrian nude for the second time. Tom Ford once advised that tan lines like this aren’t bad – they actually give the illusion of lift. Not that Nathan Adrian’s ass needs any augmentation whatsoever… Naked Olympians are body-beautiful by nature.

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Suzie Sunflower

Suzie was over for dinner the other night (a dinner at which she fingered my wattamelon, but that’s another story) and it’s a fitting point of reference as she was present for the two most salient memories I have of sunflowers. Both are summer tales, meaning they’re light on substance, but imbued with the spirit of summer, at least for me.

The first was a spur-of-the-moment trip to Provincetown in late August of 1995. It was my virgin trip to that famed gay gathering spot, so I was naively unaware of the popularity of the place on summer weekends, even if it was rainy. Luckily that rain made travel a little lighter, and we rolled into a rather quiet town that was damp with the fallen water, but still warm and balmy. Of course there was no room at any of the inns, so like Mary and Joseph with a sequin purse as our baby, we made our way until Suzie found a pricey but doable pine-knotted room that would easily suffice for a night.

The sunflower memory that comes from that weekend was based on one that was blooming beside a gate near the house. I snapped a photograph of it as it shook off the rain and unfurled its sunny face to the world. Scentless itself, it took the smell of summer on as its fragrance, and every time I looked at the framed photo – which followed me from Amsterdam to Boston to Chicago and back – I smiled with the memory of my first weekend in Provincetown with Suzie.

The second sunflower memory I hold is a passing blur. Speeding along some wretched never-ending highway in Montana as we made our way across the country, a field of sunflowers stretched out on either side of us. A sea of yellow and warm summer faces enjoyed the last light of the day as we sped along, bringing Suzie home from her Seattle stint. Once again we were on the hunt for an elusive hotel at prime travel season, where the great park of America stretched its tourist call as far as Montana, making it difficult to locate available lodging. Eventually we did, rolling into some tiny and sterile Super 8, but I already had my sunflower memory to keep me warm at night. The rest was just summer fun.

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A Raccoon at Copley Place

A nocturnal animal meandering around at the noon hour is a thing of worry. Rabid or worse, they should be avoided at all costs. Of course, when you see a raccoon right outside Copley Place in the middle of the day, you can’t help but gawk a little and take some pics. Besides, there were two women between me and the animal, so if it charged they were my safety buffer. (I’m an equal opportunity scaredy-cat, and I’ll gladly hide behind man, woman, or child if it means saving my ass from rabies.)

Fortunately, this critter seemed less inclined to charge and more interested in escaping our prying eyes by climbing into a nearby tree. Of course, from here on out I’ll have to watch above me as I pass this particular stretch leading to Dartmouth. There’s always something.

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