Ryan Reynolds, shooting the special effects part of  scene in which he appears naked? Whatever, I’m disappointed in almost all of this – from the ridiculous pair of flesh-hued briefs, to the tropical bath mat beneath him.
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The Evolution of David Beckham’s Bulge
Despite our in-flux status, or perhaps because of it, this seems as good a time as any to examine the evolution of David Beckham and his briefs-encapsulated bulge. God knows we could use the hits… The featured image above is the first time many of us got a glimpse of Becks and his balls, and it remains iconic. Compare that to the one below, in which he appeared with his wife, Victoria (who will always be known as Posh in my book). As much as I love her, I’ve cropped much of her out.
A few years pass before his latest venture, his own line of underwear for H&M. As disappointing as their first offering was (fabric and fit was all wrong), I may have to give it another go, even with the unfortunate mustache that accompanies the new promo images. The Power of Beckham in Briefs. It’s very real.
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Bare Bones Scaffolding
Figuring out the new control panels of this website reminds me of my first brush with ‘The Legend of Zelda’. It’s a matter of finding the right doors and secret passage-ways, knowing how many times to click or omit, and dying a little before starting all over again. It can be frustrating and infuriating when something doesn’t quite work, and incredibly gratifying when something does. (I figured out that slider intro on my own, thank you very much.)Â For now, we’re configuring the major structure and bones of the site. The scaffolding won’t be down for a while, but it should happen sooner than that crane came down in Albany. Give us some credit for that…
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Chris Evans, Shamelessly Shirtless
Before David Beckham (who’s up tomorrow), a throwback to one of this site’s former, and likely future, favorites – Mr. Chris Evans. For a brief bit, there were rumors that his publicist no longer wanted him to do shirtless shots. I’m guessing the gay mafia took that person out, because he has since been seen sans shirt again.
Not that there is such a thing as the gay mafia. I have neither heard nor see anything. I know even less.
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Web Master of the Universe
To the left is the man responsible for all the great things that this website was, and will be ~ our Webmaster Skip. I don’t have a lot of straight guy friends, but the ones I do have I cherish. There’s something different, more relaxing, in the company of them.
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Evaporating the Past
As I sat in Skip’s basement, watching the files fly by as they were deleted, I had a brief realization of the passage of time. Thousands of photos and files drifted up the screen, hundreds of pages of posts, years of my life, so quickly and easily erased. For one quick moment, a sliver of hesitation, and then it was gone. I’d archived all the important posts, so I wasn’t really losing anything. There was a thrill of setting it free, and it was exhilarating.
When I did my first website update, about a year or two after I started, I simply erased everything I had written up to that point, starting from scratch, with no archives, and nothing of the previous year or so on record. It’s simpler to move forward with nothing of the past to hold onto. Too many of us get pulled back by nostalgia, and it’s always tempting to revisit the past. Sometimes it’s easier to look back and return to where we’ve already been – there’s safety there, it’s a known entity.
But to become better, you have to let the past go, and find new ways to inspire. That’s what we’re doing here. That’s what we’re doing now. Â There will be a certain bit of repopulation as far as previous posts being archived goes, and the major projects and written work will remain intact, but much of it must go. We’ll be better for it. Watch and see…
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A Ben Cohen Bone, Shirtless
While we’re under construction, a bit of a shirtless (and surprisingly tan) Ben Cohen to tide you over…
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When In Doubt, Do Madonna
A quick note of congratulations to my friends Wally and Carolyn, who welcomed their baby boy Brandon Wallace into the world, on Madonna’s birthday of all dates. With a blessing like that, this child is destined for greatness.
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A New Dawn, But We’re Not Quite There…
Despite the brilliance of the day, I’m feeling a bit like the current state of this website – slightly tattered, and Miss Havisham-like in a faded marabou robe. I’m writing this on an Airbook while sitting on the backyard patio – or, as Dorothy would have it, the lanai. It cannot be denied that the day is gorgeous, and a welcome relief from the stultifying days we’ve had of late, but it must also be acknowledged as one of the first turns toward Autumn.
The ferns have already begun to brown, and the garden – so early and ahead this year – is teasing with its Helenium, and a magnificent showing of the Seven Sons’ Flower. I expected the latter to have bloomed already – they have been in bud for weeks – but they have held off. Like the summer, they’re not quite ready to give up the ghost. That’s good – there’s too much of it left. And much to be done here. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see what I can do on the back end of this thing. Don’t tell Skip – I’m probably not the one to be monkeying around without his guidance, but that’s how we learn…
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Wal*Mart After Midnight
It is 1:25 AM. I’ve just returned from an expectedly-lengthy website redesign session with Skip. As you may have noticed, we’re still in the planning/remodeling stage, so bear with us a bit longer. A little after midnight we figured we better stop, so I joined Skip for a quick jaunt to Wal*Mart to pick up ‘The Hunger Games’ on DVD. Don’t ever let it be said that I don’t suffer for my art, and right now my art is this website redesign. And my suffering was waiting betwixt pre-and-post teens in a fifteen minute line of, well, I don’t want to say losers, but no one was winning any prizes either. Thankfully, the lady at Hess Express more than made up for it with her kindly offer of a ten-minute hot dog. This revamping may turn out to be more entertaining than anyone expected. Stay with us… who knows what mischief tomorrow may bring…
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Tom Daley’s Best Side: Butt or Bulge?
This may be the part of the Olympics that some people miss the most: the after-diving shower. It’s just a question of which part.
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Song for the Middle of a Summer Night
I’m a traitor to a beautiful cause…
In the back of a station wagon, we steal kisses in the night. Moths flutter in the fading headlights, swimming in the sultry wet air. A sweet fragrance, some unseen flower unfurling in the dark, rides on the blackness. It is the summer of our unrealized content.
How long will it take to get used to me?
Strange stirrings in the night. Stranger danger. And we devour each other, tongues lapping and darting in tandem, rising and falling with our breathing, thrilling before settling into something deeper. A sigh. An intake. A wish to say it.
Oh yes I love you, but today I could hate you, I could hurt you…
Nestling into a moist neck, matted hair, rustling eyelashes, and squeezing eyes so tightly closed it feels like crying or happiness so great it hurts. When all you want is to be held…
It’s not enough to believe in love…
Deep in the heart of the night ~ this summer night ~ when the air is still warm, I hug you closer. My hands on your chest, our foreheads touch, and we can barely see each other. We are so young. It aches to be so young. We do not see ahead – ahead is even darker than this night, and so we cling closer, knowing somehow that the summer will not last, could never last.
God made me to her own design by planning too many flaws…
I’ve got too many flaws…
Morning will come soon, and then the Fall.
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The Magic of Matthew Mitcham
Okay, I’m a bit biased, as he’s the first (and only) Olympian who was nice enough to follow me on Twitter, but Matthew Mitcham is my new favorite diver. (What’s the matter Tom Daley? Are you scared of me or something?) Even if Mr. Mitcham didn’t extend that courtesy, I’d have been enamored of him for being one of the only Olympians to live proudly and openly as a gay man.
It seems like such a small thing, and such an insignificant thing when you’re in the running to be the single best diver in the world, but to some of us it makes a world of difference. To some, this is everything – the peek into a future of possibility and hope – the seed of an idea that this might one day be you. If you’ve had to grow up without that, you have no idea what kind of power that holds.
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The Gay Olympian: Matthew Mitcham
This is Matthew Mitcham, an openly-gay Olympic diver from Australia (talk about a triple crown).
He’s probably the most prominent and well-known of the gay men at the games (at least, he’s the only one I’ve heard about, and these things usually manage to trickle down even to the must oblivious of us).
