Surely there is a market for my used underwear, no? Inflation is killing us, gas prices are killing us, this economy is killing us – thanks to fuckwad Trump. Once upon a time I could have garnered a semi-decent living from this sort of thing, but OnlyFans arrived in my lifetime twenty-five years too late. Used underwear shots are about all I can muster these days, and it’s more than anyone wants to see, but I don’t care. This is life. This is reality. This is the here and now.
Yard clean-up has always been a meditative exercise for me. It brings me back outside, where the only sounds are distant lawnmowers, birdsong, and the occasional clawing of squirrel nails on our wooden fence. For well over a decade, I had the same game-plan for the clean-up – start in the side yard and make my way slowly around the perimeter from the side yard to the backyard. This year I’m moving from section to section to keep things interesting, jumping across the yard to remove the debris around the Lenten rose first, then the fern stand beneath the dogwood where our Narcissus are showing buds finally. I’ve pruned the lace-leaf Japanese maple by the pool filter so Andy can access that easier, and I’ll hit the front yard hydrangeas next.
Also new these past few years is a slower rate of this whole process. Previously I’d tried to bang it all out in a single weekend, but the body is not what it used to be, and protecting my back and winter-rested/unexercised muscles by taking my time is a welcome change.
From sweaty underwear to geriatric diatribe – I love the rollercoaster way this blog ebbs and flows.
Fresh off his Oscar-winning performance in the should-have-been-Academy-Award-winning-film ‘Sinners’, Michael B. Jordan fulfills a long-promised crowning as Dazzler of the Day first so salaciously teased about in this scintillating post. It’s been a long time coming, as this tease will also attest.
Hollow forms of soft fabric that once held one’s most private parts, now empty and unable to support themselves in upright fashion, and fashion relegated to the inside until it’s dropped on the floor then tossed into a bigger pile of laundry. The thankless cycle of our undergarments unless and until we make them front and center in some ill-advised-but-often-begged-for moment of exhibitionism.
We are lucky that this fruitful collab continues to produce stellar results, such as the one seen here. In calendars and photo shoots that span decades, this synergy has provided inspiration for causes as deep as anti-bullying and impressive as stunning beauty.
The Bad Bunny show got all the glory last night, no mean feat in this Olympic season, and here we are, already over a week into the blessedly short month of February. Despite the madness of a recent full moon, we are making good headway through winter. In honor of not delaying things, let’s hurry on with this weekly recap, featuring Bad Bunny once again in his Calvin Klein briefs…
Not gonna lie, I’m not really closely watching the Super Bowl this year (nor do I care who wins), but I’ll be casually paying attention until the Bad Bunny show begins. (There’s also reportedly a powerful commercial by some of the Epstein survivors, a plea to release all the documents that the current President is still trying to hide because they are obviously awful for him.)
But back to Mr. Bunny, who already has the ignorant masses up in arms because some of them think he’s not an American citizen (he is) and that Puerto Rico isn’t part of America (it is). This grand display is a giant fuck-off to that sort of racist and decidedly un-American lack-of-thought, so I’m celebrating all things Bad Bunny tonight, including the following hotter-than-hot Bad Bunny blog posts:
Ben Cohen and David Beckham have been battling for the Sexiest Guy in the World For All Time, at least here on this venerable blog, and as we are all only getting older, it’s worth some accolades that they are still vying for this title. A brief listing of their previous half-naked appearances follows, as it’s been a while since either has appeared here. (Cohen’s last shirtless romp was in this post, while Beckham’s body was last seen in this post. Whom do you prefer? We’ll start with Ben Cohen, whose photos by Snooty Fox Images prove that collaboration is often the source of all beauty.
David Beckham has an equally-storied history in these parts, and the fact that we are the same age is a bit of a gut punch when I fall into the trap of comparison. I mean, his front and back beat mine easily. His backside finally got some clamored-for exposure in his latest underwear campaign for Hugo Boss.
Having already hailed Brian Sims as Dazzler of the Day here, I have nothing more to crown him with other than further accolades and words of appreciation for all his fine work. That includes posting these fun photos that he put up in celebration of Pride. We need this sort of self-celebration now more than ever, when the country seems intent on pushing us back into the closet and stripping us of humanity.
