Putting this year into the past cannot happen soon enough, so without much further ado and fanfare, and with no more than one linky post (as opposed to the usual two posts that a year in review typically deserves) let’s rifle through our weekly recaps instead of giving a more detailed encapsulation. Some people want the comprehensive links – most of you don’t bother with comprehensive anything (and right now I am joining you in that).
JANUARY 2025:
The year began innocently enough, with some comfort food to keep us warm.
Keeping things toasty seemed to be our initial theme.
Winter droned on the way it usually does in January.
But that didn’t deter this guy from posing only in his underwear.
FEBRUARY 2025:
David Beckham was back bulging in his underwear to kick off the month of February.
The 20th anniversary of ‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’ found the never-clamored-for online debut of this infamous project.
Some weekly recaps were simply super, especially when bowls are involved.
Florals for February did indeed feel somewhat groundbreaking.
MARCH 2025:
Divinity drifted throughout March, as did the floral motif.
Lost my shirt and an hour in this recap.
Sheer and silly pajamas couldn’t hide my Calvin Klein briefs in these outtakes from The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale, hence their outtake status.
Pink-cupped dreams and floral peeks at spring.
The blustery end of March came with this cozy recap.
APRIL 2025:
Robert Irwin fronted this bulging recap with his underwear and it was no April Fool’s joke.
She was bathed in pastels.
Easter Monday, if there is such a thing and I think there is.
Robert Irwin wasn’t quite ready to put on clothes, so he closed April without a shirt.
MAY 2025:
May was a special month, bringing with it our 15th wedding anniversary, and it began in lucky and cloudy fashion.
May’s magic was in full effect, even as we looked ahead to summer.
There were plenty of powerful posts happening, as seen in this recap that welcomed viewers in with Theo James in a skimpy white Speedo.
JUNE 2025:
June will always be Pride Month, no matter what the current government tries to do.
Build me up buttercup in June’s bright, cheery glory.
Hot florals as summer arrives, baby!
Poppies, peonies and iris are how summer properly starts.
Our island summer theme went into watery swing, and the poppies kept popping.
JULY 2025:
Summer turned to high with our annual BroSox Adventure finding Skip and I back in Boston and rip-roaring form.
Cranking the heat, our island interim provided respite and relief.
A singularly happy week on the blog found us celebrating the birthday of my godson and the 25th anniversary of when Andy and I met each other.
AUGUST 2025:
Shit took a turn in August, as it did for many Virgos, and still people keep coming for us. Fools, mostly.
Flesh and pubic hair fronted and back-ended this fun recap.
Drama ensued for the final days of my 40’s, and for once I wasn’t the cause of it.
When I turned fifty, I realized I was out of fucks to give. We are all in for a fun year!
SEPTEMBER 2025:
A silver-haired recap befitting a fifty-year-old man.
The recaps of turning fifty were fun too.
Too many of us forget that summer lasts through most of September.
Eventually, though, fall arrives, and this year mystery arrived as well.
Whispers of fall intrigue carried on the cooler winds.
OCTOBER 2025:
When October arrived, so too did the mysterious Mr. Oud.
Fall held its own magic and allure.
This recap fell on Andy’s birthday, celebrating that and our annual Ogunquit fall trip.
Six years of not drinking marked the end of October.
NOVEMBER 2025:
Apparently the first November recap fell on a mother-fucking Monday, at least according to the pen.
Jonathan Bailey made this the sexiest recap alive.
(And he proceeded to grant shirtless goodness in the weeks that came after.)
There should be something more profound about the posts here, but all I can think is that this one is for the armpit fetishists and nothing else matters.
DECEMBER 2025:
A cozy candlelit post begins December while the rest of the world crumbles.
The more I wrote about and lamented holiday mayhem, the smoother and less-stressed the holidays became. For me. (And what else matters?)
My holiday card was erected by the holiest of Christmas spirit (and be careful not to stroke, I mean choke on it).
Closing out this year, you get a hint of what’s to come in fuzzy, hazy, obscure form…
