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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Still Under Construction… Stand By

As it is 11:11 PM, and we are nowhere near getting the website to where it eventually will be, we’re calling it a night, as I still need to drive home. Much progress has been made, and I owe a debt of gratitude greater than a dinner of mac-and-cheese to our Webmaster Skip, for seeing us through the treacherous waters immediately behind and ahead of us. I thank you for checking in, and promise that we will have this as pretty as it ever was as soon as humanly possible.

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Soon To Be Under Construction

IMPORTANT NOTICE:

Tonight I am planning on revamping this website with the indispensable aid of Webmaster Skip. Actually, he’ll likely be the one at the helm, with me dangling precariously off the back end trying frantically to keep up. It’s an update that’s long over-due, as this website is operating on an antiquated platform, with a WordPress theme that went hopelessly out of date several years ago. That means it’s a big change, and one that will probably knock it out of commission for a day or two. I invite you to come back in a few to check the progress.

This will be a giant learning curve for me, but rather than try to perfect it behind the scenes first, I’m going to do it all out in the open, bringing you along for the ride. That means you get to see all the mess-ups and mistakes, and I get to act like a less-than-perfect human being for once. Everybody wins. Stay tuned… and wish us luck. Lots of it…

 

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Amber Waves of Vain

 

With a birthday coming up (hint, hint) I’ve narrowed gift selections down to the last Private Blend of Tom Ford’s that I’m exceptionally keen on ~ Amber Absolute. This may be in the nick of time, as there have been rumblings that Amber Absolute may be discontinued any day now. It’s a very special scent, designed for mid to late Fall, and it brings back happy memories. I last wore it on the evening I received my Volunteer of the Year Award from the Capital Pride Center last Fall. That small sample vial is all but fading now.

Cue the birthday violins.

Strangely enough, Amber Absolute was one of the first Tom Ford Private Blends that I instantly adored. For some reason, flashier or trendier ones usurped its choice (Santal Blush, Lavender Palm) or a good find on a discontinued classic took its place (Japon Noir) and most recently the spring-summer season was wrong for anything other than Neroli Portofino. Now, at long last, it may be Amber’s time.

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Olympic Slumber

As the torch goes out on another Summer Olympics, I am reminded of the 1988 Games – the last time I remember watching the summer version. (Usually the only thing that brings me to the Olympics is the figure skating.) This year, however, I was swept into all of it – due mostly to all the Guy Candy on display, but also for the contagious competitive excitement. It became addictive wanting to see the reactions of the athletes to their wins and losses – and when it turned into good sportsmanship and mutual admiration and respect I was truly touched.
Back in 1988, long before the Internet, when television was the medium that brought the world together, the Summer Olympics were the biggest event of the season. My parents allowed me to spend the night in the family room, in front of the television, on my Grandmother’s fold-up cot. I’d fall asleep to the flickering background of the latest track and field race, and wake as my Dad left for work the next morning.
It was, for the most part, a solitary experience, but it felt better knowing the rest of the world was watching at the same time. That was echoed in these games, in the way that social media made it a collective event, in ways more direct, if more diffuse. While we may be more fragmented in some ways, we’re closer in others. The strange twists the world has taken in these ensuing years, and the ticking of time, struck me as I watched a grey-haired Greg Louganis – the gold medalist in 1988 – looking down on David Boudia completing his gold-medal-winning dive.
Another circle is complete.

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The Shows Must Go On

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Last week I had the pleasure of attending a performance of Guys and Dolls at the Cohoes Music Hall. (Pulitzer-prize winning local author William Kennedy was in attendance as well, so I was doubly star-struck.) As always, they put on an amazing show, but it may be their last if they don’t find some serious financial support. It turns out that one of their recent productions, Hair, which I absolutely adored, was one of their lowest grossing shows. Combined with a lower subscription count and the departure of a major donor or two, C-R Productions is in danger of shutting down. It would be a great loss to the community – for those of us who love theater, as well as the denizens of Cohoes and Remsen Street, whose recent revitalization is in no small part due to the Cohoes Music Hall.

While those are serious reasons to be concerned, I’m writing this from a traditionally selfish stance – I have never seen a less than impeccable production at the Cohoes Music Hall and I don’t want to see them shut down. Jim and Tony do an amazing job of finding the best talent, both behind the scenes and on center stage. Each and every show is a revelation, and they have consistently put on some of the best productions in the area. Add to this the grand, and sadly diminishing, tradition of a historical theater building, still powered by the sole strength of the human voice and live instruments, and losing it would be a blow to all involved.

The list of shows that have impressed me over the years is a long one ~ The Pirates of Penzance, Cats, Crazy For You, Sunset Boulevard, Cabaret, Hair – and countless others – and I only hope we can help them meet their goal. Please visit their site HERE to donate or purchase tickets. Every little bit helps. At last count, they had about $50,000 of the necessary $75,000, so it’s within grasp, but the deadline is August 15, so we need to act now.

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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).
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An Olympic Erection

One of these things is not like the others…

The one that looks slightly more, well, excited, is Henrik Rummel – one of the US Olympic rowers. Just when you think it’s the pool guys that offer the most intriguing views, the rowers throw on some spandex and suddenly Mr Rummel’s a human sundial.

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