He appeared in the doorway. Young. Way too young. Look away, now. There really is no point in focusing on such a pretty boy who is that young. Just ignore him, and look away. Go back to your book. Those cheekbones. High and strong, giving his pretty face an exotic flavor. Dark hair, dark eyes. … Continue reading Pretty Dancer Boy
GQ Magazine has an interesting piece about Brendan Fraser in its current issue. It's one of those "Where are they now?" pieces, and Brendan's butt plays a pivotal role in the story. No, seriously, the key moment that changed his life when he was at the height of his career and sent him into exile … Continue reading Brendan’s Butt
Four times I've seen the movie. Four times. Twice on my laptop and twice in a theatre. A beautiful old theatre with a single screen and Art Deco carpeting and a cute young man in the ticket booth. I keep hoping that the next time I will be released from its spell, but each time … Continue reading Is it a Video?
Michael Urie posted a photo of himself dressed as an elf. Sitting in front of a Christmas tree, with a guy named Ryan Spahn, also dressed as an elf. I'm guessing Ryan is his boyfriend, but even if he isn't please let me go on thinking he is. They have a dog. In a matching … Continue reading Dear Hallmark: A Beau for Christmas, Please.
Ever since I was a teenager, I'd always thought one day I would meet George Michael. It's not that strange, actually, to have felt that way. I'm sure I'm not the only one who did. Every gay teenager at the time was affected by George Michael, whether they wanted to admit it or not. How … Continue reading The Boy From Wham!
It was a struggle to manage the heavy glass door. The handles were oddly positioned, and the door was intent on closing before I was inside. One of those hidden camera stunts, perhaps, where unsuspecting people are humiliated on television while attempting something as simple as entering a bookstore. So he had already been watching … Continue reading Dear Mr. Book Clerk,
My neighbor across the street has her trees pruned every two years. Today was the day she hired a crew, and I was dreading the noise their damn machines would be making all morning. All afternoon. When I looked out the window to guess just how big a job it would be, I was pleasantly … Continue reading Men At Work