Archive for April, 2008
I really didn’t want to do a Miley Cyrus post, but I can’t tolerate all of this bullshit coughed up by checked-out parents suddenly concerned about Miley’s back and ready to stitch a scarlet A to someone’s chest.
I read some dreck today that says that Disney is turning the US into a “Nation of Whores. Good grief. “But she’s a role model for little girls,” I’ve heard some people say. Well, if your kid is mindlessly following the cues of a fellow child pretending to be a fictional character designed by a corporation to be a vehicle to propel ad sales, then something is desperately wrong in your home. Continue reading ‘What the Miley Cyrus Debacle Says About America’
This past week, Sam and I resolved a two-month squabble with one of our friends, Paul. It’s funny how stuff like this can spin out of control, and before you know it you’re not arguing about the issue, you’re arguing about the arguing about the issue. So, we all sat down to eat a little crow this past week, with great satisfaction and surprisingly little indigestion. Saturday night we took Mom to a transcendent performance of Steinbeck’s feel-good play depression-era of the Spring, Of Mice and Men, and if that didn’t cinch a weekend of introspection, the post-apocalyptic dream I had that night did. In the dream, Sam and I watched everyone around us perishing from the fallout, and then once we had saved ourselves and Mom, I sickened from tetanus, as I’d stepped on a nail somewhere along the way. I woke up crying, and Sam hadn’t slept well either, likening everyone in his life, and himself, to the characters in the play. Ugh, Steinbeck. Continue reading ‘Of Friendship, Love, and Steinbeck’
I have a longstanding hypothesis about the correlation between a man’s thumb (or big toe) and his penis, specifically a similarity in shape:
- the degree of pointiness or squareness of the tip of the thumb indicating an approximation of the tip of the penis
- the width of the first knuckle as compared to the width of the space an inch behind the head
- the litheness or meatiness of the space between the knuckle and the hand (or foot)
Lots of people in the Los Angeles area are selling their homes and moving: to another part of town, out of the madness, or to Canada, where most of the productions are done anyway.
The first thing to remember is that you’re ‘staging’ the house, in much the same way a set decorator would, and remembering that helps you make good decisions about what to do to present your home in its best light. That said, our friend Robert Carey offered some advice to home owners who are soon to be home sellers: Continue reading ‘Sex Up Your House to Help It Sell’
You can find just about anything on XTube: every combination, every kink, every fluid, but what you don’t find a lot of is plain, old kissing. This reminds me of when I was a kid and the days of phone sex lines, before the boom of the Internet, where young, closeted guys like I was, could figure themselves out on the DL, safely. I listened to the phone sex lines first, scared to speak and actually connect with a stranger, and hanging up almost immediately, or getting off before I’d even gotten started or uttered a word. Continue reading ‘One Way YouTube Beats XTube: Lots of Guys Kissing’
Rob Iles and his partner Michael Paonessa are hands-down, two of the most remarkable gentlemen I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, in my entire life, and I’m so honored to call them best friends.
To know Rob is to love him, and we hit it off right away. He does market research, because he’s smart as a whip, and because he really does know what’s good, what’s cool, what’s going on, and how to make it happen. Continue reading ‘True Gentlemen, Like No Others’
I was late to the game on the first Lily Allen releases, but not these. The first were sexy, tawdry, cheeky pop tunes that (straight) men over 30 shouldn’t admit to loving, but I dare them to resist. She had me at Smile, and for being generally bad arse, but this year a sadder but wiser Lily has reemerged turning her cheek and whip tongue on the world and on herself. Hey, it’s been a tough year, but it’s made her art better. Two tracks from her forthcoming album on Capitol are featured on her myspace page. Here’s the breakdown.
“I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless, ’cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous.”
I Don’t Know is the song the world (or at very least, America) needs in the Swarovski-encrusted dusk of comfort spending and fame binging, just before an uncertain dawn. Continue reading ‘Review: Lily Allen’s New Tracks’
Major Billy love goes out to Aussie hottie Sh@ney of lgbtbloggers.blogspot.com for including Lovesick Billy in the directory of LGBT Bloggers. But wait, it goes further than that…
Sh@ney, on the left, (the allegedly tidy one) and his equally adorschkable partner Nate (the allegedly messy one) have “he said/he said” blogs. Sh@ney’s is Steppin’ Out Gay and Nate’s is Steppin’ Out Gay Too. Both great blogs with lots of kitties, sixpacks, and fun. Well done, guys. xo, Bronson
Yes, “Anniversaries” plural, because Sam and I mark our first date and our wedding date, both on the 21st, and half a year from each other. It’s been two and a half years since our first date, and a year since the wedding. Neither of us can believe it’s been a year.
We had dinner last night at Whist at the Viceroy in Santa Monica, recommended by my friend K-Dub, and chosen for lots of reasons, not the least of which was its inclusion on American Express’ IN LA card partner list. Hey, it seemed fitting that we’d use the points we’d racked up on that card, mostly from the wedding and honeymoon, to garner us a free anniversary dinner a year later.