Posts Tagged ‘love

01
Oct
08

same great stuff, slightly different location

Dear readers,
Thanks to your dedication to Lovesick Billy, the site is growing and evolving, and there are some exciting new developments just around the corner.

If you’ve bookmarked lovesickbilly.wordpress.com, it’s time to update your bookmark to the direct URL, lovesickbilly.com.  If you’ve been using the direct URL, nothing changes.  Likewise, email for me is now bronson@lovesickbilly.com.  The look and feel is familiar, the cowboys are going to get even hotter, and improved searching helps you find all of the content more easily.

Thanks again for the love.  See you at the new site.

Love,

Bronson

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22
Apr
08

True Gentlemen, Like No Others

I’m going to embarrass two of our best friends with this post, and I’m not going to apologize for it.

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’

11
Apr
08

Thank You, Friends. (Now with photos. Thanks P&D.)

Absolute Love & Bliss

Turning 40 is an ordeal, and I don’t mean the party planning, which Sam did flawlessly, of course; I mean the state of mind. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. But it’s the turning 40 and not the being 40 that is the ordeal. Gallery after the jump.

Continue reading ‘Thank You, Friends. (Now with photos. Thanks P&D.)’

04
Apr
08

From the Edge of 17 to the Edge of 40

bphs.jpgI graduated from high school just a month or so after my 17th birthday. I felt as if life would never begin. I have always been impatient that way. I couldn’t imagine 30, much less 40.

In my delusional 20s, I was certain I’d make a dramatic splash of James Dean proportions, somehow leaving a lasting legacy and a beautiful corpse. I stopped dating girls, stopped fooling myself, and stopped lying to my family about being gay. I cheated on a good boyfriend. Mom beat colon cancer and it just seemed like some surreal role she was playing to increase her range. We all knew she’d kick it. Continue reading ‘From the Edge of 17 to the Edge of 40’

18
Mar
08

Why We Love Blondes

picture-6.pngIf you don’t know Tim Hamilton, (right) you can’t really call yourself a blond-lover. Sam and I saw this guy on the cover of the aptly-named “Knock-out”, a porn DVD at Circus of Books, and bought it at full retail.

My Mom has always been a blonde, so I’m imprinted on them, but I definitely didn’t get my taste in men from her. I’m a blonds guy. I was in ‘blond denial’ until I met Sam, a silvery-haired, blue-eyed man with a blond soul, and occassionally blond hair. He’s the one who noted how many times I listed ‘blond’ when describing ex-boyfriends or conquests. I’ve always wondered why this is, and according to the research I’ve read, the answer seems to be this:

Women are more drawn to men with dark hair, eyes, and skin, and it’s no mistake that the genetics of men with these traits are dominant, ensuring strong, successful children.

Men are more drawn to fair-eyed blondes, as blonde hair is a sign of youth, and fair eyes show the contrasting dilated pupil (a sign of sexual arousal) far better than brown eyes.

So what of gay men? We’re likely somewhere in the middle, although, I’ve often found that opposites attract more often than not.

14
Mar
08

Hot Guys You Can Actually Meet: Michael

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Michael, above, has it all going on: hot, talented, smart, collects robots, and wants more than just the exterior from a partner. Plus, he’s a little ‘dark’, which makes the sex really, really hot. Continue reading ‘Hot Guys You Can Actually Meet: Michael’

13
Mar
08

Be a Real Champion

baseballs.jpgI read the blog of a closeted, aspiring pro athlete who “dates” another closeted guy, struggles with his identity, and screws women to keep up appearances with his team mates.

It’s the reason I read him. It’s the reason we like books, movies, and television. We want to see the conflict, and how the characters resolve it and emerge victorious. Plus, I’ve been there myself. I get it. So he asks his readers for questions, which are mostly easy pitches about not getting wood in the shower and how he manages between visits with his beau, but when a question like – Continue reading ‘Be a Real Champion’




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