Disney’s John Carter.

I am definitely seeing John Carter in the theater – and not solely because Taylor runs around half naked all the time.

I first saw Taylor Kitsch in The Covenant, costarring with Steven Strait, Laura Ramsey, Sebastian Stan, Chase Crawford and Toby Hemingway. Apparently Disney is sinking $250m into his latest film, John Carter.

 
I am definitely seeing this movie in the theater – and not solely because Taylor runs around half naked all the time. Hehe..

Angels & Airwaves: Rite of Spring

It’s hard for me to believe that I’d never heard of Angels & Airwaves three weeks ago, but thanks to this incredibly sexy guy I recently met, I’m now listening to them full-time.

It’s hard for me to believe that I’d never heard of Angels & Airwaves three weeks ago, but thanks to this incredibly sexy guy I recently met, I’m now listening to them full-time. This song is my favorite… I’m pretty sure it’s the theme song of my life.

 

For a deeper understanding of why this song fits my life so well, read this while you listen: I’m From Troy Ohio.

Jorge and his rainbow ring.

When I first started to toe open my closet door a few years ago, one of the staples of my “coming out speech” was an earnest assurance that I wasn’t going to turn into one of those faggy, rainbow-waving, San Francisco gays…

When I first started to toe open my closet door a few years ago, one of the staples of my “coming out speech” was an earnest assurance that I wasn’t going to turn into one of those faggy, rainbow-waving, San Francisco gays. I instinctively understood that the homophobic conservative mainstream fears the emasculation they think comes with being gay, so I displayed my masculine credentials and polished them until they shone. I was the guy who went to the gym 5 times a week, who loved Sci-Fi shows, cop movies and action flicks. Hiking, old hunting stories and a penchant for Vodka rounded out the montage.

I felt like I had to make sure that my friends understood that I wouldn’t be pushing the proverbial dick in their faces. None of that has really changed over the intervening years. I’m still one of the most tightly self-censored gay people I know. I’ve only wolf-whistled a guy once in my life, my fashion sense is all Midwestern farm boy, and the only bag I carry is my laptop bag. Until lately, it would have shocked me if anyone other than my friends picked me as the gay guy in a lineup. Even after a year riding the same bus to and from work every day, my fellow mass-transit commuters wouldn’t know what to make of the quiet, 6’4” tall, corn-fed giant hiding behind his sunglasses in the back of the bus.

Wearing sunglasses gives me the sensation of sitting behind a two-way mirror. It is that comfortable anonymity that allowed me to learn so much from a young commuter I’ve come to fondly think of as “Jorge”. He and I cross paths for about 10 minutes at a time on seemingly random days. He boards the bus at some stop before mine, and exits before me, as well. The first conscious thought I had about Jorge was “my god, he’s beautiful.” He isn’t “hot” or “cute” or “pretty”: he is simply catch-your-breath-and-stare gorgeous. He has jet black hair, styled in that short, swept-across-the-face emo/scene cut that’s so popular right now. It is paired perfectly with deep blue-green eyes, almost over-full lips, and a perpetually preoccupied look. Reed-thin, but well-built, he often wears jeans that hug his hips and leave little to the imagination. Continue reading “Jorge and his rainbow ring.”