1 John and friend at Sidetrack. pix by Kirk
2 George Melichar and the models at Crew. pix by Kirk
3 Tajma Hall at Hydrate. pix by Keith Stryker
This week's column begins with a message for all of you twinks out there. You might want to put down the coke mirror a second to read this one.
From my standpoint, it seems you exist in a fantastical vacuum galaxy in which you are the morning star and all other bodies revolve around you, held fast in their orbit by their uncontrollable passion for your willowy, peach-fuzz-covered frames. It rather reminds me of the embittered teen angst through which we all went. It's difficult to see outside that wall we've created around our own universe.
Why the tirade, you ask. At Sidetrack I met a man named John. Yes, boys, I said 'man.' Just look at him. He's hairy. He's beefy. He's got hands that could take you to heaven. This is a man. When you get older, and trust me you will, you will be attracted to men. Not boys.
I say this all not from a vantage of anger, jealousy or bitterness, as you might surmise. I speak merely as a slightly more mature ( I'm not making any grandfatherly claims to world-weariness ) gay man whose tastes have grown along with the gray hairs in his beard. When you see a man, whether he be the bear type you might encounter during a football game at Bucks or the rugby-esque John ( WOOF! ) , do not dismiss him as 'old' or 'too hairy' [ note to John: This is not to call you old. I just threw that in as an example ] or any other false pejoratives that may fit your current predilection. Know that one day, you too will see the supreme beauty of a real man.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, congratulations to Tajma Hall for running away with the title of Miss Dreamgirl Continental Plus 2007 at The Baton. The Hy-Drag party for her at Hydrate was to-die. I actually paid $20 for a piece of cake. Next time I see you, Taj, them titties better be $20 bigger!
Walking into Crew was a rare treat this week. It reminded me why I love this job. I had missed the Project Runway showing, as I prefer to watch it at home without the distractions. Coincidentally I also missed the runway show of designer George Melichar's underwear collection. But this is where my clout comes in. Darn it if all the boys didn't strip off again just for my photo shoot! I love that I can waltz into a bar and cause nine dudes to take their shirts off. Handy hint: Get your gay self a camera and an editorship at a gay rag. It's what's for dinner.
See you at Germania Place for The Empire's Coronation III. Say farewell to the reign of the cover couple. Onward and upward!
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