Send this hunk over to keep me company for the holiday weekend. Grrrrr.
Eye Candy
Things & Stuff and Stuff & Things
– Guess who is sick with (what I am assuming is) a sinus infection! It started last Monday and made last week a bit pesky. The weekend wasn’t much more fun. If it were just the snot, I could deal with it better. It’s the sinus pressure/pain and headache that make things miserable.
– I finished my top-secret cross-stitch project last night. I will finally post some photos of the darn thing when I get it framed, and it’s been handed off to the lucky recipient. I am fairly certain this person doesn’t look at this blog anymore … but you never know!
– I talked the other day about the stages of grief I have been stuck in over Róisín Murphy’s heel turn from queer-friendly singer to evil TERF monster. Last week, I commented on a Facebook post of hers whining about being canceled. My comment was blunt and expressed hurt. It was not full of the insults I would like to hurl in her direction. Well … she blocked me. [Insert Eyeroll Emoji Here!]
– AND … If anyone has $1.3 million to give me so that I can purchase this brutalist beauty that is located in the California desert, please contact me. SWOON!
Cheap Bastard
This fancy new jockstrap from Nasty Pig has caught my attention … but the damn thing costs $42!!! I am too much of a cheap bastard to pay $42 for a jockstrap. Sigh.
Eye Candy Break [Hello Edition]
My outlook on life has really been in the shitter this week. Ugh.
So, let’s take an eye candy break! An underwear brand (called Hello) has had sponsored ads popping up in my Facebook feed … and they certainly got my attention. Well hello, Hello!
HELLO!
Jake Break
Hello, Jake!
I know it’s been a while since I have reached out to you. I am sorry that I haven’t seen your new movie, Roadhouse, yet. I have seen your “getting in shape for the movie” training video though. Dang! It’s too bad you shaved your chest hair but I guess you can be forgiven for that. And know, if you ever need something to drill other than your forearms, you can always hit the “contact me” link in the menu.
Love, Chas.
Rumpus [Eye Candy Edition]
People sure did lose their minds about Jason Kelce ripping off his shirt when the Kansas City Chiefs won last weekend. The only problem I see with this is that he wasn’t doing this for me in private at my house. Hubba!
Ozark [Eye Candy Edition]
I have started watching the first seven episodes of the final season of Ozark, and all I can say is … “Hello, Alfonso Herrera!!!”
Not Back in the Groove [Eye Candy Edition]
The weeks are slipping by and there is really not much going on personally. I’ll say it again … yay, Pandemic Life.
Enjoy some jockstrap-y eye candy while I regroup.
Doo, Doo, Doo …
New jockstrap colors are in the house …
Too bad one doesn’t automatically look like this just by putting one of these on.
Where’s My Sugar Daddy?
This super cool Hublot Cold Fusion Chronograph Watch designed by Shepard Fairey is only $22,000. Who wants to buy me one?
Alive, Barely Kicking
I sure do have them winter/pandemic blues. You could probably tell from my lack of posting. But, honestly, what is there to talk about? Life has fallen into a dull routine of cardio, work, eat, stare mindlessly at the TV, sleep, repeat. The weather has been too cold and dreary on Saturdays for any afternoon fire pitting with Shortlegs and Co. (one of my few mental health activities). So, it’s mainly getting takeout on Saturdays that breaks up some of the monotony.
February is ticking along and hopefully the temps with warm up quickly in March. JR and I have been distracting ourselves with plans for various backpacking trips in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Some sound fun. Some sound grueling. Time will tell!
Meanwhile, let the photos below break up the monotony of your day and week.
Beast Mode
The big excitement recently has been the arrival of Vinegar Syndrome‘s new 4K UHD release of The Beastmaster. I have very vivid memories of seeing this at the local movie theater in 1982 (when I was on the cusp of turning 11 years old). I pretty much knew I was different at this point in my life and that men grabbed my attention more women. It was a weird, scary, and thrilling feeling. The Beastmaster just helped reaffirm all this. Marc Singer running around in a leather hula skirt that barely covered anything was an amazing site for these young eyes.
It’s weird to think now that my parents probably thought I was excited to see Tanya Roberts topless in this movie. Nope. I was all about Marc Singer. I mean, c’mon … look at him!
The Beastmaster is one of three films from my childhood that I feel helped solidify my gayness. The other two are Flash Gordon and Gwendoline. Maybe it’s of note that all three are from the fantasy/sci-fi genre … and maybe it’s not.
Weekend Eye Candy [Purple Edition]
This has been one hell of a long week and I feel like this eye candy break is much deserved!
