HELLA GAY THO

Last week a friend of mine lamented that my blog "used to be gay," but was of late, "just fashion and interiors." I was taken aback—and I also felt a little bit guilty. I really haven't had time to sit down and tackle pretty much anything that's been on my mind recently, and not just because I have a 9-5 job to get through first. (And by 'get through' I mean 'give 110% to', don't get me wrong.) Then I read this piece that Rashida Jones wrote for Glamour.com, of all things, and I was all like, "Hell yeah, I wanna do more shit like this!" And then I was all like, *aneurysm* because I don't even know where I'd begin. I have like, six vlogs in me at this point just waiting to get out, but every time I think "I could do that now!" I just end up masturbating because fuuuuck, dude, doing shit takes so much effort and what if I forget my point halfway through my diatribe against OKCupid and then I'm just this guy who's been sitting alone in his room all afternoon talking to himself in front of a computer?

I am aware that more "gay" content has been less frequently updated than some might like and that not everyone wants to hear about how I'm wearing mittens for winter or why I'm repotting my baby cactus farm. But I'm working on it. I swear. And in the meantime, yes, I'm going to write about my #supercute bedroom makeover ideas because I like decorating my bedroom and obsessively think about it in between checking my Instagram to see if any hot Asian guys liked my selfies. (I make these jokes on purpose, I'm telling you.) Here's some proof that this blog is still a gay blog:

Ok, that's all—a brief update to let you know what's on my mind. And read that Rashida Jones piece I linked to! You won't regret it. (Even though it's not gay.) Photo Bruce Weber for CR Fashion Book.

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BRUCE WEBER FOR T MAGAZINE

And now I'm ready for fall. Click image for source. Actor Dane DeHaan shot by Bruce Weber, styled by Joe McKenna.

P.S. T did another great edit on "new men's sweatshirts" you should check out if you have the time.

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playing with balls (a brief athletic history)

I know, I know, such a crass post title! What can I say, it's all about SEO, people! Also, I am a homosexual writing about sports, what did you expect? #olympicmadness #hott #bods #bonerjamz

So I'm feeling compelled to write up my personal sports history, in honor of the Olympics. It's a brief history, mind you, but it's there nonetheless. My childhood forays into the Man Realm of competitive sports began, for some unknown reason, with baseball. I vividly remember standing in line to bat, I suppose at some little league try out, snickering and talking isht about the other boys' failed attempts to hit the ball (years 7-9 were my 'bitchy queen' years, apparently.) When I got up to the plate, the ball hit me in the shoulder and I promptly started crying and ran off the field. I am still embarrassed to this day for my father, who was standing in the sidelines undoubtedly thinking, "Ok, so it's probably safe to read into that Barbie birthday wishlist now."

I tried my hand at gymnastics when I was a bit older, maybe twelve? I was really into Mortal Kombat at this time and wanted to be able to run up walls and do backhanded flips or some shit. I didn't publicly shame myself in this instance, I just quit. Probably a bad idea, considering gymnastics is a bit more gay-friendly (I'm assuming? definitely more my-stature friendly) than baseball. I was on the track & field team and the cross country team my freshman year of high school, but I sucked at both because when I run, my legs get really itchy. What? It's a legitimate issue. Needless to say, I wasn't much of a competitor to begin with and on top of that, the only thing I remember from any of the meets at which I must have at least been in attendance is that I'm pretty sure my balls fell out of my running shorts when I was sprinting. Where was the #winning hashtag when I needed it? (Oh, another vaguely athletics-related memory? Changing in the locker room - oh, man! Dear Doug Thrasher, I was so into you as a fourteen-year-old. Is anyone from my Cali HS reading this? #memories)

Oh, man, I almost forgot maybe the most shocking of all - when I moved to Virginia I was on my high school's JV lacrosse team! What!? I literally only ever got on the field during a game maybe twice. I recall being scared. Nowadays I'm about as athletic as you would guess a kid who collected Beanie Babies would grow up to be. I like to tell people I, "do tennis," but I think my niche fitness market is playing dress up and scrolling through Tumblr. I might be out of shape...

Enjoy the Olympics, those of you who'll be watching! I'm at work this evening, but here's a link to Eddie and Patsy carrying the Olympic torch for posterity's sake.

Awesome photo by Bruce Weber, father of any and all sports imagery I have any reason to remember.