Wednesday -- White

Tuesday -- Tattooed Men

Having a couple of small tattoos myself, I find it incredibly sexy when an otherwise hot guy has interesting ink, it makes them even hotter!  Here are a few guys that I think fall into that hotter category.

 

Monday -- Matthew Rush

 

 

 

Veterans' Day

Here's a big salute to all the men in the military, past and present, straight or gay. Thank you for putting your lives on the line to protect our freedoms.

Had My Check-Up Today

I went to see my doctor, Dr. Merriweather, a couple of weeks ago because I wasn’t feeling well.  It was just before Hurricane Sandy hit.  Since then I’ve been feeling better, but Dr. M. wanted me to have a follow-up, so I saw him today.  Seems all the blood and urine tests he had done came back and there were no surprises.  Even the HIV test came back only to confirm what the quick test stated.  

So today, Dr. M. wanted to give me a complete and thorough physical.  After waiting about forty-five minutes to be seen, Ryan, Dr. M.’s Physician’s Assistant had me get on the scale (the same as it was two weeks ago), took my blood pressure (normal) and my temperature (also normal).  Then he told me to undress to my underwear and wait for the doctor.

So there I was sitting on the medical table for about fifteen minutes wearing only in my socks and my boxers and I don’t mind telling you the room was not all that warm.  I mean it wasn’t like it was the inside of my refrigerator, but still, would it have hurt to put the heat up just a few more degrees?  Anyway, Dr. M. eventually comes in, states in on the chit-chat and checks the glands in my neck and looks down my throat before telling me that the tests all came back fine.  Then he asked me to stand up, drop my underwear and cough – the “dreaded” hernia exam.  I really don’t know what all the fuss is about.  I mean doctors must see several hundred dicks and asses a year, so what’s to be embarrassed about?  And I’ve been going to Dr. M. for so long, it doesn’t feel like a full physical if he doesn’t check me down there, know what I mean?  He listened to my chest, did an EKG and all sorts of tests.  Long story short, I’m as healthy as an ox.  He wants to see me again in six months for another check-up.  

That made me think about T.J. – he came home from school yesterday with a medical form.  It seems he’s thinking about joining the school’s swim team and needs a check-up, so while I was in the office, I made that appointment too.

I glad T.J. has started fitting in at school.  I remember High School as being a trying time before I came out.  I was much happier once I did.  I still had to hide my sexuality, but I was able to express myself in other ways; that’s kind of when I went a little Goth – black hair, black eye-liner and nail polish, black clothes.  The only other color I wore back then was a touch of red, for the blood symbolism of course.  Now I cringe at how I looked back then in Grandma’s pictures of me; I was trying to be so cool and brooding, it’s a wonder no one laughed at me, I looked so ridiculous.  Now, it’s tee-shirts and jeans most of the time or casual slacks and a nice polo shirt or buttoned shirt.  I wouldn’t be caught in Goth gear anymore except as a Halloween costume and even then I’d have to think twice about it.

On the Hurricane Sandy front – Diane and Steve have moved back to their respective apartments but Tom and Benny are still with us.  Their apartment building was flooded by the storm and still has no power or heat.  So they moved into the guest room and as much as I love my friends, I can’t wait to have my house back to just me, Ian and T.J. though I know it is going to take at least until the end of next week before Tom and Barry are able to get back into their apartment.  We all must do what we can for our friends, right?

Men With Wings

My mind works in really odd ways sometimes.  At lunch today, we were talking about the disaster that we have been living through; that the images we have been seeing are mind-boggling and how the people volunteering for the relief effort are angels, when I started thinking about angels in general – in the Bible or in art – and that got me thinking about how when I was a kid I always wanted wings so that I could fly, like one of my favorite comic book characters, Hawkman.  Now, here was a character many gay boys could get into, visually at least.  He’s well-muscled (like every other comic book superhero) and flies around without a shirt, showing off his powerful chest; and in recent years that chest has been drawn with just the right of chest hair!  Then there’s the leather aspect.  O.K. so the harness is yellow; who cares?  I often got hard thinking about that character and sometimes fantasized that he flew around naked at times and fucked Hawkgirl while they were in the air (although in my deepest fantasies it was me he was fucking while flying around up there).

So it was disaster relief workers were like angels, then real angels, then Hawkman, then me getting fucked by Hawkman!  See how strange and fucked up my thought-process can be?  

 

Reflections

When the New York tri-state area was informed about Hurricane Sandy, most of the people I know did very little to prepare.  Hurricane Irene last year came and went with minimum damage, so many people decided to stay put and ride out this storm.  In hind sight, not a smart thing to do.  The pictures on the news and the internet of the devastation in New Jersey, Staten Island, downtown Manhattan and in the Rockaways are sobering and put our petty concerns into perspective.

New York City has been shut down since the storm hit.  With all the schools closed, T.J. has been home, worried about his friends in Hackensack.  We’ve been lucky; me, T.J. and Ian.  Our home is situated on higher ground than most of our neighborhood so we were dry the entire time; no basement flooding at all.  We also have a small generator, not that we needed it; we didn’t lose any power.  But still, we were lucky.  Over the past couple of nights, we’ve played host to several of our friends whose apartments lost power.  Diana has been using the guest room; Tom and Benny, who finally got together about a month ago, have been camping out together on the living room floor with Steve, another friend, sleeping on the couch.  It hasn’t been easy for any of them, not knowing when they’ll be able to return home.  

But then we see the pictures and we’re thankful we have each other.

It’s kind of sad that something this drastic had to happen to get us to realize what having friends and family really means.  My heart goes out to those people who lost their homes to the floods and the fire.  But I’ve been hearing reports of looting going on and it makes me wonder why some people act so selfishly; I mean stealing from someone’s home, taking what little survived the storm?  What is it with people?  I am just glad my neighborhood came out of this without too much damage – a couple of trees down was the worst of it.  

This storm really put everything into perspective.