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December 2013

The Holiday Stroll 2013: Part 1

It was dark by the time we started out. Dusk falls quickly at this time of the year, and when Kira arrived at the condo the sun had been gone for several hours. Our holiday stroll weekend had begun, and we settled in for a brief warm-up before heading out. Since arriving earlier in the day, I’d had the heat up, and now it was toasty and warm and perfect for the encroachment of colder temperatures. We caught up quickly, going over the travails of Thanksgiving, then bundled back up for a walk to dinner.

For one of the first times, I didn’t have a dinner plan. There were no reservations, and no general notion of what to eat, but we headed out onto Tremont Street, walking towards Downtown. The wind whipped around us, and we shuffled hurriedly to generate some warmth. We turned in the direction of Chinatown. Suddenly hot tea and Peking duck seemed the right way to go (as per these happy memories). For the latter, we decided to try the place we’d eaten at a couple of summers ago.

It was still open at the ten o’clock hour, and rather unpopulated (the way I like things), and we sat down in a corner booth to a pot of tea. I contemplated asking for a beer (a friend said that a beer was actually the best thing to cool off hot, spicy food), but since I wasn’t planning on going too spicy tonight, I settled for the tea and water. (Strange behavior for an alcoholic, I know.)

We ordered the Peking duck and a pork dish, and, since my eyes are always bigger than my stomach, some steamed dumplings. Kira could take it all home the next day if there were leftovers (and there would be – lots). The tea warmed us instantly, as much inside as it did cradled in our cupped hands. The dumplings arrived first, more drops of savory warmth into our stomachs. The chill of the night was a dim memory.

By the time the duck arrived, we were giddy with anticipation, and the giddiness turned to delight as we assembled the Mandarin pancakes, the filigrees of green onions, and the hoisin sauce. There’s nothing that a little Peking duck can’t fix, or a dear friend. Stuffed and elated, we sat at the table remembering things past, and then it was time to depart. The next day was our Holiday Stroll. I just hoped it wouldn’t be cold enough for a bunny suit.

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Tom Daley is Dating A Guy

Holy shit.

Yes, Tom Daley, as he explains in this intimate and moving video, is dating a guy.

Though he says he still fancies girls, he had found a guy who makes him feel “so happy, and safe, and everything just feels great”.

That’s love.

“Right now I’m dating a guy, and I couldn’t be happier.” ~ Tom Daley

There are lots of questions left – is he gay? – but for now, I say congrats, and wish him well.

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A Recap & A New Month

The kitchen renovation has been delayed a week (more on that later – much more), so we’re in a holding pattern. Yet things here must go on, so I’m populating the posts for the week ahead and doing what I always do in the name of survival. There are people that count on the daily dosage of soft gay porn that this site supposedly provides, so let’s get to it. There will be deeper things too, stories you wouldn’t even believe so I may just document them under fiction and avoid sticky questions. For now, the typical Monday look back.

It’s always best to begin with a poem.

If anyone knows anything about male grooming, it’s Tom Ford.

And if anyone doesn’t need much grooming, it’s a toss-up among the Hunks of the Day: Alexander Ludwig, Ashley Gibson, and Nathan Owens.

A tentative plan ended up playing out perfectly, but I’ll detail that in a later post.

Thanksgiving came and went…

And December reared its questionable head.

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A Thanksgiving with the Twins

And the food…

Little Princess and Brave Eagle.

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Ghosts of Decembers Past

The calendar is giving a rather rude wake-up call this morning, as it changes all-too-soon into December. The month of Christmas. The end of the year. The shortest and darkest day. All of that and more marks December. This year is a little different, for a number of reasons, but before we go too far off the beaten path, here’s a look back at a few December posts that came before.

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

The last time I would ever sing for them.

I still love these pants. They make me feel like an elf.

The Christmas DJ, spinning it right round.

This brotherly tradition began in Amsterdam, NY.

A favorite decoration, rustic and true.

Let’s have a holiday party!

A magical entry for a door that soon won’t be there anymore.

Driving Miss Daisy.

Tipping my top hat.

A car full of love.

Come on baby, light my fire.

Porny, horny Santas, dancing.

Christmas is for the kids.

Some December days are foggy.

And some are made cozy with fire.

This Christmas Tree will have to serve for this year too.

My family jewels.

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