Splitting up the year was our second annual summer break – so from late June to September this space went dark. It was nice, but I did find myself hankering to post a few times; this year we may be switching it up a bit, but that’s in the future. This post is all about the past, so let’s finish up this year and move on already. (Don’t forget to see Part One first.)
June 2018:
Our Broadway trip included a performance of ‘The Boys in the Band’.
Andy and I returned to New York for this magnificent show by Betty Buckley. More here…
The preciously elusive Jack-in-the-pulpit.
My favorite book of the year: ‘The Summer That Melted Everything‘.
A simple summer treat by the pool.
Pretty in sight and scent.
Meeting one of my favorite legends: Betty Buckley.
Two simple words, one tiny prick.
Summer rain calls for this underwear.
Central Park in the summer, fading like a flower.
The danger zone: showing off my rear for the very first time.
Everyone’s favorite guest blogger Skip returned with this post.
Threading an olive with a garlic scape.
We prepared for summer break with this oldie.
A haunting summer song: ‘Mer Girl’ by Madonna.
Visiting a castle in Amsterdam with the family.
A summer tale in NYC: Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven and Eight. (Because I can draw anything out.)
A summer trip to Boston and Cape Cod.
Adam Rippon finally got naked.
Everybody needs some time all alone.
A summer recap within a Year in Review.
In case you missed all these hunks, catch up and re-explore them here.
Summer always brings back memories of my brother.
Saying goodbye for another summer.
August 2018:
A lone secret post from the middle of the night.
September 2018:
Before Autumn regained its throne, Summer had one more three-part show in which to shine: Part One, Part Two and Part Three.
A new Tom Ford frag: Fougere D’Ardent.
The birth of a new feature: #TinyThreads – An Insignificant Series.
Of Speedos and men and such.
Simon Dunn got all naked and sexy again.
Behind the curtain, under the veil.
October 2018:
Stephen got married, while his Mom turned 80.
Sleeping within earshot of the fountain.
Madonna may be at her best in the fall.
The PVRTD Project, officially announced.
Most things begin with blood.
VPL: Visible Penis Line.
Not necessarily for consumption.
Trumpet taps for a trumpet flower.
A secret cologne indulgence: SJP.
I tried to get back into YouTube, and I failed.
Seeking treasure with the Ilagan twins.
That time I made a water aerobics class move to Madonna.
Vermont weekends in the fall.
Ben Cohen got back in the sexy for a calendar shoot.
For Halloween, I dressed as Mr. M.
November 2018:
November was all about the release of PVRTD.
Without further ado: PVRTD.
The Starbucks on Pearl Street still sucks.
We saw ‘Come From Away‘ and loved it.
New York City with the family.
This was my advice on how to get through the holidays. I did not follow it, and I paid dearly.
My attitude here simply did not last.
Fading and falling, like particles of dust.
December 2018:
Ahh yes, the Holiday Cards… in all their questionable glory.
This year’s holiday card was nothing short of perverted.
Into the maelstrom of retail.
From the grandest of intentions, to the most dismal of realities.
A Happy Holiday Stroll saw us take Boston early, and in lovely form.
This year’s Christmas tree came from our front yard.
Beautiful boxes make beautiful gifts.
Within the heart of a Christmas tree.
An inevitable holiday burnout.
But with a little holiday levity…
And a few (lot) of children to bring back the spirit…
They turned Christmas around, and reminded me of what it was all about.
I got a nude attitude.
The secret Russian Christmas tea revealed!
Rounding out the year of our 15th anniversary were 15 favorite posts.
Sexy Christmas hunks, and their naked links.
How to smell like the holidays in a year like this.
A Filipino feast of seven dishes.
Social media madness (and my naked ass all over the place).
All the hunks of the year in one link-littered post.
