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The Rollercoaster Year in Review: 2019 – Part Three

{See Part One and Part Two.} The higher the glory, the greater the fall. As lofty as the rollercoaster gets, it usually falls further from where it began. if that makes any sense. There is no such thing as rock bottom. The bottom is always ready to fall out again. Hold onto your hats for the last part of the year, then bid it all adieu. Bye bye, baby, bye bye. 

SEPTEMBER 2019:

Sometimes September is for getting naked.

When Maluma got together with Ricky Martin.

The category is Tom Daley.

The hot dog and peanut butter challenge, accepted.

A dozen years wasted on FaceBook.

Madgical mood Music.

Hot hunky miscellany.

Jude Law in that Speedo.

Beauty balm.

My Dad’s 89th birthday.

Beekman euphoria

Everyone loves a season premiere.

Naked summer reflections. 

Madonna’s Extreme Occident.

The most potent cocktail of them all.

Summer Sunday brunch, family-style.

Sous me.

The Summer Speedo of 2019: Part One, Part Two, Part Three & Part Four.

Confessions of a New York State Worker: my career journey with the government. 

Maybe September.

Beautiful fall day set to music.

A dragonfly visits.

Vision of a starry night.

Autumn enchantment: casting a spell.

Adam Lambert brings the super funk

Another September song.

Hunks and their bulges.

Just like that, I was old.

OCTOBER 2019:

A collection of Octobers.

Everybody in this party’s shining like Illuminati.

Losing steam heat.

Burning the wishes.

Shit just got real.

Selfie reflection.

When I’m wrong, I’m really wrong

I loved cancelling my Planet Fitness membership more than I enjoyed any of the few times I ever went there.

Sorry, I don’t work here.

The Girlie Show.

The Starbucks struggle is real.

Getting into all the Hocus Pocus of the season.

Follow this popcorn seller.

The day I’m going to die.

A gratuitous Dan Osborne bulge post.

Walking through grief together: Part One and Part Two.

Scary insidious

Is this mouse house for real?

Maybe this is where the turn began, I just didn’t see it then. I need a new project.

Our first sleepover with the Ilagan twins

The cozy scents of Tom Ford.

Sexy shirtless gents.

Feather delicacy of Algeria.

Andy’s birthday.

Madonna’s sexual anniversary.

Returning to DC under sad circumstances.

Missing mothers.

The world turned upside down.

A night at the Plaza… not yet.

Those pesky facts of life.

The backyard forest.

Velvet robe and unseen underwear.

Dinner at the Blue Duck Tavern.

October lends itself to poetry.

A friend’s mother leaves this world.

Comfort food: making meatloaf.

Soup for the soul and the stomach.

NOVEMBER 2019:

Reaching for the glued-down penny of Amnesia.

RIP Barney.

Words for November.

Quite possibly I’m simply sick of myself. 

Chris Hemsworth shirtless.

All over Albany.

Terror and wind overhead – the storm inside.

Liam Payne in Hugo Boss underwear.

When you need more than a smudging.

Dan Osborne bulges even more.

A rose full of surprises refuses to be bested by the fall.

Shirtless male celebrities: Part One and Part Two.

Saturday night television.

Savannah redux.

Hanging out with my ass out

Another fine fucked-up kitchen failure.

Get a lick and load of this cream.

Male celebrities in their Speedos and in motion.

Our family trip to Savannah: Part One, Part Two and Part Three.

Kitchen redemption: some amazing enchiladas.

Another record smashed by Madonna.

Words of Colin.

Mexican wedding cookies by Gram.

The briefs were gone by Christmas, but maybe they’ll be back in stock for Valentine’s Day.

Gender Swatching.

Simon Dunn gets deep, stays handsome

Big changes were  in store for this holiday season. Hang on…

The Ben Cohen calendar is always the best.

My first Boston Friendsgiving with Kira.

The days, this one in particular, grew long

Simon Dunn bulges through his Speedo.

A poem for late November.

What child is this and why is he talking to me?

Jason DeRulo’s anaconda in his underwear, as banned by Instagram. (Been there, my cocky friend.)

For all the holiday lovers.

Sporting shirtlessness.

The curtain rises on a whole new slew of holiday traditions.

Giving thanks through poetry.

Thankful remembrance.

Baking comfort.

After she bailed on all of her Boston shows, I took a brief break from Madonna.

Of course, it was a quick one, and we were back in good graces by the time ‘Medellin’ joined the Madonna Timeline

DECEMBER 2019:

Decembers gone before.

Cyber Monday breakdown.

Shirtless men again.

Wait, Shazam is my doppelgänger? Well follow me to a place I know…

When Charlie Brown met Snoopy.

Sugar & booze… well, the sugar at least.

The Beekman Boys do the holidays right.

The easiest pecan praline recipe ever.

This year’s holiday card was sweet, messy, and burnt the fuck out, just like its maker-baker.

Another friend loses her beloved mother, and the world grows dimmer

Beating a storm with teamwork

A host of holiday hunks.

My nine topped out at ass and cock.

Facing loss at the most wonderful time of the year.

The casket that got away in Albany.

Midnight colloquy with owls

I am officially in therapy for all sorts of shit. Watch out. The past is back.

Tree-trimming melancholy.

This is easily my favorite holiday tradition now

The calming crunch of biscotti.

Steve Grand selling underwear in his underwear.

Finding the next Madonna Timeline

The best preparations sometimes come crashing down

Hometown hero wants to make movie magic again.

A mixed batter.

A Hambone Holiday with Suzie.

The second go-round with this song because it’s so good.

Holiday Stroll 2019 with Kira.

Even more Holiday hunks.

Christmas Eve memories fading

The Boston Children’s Holiday Hour 2019: Part One and Part Two.

A comprehensive Merry Christmas retrospective.

The anti-climax of Christmas

The Hunks of 2019 in one convenient link-filled post. 

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