Another Year, Another Bang!

“I’m an absolute introvert. I do not like parties larger than eight close friends. I’m quite the loner. What I do publicly is a performance. It’s part of my job, and I’m good at it.” ~ Tom Ford

Last year we began with a bang, and though I usually like to change from one extreme to another, I’m going to go against my boomerang nature and aim for a double bang. Boom-Boom in the zoom-zoom room! Nobody booms bigger than Britney:

THERE’S ONLY TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE IN THE WORLD
THE ONES THAT ENTERTAIN AND THE ONES THAT OBSERVE
WELL BABY I’M A PUT-ON-A-SHOW KIND OF GIRL
DON’T LIKE THE BACK SEAT, GOTTA BE FIRST
I’M LIKE THE RING LEADER, I CALL THE SHOTS
I’M LIKE A FIRECRACKER, I’LL MAKE IT HOT
WHEN I PUT ON A SHOW…

The double-sided tension that has run through this blog from its inception almost exactly sixteen years ago has largely been about what to share and what to hide. The public versus the private. How personal does one have to get on a personal blog? How distant and remote can one be before everyone moves on, bored by such practiced removal from anything too real? How much flagrant showing off and stripping down can one perform before the performance becomes the truth? I don’t think we’ve come close to uncovering the answer or reaching a reconciliatory resolution. Questions remain. Mystery begets mystery. The puzzle shifts, changing shape before our very eyes. Time, so celebrated in such a falsely defined structure (how else could humans cope with it?) comes to mind today, when we trick ourselves into thinking things can start all over again, as if the turning of a meaningless calendar page has any real bearing on the dirge of middle age.

I FEEL THE ADRENALINE MOVING THROUGH MY VEINS
SPOTLIGHT ON ME AND I’M READY TO BREAK
I’M LIKE A PERFORMER THE DANCE FLOOR IS MY STAGE
BETTER BE READY, HOPE THAT YOU FEEL THE SAME…

In the face of the clock, as its hands wind around interminably, circling in on a stranglehold that never quite finds release or connection, the numbers advance and retreat, stationary but signifying movement. Time ticks and tocks, marking itself in rudimentary glee, its only purpose to make a map and mockery of itself. A new year begins, born like a baby, and already donning a top hat: the utter insanity of how we have erected the world. Dance, baby, just dance!

ALL EYES ON ME IN THE CENTER OF THE RING JUST LIKE A CIRCUS
WHEN I CRACK THAT WHIP EVERYBODY’S GONNA TRIP JUST LIKE A CIRCUS
DON’T STAND THERE WATCHING ME, FOLLOW ME,
SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO
EVERYBODY LET GO WE CAN MAKE A DANCE FLOOR JUST LIKE A CIRCUS.

A step in time, fox trot or gavotte, Jack will be nimble and quick, and what he can do with a candle stick! Dancing through life, spinning through time, mixing metaphors and musical madness, we begin the year with a whirl and twirl. What will come of us in 2019? Just keep on dancing, baby, just keep on dancing…

THERE’S ONLY TWO TYPES OF GUYS OUT THERE,
ONES THAT CAN HANG WITH ME AND ONES THAT ARE SCARED
SO BABY I HOPE THAT YOU CAME PREPARED
I RUN A TIGHT SHIP, SO BEWARE!
I’M LIKE THE RING LEADER, I CALL THE SHOTS
I’M LIKE A FIRECRACKER, I MAKE IT HOT
WHEN I PUT ON A SHOW…

I FEEL THE ADRENALINE MOVING THROUGH MY VEINS
SPOTLIGHT ON ME AND I’M READY TO BREAK
I’M LIKE A PERFORMER THE DANCE FLOOR IS MY STAGE
BETTER BE READY, HOPE THAT YOU FEEL THE SAME.

And so we begin again – another chance, another start – and maybe this year I’ll open my rebel heart. May this one be the best ever! 2019 marks the 16thyear of ALANILAGAN.com. Ahh yes, my Sweet Sixteen. A lot of crazy shit happens when you’re sixteen years old. A lot of crazy shit happens when you’re 43 too. I might just have a midlife crisis and nervous breakdown RIGHT HERE ON THIS BLOG. I can do it. Just wait and see.

ALL EYES ON ME IN THE CENTER OF THE RING JUST LIKE A CIRCUS
WHEN I CRACK THAT WHIP EVERYBODY GONNA TRIP JUST LIKE A CIRCUS
DON’T STAND THERE WATCHING ME, FOLLOW ME,
SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO
ALL EYES ON ME IN THE CENTER OF THE RING JUST LIKE A CIRCUS…

Happy New Year, kids. Come back for more…

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2018: The Year in Review – Part Two

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

A path of pink petals.

Meeting one of my favorite legends: Betty Buckley.

Two simple words, one tiny prick

A summer frag.

Summer rain calls for this underwear.

Show of the dog

Remembering Andy’s Dad.

Central Park in the summer, fading like a flower. 

The danger zone: showing off my rear for the very first time

Shirtless summer smut.

Hummingbird invitation

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

Unforgivable.

Chaos, cologne and Chris

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

Wild & free.

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

I showed you my banana

Here comes the fall.

A new Tom Ford frag: Fougere D’Ardent.

Brotherhood in its youth.

The birth of a new feature: #TinyThreads – An Insignificant Series

Of Speedos and men and such.

Memories of the cosmos

Getting some religion in me

Simon Dunn got all naked and sexy again. 

Additional anticipation

Behind the curtain, under the veil. 

John Krasinski’s naked ass.

October 2018:

Freaks in the middle.

Shady apple memory.

Stephen got married, while his Mom turned 80.

Sleeping within earshot of the fountain. 

Madonna may be at her best in the fall.

Get this ghapama!

The PVRTD Project, officially announced. 

Most things begin with blood

Misty water-colored memories

VPL: Visible Penis Line

Not necessarily for consumption.

Iris, in sunny shades.

Trumpet taps for a trumpet flower.

The next big underwear bulge?

A secret cologne indulgence: SJP.

I tried to get back into YouTube, and I failed. 

Andy’s cake day.

Seeking treasure with the Ilagan twins

A warming soup

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.

Dick on my face.

Autumn dinner party.

For Halloween, I dressed as Mr. M.

November 2018:

Dreaming of the lost years.

Violent melancholy.

Tacos of the sea.

Smudging for fall.

November was all about the release of PVRTD.

Without further ado: PVRTD.

A fruity fragrance.

The Starbucks on Pearl Street still sucks.

Giving thanks in a recap.

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 Christmas cocktail.

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

Christmas cinema.

I got a nude attitude

The secret Russian Christmas tea revealed!

Rounding out the year of our 15th anniversary were 15 favorite posts.

The arrival of winter.

Sexy Christmas hunks, and their naked links. 

Isn’t it over yet?

Now it is done.

Wildly reeling.

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. 

Way back in the beginning

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2018: The Year in Review – Part One

While the world watched itself burn, this site put forth its best efforts at being an escape, and for its fifteenth anniversary I am compiling two end-of-the-year posts, because looking back is never all that it’s cracked up to be. (And why would we want to crack something anyway?) Here we go!

January 2018:

It began with a fuchsia top hat, as any good year does. 

Back to basics with David Beckham in his underwear.

So much of my life has been subconsciously inspired by this movie

The best sandwich of the year.

A cologne to combat the winter. And a meal to warm it up

Michael Phelps in his underwear, and Ricky Martin out of his.

Andy loves his automobiles

Pati Jinich has changed my life for the better

A happy retail ending

This is how I smell Fucking Fabulous

Grand Budapest magic. 

A favorite friend, a favorite city

A lost loved one.

Bringing back the cocktail hour with Lawrence Welk

How I make social media bearable

February 2018:

Winter water and its accompanying robe

Super Bowl nakedness.

Justin Timberlake loses his trousers.

The Blushing Betty.

Speedo-clad nostalgia

More nostalgia… and still more nostalgia (thank you ‘Dawson’s Creek’). 

An unexpected Valentine.

A winter dinner party as hosted by my brother; it turned out quite well

Cigarettes After Sex.

Taking stock in the snow

Hint of a new project.

March 2018:

We celebrated the 15th anniversary of this website.

Madonna celebrated the 20th anniversary of ‘Ray of Light’

Darren Criss flashed his naked ass

This movie wrecked me in the best possible way. 

Gratuitous linkage.

The day Skip turned 40.

Winter beauty.

Meaty March meal.

For the love of ‘Love, Simon’.

Things stayed snowy in March.

My first By Kilian foray brought me Straight to Heaven.

A Madonna preamble.

Dreamy music.

Bouquet curves.

Spring smudging.

April 2018:

The bunny always comes back.

Full-frontal foolishness.

Date night in Saratoga with my husband. 

Family Easter fun.

Shortly after this scathing story, the place closed. 

Spring beginning.

A classic cocktail: the Aviation.

The allure of Adam Lambert.

It’s all about the fizz.

I’m so super fun when I have the flu.

Boston get-together with Suzie, Emi, and Mom

Parading through Easter Sunday.

An ‘American Life‘ anniversary. 

A lofty goal

My silly way of getting through life. 

My take on ‘Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, Parts 1 and 2‘. 

Another hint of Madonna, because certain Madonna Timeline entries deserve a big build-up

Ladies and gentleman: strike a pose. (Vogue!)

Magic in NYC with Andy, a perfect spring day, and cocktails with family

May 2018:

On certain days and at certain times, Albany is deeply beautiful

A plan for Broadway.

The night I robbed a Wal-Mart

Azalea attention.

Double birthday: Parts One, Two and Three.

A multi-post celebration of our wedding anniversary

Happy narcissism

We just love our ferns.

A brush with lilacs.

On Broadway with Mom, Parts One, Two, Three and Four

Once On This Island.’

Dear Evan Hansen.’

Underneath the cherry snow.

A goal realized, but not to last…

Preparing for summer break.

Zac Efron filling out his Speedo.

Virtual Ogunquit.

Dreaming of Cher.

May I?

{The second, and last, part of this Year in Review arrives later today… come on back.}

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

Tangled paper clips are a cakewalk compared to tangled Christmas tree ornament hangers. 

Listen to me, like I have anything to do with either of those things.

#TinyThreads

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Top Nine of 2018

When Facebook sucks (as it has for the past three years) and Twitter gets too politically-abrasive (thanks to people like me), I turn to Instagram, where things are carefree, light, and occasionally naked. Those are the shots that populate my Top Nine of 2018, because people are still thirsty and these days I’ve got extra junk in my trunk to give away for free. There’s also my YouTube account, which I thought I was going to get into but was way wrong because I just can’t be bothered. 

Such is the tattered state of my social media world as the year reaches its close. Largely bored by it all, I’ll admit to coasting a bit of late. To counteract that, I’ll be searching out inspiration and working on a new project which will hopefully result in some images to kickstart my Instagram world. Until then, enjoy all the nudity posted in the last year. 

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

I’m not putting on weight.

I’m putting on winter insulation.

And shut the fuck up.

#TinyThreads

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A Filipino Feast of Seven Dishes

As a gift to my father (who has never had a big desire for Christmas presents) I offered to make this year’s Christmas Day dinner, and I decided to add a few items to the staples I know how to cook, resulting in seven traditional Filipino dishes. For the most part, they turned out well, and despite some sketchy deep-frying danger (the pork skins were maybe not quite dry enough when they entered the hot oil) no one got hurt (aside from another minor knife cut to my finger). Here’s what we had:

  • Lumpia (Filipino fried egg rolls)
  • Embutido (Filipino meatloaf)
  • Pancit (Filipino pasta)
  • Adobo (Chicken in coconut/vinegar sauce)
  • Ampalaya (Bitter melon)
  • Lechon (Filipino pork)
  • White rice (Yes, it counts as a dish. I needed to make it to seven.)

As I mentioned, three of these were brand new to my repertoire, so I was extra careful about getting them right, or at least edible. The showstopper may have been the Embutido, a Filipino meatloaf of sorts that incorporates hard-boiled eggs, Vienna Sausage, ham, peas, ketchup, sweet relish, raisins, cheese and pork in a dish that is so much more than the sum of its parts. I was super skeptical when putting it all together. (The Vienna sausage alone was enough to draw groans.) Surprisingly, it worked, and with its accents of eggs it made for a visual feast that most meatloaf doesn’t match.

The pancit is always a lot of prep work – cutting and chopping and soaking – and then there’s a balancing act on how to get it moist enough without being too runny. It barely came together at the last moment, but that’s all that matters.

This was only my third or fourth attempt at lumpia, and thankfully the wrappers decided to cooperate (always a crap shoot). I’d made the filling the day before, and rolled them in the morning, making for an easy fry-job just before guests arrived. (If you cover them with a moist paper towel and some foil or plastic wrap, they keep quite well in a cool place, such as the garage when the fridge is overrun with other items.)

I made two dipping sauces for the lumpia – the first was a soy sauce/vinegar/chili pepper mix with some scallions for good measure, and the second was a sweet and sour concoction of rice vinegar, sugar, and, wait for it, ketchup. I’ve long since stopped turning my nose up at ketchup as an additive. From beef stew to Embutido to this dipping sauce, a little of the red stuff can work wonders.

If I recall correctly, lechon was one of my Dad’s favorite dishes. We had it for special occasions only, and he loved the skin the most, so when I saw pork skin in the market, I picked up a pack, soaked it in some brine, and boiled the hell out of it. It dried out overnight, and my plan was to fry the skin as an appetizer and serve it with a traditional liver-based sauce that goes with lechon.

Apparently they hadn’t dried quite well enough, and soon after the pieces were dropped in the hot oil, mini-explosions started happening that brought Andy running in from the other room. No one was injured, but the oil was everywhere, and we only got a few pieces out of it. They’re an acquired taste anyway, so Dad got the whole small plate to himself.

The rest of the lechon turned out better than expected. Keeping the skin on left the meat moist and tender – a trick I’ll be sure to repeat when doing pulled pork in the future. (I could only find pork with the skin still intact at the Asian Market – the folks at Price Chopper had never even heard of such a thing, which means we are on to something good.)

By far the most polarizing dish was the Amapalaya – bitter melon. Even after scraping out the pith, soaking in a salty bath, and squeezing out the excess bitterness, these were still bitter as hell. And I like bitter. More than earning its common name, this bitter melon was sauteed with onions, garlic and tomatoes, then flavored with soy sauce and almost tempered with a healthy dose of oyster sauce.

The latter’s sweetness was not enough to combat the bitterness, however, so this is not a dish for the faint of taste-buds. In small doses it works well, particularly when we were otherwise lacking on the vegetable front. They’re supposedly packed with vitamins and nutrients (even if some were leached out in the prep and cooking process). 

Though only three are on display here, there were actually four sauces created for this dinner. The aforementioned pair for the lumpia, then one for the Embutido, and one for the lechon. I knew one day all these bowls Andy bought would come in handy, and this was that day. We broke bread with the family in celebratory Christmas fashion, closing out the holiday in happy fashion.

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

Suzie and I were just texting about this other day: is the Erie Canal still operational?

Low bridge, everybody down.

#TinyThreads

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Leather and Blush

At first the idea of these two together was inconceivable. Mixing fragrances is a risky business, and even those who know the dangers and do it carefully run the risk of inadvertently causing clashes instead of inspired combinations. I tend not to mix and match, with the occasional exception of a few tried and true Tom Ford selections from his Private Blend collection. When I saw an Instagram post last year putting ‘Tuscan Leather‘ next to ‘Santal Blush‘, I cringed inwardly. There was no way this would work, I thought. As with all brilliant ideas, it took a while for me to be won over.
For my holiday fragrance this year, I wanted something both naughty and nice, and remembering this pairing I took a risk and tried them both on. The dark beauty of ‘Tuscan Leather’ went surprisingly well with the sweetness of ‘Santal Blush’. The former ripened into its legendary raspberry perfume, while the latter wound around it delicately with its sandalwood whispers. Together they give off the heat that ‘Fucking Fabulous’ fell just short of achieving (we will forgive a lot if the name is good enough). The leather and lace notion is always wonderful for dramatic impact, and in a season where bad and good rather awkwardly co-mingle, this is the perfect olfactory embodiment of the yin and yang.

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

Once bitten, twice stupid.

Fuck being shy.

#TinyThreads

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PHSD: Post-Holiday Stress Disorder

“I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.” ~ Sylvia Plath

Leave it to Ms. Plath to give a happy spin to this season, though I still prefer a quote from Madonna in ‘Truth or Dare‘: “Definitely one of the all-time worst… There were so many little things they could fuck up, and boy did they.”

We have dwelled enough on this never-ending holiday season, but for this final holiday post of 2018, I give the last word to Judy Garland, herself no stranger to heartache and unappreciated genius. Sing out, sweet sister, and tell it to the world.

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

When does the #AlanIlaganIsOverParty start trending? Because I am done with this shit. 

#TinyThreads

{Instagram is better.}

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Holiday, Celebration…

…Christmas is over in every nation!

And so it goes, and so it went.

The main thing I’m feeling right now is not peace or happiness or contentment, it’s relief.

If it’s possible to feel a little more wise, I think that’s at work too. Because I learned a few things that took me 43 years to learn. Nothing so profound to get into here, and some things are too messy to blog about anyway. I may need some fodder for 2019 anyway, so stay tuned.

As for the day after Christmas, I’m ready to get back into the work saddle, start work on a new project, and get things moving for a new year. The best solution for feeling icky is to set yourself in motion and leave the past behind.

Next Christmas we’ll do it much differently.

Maybe on an island, away from all the madness.

If we took a holiday…

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Tiny Threads: An Insignificant Series

Eventually, all things gaudy and in poor taste find their way into my favor. At this moment, that’s a flocked Christmas tree. 

If you don’t like it, flock you. 

#TinyThreads

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Merry Mutha-f-ing Christmas!

Do it up, any way you want it. 

I’ll be finishing up a seven-dish Filipino meal, cooked entirely by yours truly. (Clean-up by Andy.) 

Merry merry quite contrary…

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