Returning to the forefront of certain circles, David Beckham’s latest underwear foray brings us back decades to the days when he could often be seen strutting about in his boxer briefs, and it’s a welcome whiff of nostalgia. On that theme, here’s our weekly blog recap with a brief look-back…

Sex in the greenhouse, where life begins. 

A burning pair.

Prick up your ears.

Our lone Dazzler of the Day was Richard Morris. 

The sky in January.

Broadway bound for the 2025 theatrical season.

The prickliest among us.

Making a winter way.

Watch this FAFO space, there will be more to come.

A snippet of conversation with an old friend. 

The danger of ice.

The coconut: is it a nut or not?

Be gone, wretched January!

Amuse-bouche: beautiful dreamer.

A prologue.

Vois sur ton chemin.

David Beckham baring butt-cheek.

Fairytale.

The swans dance.

I could have danced all night…

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young Prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the Prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. 

But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the Prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. 

The Prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous Beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. 

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. 

The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a Beast for all time. 

As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope
For who could ever learn to love a Beast?”

~ ‘Beauty and the Beast’

What an awful month this has been, and so far what an awful year, so there is no love lost and no hesitation in saying goodbye to this particular January. Tomorrow begins a new month – the last full month of winter – and I’m working on a release of a project/tour book that I did twenty years ago. That’s if I find the balls to show off some very questionable pics and poses, which is an empty threat, because of course I will. 

As for the final gasp of January, everyone I know is ready to put it to rest, so let’s celebrate the passing of the first full month of winter, all thirty-one days of it, all the awfulness of it, all the trying and terrifying brutality of it…

And starting tomorrow, we will do our best to escape – a flight of fancy fantasy awaits, and a fairy is about to take wing… 

These are difficult days. 

I feel torn by wanting to disconnect completely, and feeling responsible for being somewhat aware of the basic downfall of our country. 

Mostly I watch winter go by outside the front window, and in our living room all is quiet and calm. It feels selfish. It also feels like survival. 

There is an infuriating isolation of watching what you predicted so tragically playing out.

And there is a loneliness in being right that diminishes any joy in it. 

Every once in a while I’ll call my friend Chris for no substantial reason other than to tell him I made a killer breakfast or some other insignificant and largely mundane bit of information (often the call goes out after a therapy session when I’m in a rare mood to talk). Here’s how a recent check-in went:

ME: I just made the most amazing French toast, using egg nog! And it’s a life-changing experience. 

CHRIS: I’m a father who has to drop off his kid at school.

ME: I know… why did you choose that life?

That was actually the end of the conversation.

At this time in our country’s history, remember to check on your friends – they’re hurting, and they’re people too.