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“Behold
the azure sea in front of you,
the turquoise sky above you,
the amber mountain beneath your feet,
and the golden daisy in your hands.
How are you not the richest person on earth?”
― Khang Kijarro Nguyen

Confession: I usually enjoy the night before a party better than the night of a party. It’s not something that has been particularly helpful for living in the moment, and my main goal in life has become having fun at the event rather than during the preparation, but there are far worse afflictions to have. There’s also something to be said about being able to enjoy the days of anticipation instead of the mere fleeting hours of a party, so I guess collectively I’m probably having a lot more fun than most people.

Usually the reason for such a skewed view is the fact that for most parties a guest or two will arrive the night before – either because they’re traveling or just want to extend their stay or are being gracious and good enough to help out in preparation. These friends are the close ones who form my inner circle, and sharing a pre-party dinner or sleep-over with them restores my heart.

On a recent weekend in Boston, my friend Kira arrived on Friday night to help set up for a gathering on Saturday. We went out to dinner then picked up the daisies you see here. A midnight flower-arranging session was exactly what I needed to kick off spring in fine fashion, and in the amber glow of the condo all was warm and well with the world.

A cocktail to the first person who gets the obscure musical reference.

My mind works in lyrical snippets, and it’s rarely a good thing.

It feels like anything but May – March or November or even January of this past season – but such is the price of our non-winter. Had I known it would be like this now, I’d have taken the bitterness then. We don’t have such choices. And now we recap, no matter what.

The mighty have fallen, as they always do, every year.

Justin Timberlake threw in his fedora for the Song of the Summer.

No one can say his name, but Dimitrije Sreckovic made a smashing Hunk of the Day.

The enchanting tea route.

Midday macaron madness.

My brother has a website.

The lilacs lost this year.

Washington wisteria.

The Gronk got naked again.

I hope the right dressing gown… well, I hope it does something.

Peeing with Morning Wood.

A true American Beauty.

Let’s start wth the Asarum.

It’s official: I’m an octopus fiend.

Hanging out in my underwear, as one does.

Boston bloomers. Take two.

Smell this. 

It’s happened to the best of us: morning wood. And often at the moment when you most need to pee. Here’s a pictorial tutorial on how best to deal with the penile predicament. (And for the record I’ve only ever attempted two of these. I’m not telling which – but it most definitely wasn’t the blow dryer.)

It was a mother of a week that kicked off with Madonna’s mammary appearance at the Met Gala. As bold and brazen as that was, it was nothing compared to the beauty that was Alex Libby, Alvaro Francisco, Sean O’Pry and these bodacious Broadway boys.

Washington was alive in shades of pink, yellow and green – and everything in-between.

Do the Jockstrap Hump.

A missing jewel.

Our sixth wedding anniversary.

Happy World Naked Gardening Day!

Signs, signs, everywhere signs.

A turning point in the Tour Book.

My favorite Mom.

An invitation… for today… and forever.

Last but not least, taking his bow as Hunk of the Day was Zayn Malik.

Our usual Monday recap will be up later today, but before we get back into it, I’d like to offer you a seat. If you’re here on a Monday morning, chances are you’ve been here before. Allow me to welcome you back. Let’s settle in for a little chat – one-sided as per usual, but I’m not big on blog comments so this will have to do.

I just want to thank you for visiting. Not one for visitors in real life, I appreciate the virtual ones much more, and as such want to make this an enjoyable and comfortable experience. While I can’t actually offer you much more than words and visages, I’d recommend getting comfortable and turning this into an experience.

Grab a cup of coffee or tea, or maybe later come back with a cocktail. We’ll raise a glass or mug to our health, to our shared moment, to the fact that in some small way we are connected here.

Pull up that fancy chair (courtesy of the Hotel Monaco in Washington, as I don’t live anywhere near as fancy as the environs pictured – because I love a Washington Kimpton.) Inhale the perfume of that majestic lily. Stretch your legs and relax. This is a place of peace. We can be quiet and content here.

Maybe you’d like some music. A delicate French piano piece, perhaps, or maybe some minimalist jazz – slow-going, lazy, mesmerizing and gentle. Pick something soothing, something slightly ambient. We won’t do anything so taxing as singing along, and it should rise only to the level of background noise. Peaceful, fuzzy, tranquilizing white noise that hums unobtrusively like some misty woodland backdrop.

There is beauty to be found among these pages, archived posts that speak of flowers and nature and handsome things that never ask for engagement beyond a glance or a pause. Peruse at your own speed, slowing when you want to rest, advancing when you’d like to move ahead. You design your experience here.

In my virtual living room, I sit beside you, and you are a treasured and welcomed guest. Come, let us take the day together…

There are so many signs in this world that tell us what not to do, where not to go, how not to behave, that anything light-hearted, whimsical and fun is always appreciated in these parts. Here we have some pop art and love, two things of which I just can’t get enough. Go look for serious signs elsewhere; you’ll only find bright colors and affection here. Also, remember: art can be found anywhere. Look and you will find it.

Something is in the works.

Something is always in the works.

Seek. Find. Conjure. Create. Fulfill.

The Delusional Grandeur Tour got over the hump with its recent spattering of Tour Book entries, chronicling the Warrior Retribution portion of the proceedings. Non-fans of the darker images can relax and rest easy now – from here on out it’s going to be beauty and fashion and flowers and shit – and something a little bit deeper, but that’s for you to discover on your own.

For this Hump Day, here’s a jockstrap shot that never made the final Tour Book, taken as noted from the Warrior section. {You may revisit that lengthy chapter at these links: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight.}

And if you like jockstraps, you can visit these posts: Jockstrap One, Jockstrap Two, Jockstrap Three, Jockstrap Four, Jockstrap Five, Jockstrap Six, Jockstrap Seven, Jockstrap Eight. What can I say? We like to get linky here.

This is a clean-up post, wherein a random assortment of photos that didn’t quite find their place in previous posts get dumped so I can clear out some flash drives and you can see some almost-rans. It’s a glimpse behind the curtain, and I have no issue stepping aside for yapping dogs. Originally, I was going to go into their respective backgrounds and offer a background for why they didn’t make the cut, but it’s more fun (and way more easy) to let them speak for themselves. Choose your own adventure.

The lovely and lusty month of May is at hand, but before we indulge let’s recap the last week of April, because good stuff happens then too. It began with a collection of keys. Outside, more lessons revealed themselves. Some stories longed to be told, but I wasn’t going to whisper them. There were parties to plan, and friends to gather. In the air, a hawk swooped through the middle of the day.

A lackluster Madonna Timeline proved that I don’t love everything she does.

Waiting for the day’s eye.

Mae West knows best.

The Delusional Grandeur Tour got all bloody.

Jewels & fruit.

The ‘Warrior Retribution‘ section began its jock-strap-shrouded descent, before concluding in superhero fashion.

A bevy of beautiful men bellied up to the Hunk bar: Ryan Serhant, Nathan McCallum, Ashley McKenzie, and Guilherme Rufino.

The beginning of May.

While naming favorites is my least favorite thing to do, May is definitely in my top three of favorite months. It has within it the entire anticipatory thrill of summer, and the very high-point of spring – the best of both worlds at once. That time is again upon us, but before looking forward (and there’s a lot to look forward to) here’s a little look back at last May:

• This was a pleasant reminder of what I just wore the other day: Le Jardin de Monsieur Li.
• Let’s go back to Boston Harbor. It’s pretty now.
• Naked gardening.
• Super jockstraps (in a wide array of styles).
• When spring gets lonely.
• One for the road.
• My issues with FaceBook may have started with my ass. (As many things do.)
• When things go soft.
• A gay boy finds his heart.
• I’m lucky to have worked in two wonderful offices. (And I smell all the better for it.)
• Soon, there will be Maine. (I cannot wait.)
• Adam Levine naked. You’re welcome.
• Happy May!

The Delusional Grandeur Tour returns to Boston this weekend, but first a look back at where we’re at, and from where we’ve come:

01)  Intro/Curtain – Part One, Part Two, Part Three

02)  Sunset Pool – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

03)  On The Road Hotel – Part One, Part Two, Part Three

04)  Rock Star Addict – Part One, Part Two, Part Three

05)  Animal Demons – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

06)  Steam Punk Birdcage – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

07) Red Riding Wood – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

08) Winter Top Hat – Part One, Part Two

09) Warrior Retribution – Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five…

Tomorrow we continue the Warrior Retribution battle, and as you may have noticed, things are getting bloody good… or good and bloody.