A year ago, I was offered an exclusive view into what the guys at North Pole headquarters are up to when going on holidays. This year, I have been granted an exclusive view into the family album of Santa Claus. As the North Pole community is made up of only male members, as we know from the history books (female members are the figments of imagination of some weird writers), the pictures are of the adopted sons of Santa Claus and what they are up to.
Do you enjoy Carly Rae Jepsen's video Call Me Maybe as much as I do? I was first drooling and then laughing like an idiot the first time I saw it. The video becomes that much more funny when you know that there are stories to back it up. And Holden Nowell is worth watching no matter what.
How often have you heard someone moan that times used to be better? Worse, how often have you said so yourself? Admittedly, the time scale in these moaning varies from 20 to 20,000 years but maybe consider this piece of history before moaning again.
Summer is on the way out. Cold mornings, wind, and the rustle of leaves under your shoes tell their story of autumn (or should I say fall?) having come all too soon. Just the mention of shoes says it all. No more barefoot running at the beach, or better yet, watching others run.
Magic Mike is the latest film showing a lot of male bodies in nothing more than strings and leather - and often less. It is aimed at testosterone hunters, those out for the thrill of undressing in public or for the voyeuristic pleasure of seeing someone do so. The story is supposed to represent that of a male stripper trying to enter a relationship. I took that from the description supplied by Warner Bros. It is not obvious when watching the movie.
Zac Efron has reinvented himself. Or he has reinvented his body. The slim dancing teen has become Hulk Hogan while we were looking somewhere else. Nothing left of the young boy charm of Troy Bolton, and mothers should think twice to describe him as favorite son-in-law now. He now looks like the perfect sin-in-law for boys and girls (and mums and dads).
With his twenty years, Louis Tomlinson is the doyen of One Direction. His tweets, should you read them, are more revealing than any live blog available. I am not sure that this was intended by the management. Either they forgot to tell him that they would write his tweets, or the person who does write it for him has a unique sense of humor (well, not completely unique, I share it and I am not the writer).
The Wanted are one of Britain's successful boy bands with a handful of candy twinks appealing to girls and gays alike. The five singing boys are Max George (Masimilian Alberto George), Nathan Sykes (Nathan James Sykes), Siva Kaneswaran, Jay McGuiness (James McGuiness), and Tom Parker (Thomas Anthony Parker).
I for one think an actor is an actor. If he is a good actor, then watching him play is fun, if he is a bad actor, well then it is definitely no fun. Bad actors don't get better just because they are good looking or sexy. But seemingly, there are people who think that if an actor is too good looking then his acting becomes worse. Someone understand this as I don't.
It is telling that Santa Claus and his community of elves have always been a male only club in American folklore until but recently. The invention of purely fictitious female characters doesn't change the reality of the real Santa Claus, though. I have been invited to take a view of what is going on behind the scene at the residence of the most famous person of today.
Strictly Come Dancing has been a favorite to watch with the gay community for a long time running. The addition of Harry Judd to this year's contest has peaked any previous adulation for it, though. Harry Judd? Maybe I should say the drummer of McFly to jog your memory. If you saw McFly in years past, you would remember him as the runt of the litter, but an excellent drummer. He has matured into a most delicious hunk showing all the right moves.
Swedish professional soccer player Anton Hysén has declared himself to be gay in March this year. The news was met with varying degrees of shocked incredulity. Media all over Europe made a pilgrimage to Sweden to interview him. Organizations of all kinds and denominations tagged the hero label to his (admittedly very attractive) person. The only thing I find incredible about this story is that it was worth mentioning at all not to say the vast media interest. It just goes to show that soccer has a long way to go to get free of all kinds of prejudice.
When writing a blog about pretty boys, the Twilight saga has to be part of the deal. There are just too many shirtless teens running around in various sequences to ignore it. And I heard that some girls like it, too. But that might be only rumor. After all, cute boys usually are gay or bisexual, the heterosexual kind is called good looking.
It's that time of the year again. Not as good as Wimbledon, the ATP Masters Final is still worth watching. And it is well worth watching for tennis, too. This year, Novak Djokovic, Rafael Nadal, Andy Murray, Roger Federer, David Ferrer, Jo-Wilfried Tsonga, Tomas Berdych, and Mardy Fish are having it out in the O2-Arena. With so much talent, tennis should be of the finest.
Not hard to guess what I am writing about. It is much harder to guess what the boys of One Direction mean by the band name. But even if they are all different candy types, I wouldn't mind them all coming in my direction.
Twitter is so easy to use, I don't have to explain it, do I? And it is full of pretty boys posting their pictures, very tasty pictures at that. There are treats in store for you if you missed out on that until now. Care for an example? Have a look at that pretty twit!
