Friday, February 27, 2009

Abtastic 2009 - Week 7

Xtra. ca was down yesterday, but I've been given the all clear to post so here goes.

I have 10 weeks left on the LL Cool J Platinum Work Out which means 10 weeks to go on Abtastic 2009 and a lot of gym time ahead of me.

If you're wondering what a week off in Mexico does to a fitness plan...well, your first guess is probably right. After 6 weeks of busting my ass in the gym and finally seeing some results, I came home with a small Mexigut...and, surprise, I also came home to an invitiation to do a boudoir photoshoot with an incredible photographer (Ellen - www.hong-photography.com) and an amazing make up artist (Ai - www.ainagasawa.ca)...and, of course, my good friend Rob. Check out the "Boudoir" section of their sites and hey, if you're looking for a unique gift for that special someone, you just found it.

So, in lieu of candid ab shots, I'm going to post some of the more "abby" shots from our shoot on Wednesday. Have a great weekend.






Thursday, February 26, 2009

Gay meets...

I had a photoshoot this morning with my buddy Rob, helped my ex move and then worked all afternoon. I'm wiped. Which is why I can't tell whether the following video is funny or offensive. It's probably both and on further thought, seeing as Rob is the one who showed it to me, it's definitely both. The left hand screen at 1:10 is priceless. Enjoy.


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

That's why I can recommend it...I used to be a doctor for pretend!

Thanks to my sister Lindsay for sending this to me...Oh Neil Patrick Harris...As a former make believe doctor, you are delightful!

   

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Tuesday Hotness - Ben Edwards

Yeah yeah...I know I said no more Mr. Gay World postings, but I have been DYING to post something about Ben Edwards/Mr. Gay Australia. You know, I've sorta reached the stage in my life where the starry-eyed romantic has been beaten off...I mean out...of me. At 28, I'm starting to believe that the mythical great guy is actually just that: mythical. I'm talking about those charming guys, the ones who can make you laugh effortlessly, who take care of their bodies, have a taste for adventure and are handsome enough to make you smile in spite of yourself. 

Well look at that, I guess the romantic is still there after all.

Anyway, my friends and I got to hang out with Ben for a bit during the compeition. Let me tell you: I have never seen someone not "work" a room but have the room work its way towards him quite in the same way as it did for Ben. People were drawn to this guy. I don't even know what sort of quality that is and can't even describe it properly, but hell, it's something else.

If you're heading down to Mardi Gras next week, make the effort to find Ben and say hi. And hey, make sure you tell him that I still have a bit of crush on him too. When he starts talking, you'll undestand why. 






Monday, February 23, 2009

Mexican't

Since I'm back early from my holiday to Mexico City and Playa del Carmen, loyal UYA reader, I have a short tale and a lesson for other queers who may be confronted with similar travel plans in the near future:

Turns out that traveling with two straight guys, I was the gay man out. My friends and I originally planned to stay in hotels and save money by getting rooms with two double beds. The original pitch to me involved a rotating sleep schedule so everyone got their own bed once, which made sense, seeing as I had known these guys for about 5 years and they had known each other for about 15. Good friends, good way to save money on accomodation, so wouldn't have thought that there would be weirdness about who sleep beside who in separate blankets? Yet guess who came home earlier than expected? The homo. That's who. Which was a good thing anyway cause I needed the catch up time to prep for a brutal upcoming month and got to fly first class by default.

Still, I just want to say: despite all this new, sexually progressive, no-labels-for-anyone bullshit that 20-somethings are promoting nowadays, I'm hear to tell you firsthand: when the chips fall between gays and straights, you will find yourself on the gay side of the table (which is how I spent many a dinner, I might add, down south).

All of this has left me wondering: straight male friends, what are they good for?

As always, I welcome your comments. Tell me your thoughts, as the following reader did after last friday's posting:

Sunday, February 22, 2009 5:27 PM

Great. Another downtown fag in Mexico. The cheapest vacation ever where you can still feel comfortable cause you know a neighbor with three roommates and a drug habit will be around.

And as for Tommy D...didn't he just get fired? Can't be too good at promotion then.

You guys are so transparent.

Eastside Diva ca

 

 

 

I'll let Tommy D speak for himself if he wants, but let me address the first part of your shit (and I mean shit) with the following:

My dear Eastside Diva, the best part of my Mexican sojourn was spent in Mexico City. If you want a culture shock, try visiting la Ciudad. You'll be hard pressed to find another Caucasian person or any Mexicans who can speak English outside Centro Historico, and even there, they are few and far between. If you haven't already, you should also try going to Mexico and not going to a resort, which was the point of my vacation. It's neither dirt cheap nor extremely comfortable and you get the added granola satisfaction of helping local businesses survive.

Maybe it's the visual stereotyping I got coming through customs that is making me so pissy (apparently my penchant for tattoos, ball caps and baggy shirts mean I'm a drug mule and therefor deserve not one, not two, but three separate searches by customs officicals, including a swabbing of every item in my bag and a grilling on my sexuality and sexual activity on vacation), but I've got the same two words for you as I had for my two friends when I left them last week and struck out on my own:

FUCK YOU

You are as bad as the customs agent who made it his personal mission to make the tail end of an already suspect vacation complete hell. Way to facelessly and anonymously propigate stereotypes, Eastside Diva, cause lord knows in the queer community, we don't have enough of them. Gold star for you! A+++

We can all learn something from the following poster:

It's a gay dolphin. Enough said.


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