Thursday, December 31, 2009
Looking Into The Future Week continues here on Up Your Alley.
Here's a shocker: most gays like to wear black...all year round. If you're one of those gays, fashion blogs seem to be indicating that 2010 is going to be the year for you. Even better if you pair your taste for black with leather (could it get any gayer?)
If you're not into fashion trends, maybe fulfill your 2010: Black quota with one of these:
Even Taco Bell was smart enough to play to the trend. Who knew...will wonders never cease?
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
This week is turning out to be all about the future here on Up Your Alley.
No surprise considering it's that time of year, when honest, GAP-fearing homos and lesbians turn to local astrologers for answers to questions we haven't even thought to ask ourselves yet. Remember: "Sometimes when planets collide, you're changed forever, and often for the better."(mmmmyeah)
New Years and superstition go together like Boston Cream donuts and my mouth. In fact, here's an interesting article you should check out from Patty Cakes over at Homorazzi.
He listed some doozies, but the one thing that gets me is Horrorscopes, which are now gay-friendly. Wondering what's in store for you? Check out this trademarked beauty:
And for those of you wanted your future served Twittered:
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Inspired by Monday's Davie Street Fortune, I'm predicting right here and now that 2010 will be the Year of Kitty Cat Couture. I'm not talking jackets and coats and leashes. I'm talk Sunday hat and boots and dew rags. Don't believe me? Look at the book my friend Chandra got for Christmas this year:
(Yes...a good pussy licking...who knew)
Monday, December 28, 2009
The holidays have left me with the attention span of last year's Balloon Boy scandal. So this week is all about the short and sweetsies.
I came back to Vancouver from visiting with family in Victoria last night and stopped at the Wok Box on Davie for some quick dinner before going to smash my face into some wine at a friend's west of Denman two-bedroom swank pad (gorgeoiux!). Not only was the individually-wrapped bag that my fortune cookie came in already open (disturbing), it also contained a cookie with the most mysterious End of the 2000s omen I've come across yet:
I was pretty confident that this next week was going to be full of ucky surprises, but this pretty much confirms it.
**I've got a sexy surprise for tomorrow's Tuesday Hotness. Just you WAIT!!**