costuming it up: fun-e or f-me?
Every year when that time a year rolls around where every other post from a gay dude mentions the movie Hocus Pocus, that dreaded battle always enters my head: do I want to walk that carnival making
the art of the selfie
I suck at “selfies.” I look bored. Irritated. Bloated. Sometimes I look a little creepy, like a guy who has a van that’s on some watch list. Yet I still try. And I still fail. Perhaps because
5 Life Lessons from The Legend of Billie Jean
Ok. It’s no secret I’m obsessed with this movie. I even took a date to see the live version last year, only to bitch later about how I didn’t show up the same night as Helen Slater.
my open letter to paula dean
Dear PD, First off, did you know there’s this guy on StraightCollegeMen.com who goes by PD? Weird coincidence, right? I wouldn’t go onto the site if I were you. With all that you’ve been through lately I
my open letter to reese witherspoon
Hey girl, How ya been? I know. I know. When I got my DUI or DWI or whatever the hell they call it these days, I was bummed, too. Obviously Officer McCullough did not realize who I