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March 7, 2017

fashion

DIVA KID KID DIVA

  Below is an article I wrote about my fascination with that diva kid (or is it kid diva?) Brendan Jordan, which was published in The Final Fight section of The Fight Magazine last month. I wasn’t going to, but I decided to share. Luv, Me === THE KIDS ARE ALL RIGHT Whatever the future

A WHOLE NEW KIND OF LOVIN’

In case you missed it, here’s a piece I wrote about two boys who met via social media, fell in love, got married and then joined forces to help raise money for a good cause. Luke Austin and Marcus Paglialoga are so annoying on account of they’re these super talented creative types who are young

EL SUPREME

  I saw this young punk wearing a sports shirt with the word “Supreme” scrawled across his scrawny chest and a number 10 on his back.  It looked like a P.E. t-shirt of sorts, but of course, I immediately thought of American Horror Story: Coven, and how being a Supreme completely twisted the word to

GUYS IN BLACK TIGHTS

I recently joined the LA Fitness gym on La Cieniega Blvd and 18th street (never you mind), which happens to be one of THE straightest, most testosterone fuel-injected gyms I have ever experienced on the south side of Melrose Ave.  That gym is a sweat box for black/brown/Jewish/Armenian male members who huff and puff and

HOOD STYLE

I could not help but notice a silly strain of a trend that’s latching itself into the sporty fashion sense of my fellow fagged ones and trying to spread itself throughout West Hollywood muscle queens and beyond.   Numerous times, I have spied with my good eye a small bunch of guys promenading aloofly up

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