Somewhere from the Caribbean

I had a great time in Ft. Lauderdale with the other blogger boys, and my new “friend” Donnan showed up to join me on the gay cruise. At 75 cents per minute, I can’t write much here but did want to check in to say hello to everyone. I will have a full report on Sunday, but let’s just say I am having a terrific time. The cruise expereince is an interesting one and I know I’ve gained at least 5 pounds.

I will never drink again…

Later, gents.

A vacation state of mind

Not that y’all want to see more pix of my blogger adventures in Phoenix, but I am a vacation state of mind (I leave in the morning for Ft. Lauderdale and the gay cruise). Adam had many good pics from last Friday, and I wanted to share them here. I can’t stop thinking about having fun today.

Again, he is the most huggable (and apparently kissable) Italian I know – sorry, Brad!

You will also see the premier of my Max tattoo from “Where the Wild Things Are.” I have mentioned this tattoo in one of my lists of the things you didn’t know about me, and here it is.

Apparently, get some ‘tails in me and I can’t stop kissing and taking my shirt off. Since I have never participated in Scotty’s “Half Nekkid Thursday,” consider this “Back Nekkid Wednesday.” I’m not sure about my wicked tongue, but let’s hope we never see this facial expression ever again on TURNING FORTY.

Happy Wednesday!

When will they stop?

I am in continued dismay at the religious right’s attempt to discriminate against gays and lesbians. I knew that there was momentum in Ohio to ban gay adoption (only Florida bans it now) – but that 16 states are heading in this direction so quickly now that they’ve “tackled” gay marriage shows that this group will go to any means to continue its rampage.

States consider restricting gay adoptions
Christopher Curtis, PlanetOut NetworkTue Feb 21, 7:41 PM ET

At least 16 states are considering whether gay men and lesbians are fit to be parents, USA Today reported Tuesday.

Kent Markus of the National Center for Adoption Law & Policy in Ohio told the newspaper he has not seen this much activity against gay adoption in his 15 years as a researcher.

The rush is fueled partly by the victories social conservatives have made against same-sex marriage. Constitutional amendments against gay marriage were passed in 11 states in 2004.

“Now that we’ve defined what marriage is, we need to take that further and say children deserve to be in that relationship,” Greg Quinlan of Ohio’s Pro-Family Network, a conservative Christian group, told USA Today.

The newspaper points to another motivation for some Republicans: A gay adoption ban may distract voters from questions over Iraq and ethics.

Read more here…

I read this story a day after I had a wonderful dinner with a visiting gay couple of mine who has an adorable 2-year old son. They are in the process of adopting a second child and I was amazed at their stamina and energy in managing an elegant dinner, a two-year old, and a full adult conversation with me and another friend. They could be any parents, gay or straight, who love and adore their child. Who juggle work, caretaking, and all the other responsibilities of their lives. Who still have time to set a good example for their kids by taking 110% care of themselves and each other.

Geez Louise…enough already! As I have said before, the battle is gearing up for getting conservatives to the polls through discrimination politics and deflecting attention from scandal and a useless war.

A very gay weekend continues…

“Are you going to write about me on your blog?” he asked me last night.

“Do you want me to?” I responded.

My fabulous weekend continued upon my return from Phoenix when I ran into him on Saturday night. We were both a bit bored at the bar we were at, and decided to leave.

We have known each other for awhile and decided to spend the remainder of the weekend together. We went ice skating yesterday, took my dog for a hike, and he cooked me a very romantic dinner.

I hadn’t been on ice skates for years and it was fun. Rink patrol reprimanded me right after snapping this pic of him for using my camera on the ice. I felt like I was ten years old back at the roller rink in Maine.

We met some friends for margaritas later, but left after a bit to pick up groceries for a steak dinner. About five different blogger friends called during dinner, and hence the question he posed about the blog. By the way, he said he didn’t mind.

I asked him if we can see each other more frequently but asked if we could pace ourselves. He smiled. We cuddled on my couch as Louie tried to crash our space. We drank a terrific bottle of wine. We lit a fire in the fireplace and kept snuggling.

I’m a bit smitten. The timing couldn’t be worse. Why do these things always happen to me?

Rockin’ bloggers

I had the privilege to meet Plane Jayne, Adam, and Darin (and their friends) in Phoenix last night. I have to say that to meet fellow bloggers in person was magnificant. They are great guys, and were perfect hostesses for my trip to lovely Arizona.

Adam is the most huggable Italian I’ve ever hugged. As you can see, we had to compare our paltry biceps to his sculpted guns.

Darin is absolutely addictive and funny – and excelled at keeping us on the move. He was able to document below the moment Adam and I met for the first time (I look like I’ll never let go of him).

Plane Jayne is so damned cute and the perfect foil to Darin.

As Adam said on his blog, I’m damn lucky to know all of these characters (or cats, as Darin would say).

See you soon! My liver needs a cleanse so I’ve gotta run.

Off to Phoenix – the Apocalypse is upon us!

I am getting ready to get out the door for an overnight trip to Phoenix to meet Darin, Plane Jayne, and Adam. Apparently, the threesome met up last evening and Darin has spent the morning trying to revive Plane Jayne from his hangover.

I’m fucking scared…I’ve just been told that our festivities tonight include a hot tub.


Today’s random cutie: Johnny Weir

Too bad…he’s hot.

‘Terrified’ Weir succumbs to the spotlight in men’s final
Knight Ridder Newspapers

TURIN, Italy – Johnny Weir’s Olympic medal hopes melted halfway through his long program Tuesday night when he set up for a jump combination and instead of launching heavenward did “a little hippy-hop like a bunny.”

Only Johnny Weir, the most refreshing star of the Turin Games, would turn the biggest gaffe of his career into a self-deprecating joke.

He didn’t make excuses, nor did he fall to pieces. He was, as always, brutally honest.

He was true to himself and his eccentric personality until the bitter end of his Olympic debut, and for that he can take a bow.

Weir did not feel “princessy” on figure skating’s grandest stage.

He did not feel “heroin chic.”

He didn’t feel like a swan.

He didn’t feel like his idols – Mikhail Baryshnikov, Oksana Baiul, Christina Aguilera.

He felt overwhelmed.

All the fascination and admiration he has stirred up in the past month seemed to weigh him down. The Olympic rings have a way of becoming anchors.

“It was an off night,” he said. “My aura was black. I was terrified.”

Weir’s battery wore down as the program dragged on. After substituting a double axel for a quadruple toeloop, he flubbed the landing on his triple axel then bailed on his two combo jumps.

Weir’s mistakes meant his technical elements mark was the worst among the medal contenders. He dropped to fifth place. What he left out of his program was more costly than the falls of silver medalist Stephane Lambiel and bronze medalist Jeffrey Buttle.

Russia’s Evgeny Plushenko, who skated first in the final group, was untouchable. The height of his jumps and the precision of his footwork put him in another dimension. He’s a combination of Fred Astaire and Prince on the ice, and somehow it works. He won easily, and became the fifth straight skater born in the former Soviet Union to win Olympic gold in men’s skating.

In contrast, Weir looked slow and pensive. That was his downfall – thinking too much. He was tightening when he should have flowed. His legs felt like chalk. He was as nervous as his mother, who “holds her arms so tight she bruises herself” when she watches her son compete. It didn’t help that a transportation delay got him to the Palavela arena 30 minutes late.

Read more here….

Hearing from an old friend

Life is an ever-evolving roller coaster that is like velcro: every experience and person clings to you in a certain way as part of the equation that leads to the inevitable you. I heard from an old friend today with whom I hadn’t communicated in a long time – my friend Kathie.

She now lives in London with her likely HOT husband (Kathie always had the hottest boyfriends) and her son. She is also one of the people in my life who I have known 90% of the time I’ve been alive. Several months ago, I reconnected with a mutual friend of ours, Gretchen, who had dinner in Detroit with another childhood buddy, Tony. Tony gave me Gretchen’s cell number. Eventually, Gretchen and I got caught up and I finally got Kathie’s email. Several days ago, I sent an email to all those in my contact list who I cared to tell that I was moving back to San Francisco. Kathie responded:


How great to hear from you!!! Just a funny coincidence, but I was speaking about you to my husband and friends just the other day. I was telling them about the parties at your farmhouse in Maine. I remember someone (I think
you) telling a ghost story about a ghost with a bloody finger. I was so frightened from it and I think about the story now and just laugh. I have a two year old son which is why I was thinking about it (we need to be careful as he can get very scared by things like NEMO).

I would love to catch up more fully. I have thought about you a lot over the years. We really do go way, way back. I would love to hear how you got on your career path which sounds fascinating. Do you have a partner? Did you ever meet your natural parents? I remember the last time we spoke you were going to try to find them (I think).

Thank you so much for getting in touch and do please let me know a few things to catch me up!!!

With Kind Regards,

I responded immediately and shared where I was in my life. What I remember most about my relationship with Kathie was a road trip we took in 1983 to look at Dartmouth together. It was our first choice college, and my parents let us borrow their 1980 Pontiac Bonneville to make the trek. Her high school boyfriend was a freshman at Dartmouth while we were still seniors, so we had a place to stay. We both wanted to go to Dartmouth so badly, and I don’t think two people deserved to go more than we did.

We played the soundtrack to “Fame” on a cassette deck on the seat, and drove across New England to check out colleges. We both came from multi-generational Maine/Canadian families and didn’t have a lot of resources to help us realize our dreams. We are both pretty smart, and decided to take our lives in our own hands.

We both got admitted early decision, and spent four years at Dartmouth together. I visited Kathie in New York in the late ’80s when she worked at a bank there. Then, we lost touch. Now we reconnect, much older, wiser, and probably better than ever.

Way back near the beginning of my blog, I posted yearbook greetings from my childhood friends. Here’s what Kathie wrote:

Dear Dan:

We have had some great times this year and in the past. I remember when Mike ________, Maura ________, you and I used to play together. You always make me laugh. Next year will be wonderful at the Big D. I’m so glad we both were accepted. We are going to have the best years of our lives there. I can’t wait. I’m sure I’ll see you this summer and next year. It’s going to be great. We will definitely have to party this summer. Congratulations on a great year, and take care.


Kathie, thanks for writing! I can’t wait to see you soon, and meet the hubby and kids. Hopefully I will have a hubby too.

My prediction…

…for the blog world.

Cheney will resign. Condi will become VP to face Hillary in 2008. You read it here first – this is what blogs are for…

Cheney Could Face Charges in Shooting
By MATT CURRY, Associated Press WriterWed Feb 15, 5:47 PM ET

If the man wounded by Dick Cheney dies, the vice president could — in theory at least — face criminal charges, even though the shooting was an accident.

Dallas defense attorney David Finn, who has been a state and a federal prosecutor, said Wednesday that a Texas grand jury could bring a charge of criminally negligent homicide if there is evidence the vice president knew or should have known “there was a substantial or unjustifiable risk that his actions would result in him shooting a fellow hunter.”

To indict Cheney, the grand jury would have to conclude that a reasonable person in the vice president’s place would say to himself, “I am not pulling the trigger because this other guy might be in front of me,” Finn said.

The charge carries up to two years behind bars, but with no previous felonies Cheney would be eligible for probation, the former prosecutor said.

Manslaughter, a more serious charge, would require a prosecutor to prove Cheney was reckless, which would be “virtually impossible under the facts we know today,” said Michael Sharlot, professor of criminal law at the University of Texas at Austin.

“With recklessness, the defendant has to be aware of the risk, but choose to ignore it. With negligence, he doesn’t have to be conscious of the risk, but a reasonable person would have been,” Sharlot said.

As vice president, Cheney has no immunity from prosecution.

Read more here….

Karl Rove isn’t the only genius…! I’m still having a good week.