Destination: My Head

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I'm so ashamed for not including Kylie on this blog until now. Nobody tell her!

The Greatest Story Ever Told

For those of you who wonder if you’ll ever find true love, here is some inspiration. Forget “Brokeback Mountain” and every other love story you’ve seen, this is the definitive gay tale; one that truly depicts the plight of the gay man.

The only thing better than the storyline is the acting. Someone call Jack Nicholson and tell him he needs to return his three Oscars, we have some new best actors. And the writing is out of this world. It has an unbelievable twist halfway through that you will NEVER see coming.

Part 1.


Dying to see how it turns out? Will Henry dump Brian for Nate? Do you even know which one is Henry and which one is Brian? Below is the exciting conclusion. I suggest getting a box of tissues in advance.

Part 2.


I think we've all learned an important lesson: The way to a man's heart is through chess. Bishop to Rook four. Hey, save that salty talk for the bar.

I Totally Want To Be Her For Halloween

Finally, some new dance moves. I was getting tired of having to do the dance steps to "Holiday" for every song the DJ played. I am gonna look so cool on the dance floor this weekend. Now all I need are two sidekicks. Otherwise, I'll look just plain silly.

Put The Candle Back!

Megan Mullally, a.k.a Karen Walker, is going to star in the musical version of "Young Frankenstein" this fall on Broadway. She's going to play Elizabeth. I can't think of a better person to replace Madeline Kahn. I'm so excited. Here's one my favorite scenes from the movie.

I Promise, This Is The Last Madonna Entry -- For A While

This past Saturday was absolutely beautiful. The weather was a humid 90 degrees, making it the perfect day to spend lounging at the pool or canoing down the Potomac River. It was a great day to be outside enjoying nature. I, however, was inside watching TV for 10 hours.

But don't worry, I wasn't alone. I had my closest friends with me. They were all there: Johnny Walker, Jim Beam and, of course, Madonna -- who was 12 hours late. I haven't paid such close attention to a clock since my last blood test, or, since I was at the beach, where it was 11:46 for days.

All day, I was glued to Live Earth waiting for Madonna to make another jaw-dropping performance, which she easily did, at least, from what I remember. Bravo edited the hell out of her "Hung Up" performance; defying all laws of physics. She was at the end of the catwalk singing, then in the next shot, was back on the main stage with her army of dancers. I find this sudden transportation impossible. Then again, she is God, I mean, Madonna.