Personally, I’m not a fan of Black Friday. I’ve never participated in any of your typical sale activities…I prefer to stay in bed and avoid humans.
Now you can do all of the above simultaneously! But I don’t like to think about this as a Black Friday thing…so let’s call it…Discount Dick Day! (Don’t feel like you’re obligated to get a dick on my account. Be a slut…buy whatever you want.)
Tantus has all the great things going on. You really just have to investigate for yourself. My personal faves, though? Sport, Protouch, and the Plunge Paddle!
And if nothing else, the special PROvember code “PROSTATE” gets you a long way!
In his latest solo venture, Professional Intellectual Homosexual™ Lucas Brooks steps away from his regular sexual soap box and looks back on his love/hate relationship with the stage. Through his tales of cattle calls, broken dreams, experimental art, and Broadway boy crushes, Lucas digs deep into his theatrical past to uncover whatever it was that made him fall in love with the performing arts in the first place, how he can find that magic again as an adult, and ultimately, how to make the theatre a happy place again.
If you’ve seen my solo shows before, yeah…it’s going to be a little different. If you haven’t seen any, well…what the fuck, why not? If you live in New York, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come check it out, as well as all of the other awesome solo comedies happening at SOLOCOM.
I’ve never really gotten behind Situation-ing. I appreciate a nice abdominal specimen, of course (and okay, maybe I find it a little hot sometimes), but I also can’t think of a gesture that spells out ‘vapid’ so clearly. Am I reading too much into it? Probably. I do that.
In general, I like to think I’m a pretty nice person (New York may have sucked some of that out of me over the years), but I take great delight in mocking the things that garner ridiculous amounts of attention. So my intention behind taking the photo was purely satirical.
To be completely honest, my stomach is the part of my body that I dislike the most. To me, it feels disproportionate to the rest of me. From the front, it looks fine. Despite my lack of muscle definition, I somehow have excellent…*ahem*…“cum gutters”. But once I turn to the side, it looks…unflattering, from my perspective. While more and more people are telling me they like my tummy lately, I still can’t shake the time my grandmother poked me in the stomach and told me I was “getting a pooch”… the drag queen who said I couldn’t get a job go-go dancing until I lost it… the ‘friend’ who told me I was a long way off from being suited for Broadway Bares… the numerous photographers I’ve worked with who told me to “suck in my gut” (shout-out to Rex Lott who gently suggested I “tighten my core”). And then there’s all the insecurities I had before any of these people said any of this shit to me.
So when the ‘likes’ came trickling in, I thought: “Hmm, maybe I actually need #tummytuesday.” Maybe this is a good opportunity for me to reconnect with the part of my body that has brought me down so much over the years. My body image has come a long way over the last half of a decade, but maybe it’s time I gave certain parts of me a little extra love. Cuz, you know… “If you can’t love your tummy, how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else’s tummy?” Right? Something like that?