Anderson Cooper's Wedding

Well it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that once our beloved Anderson Cooper came out he would be foder for all kinds of speculation on his this and that. May have been a good reason to "quietly stay in the closet".

So it is that today rumors are flying that Coop is getting married to his BF possibly as early as Labor Day weekend.

This according to (as well as others) The Daily Mail in the UK.

Cooper, 45, is now planning to marry his boyfriend Ben Maisani, whom he has been dating since at least 2009, in New York City later this year, the National Enquirer reported.

'He'd been considering breaking the news [about being gay] since same-sex marriage became legal in the state of New York last summer,' a source told the Enquirer.

Oh the National Enquirer ... well then it must be true ... NUTZ !

Now for all you miscreants who have been yelling for years for Coop to come out can you blame him for not wanting to ?

No ya'll don't give a rat's boo-de-aye for Coop or any other media person or celeb just as long as you get your way in having another poster boy or gal.

Whether he will or won't is up to him to announce not rags like the Enquirer.

But then the fat ladies waiting to check out in grocery lines do need something to read while waiting to ring up their twinkies and other assorted fat producing foods purchasing them of course with food stamps.

Hopefully all this will just be another footnote in The Ridiculist.

BTW I have great sympathy for Coop and others who "lose it" and get the giggles while on the air. It happened to me more than a couple of times while in radio.

The worst was one day while I was doing the morning sports report our news director went into the next studio and "mooned" me.

Well that's all it took and the bastard in the control room wouldn't go to commercial as I kept indicating with my finger and of course he wouldn't kill the mic so for almost 5 minutes just like Coop I giggled like a 13 year old girl trying to read the sports .. NUTZ !!

This was all a setup because they knew it didn't take much to get me to laugh and in fact they had taken the "cough button" out of the booth which I didn't notice until I went to use it to kill the mic. The phone lines lite up like a Christmas tree.

Took me awhile to live that little episode of tomfoolery down. In fact if the truth be known all these many years later when I happen across someone here in Danbury who remembers me from my radio days do they bring up me winning an award from the Associated Press ?

No they talk about the day I giggled like a girl ... sigh.

The joy of being a "celeb" in local radio.

No Bulging Short Shorts WTF

So what better way to get de gay to come to your country and vacation than to show white short shorts with a bugle as the photo to the left shows.

Well it seems de bulge got to be a bit embarrassing for the Aussie board of tourism for the Gold Coast as has been reported by GayStarNews.

As the article reads, A photo of a man's bulging pants has been pulled from the latest campaign of Australia's Gold Coast tourism board because it didn't want its bid to attract more gay travelers 'reduced to a crotch shot'.

Well heavens what's wrong with that ?

Gold Coast Tourism (GCT) were using the close-up of a man in tight white swim shorts, with the tagline ‘Check out our impressive packages’, to promote the area as a destination for the LGBT community.However, it was dropped after attracting unwanted negative news coverage.

GCT director of communications and marketing services, Ben Pole, told the Mumbrella website, that the image ‘did not represent the tone and style’ of their campaign.

It certainly works for Palm Springs, Ft. Lauderdale and lots of hotels for de gay around the US.

Well I guess that means no naked boo-de-aye shots will be used either.

Oh you Aussies, we know what your eyes are looking at.

The Cost Of The Perfect Body

My friends over at Best Gay News have done a five year followup article about the death of Brett Mycles, bodybuilder, fitness model and adult film actor.

Mycles whose real name was Robert Sager died of a heart attack on February 25 in 2007 which his alleged use of steroids and fat burner supplements may have contributed to a family history of heart disease. Days prior to his death he had complained of an irregular heartbeat.

In January of this year an article appeared on the Internet about a survey taken by gay and bi men who would "trade off" several years of their life to have the "perfect body" for a longer period of their life span. CROWOLF wrote a commentary on the subject as did this writer taking a more personal view of the matter.

Gay and bi men have been living in the image age of being pumped up and getting those six-packed abs since the 80's, which in this writer's opinion was not just one of appearing sexy but to hide one's sexuality. After all that guy who was built like a brick shithouse couldn't possibly be gay.

Eventually that gave way to the appearance of being randy and ready for some hot sex as images in gay magazines and adult films portrayed.

When getting to that point went far beyond the gym and adding body building enhancements which had been done by athletes is when the dream of the perfect body started to become a nightmare for some and with deadly results.

Which brings us to the question are you willing to risk all no matter what for that perfect body or are you willing to settle for what you have or can achieve in the weight room alone ?

Unfortunately there are still many out there who would risk everything "to be perfect".

De Gay ..... We Ez So So Vain

While some have found this article disturbing as to what can be inferred and now somewhat studied in regards to gay and bi men when it comes to body image, I found it a bit amusing because, well, been there done that.

Back in the 70's when I first started going to gay bars, body image wasn't all that important although men with beard or mustache (I had a beard) were sought after, in fact bears (as in the photo not of today's older nor fat type) were prized trophies.

Those who were all self-obsessed with their body image the collective we called body queens. And because they wouldn't give the time of day to those who were not the same they often became the butt of jokes. Seeing them strut in, looking at themselves in the mirrors that usually were on one or more walls in the bar and ever touching and fixing their hair in the bathroom, often they ended up leaving strutting out as they came in.

In one bar which I frequented in nearby New York State in the juke box was always kept Carly Simon's song Your So Vain. After a body queen would come in and start doing his usual struting around like a male peacock for a clone of himself, someone, often me, would put a quarter in the juke and Carly would start singing. If the body queen didn't get the message many of us would start to sing along while looking and pointing at this intruder to our turf. Eventually he'd get the point and leave often yelling expletives at us.

Into the 80's body image style changed and then more and more of de gay pumped up, beards (I still kept mine) lost favor and an increase of Bic razors and shaving creme were being bought and parts of the body once unknown to razor burn were assaulted.

I myself eventually got into the pumping up to some extent but never contributed to the coffers of razor blade nor shaving creme manufacturers. As I got older I did learn a thing or two about pumping up and something I'd like to share with all of those today who are into the all important body image of "what makes de perfect gay".

There will come a time in your life when things unpump or if still pumping after a particular age you look absolutely ridiculous with an older man's body with very grizzly and drooping chest muscles. Those pecs you're so damn proud of and can bounce in tandem or singularly will become man boobies and those abs will become more the shape of a keg rather than a six pack.

While even for myself it has taken a while, long while to age with dignity and grace and yes I still have periods of "I use to look like that" moments, my maturity of mind does set in. There was a time I wore a Speedo and a man's version of a thong for a jock strap. But today I know better than to try to relive my youth because the same "built as a brick house" bod just ain't there anymore. And I'm sorry but I do laugh at those who still try after they get into their 40's and beyond.

So body queens enjoy your spectacular bods while you're young. But remember it eventually does come to an end once age and gravity takes over and you have boobies and a gut. Then try to age gracefully and look forward to those who like today's version of bear.