Non-Sequiturs

PTown bellies.

MUNI hottie.

I might need a ladder to climb that.

I want thighs like that.

Spotlight in red.

Damn.

Cutie.

Beef asleep.

Grrrr.

So sexy, and the slight hint of the zipper down is mesmerizing.

Sexy ginger.

Sexy profile.

Sexy Charlie.

Tweak the nip.

Papa bear.

Muddy buddy.

Just a peek.

Cutie bro brah.

Beefy slab of ginger.

Handsome hipster.

Such a beautiful view.

Love the salt and pepper in the beard.

Sexy smirk.

Gorgeous beard.

No idea who this is, but would love to know.

Wow.

Super nips.

Très beau.

Woof.

Hot fur.

So damn sexy.

Beautiful eyes.

Sexy belly.

Smoking aside, very handsome and hot.

Adorable.

Very hot.

Chesticles.

Yummy.

Love the belly on him.

Amazing.

Hotness at dusk.

Silver daddy.

Hot view from below.

Beautiful beard.

I am sure he is trying to call me.

I am finally back from vacation to Provincetown, Massachusetts and the infamous Bear Week. Almost too difficult to put into words what an amazing time it was. I have never been with that many gorgeous and nice men in my life. To be in a place where you can truly be yourself without worrying about what others are going to think or do to you because you are gay is a particularly meaningful experience. I truly was able to let my hair down and be myself and be completely open with myself, my partner Andrew, and my friends (both old and new). If you have the chance to make it up there for any week, I highly suggest it.

Based on my experiences this week, here are my impressions and observations of Bear Week:

It takes a couple of days for your brain to get acclimated to the fact that you are in the gayest place on earth. It was so nice to be able to walk down the street and hold my partner's hand without getting strange looks.

It is imperative that you have a place in town. Our house was a good 25 minute walk from center of town and it really was a hindrance at times.

You need to pace yourself. By Wednesday, we had been going full throttle and hit a wall of grumpiness. Take time to just relax and chill out.

Talk to anyone and everyone. For the most part everyone there is completely friendly. A nice little furry belly rub is sometimes the easiest way to start a conversation.

Germans are the friendliest people I have ever met. Well, so are the Australians. And of course the Spanish. But who could forget about the English/Irish/Scottish! Oh Hell, all the guys we met from around the globe were so lovely.

The all week package wasn't really worth it when it comes down to it. Save your money and just pay for what you want to go to.

There are way too many hot men there.

When you pack for the trip, take out half of what you put in. Seriously, I think I wore a tank top every day and needed about 3 pairs of shorts.

It is very difficult getting used to the bars closing at 1am.

Take a day to wander in and out of the art galleries.

I mentioned that most everyone was very friendly. The only people that I had a difficult time with were some groups of guys who only seemed to acknowledge men that looked exactly like them. I don't really understand that mentality.

I met so many people I have been Facebook friends with but had never met before. Was so nice to actually meet people in person.

On a related note, it was interesting how many people I saw that I know from Facebook who never even acknowledged me or Andrew. I'm not saying they have to be my best friend, but a simple "hi, nice to meet you" goes a long way.

Lobster rolls at Burger Queen are amazing.

Making definitive plans during the week is almost impossible.

Tea Dance at the Boatslip is consistently fun. Those planters punches will knock you on your ass though.

When you are booking your house always try to negotiate a clause where you can get some money back should the house not live up to what was warranted.

Be sure after mid-week to wash out your bathing suits, as the combination of sweat, sunscreen, and pool chlorine can wreak havoc on them.

Apparently, according to my friends, I had too many pics of me taken while shirtless.

You find out a lot about people when you travel with them.

There are always going to be people who complain and not have a good time. Best to ignore them.

I liked the west end of town better than the east end.

The Provincetown Inn pool was the happening place to be all week.

We deemed our house the Weasley House after Harry Potter. It was just completely weird. Not to mention dirty.

If there was a box on the dancefloor, inevitably I would see either my friend Eddy, Donovan, Chris, or Justin on it.

You can not underestimate the amount of sunblock you will need.

While Spiritus Pizza is the place to go after the bars close, it is definitely not the best pizza in the town.

If you don't like crowds, you will not enjoy Bear Week. Provincetown is a small place and the huge influx of bears makes for some claustrophobic conditions. Definitely check out Provincetown during one of the non-theme weeks. It is even more charming.

I got to see John Waters, Armistead Maupin, Andrew Sullivan, Joe Jervis, and Bob Mould.

There really is a thing called PBWD (Post Bear Week Depression).

There were several days where I didn't check my phone all day long.  It was nice to decompress and not have the outside world intruding on my relaxation.

Several people came up to me and thanked me for my blog.  It really came at a great time as I have been debating shutting it down for awhile.

The Fireman's Ball on Friday night was by far the best party and ended perfectly with an amazing remix of Erasure's "A Little Respect" and Andrew and I both proposing to each other.

Being nice is the sexiest thing. Cockiness is not.

Somehow I lost 8 lbs last week.

Why do people feel the need to post spoilers?

Just because you like to do something doesn't mean everyone is going to like doing it. Pressing me on it a thousand times is only going to irritate me.

Allegedly some royal child was born to someone somewhere this week.

Before you start on a rant about how awful and evil lawyers are, you may want to check that none are in your immediate audience.

I have debated sending this to several people.

I think it has rained in Atlanta every day for the past 3 months.

True Blood has been disappointing for the past 3 seasons and yet I still watch.  This season has been surprisingly entertaining though.  I am wondering when it is going to go off the rails again.

I don't think Bruce Willis ever ages.

I sincerely don't understand the appeal of "Blurred Lines."

I want!

I picked the right week to go on vacation. No work for that week, but immediately hit the ground running crazy when I get back.

I really hate the smell of room ionizers.

I'm glad I got my ass back to the gym after a week off on vacation, but damn it has been difficult to get back in the swing of things.

I agree.

What is happening in Russia regarding their Draconian anti-gay laws is simply shocking in this day and age. How anyone can justify going over there for the Olympics and spending money there is completely beyond me.

It's interesting how up in Boston it is a very Dunkin Donuts kind of town, and Atlanta is a Starbucks town.

Disintegration from The Cure is perhaps the best album ever.

I'm very lucky to have a man in my life that can cook, clean, sew, and do small jobs around the house.

This never fails to crack me up.

Body Music from AlunaGeorge is starting to gather steam against Settle from Disclosure. But I love both albums to death.

We have no plans this weekend. I think this is unprecedented.

I don't get all these generic "relationship" books and articles. I really don't think there is any one right way to develop a relationship. What works in one situation is not necessarily going to work for another.

Some people may call them cliche, but Nasty Pig does make the best jocks.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Your drums, we're drumming, your drums
Your drums, we're drumming, your drums

You can't say that I'm going no where
'Cause you don't know where I'm coming from
And you can't say that I'm going no where
When I have been trying to reach you for so long

Your drums, we're drumming, your drums

Friends say I've got something wrong,
'Cause I've been trying to reach you for so long
For so long, I've tried
To reach you, baby, don't you know that

I've been treading water for your love,
Whether I sink or swim, it's you I'm thinking of
I've been treading water for your love
As my light grows dim maybe I'm not strong enough, oh

Your drums, we're drumming, your drums."

AlunaGeorge
"Your Drums, Your Love"

"In the middle of the highway
Me and my babe
R. Kelly on the radio
Let it play
It's funny I ain't even drink shit
And I'm so intoxicated
I think I'm over my limit
When you're near me

You've got your hands on my thigh
I've got my hands on the wheel and the other...
I'm driving my pleasure
I'm running every light
I can't concentrate on... the road
Losing all control

All because I'm driving under
The influence of your love
DUI, DUI, DUI, DUI."

Ciara
"DUI"

"This is how we do it
La ra ra ra ra ra...

This is how we do it.
It's Friday night, and I feel all right
The party is here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck
Hit the shore 'cause I'm faded
Honeys in the street say, "Monty, yo we made it!"
It feels so good in my hood tonight
The summertime skirts and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your hands up
And let me hear the party say

I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because
(This is how we do it)
South Central does it like nobody does
(This is how we do it)
To all my neighbors you got much flavor
(This is how we do it)
Let's flip the track, bring the old school back
(This is how we do it)."

Montell Jordan
"This Is How We Do It"

"I've been taking my time for a long time
Putting my feet up a lot
Speaking English as a foreign language
Any words that I haven't forgot
I've been thinking how I can't be bothered
To wash the dishes or remake the bed
What's the point when I could just... instead?

I've been hanging out with various riff raff
Somewhere on the Goldhawk Road
I don't think it's gonna be much longer
Till I’m mugging up on the penal code

Love is a bourgeois construct
So I've given up on the bourgeoisie
Like all their aspirations, it's a fantasy

When you walked out you did me a favor
You made me see reality
That love is a bourgeois construct
It's a blatant fallacy
You won't see me with a bunch of losers
Promising fatality

Love doesn't mean a thing to me
Talking tough and feeling bitter
We're better now, it's clear to me
That love is a bourgeois construct
So I've given up the bourgeoisie."

Pet Shop Boys
"Love Is A Bourgeois Construct"

Appealing Things

Getting engaged to Andrew Ikall
Arca
Fried chicken tacos at Tap
Monster slices at Camelli's
Penny Sparkle from Blonde Redhead
Deafheaven
Non-cargo shorts that fit me

Annoying Things

Flat Dr. Pepper
People who have to be catered to all the time; grow the fuck up, manchild
The odd callus that formed on my left foot big toe from walking all over Provincetown for a week