Three days ago, to be exact, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention it (at least in passing). We all mark significant milestones in our lives, and 22 September 1979 was one of the most critical in my development. Not unlike a majority of gay men of my [...]]]> Oh, hey. I turned “30″ this week.

Three days ago, to be exact, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention it (at least in passing). We all mark significant milestones in our lives, and 22 September 1979 was one of the most critical in my development. Not unlike a majority of gay men of my generation, the moment we pass from acknowledging our attractions to acting upon them can be tumultuous, distressing, earth-shattering and wonderful.

Thousands of men later, many thousands of experiences later… and yet, that particular “birth” was more than sex. It was entry into Otherness. Outsiderness. I cherish and celebrate that singular moment, that birth, in every encounter, on every new day.

Happy Birthday, me. Thirty years. Ho-LEE.

I hope every gay kid reading this, but not yet having had the moment of birth of which I speak, knows that those who’ve come before you — heh — will always be your brothers.

Peace. And Love. Lots and lots of Love.

Video: The Dandy Warhols, “Godless”

(Thanks, Bruce.)

I don’t think I’ve got a good body. And that’s not cause I want you to say I have. I don’t look in the mirror and go: ‘Fucking hell Benny, good body.’ I look at it and [...]]]> Rugby star — and TTNO fan-fave — Ben Cohen strips for Attitude mag and says this about his physique:

I don’t think I’ve got a good body. And that’s not cause I want you to say I have. I don’t look in the mirror and go: ‘Fucking hell Benny, good body.’ I look at it and go, actually, I need to lose some more weight, I need to do some more work and I’ll go into the gym and I’ll try, I don’t really think I have a good body. If people do than fair enough. I think it’s my genetic make-up. I don’t really have much of a say in it.”

I’m sorry, Mr. Cohen, but they simply do not make ‘em much hotter. Predictably, more after the jump (underwear shots, possibly NSFW)…

Courtesy Towleroad.

Important Reminder: The “Green on Thursday” series always reveals very much more about your host at This.That.No Other. than it does about any of the featured personalities.

Video: The Whip, “Trash”

Thanx to MikeP…

With J.D. (7 September 2009)

…bought an awesome new citybike, heard the seven trumpets:

The Seven Trumpets

…discovered that in Space, no one can [...]]]> Short week, lots of work done, busted my Craigslist cherry (sold a TV and a Betamax — oh, yeah!) and my Kijiji cherry (sold my old bike), hung out with the inimitable J.D.:

With J.D. (7 September 2009)

…bought an awesome new citybike, heard the seven trumpets:

The Seven Trumpets

…discovered that in Space, no one can hear you eat:

Space Lounge

…ate some hard strawberries:

Hard Strawberry

…had problems with scale:

Scale

…lusted after Doug Brooks on Leverage:

Doug Brooks in Leverage

…and we’re currently enjoying Friday Night Martini # 3 4, featuring garlic- and jalapeno-stuffed olives.

A good week.

Wire is coming back again Elastica got sued by them When [...]]]> It’s no secret I’m a huge fan of The Dandy Warhols but it may not be widely known that The Beatles’ “Blackbird” is one of my very favourite songs. As it turns out, in the title track to The Dandys’ Welcome to the Monkey House, they sing

Wire is coming back again
Elastica got sued by them
When Michael Jackson dies
We’re covering “Blackbird”
And won’t it be absurd then
When no one knows what song they just heard
Unless someone on the radio tells them first
So come on come on come on
Come
Come on come on come on
Come on
Come on come on come on
You monkeys

Well, they promised, and they delivered:

Video: The Dandy Warhols “Blackbird”

Zia! Amazing. And so not a tribute, as many have mistaken.

It was a day very, very much like this day in Vancouver — hot, sunny — except it was in Winnipeg, and therefore much [...]]]> Can you remember what you were doing forty years ago? I can remember what I was doing exactly forty years ago. (Full disclosure: I usually can’t remember what I did last week.)

It was a day very, very much like this day in Vancouver — hot, sunny — except it was in Winnipeg, and therefore much hotter (and sunnier (and, it must be noted, mosquitoier)). And right around now I was exiting the Polo Park Cinerama theatre, having just had my 13-year-old mind blown by 2001: A Space Odyssey, a book I’d just read but was no closer to understanding after seeing Stanley Kubrick’s masterpiece of formalist freakouterry.

I was rushing home from 2001 on that day-after-my-Mom’s-birthday so many years ago, so that I could watch the moon landing on television. I loved all things space, and from that point until my second year in the University of Calgary’s astrophysics program, I wanted to work for NASA, I wanted to fly to space and I wanted to be a part of the first space colony.

I still want that last part, if for no other reason than it will now be possible to live and work in an environment in which all the mythologies of the millennia have been reduced to mere history, intellectual curiosities. I wonder if it’ll even happen within my lifetime? I can’t see Halliburton getting involved in anything so beneficial-to-science or unencumbered-by-greed, so prolly not.

Anyway, my parents couldn’t have pried my eyes from our television set that night, so they kinda gave up and let me stay up until well past 1AM to watch the moon walk itself. Are there any comparable events today which brings a family together around the television, filled with hope and fear and excitement, as much as did that event? I think: no.

Video: Salli Saddle Chair

Want.

(Via Gizmodo)