Okay, so everybody is making a big fuss over Daniel Craig on vacation (with Andy Cohen), but I don’t get what the fuss over Craig is all about. The real hottie to be talking about is Andy Cohen. The Bravo exec is one hot man! I’ve been waiting forever for a shirtless picture of him and so now Christmas has come again. For those of you who have been swooning over Daniel and saying Andy is fat, I say take a look again. Andy is a fine specimen of a man, while Craig is not as pumped as he once was. He’d better hit the gym to firm his pecs and abs before he heads off to do another Bond film.

So since Santa left nothing of monumental proportion under my Christmas tree this year (unlike last year’s TiVo Series 3), I will settle for some shirtless photos of Andy having fun on the beach. Better yet, when I make my Christmas list up for next year I will wish for Andy himself to be wrapped up in a nice shiny red bow under my tree on Christmas morning.

This month the British sci-fi series Doctor Who celebrates its 45th anniversary. It’s bittersweet as news comes that David Tennant has decided to leave the show. The Doctor, the intrepid time traveler from Gallifrey has been played by 10 actors over the last four-and-a-half decades, but none have come to the role with as much gusto, charisma and sex appeal as David Tennant.

When I first heard he was going to be playing The Doctor, I was not too happy. I had seen him in ‘Casanova’ and thought he was a horrible choice for the role. However, only a few episodes into his reign as the Timelord and I quickly changed my mind. In fact I have become so enamored with Tennant and his interpretation that he has become my favorite Doctor, usurping old favorites Tom Baker, Jon Pertwee and William Hartnell.

While his version of The Doctor pays certain homage to those who have played the role before, something unique that is David’s alone is his sex appeal. There is a definite sexiness that he himself exudes and lends to the role, adding even more depth to the 900-year-old time traveler. Perhaps I also feel a kinship with Tennant as I’m only two years older than he and we both have many memories of watching Doctor Who while growing up. He is getting to live a boy’s fantasy of not only traveling through time and space with The Doctor, but to actually be The Doctor!

Many a gay boy may also have lost themselves in the fantastic and outrageous world of Doctor Who to escape the turmoil and pain of life as a gay boy in the late 70s and 80s. And now 20 years later we have a Doctor who we not only have a kinship with, but who on screen openly embraces everyone of every race and sexual orientation. Although the character of Captain Jack Harkness was introduced at the end of Tennant’s predecessor’s run as The Doctor, it was not until Tennant arrived on the scene that the gay/bi/omni-sexual character of Captain Jack came into his own, even spawning his own spin-off series, Torchwood.

Speaking of Captain Jack, his portrayer, John Barrowman, once said in an interview he had to find out whether or not Tennant lived up to his supposed nick name, David “Ten-inch!” Hmmm… I would love to know the answer to that too. One can only dream and fantasize of things, places and people too fantastic to believe in.

I stumbled on this photo while browsing some blogs the other day and I am in love. Could there be a more perfect man? If there is, I have not met him! I have no idea who he is but am dying to know. So I put it to you… can you identify this mystery man who has fallen out of the sky and stolen my heart? I’m hearing Celine Dion singing right now… “I’m waiting here for my prince to come…”
 
 
 
 
 

Okay, well now in exactly one month I will be 40. I have been ignoring it. I have been dreading it. Make it go away. Freeze time. Freeze me. As much as I was looking forward to 30, I am not looking forward to 40. Will I be one of those assholes who perpetually calls themselves 39 after they hit 40?

My friends tell me that 40 is the new 30 and that life doesn’t begin until 40. I know I don’t feel 40 or look like it according to some people who are shocked I was THAT old, thinking I was mid 30s - YEAH! With hot to trot John Barrowman and Hugh Jackman, who just turned 40, as examples of what the face (and body) of 40 looks like, bring it! Woof!

Jeff Lewis. What can I say? I don’t know whether to love the man, worship him or be scared shitless of him. It’s so bizaare that we share so many common traits. I watch Flipping Out with my mother and I can’t say how many times Jeff does or says something that makes her glance in my direction with that look that says, “you know that is exactly what you do!”

Oh shit. Am I really that neurotic? Compulsive? Obsessive? Well, I suppose I can be (and can be a bitchy queen about things too) and is probably why I love the show and find him so utterly fascinating.

I suppose it didn’t dawn on me until this season and the incident with the white curtains. They weren’t the precise shade of white he wanted or envisioned and he just obsessed over them even while doing other things and talking to other people. It just totally consumed him. How like me. When just the slightest thing is out of place or case in point, the neighbor’s pool filter hums and churns at the slightest volume level higher than it normally does, it totally consumes me to the point that I can’t concentrate on anything else. It grates on me and ends up sounding like a Mac truck to me. I can hear it through any other background or foreground noise and even think I hear it when I don’t. In actuality it bothers no one else around me but me and some can’t even hear it for the background noise emulating from the city.

Another interesting thing that struck me was last season when he was talking about his interest in houses starting when he was in his teens and he would buy home magazines. Uhm hello? I thought I was the only kid in high school who had subscriptions to all of the home decorating and plan magazines and designing dream homes on graph paper! Who knew there was another one out there. I did eventually want to become an architect or designer but it never panned out and I ended up a writer and programmer. But interestingly enough I ended up the home and living department of an online content provider for a number of years.

So the question begs… would I work FOR him? Hell no! Not unless bitch cat fights were part of the job description and he could take it as much as he dishes it out. Would I work WITH him though? For sure because he is tops in what he does, knows how to get things done and most importantly, done right… a man after my own heart.