Thursday, October 29, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
confessions of a travel writer, watch it beyotches
yall i'm on a new show on Travel Channel called: confessions of a travel writer. i look fat. watch it. and spread the word. see info below
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
hot guy olympics Spain !
unfortunately there were waaay too many guys that qualified for Hot Guy Olympics in Barcelona, Sitges, Madrid, Valencia and even Bilbao... so I'm presenting the gold medalists...
the dude in the middle likes to suck... in a breath of fresh air!
eh. he's a'ight but when he said he was a porn star for Titan, I let him give me ten bucks to include him in my hot guy olympics.
he may be fourteen but ... damn ! i now understand the whole teacher sleep with student sitch.
this guy just got back from three days at the beach.
this guy was at the same beach, only he didn't bring his Proactive. it's ok, though, you made it to round five!
yeah yeah, famous porn star on his knees, what's new.
oh, look, they let the maid come out for sunlight..!
shut the fug up.
dude on the left was my favorite. too bad he lost ...
to mr barcelona!
i'm surprised the dude in the middle didn't get a boner from the linda simpson/kathy griffin look alike.
marry me, please. .. he said. Eh, I was like.. maybe..
git it, bitch.
i hate it when people take pictures of me discreetly without my consent.
yee haw!
you can tell the dude on the left farted and his friend is laughing.
this guy would be perfect if his hands were in his pants and his pants were off.
i LOVE vikings.
you can fucking arrest me anytime officer. put me in a headlock, whatever...
i'll show you angel...
until next time!
the dude in the middle likes to suck... in a breath of fresh air!
eh. he's a'ight but when he said he was a porn star for Titan, I let him give me ten bucks to include him in my hot guy olympics.
he may be fourteen but ... damn ! i now understand the whole teacher sleep with student sitch.
this guy just got back from three days at the beach.
this guy was at the same beach, only he didn't bring his Proactive. it's ok, though, you made it to round five!
yeah yeah, famous porn star on his knees, what's new.
oh, look, they let the maid come out for sunlight..!
shut the fug up.
dude on the left was my favorite. too bad he lost ...
to mr barcelona!
i'm surprised the dude in the middle didn't get a boner from the linda simpson/kathy griffin look alike.
marry me, please. .. he said. Eh, I was like.. maybe..
git it, bitch.
i hate it when people take pictures of me discreetly without my consent.
yee haw!
you can tell the dude on the left farted and his friend is laughing.
this guy would be perfect if his hands were in his pants and his pants were off.
i LOVE vikings.
you can fucking arrest me anytime officer. put me in a headlock, whatever...
i'll show you angel...
until next time!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
toronto reunion
so it's been 8 years since i've been back to my former stomping ground toronto (which you think dates me but because i was there when i was 18, that makes me 26 years old!).
of course, the first thing i had to do was see my TO BFF kris.
oh, wait, first, here's the skyline from my room at the park hyatt. have you noticed how much it's changed?
i also reunited with my friend jeremy, where we drank beers in this parking lot. just like old times!
tatijana is still the same beautiful person she was 8 years ago, and pretty strong considering she was effortlessly holding my drunk ass up.
hey look, it's anderson cooper! just kidding. that's adam.
this big black guy at the gay bar woody's is all like, "wait a minute.... wrong bar?"
my after party was pretty nutty, especially since cait grew her hair out , whatever that means (i'm on like 3 deadlines so none of these deks will make sense ish)
foxley ... the new restaurant opened by the chef of tempo, where i used to work, and he still only staffs gay guys!
kris is on, like 2 hours of sleep, thanks to the bag of heroin.
reunion.
of course, i had to go out and see the fake dinosaurs at the ROM...
and check out frank gehry's facelift to the oga.
look, andy warhol! i wasn't supposed to take this photo but i gave the security guard a handjob in the elevator.
tat's new baby!
kris hard at work. his paintings. www.krisknight.com
until next time ...
of course, the first thing i had to do was see my TO BFF kris.
oh, wait, first, here's the skyline from my room at the park hyatt. have you noticed how much it's changed?
i also reunited with my friend jeremy, where we drank beers in this parking lot. just like old times!
tatijana is still the same beautiful person she was 8 years ago, and pretty strong considering she was effortlessly holding my drunk ass up.
hey look, it's anderson cooper! just kidding. that's adam.
this big black guy at the gay bar woody's is all like, "wait a minute.... wrong bar?"
my after party was pretty nutty, especially since cait grew her hair out , whatever that means (i'm on like 3 deadlines so none of these deks will make sense ish)
foxley ... the new restaurant opened by the chef of tempo, where i used to work, and he still only staffs gay guys!
kris is on, like 2 hours of sleep, thanks to the bag of heroin.
reunion.
of course, i had to go out and see the fake dinosaurs at the ROM...
and check out frank gehry's facelift to the oga.
look, andy warhol! i wasn't supposed to take this photo but i gave the security guard a handjob in the elevator.
tat's new baby!
kris hard at work. his paintings. www.krisknight.com
until next time ...
Monday, June 8, 2009
g-rated paris
because i'm getting into all sorts of trubs with my blog, i thought i would go g-rated. how lovely and wonderful !
here i am in front of the eiffel tower! you won't ever see a local posing for the same shot!
not only was it the french open, some racing thing, and mother's day but there was an infestation of these oversized, plastic rabbits!
can you believe i had to eat one of these fuckers at a michelin rated restaurant?
this is where cecilia (style.com) had her phone stolen from her bag while april (elle mag) tried to cancel her blackberry... only two hours after we had arrived!
you could see the eiffel tower from any vantage point, really
but sometimes i wasn't really paying attention.
who doesn't love collette?
oh, so the main reason i was in paris... i was reporting on issey miyaki's new fragrance launch (august 2009) which is going to be wicked awesome... !
here's a sneak peek of the bottle. more to come
i spent some time at notre dame where tribute was paid to crew and passengers of the disappearing plane. very sad.
more sad was this american couple who were like "hey, what's that glass thing comin from the ground?"
checked out the new philippe starck-designed bon restaurant..
i'm sorry.. what??? vintage louis vuitton elevator at le dokhan??
while we're on the subject of designers, christian dior institute is one for the books
as is the glam plaza athenee (where carrie bradshaw stayed in the final episodes of sex in the city)
oh look! drunk journalists.
and who can't forget martin (middle) who showed me the caves of paris. good thing we found this hottie (right) who didn't speak a fucking word of english ! (or french , for that matter, as he was waaassted)
until next time from my hotel room!
here i am in front of the eiffel tower! you won't ever see a local posing for the same shot!
not only was it the french open, some racing thing, and mother's day but there was an infestation of these oversized, plastic rabbits!
can you believe i had to eat one of these fuckers at a michelin rated restaurant?
this is where cecilia (style.com) had her phone stolen from her bag while april (elle mag) tried to cancel her blackberry... only two hours after we had arrived!
you could see the eiffel tower from any vantage point, really
but sometimes i wasn't really paying attention.
who doesn't love collette?
oh, so the main reason i was in paris... i was reporting on issey miyaki's new fragrance launch (august 2009) which is going to be wicked awesome... !
here's a sneak peek of the bottle. more to come
i spent some time at notre dame where tribute was paid to crew and passengers of the disappearing plane. very sad.
more sad was this american couple who were like "hey, what's that glass thing comin from the ground?"
checked out the new philippe starck-designed bon restaurant..
i'm sorry.. what??? vintage louis vuitton elevator at le dokhan??
while we're on the subject of designers, christian dior institute is one for the books
as is the glam plaza athenee (where carrie bradshaw stayed in the final episodes of sex in the city)
oh look! drunk journalists.
and who can't forget martin (middle) who showed me the caves of paris. good thing we found this hottie (right) who didn't speak a fucking word of english ! (or french , for that matter, as he was waaassted)
until next time from my hotel room!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
plane crashes, guys who stare and $200 lobsters in St Barts
for (un)memorial day, joshua and i decided to take a "weekender" to the glammy whammy french St Barts in the Caribbean. It's a crazy commercial flight over (from st maarten) where the puddle jumper (i like to think "private jet") literally takes a nosedive into the runway.
You absolutely have to rent a car. Joshua, who got his drivers licence like an hour ago, drove the whole time with the parking brake up, hit a few things, scratched up the car, started the windshield wipers when not necessary and didn't know how to put it in 4WD... and he's STILL a better driver than me
we stayed at the uberluxe Guanahani, in a 2-br oceanview suite. Joshua was obs happy about this.
Oh, did I mention our own private pool (with alarm, fugged up i know!)
we made friends with turtles and iguanas and, after eating them, we just swam a lot.
this was our shitty view. jk. it was off the chizaiin
our favorite beach was saline... nude optional!
hey! who's the dumbass who put out their cigarette on their sand-colored towel thinking it was sand?
speaking of idiot, this guy could get it.
did i mention nudity? oui oui, merci !
here's that flying guy and how i was supposed to put this picture before the "he's flying" picture but it's like 1:30 and i have to go to the gym soon.
oh shit here's that hot guy who caught me taking a picture of him. he totally wanted me though.
joshua and i went sailing one early morning and on our way back to the beach...
we saw this! a fucking plane crashed!
it's so LOST. . as in no one was hurt... for now.
this is st jean, where we did our sailing and shit and the water was like a warm bath.
un otro island shot.
guess which car joshua parallel parked?
this french guy was all like, "oui oui! I like zee outdoor sports!" Im like shut the fuck up and show me your huge dack (a dack is a handmade fishing rod )
until the next $200 lobster!
You absolutely have to rent a car. Joshua, who got his drivers licence like an hour ago, drove the whole time with the parking brake up, hit a few things, scratched up the car, started the windshield wipers when not necessary and didn't know how to put it in 4WD... and he's STILL a better driver than me
we stayed at the uberluxe Guanahani, in a 2-br oceanview suite. Joshua was obs happy about this.
Oh, did I mention our own private pool (with alarm, fugged up i know!)
we made friends with turtles and iguanas and, after eating them, we just swam a lot.
this was our shitty view. jk. it was off the chizaiin
our favorite beach was saline... nude optional!
hey! who's the dumbass who put out their cigarette on their sand-colored towel thinking it was sand?
speaking of idiot, this guy could get it.
did i mention nudity? oui oui, merci !
here's that flying guy and how i was supposed to put this picture before the "he's flying" picture but it's like 1:30 and i have to go to the gym soon.
oh shit here's that hot guy who caught me taking a picture of him. he totally wanted me though.
joshua and i went sailing one early morning and on our way back to the beach...
we saw this! a fucking plane crashed!
it's so LOST. . as in no one was hurt... for now.
this is st jean, where we did our sailing and shit and the water was like a warm bath.
un otro island shot.
guess which car joshua parallel parked?
this french guy was all like, "oui oui! I like zee outdoor sports!" Im like shut the fuck up and show me your huge dack (a dack is a handmade fishing rod )
until the next $200 lobster!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
back to the santiago/ buenos aires future (or past) . . wait... ?
last week, it was back to sunnny santiago (if you could see through the fog. cause the sky ain't white). statue one: "what the fuck?" statue two: "I know , right?"
i somehow ended up at this table full of white people eating asian food because that's what they like! ethnic food! it was actually delish on a dish.
the business guy in Lan airlines' business class on the left is like, "shit. i'm going to miss Drag Race."
i love santiagoaners. especially orlando (second to left) who was all like: "come to this after party with me" at like 5 am. i'll show you after party, bitch.
joe is sooo misshapes !
speaking of joe, thanks for the friendly bitch slap heard around the world (give or receive, you'll never know).
(give).
anyway, we did that whole get on the airplane and see what it's like when someone lights a cigarette thing or something. look! it's santiago in a plane! jk. I LOVE santiago. but orlando sucks.
oh, we totally saw this spanish woman sing at a tango show when we arrived in buenos aires. it was a total surprise, bitch could belt it.
this bitch about to bust.
nothing is as swank as philippe starck's faena hotel + universe.
not even axel hotel, the only gay-only hotel in south america. but it was totes awesome, with lots of glass and mirrors and glass. like glass wall showers glass.
until next time, take the stairs ! that makes absolutely no sense but i accidentally uploaded this photo and needed something catchy!
i somehow ended up at this table full of white people eating asian food because that's what they like! ethnic food! it was actually delish on a dish.
the business guy in Lan airlines' business class on the left is like, "shit. i'm going to miss Drag Race."
i love santiagoaners. especially orlando (second to left) who was all like: "come to this after party with me" at like 5 am. i'll show you after party, bitch.
joe is sooo misshapes !
speaking of joe, thanks for the friendly bitch slap heard around the world (give or receive, you'll never know).
(give).
anyway, we did that whole get on the airplane and see what it's like when someone lights a cigarette thing or something. look! it's santiago in a plane! jk. I LOVE santiago. but orlando sucks.
oh, we totally saw this spanish woman sing at a tango show when we arrived in buenos aires. it was a total surprise, bitch could belt it.
this bitch about to bust.
nothing is as swank as philippe starck's faena hotel + universe.
not even axel hotel, the only gay-only hotel in south america. but it was totes awesome, with lots of glass and mirrors and glass. like glass wall showers glass.
until next time, take the stairs ! that makes absolutely no sense but i accidentally uploaded this photo and needed something catchy!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
getting gay in st tropez
not really. i was the only. what was not gay?
caves du roy. sorry tomkat, i got vip , beyotches.
cristal, beyotches.
my yacht, fools.
spoon by alain ducasse
far left, thanks.
my duplex with patio at byblos hotel.
this douchebaggy hot brit who really wore that scarf that way.
my beyotches.
and my hos to the left, hos to the right
caves du roy. sorry tomkat, i got vip , beyotches.
cristal, beyotches.
my yacht, fools.
spoon by alain ducasse
far left, thanks.
my duplex with patio at byblos hotel.
this douchebaggy hot brit who really wore that scarf that way.
my beyotches.
and my hos to the left, hos to the right
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
hot guys in australia and new zealand !
so my one-month jaunt in australia and new zealand with long-time pal, margaret (atlanta, represent!) brought us close to some dynamic cities, great attractions and, of course, those hot aussie bois!
margaret made me fly economy with her (ugh) but to make up for that shitty flight was this dynamic skyline in melbourne.
the street art in melbourne is ubiquitous, and one of the few cities in the world where it's embraced.
my favorite person in melbourne was the door guy, Tim.. what an aussie cutie!!
more street art, this wasn't planned to come after the previous photo but whatevs
i reunited with my parisian friend max, who moved out to australia to learn english. i mean, really? (by the by, he wants to move to new york in october. hook a brutha up with a job, fools!) i have major jetlag (and jetlag hair) in this photo, fashiz
we ended up meeting this Christian Australian. he was all like , I love god i love god, i was like blow me.
and stayed at some cool boutique hotels...
it's true! there is a beach in melbourne (aint as good as sydney but you make the best of what you've got, right?) this lifeguard should just pose all day, considering no one swims in that cold-ass water.
but people do walk around shirtless like hottie one and hottie two.
shopping was a blast cause i kept running into these hot dudes on the sidewalk who clearly busted me... like this hot fool
and this one...
we left melbourne on a good note to cruise new zealand for two weeks... at sea, there were some pretty awesome things like this volcano ejaculation (of lava and steam, yall)
i would have spent most of my time on this here deck....
but we had the beaches in taraganau for that, one of our first stops.
we also ate pretty well in Holland America's fine dining restaurant, where it turns out i was pretty "loud" (i am american after all yall)
margaret said this dude was like 15.. shit. with a body like that ... (our cruise ship in the back!)
h ha hahahahahaha hhhoooooot dude in new zealand.
hot irish guy in wellington (i'm just assuming he's irish... it's the lips)
scotty nylund, anyone?
who goes to australia without feeding kangaroos? this dirty ass kangaroo's mouth felt like a monkey butt fashiz
aww. and if you go to tasmania, you'll get all fuzzy over the endangered tasmanian devils...
nothing was as awesome as the hayman island resort in great barrier reef. somehow we managed to get upgraded to a lagoon suite. sweet!
some of the best scenery in australia really was from a boat.
like "frenchy" , for instance. the hot french dive instructor kid when we went out to the actual reef.
i mean... really? shit...
he was all like "jimmy i love you but you have to stop taking photos of me and just get in bed with me now. " I was like , "i can't do that my future husband because i can't let down my three blog readers."
we did go submarining...
and some glass-bottom-boating..
but the shizzle went off the wizzle palizzle in sydney australia. .
where the hotties just like to walk around shirtless.
well, at bondi beach, of course.
there were blonde hotties that REALLY needed that tan...
buff surfer hotties. .
posing hotties...
gay hotties...
buck-teeth hotties...
daddy hotties...
thug hotties..
skinny hotties...
and speedo hotties...!
none of which stayed at the lovely park hyatt hotel under the harbor bridge, but at least we had a view.. !
of the opera house right across the way!
we did hit mardi gras for a hot sec..
where this dude who wins hot guy olympics australia/new zealand really werked it with the sugar daddies
until next time!!
margaret made me fly economy with her (ugh) but to make up for that shitty flight was this dynamic skyline in melbourne.
the street art in melbourne is ubiquitous, and one of the few cities in the world where it's embraced.
my favorite person in melbourne was the door guy, Tim.. what an aussie cutie!!
more street art, this wasn't planned to come after the previous photo but whatevs
i reunited with my parisian friend max, who moved out to australia to learn english. i mean, really? (by the by, he wants to move to new york in october. hook a brutha up with a job, fools!) i have major jetlag (and jetlag hair) in this photo, fashiz
we ended up meeting this Christian Australian. he was all like , I love god i love god, i was like blow me.
and stayed at some cool boutique hotels...
it's true! there is a beach in melbourne (aint as good as sydney but you make the best of what you've got, right?) this lifeguard should just pose all day, considering no one swims in that cold-ass water.
but people do walk around shirtless like hottie one and hottie two.
shopping was a blast cause i kept running into these hot dudes on the sidewalk who clearly busted me... like this hot fool
and this one...
we left melbourne on a good note to cruise new zealand for two weeks... at sea, there were some pretty awesome things like this volcano ejaculation (of lava and steam, yall)
i would have spent most of my time on this here deck....
but we had the beaches in taraganau for that, one of our first stops.
we also ate pretty well in Holland America's fine dining restaurant, where it turns out i was pretty "loud" (i am american after all yall)
margaret said this dude was like 15.. shit. with a body like that ... (our cruise ship in the back!)
h ha hahahahahaha hhhoooooot dude in new zealand.
hot irish guy in wellington (i'm just assuming he's irish... it's the lips)
scotty nylund, anyone?
who goes to australia without feeding kangaroos? this dirty ass kangaroo's mouth felt like a monkey butt fashiz
aww. and if you go to tasmania, you'll get all fuzzy over the endangered tasmanian devils...
nothing was as awesome as the hayman island resort in great barrier reef. somehow we managed to get upgraded to a lagoon suite. sweet!
some of the best scenery in australia really was from a boat.
like "frenchy" , for instance. the hot french dive instructor kid when we went out to the actual reef.
i mean... really? shit...
he was all like "jimmy i love you but you have to stop taking photos of me and just get in bed with me now. " I was like , "i can't do that my future husband because i can't let down my three blog readers."
we did go submarining...
and some glass-bottom-boating..
but the shizzle went off the wizzle palizzle in sydney australia. .
where the hotties just like to walk around shirtless.
well, at bondi beach, of course.
there were blonde hotties that REALLY needed that tan...
buff surfer hotties. .
posing hotties...
gay hotties...
buck-teeth hotties...
daddy hotties...
thug hotties..
skinny hotties...
and speedo hotties...!
none of which stayed at the lovely park hyatt hotel under the harbor bridge, but at least we had a view.. !
of the opera house right across the way!
we did hit mardi gras for a hot sec..
where this dude who wins hot guy olympics australia/new zealand really werked it with the sugar daddies
until next time!!
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