Well heteros and homo's and bi's - hope your weekends were full of sweaty, dirty, hairpulling sex or failing that i at least hope you had a nice time. My weekend was lovely, had a gorgeous meal on friday night with some great friends, Saturday was a mish mash of meeting friends and drinking, lovely to see dan, paul and clare and then yesterday i went to see "Knocked Up" which is really good and was a perfect way to spend a sunday afternoon.

This evening i am off to see my friends band the Sniffle Brothers in their last gig for a while at the comedy pub in Leicester Square - always a guaranteed good night out. This week is rather busy all culminating in a rather big deal of a situation on thursday morning but there is very little i can say about that at the moment.

I was reading Attitude magazine yesterday and there was a really interesting article on the new fad of gay men leaving behind the muscle mary look and hurtling towards the size zero look. It is very noticeable that the trends in gay soho have changed quite radically over the last year especially with the gay boys frequenting trash palace, retro bar, popstarz and ghetto (my kinda places). The skinny jeans have been out in force hanging off harmful looking hip bones, off the shoulder t shirts that show off those jutting bones. I have always been a bit of a skinny queen and have always liked that fact, turning 30 and still indulging in my love of lager has meant that a belly has appeared of late.

I have now found myself being totally unreasonable and turning into the kind of gay man that i hate. I recently tried on a pair of 30" waist skinny jeans and they would not fasten, i nearly cried! immediately throwing myself to the floor, flailing around trying to do sit ups to hack off the fat. It is not the end of the world to have a bit of chunk around the waist or that bizarre area at the base of the back that seems to get fatter than anywhere else (back boobs is the delightful name i heard for that area this weekend). Life goes on and that body of mine is changing, it may take a while to come to terms with not being able to starve myself and look waif like but maybe i should step aside and let the young ones through, laughing to myself on the inside that they have all these thoughts to come.

Now i apologise in advance to any heterosexual men or anyone else that is not too keen on near naked men popping up on this blog but i just found this picture of my dream man Danny Dyer and had to share it, i actually did an audible Phwoar!! when i saw it - now where did i put that wet wipe?




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