Coverboy: Brad

Putting the “Chocolate” in White Chocolate

Brad bounced around to several Midwest and Northeast states growing up, which partially accounts for his spastic personality, charmingly neurotic demeanor and his cultural promiscuity. To escape small town America and experience the world, Brad fled the sticks of upstate New York and made his way to Washington DC.  When he’s not on the 9-5 grind at the American Psychological Association’s division SPSSI, he’s high-kickin, twerkin and dropping it low with his dance team Capital Funk. If you’re looking to spot Brad out on the town – you’ll typically find him at Camelot on Sundays, Stadium on Mondays and dancing for change outside the Verizon center every other night of the week.


Coverboy: Brad

(Photo by Jimmy Page)

What’s on your nightstand?
I don’t have one because I live in a shoebox.

What’s in your nightstand drawer? 
The only thing that qualifies as my night-stand is my sock drawer. It holds various types of socks.

What are your television favorites?
Parks and Recreation, Walking Dead, Girls, Army Wives. (one of these is a joke) 

What was your favorite cartoon when you were a kid?
I was never a kid. But I remember being obsessed with Xena in the 90’s. Does that count?

What superhero would you be? 
Night-Crawler. He can teleport, which would save me the trouble of having to fly coach.

Who’s your greatest influence?
The people who have influenced me the most in my life are my friends. They’ve open my eyes to things I never would’ve seen without them – and they’ve been key players in helping me become the hot fucking mess I am today.

What’s your greatest fear?
Unreasonable Fear: Being in the Lincoln tunnel when a tidal wave hits NYC.
Reasonable Fear: Aging. I know it sounds terrible – but I’m a person who thinks about getting old and losing control. Bowel control. I’m also terrified of Steven Hawking.

Pick three people, living or dead, who you think would make the most fascinating dinner guests imaginable.
I’d have the best time with Amy Poehler, Tina Fey and Kristen Wiig.


What would you serve?
An open bar.

How would you describe your dream guy?
Outstandingly hilarious. Unknowingly adorable. Inadvertently kind. Hung like a mule.

Define good in bed.
It should be good for different reasons, every single time. Not monotonous – not just for the sake of boning. Sometimes it should be passionate and out-of-body, sometimes ravenous and animalistic and then other times … by yourself.

Who should star in a movie about your life?
Sally Field. She doesn’t resemble me, but that bitch knows how to commit to a character.

Who was your first celebrity crush?
Robert Ri’chard from Cousin Skeeter on Nickelodeon. Josh Server from All That.

Who gets on your nerves? 
Myself. Closeted Homophobes. Drunk sorority girls in Georgetown. The right.

If your home was burning, what’s the first thing you’d grab while leaving?
It’s a toss up – either my dog, or my book of quotes. The quote book can’t keep my junk warm at night, though.

What’s your biggest turn-on?
Wit. Dark features.

What’s your biggest turn-off?
Gross hands and feet. Keep it cute, boys.

What’s something you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t yet tried?
Spend several weeks in an Ashram in Nepal.


What’s something you’ve tried that you never want to do again?
Dating an asexual man. Going to a tanning bed. Pretending to be straight.

Boxers, briefs or other?
Mostly boxer briefs, but I’ve bought a couple pairs of briefs recently. They look good but they feel like sterility.

Who’s your favorite musical artist? 
The one artist I’ve been listening to since I was a tiny tot is Janet Jackson. She also inspired my passion for dance.
Honorable mentions: Jay Brannan, Mika, Lauryn Hill

What’s your favorite website?

What’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex? 
In the butt.

What position do you play in the big baseball game of life?
If I weren’t constantly benched, I’d be playing them all.

What’s your favorite retail store – that you don’t work at?
William Sanoma

What’s the most you’ll spend on a haircut?
$60 if it includes champagne and a happy ending.

What about on shoes?
100~200 for customs or limited editions.

What’s your favorite food to splurge with?
I love going to an Indian restaurant and ordering 10 things off the menu. Best vegetarian food ever.


What’s your favorite season?
Winter. It’s romantic and cozy and you can layer. In the summer, everyone is always swampy and dank-smelling.

What kind of animal would you be?
A slow loris. Living in a tree, hanging out all day… being all slow and just enjoying life while my habitat is destroyed by humanity.

What kind of plant would you be?
A weeping willow.

What kind of car would you be?
A hybrid Prius.

What are you most grateful for?
My voracious desire to meet new people, learn new things and experience as much as possible.
My family and friends.
My health.

What’s something you want more of?
International travel. Sex. LOVE.

State your life philosophy in 10 words or less.
“Get busy living, or get busy dying”


My mother, my hero.

The quote in my last entry really got me thinking about individuals who truly MATTER to me – people who are enhancing my life and making a lasting and positive impact on me. Where I should focus my energy – and on whom. In running these thoughts through my head, I realized I needed to speak on something.

I recently got verbally assaulted by one of my family members who was angry at me for sharing an opinion on Facebook. After a heated, but tactful conversation, this person launched a decade-long  furious stream of consciousness, attacking my character as a gay person and as an independent. They unleashed a tirade that for the most part, had very little to do with ME and things that I’ve done. To round it off, they attacked all of the progress that I have made over the years, in order to be my own person and to resist turning out the way I could have with the odds I had stacked against me.

I didn’t feel like the messaged dignified a response, because of something that was perfectly reinforced by that quote I posted:

“There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will”

It might seem extreme, or rash – but instead of continuing the argument and giving this person the benefit of the doubt, I instead chose to ignore them. I’m not going to subscribe to the notion that family ties are so strong, that they excuse people from acting like rational, respectful and loving human beings. When you get right down to it – people that insist on bringing that type of negativity into the world – they don’t matter to me. Especially people who use lies to break down people that they should really have love for.

I’m so proud of all I’ve accomplished, without any handouts. I got myself through college and I was able to move to a city I love and build a life that I can be proud of in my old age. Sure, I’ll be paying off my college loans until I’m old and gray, but I’m proud of that.

I’m even prouder of the people I have surrounded myself with. My friends are incredible, accepting, encouraging and they are care about me in a way that transcends the bounds of normal friendships. My family is so supportive of me and all my ambitions, thoughts and action – regardless of whether or not they agree with them. And then the person I’m most of proud of in my life, my mother – who is a beacon of light for me. Instances like the one described above, make me so thankful I have a mother like her. Someone who at their core, is truly kind and has given her everything to ensure the well-being of her children.

My mother, my hero – for teaching me that I get to choose who matters to me in this life.



I had an amazing time with Jared, Sonia, Waleed and JoJo last weekend. We spent the entire weekend just wandering around and talking – reminiscing about college. These are the people I feel the most comfortable being myself around. People who I know genuinely care about me, are inquisitive about my thoughts and growth. Friends who will listen with open ears and hearts to anything I say or feel, no matter how neurotic I get. Time spent with these kids is therapy to me. Here’s a photo that describes our relationship perfectly:

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There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will.


Movie Review: Oz the Great and Powerful

Movie Review: Oz, the Great and Powerful

I should preface this by saying that I typically love sci-fi fantasy films, even if they are remakes/prequels. Unfortunately in this case, I left the theater wishing I hadn’t dropped $13 on it.

The Good
Special Effects. Though I wasn’t crazy about the effects used to depict the land of Oz- I did like the special effects they used for the witches (particularly the flying/battle scenes).

Michelle Williams. The only STELLAR casting choice. She pretty much saved the film for me. Genuine and on-the-mark, she deserved this role and did an absolutely wonderful job.

Rachel Weisz. Sometimes you have an incredible actress who gets weighed down by terrible writing. This is certainly the case for Weisz, who did the best she could with an unbearably bad script. I could see her immense talent struggling with what I think was an under-written, uninspired and incredibly rushed story line.

The Bad
James Franco. I understand that securing a real Hollywood leading man for a role of this caliber is smart choice for a million dollar blockbuster – but I think there were MUCH better choices out there. Franco was just TOO James Franco to me. His comedy and charm did little to make up for the fact that he just wasn’t right for this role.

Mila Kunis. Worst choice for the wicked witch ever. Completely contrived acting paired with TERRIBLE writing made me so incredibly uncomfortable when she was onscreen. I kept thinking to myself man this girl is awfully pissed for only knowing this guy for half a day. Her transformation was impossible to believe, the motives completely silly and her cackle made me want to run out of the theater. Sorry Sam Raimi, you got this one wrong.

The writing. I understand it’s hard to create a nod to a spectacle like The Wizard of Oz, but this one didn’t even come close. Even millions of dollars in special effects couldn’t redeem this one.

Save your money on this one folks. Go see wicked on Broadway, or pop in your VHS copy of The Wizard of Oz and forget that this remake ever existed.

The men of my dreams.

These are the celebrity men of my dreams.

Being Barefoot

This might make me sound like the biggest hick in the world, a true resident of Portville, NY, but I think being barefoot is one of the best feelings in the world. Shoes are restricting, unhygienic, and painful. I love them as a fashion statement just as much as the next person, but the feeling of someone’s admiration of my shoes pales in comparison of the feeling of taking them off after a long day. It’s absolutely liberating.

On the subject of feet – many of my friends know that I have a bit of an issue with really gross or unattractive feet. I think this notion has also falsely implied that I hate feet.


A good pair of feet, that someone takes GOOD care of, can be a great asset on a guy. In fact, they can actually turn me on a bit. (Not in a freaky, foot-fetish kind of way, but more of a “get home from a long day and rub my man’s feet” kind of way.) To satisfy him and make him feel loved through non-sexual but intimate body contact is something that sounds incredibly appealing.

I was thinking tangentially about the incredible sensations we feel with our feet. I experience some of my favorite sensations with my feet. Lying in bed, running your feet along the sheets during a good stretch, moving your toes around and feeling wonderfully cozy. Walking on a beach and burying your toes in that really fine, powdery sand and suddenly feeling like a kid again. Walking outside after a hot day, and stepping onto a thick patch of grass that has just started to cool after sunset.

So no… I don’t hate feet. I love my feet and the great things I’ve been able to experience with them. And one day, I’ll love someone else’s too.

Shoes off to that.