In with all the wild art, there were lots of crazy costumes and even crazier behaviors at Art Basel this weekend. You just had to know where to look, and thanks to my bearfriend and friends down from New York and Seattle, I did.
It makes another normal day back home seem boring. So I’ve decided to wear a wrestling singlet tomorrow…all day, everywhere!
I’m really not that into sounding or Johnny Parker as a top (good thing he flips!), but this fetish scene with dirty gay stud Hunter Marx still had plenty to love, like furry muscles, tall socks, provocative sportswear and big loads.
I wonder if the sling room at the house party I’m going to this afternoon is going to be as well-equipped. Better pack my socks…