Why I read Invictus Pilgrim...

This evening, as is my custom, I began reviewing blog posts to catch up on the day. Admittedly, the difficulty with my family has left me feeling a bit lonely and isolated, so reading posts and sharing comments is a way to feel connected with people. One of my favorite blogs is Invictus Pilgrim. Most evenings, its the first blog I read.

I'm a little embarrassed to admit why I open Invictus Pilgrim first. It's not because of the clever writing. It's not because of the issues oriented commentary. Neither is it because the posts provide a wonderful and honest glimpse of a good man easing from one world to another.

I read Invictus Pilgrim first because...THE BOY PICTURES ARE ALWAYS WAY HOT! (And guys, you might as well step up with the truth. Most of you enjoy the pics as much or more than I do--I know what I'm saying here because many of you have admitted it to me "in confidence". :-) .)

Today's photo (see left), has a guy with bushy hair, vulnerable eyes, sumptuous lips, and a cleft chin. My dreams couldn't create a more huggable creature. Yesterday's poster boy had pecs to die for (and they were strategically exposed at just the right angle).

I'm still trying to catch my breath.

For a man past his prime who knows he will never have a boyfriend like one of Invictus' lads, I must admit that I'm just a touch jealous of the guys half my age.

But then a friend of mine is convinced that his real life is the one of his dreams and his waking world is nothing more than a dream. If that's the case, I'm actually not typing this blog post right now, but lying on a velvet divan surrounded by beautiful young men, scantily clad, each anxious to drop a pealed grape in my open mouth.

I hope I never fall asleep...or wake up...or whatever.