DOMINIC ALBANO: That Pastel Tencel Sport Brief looks pretty good from here.
INSTAGRAM: The horse-hung Russian with the cherubic look whose cutesy dance captivated the world five years ago offers a brief update.
HUFFINGTON POST: No, Trump did not get Walmart to lower its prices.
POLITICO: Gee, I hope Iran does not do this.
BOY CULTURE: In case you didn’t see it last year, check out my interview with Carleton Carpenter, who would have turned 100 this past week.
ATTITUDE: Brothers found guilty of homophobic slaying 40+ years after the fact.
SIBLING RIVALRY: If you’re a fan of queer poetry, check out Alex Gildzen’s A Litter of Lists. If you’re not familiar with him, he has the juiciest bio imaginable:
“Alex Gildzen has been part of the gay artistic underground since the mid-twentieth century. He danced at Stonewall with Jean-Claude van Itallie, was drawn by David Hockney, smoked pot with Allen Ginsberg, and shared a hash brownie with John Ashbery. He appears in the documentary Big Joy and in the diaries of Ned Rorem and the prose of Jonathan Williams, who also dedicated a chapbook to him. His poem about Jim Provenzano was translated into Greek by Dinos Christianopoulos. His papers are housed at Kent State University Libraries.”
42ND STREET: The incredibly sad story of Jeffrey Newman and Jayson Conner, partners for more than 20 years who built up the charity Backpacks for the street and then died days apart, decades before their time.
Jeffrey’s message upon the death of Jayson:
“RIP: My beloved husband, Jayson unexpectedly passed away early this morning after suffering a cardiac arrest.
“Today is our 22nd anniversary. We should be celebrating this milestone together at our favorite restaurant. Instead, I am left dealing with the coroner’s office and making decisions I never imagined I would have to face.
“To say that I am in shock, devastated, and heartbroken would be an understatement.
“Jayson was the love of my life. He was my person. He accepted me for who I am—flaws and all—and loved me unconditionally. We were partners in every possible sense.
“I don’t have the words to express the depth of this loss. My heart is broken, and I don’t know how to imagine life without him.
“I will share a longer post on another day. Today, I am too broken to come up with all I want to say about the man I thought I would grow old and ride off into the sunset with.”
