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February 4, 2010
[...] leave a comment » He’s my pop-cultured brother from a different mother and father, my transatlantic Nordic God of all things relevant to our mutual development as well-informed adult homosexual men. He’s my politically-informed citizen of the world, left of left of left of center, more qualified to serve than my own state’s senator, crushing any fears that I’m the only one to have mmmboped myself to sleep next to pillows that, in the glow of high definition television screens, smell like the golden boy of the golden age of boybands. He’s my entertainment weekly, my rolling stone, my paparazzi partner, us, the handsome leads hiding in Hollywood-suburbia bushes if time and geography had made us neighbors, surely best friends waiting past sundown, screaming like girls for a glimpse of the latest Prince of California. [...]
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