Before we start, I want to clarify one thing: The autobiographical nuggets that regularly surface on this blog, about which guys made me take a closer look at my sexual orientation, were not supposed to come this often. If I am to blog to blog at all, I have to picture an average reader, but If I don’t have any, it’s probably because he or she has grown tired of the utterly self-observed tone of this blog. So, dear reader, before I engage in yet another round of psychoanalysis, I apologize.
That said, teen heartthrob Jesse McCartney really has a special place in my gay history. I had only just begun my process of soul-searching when he graced Norwegian TV screens as surfer Bradin Westerley in the WB’s one season wonder Summerland (even though it officially spanned two season, the wonder part was pretty much lost after the initial 13 episodes). It would of course be a stretch to say that he made me realize I was gay, but he sure spurred more questions. It could be painfiul at the time, but looking back, I’m of course deeply greatful. And, come to think of it; how ‘painful’ can life be, when your main problem is that you simply can’t stop drooling over some hot TV hunk? The answer, of course, is it was some other kind of pain.
Those days are long gone, however, but luckily, McCartney isn’t. I didn’t know of his music career until I discovered Summerland, but I have to admit that I was sold immediately. His debut album, Beautiful Soul, contains several magnificent dance floor fillers, and your occasionally irresistible sobby ballad. Deciding to go all-out in the matter of gayness, I quickly half-embraced (which kind of undermines the whole ‘all-out-ness’, doesn’t it?) Jesse’s music publicly, and though it has cost me some heckle, I’m no longer ashamed of it. A guy is entitled to his guilty pop pleasure, aint he?
Speaking of pleasure, we have finally reached the main point of this post. McCartney has a new music video out, called ‘Leavin’, and though the tune itself has to take the back seat in my memory, it’s still a decent song. The pleasure comes from discovering Jesse’s new look. I have a thing for blondes, so a part of me still mourns the loss of the old Jesse, but that’s only until I sit down to inspect Jesse 2.0. a little closer. Damn, is he hot! His face is still boyishly cute, but the he carries himself with a newly acquired self-conciousness that really suits him. Earlier, I’ve compared Emile Hirsch to a young Leonardo DiCaprio, and now I think it’s time to do so again, with McCartney. Many of the stills in the video reminded me of Leo in The Beach (particularly at 2:33), and I’m not one to complain. Especially not when he shows us his hairy armpits.
Ain’t it nice to be reunited with an old flame, only to discover that your chemistry is better than ever?