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Gym Class Heroes


by James Tuttle

Gentle reader,

I caught a few minutes of the Shahs of Sunset pilot when I was running on the treadmill last week, but sweat and subtitles didn’t really seem the correct fit for this show about Persian-Americans living the high life in Beverly Hills.  I thought my Persian friends would expect better so I DVR’d the latest, popped open a bottle of champagne and watched it over the weekend.

Thank god for the champagne because this thing starts with the typical reality series introduction of cast members in soft focus talking about how awesomely awesome they are.  It was interesting how they went in descending order of hotness, from delicate GG and muscular Mike on down to shlubby, balding Sammy, but you’d hope that if they just get one line to describe themselves, they’d be less stupid about it.

It Might As Well Be Spring


by James Tuttle

Gentle reader,

I feel blessed and happy that I was able to get this out to you even after my retinas were burned in a terrible accident over the weekend.  Yes, I accidentally watched the E! Network’s Ice Loves Coco and I’m surprised that the downtime after an ordeal like that didn’t last longer.

Thomas Synnamon's new photo of Brock Chapman made my retinas feel better.

Even before the opening credits, we see Coco clad in a leopard-print bikini that showcases her spray-tanned curves and vacuuming around her adoring husband, the one-time rapper Ice-T, as they verbally spar over something that I didn’t catch because I was more worried about whether one of her big fake boobs was going to pop out.

Let Them Eat Cake


 by James Tuttle (@TuttleMode)

Gentle Reader,

If you were anywhere near the California desert this Presidents’ Day weekend, you may have noticed the atmosphere being a little more fierce and fabulous than usual.  Yes, gay polo players and their friends from around the globe converged at Indio’s luxurious Empire Polo Club for the Second Annual U.S. Gay Polo Tournament.

Since there are no good shirtless pics of Nacho Figueras, here’s Alex by Thomas Synnamon.

We first met up on Friday to stick-and-ball the horses we’d be playing and discuss strategy with the pro players who had been assigned to each team.  My team’s pro, Jorge Vasquez from Kentucky’s Lexington Polo Club, suggested that we keep it clean and follow behind each other to pick up the ball if our teammates couldn’t get a good shot.  It sounds like common sense but, since polo is basically hockey on horseback, you’d be shocked how many times it doesn’t work out like that.