On Saturday night I went to Kristin and Tony's party for a couple of hours. It was lovely. There were people there who I hadn't seen in months or longer, lots of booze and fabulous finger foods. Unfortunately I couldn't stay because I had a date in Boston late in the evening that I couldn't miss. Sorry to everyone I never said goodbye to, while sneaking out the door.
On Sunday I went to the Museum of Fine Arts and the Isabella Stuart Gardner Museum in Boston, because nothing gets me in the mood faster than repressed homoerotic desire expressing itself through the art of John Singer Sargent, American art history's favorite closeted painter.
I promise I think and talk about things other than gays, sex, art, closet-cases and hot teens, I swear. 
yours truly, Thomas nude on my parents' bed, 2007, oil on canvas, 16 x 20 inches 
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