Driving out of LA for four months, four projects in four cities. Launching with a three day drive to Birmingham, off to El Paso tonight!

The short window between the holidays and awards season is “circling back” season, and it hath begun!

Finishing our New Year’s Day couch rot with this important entry in the world of documentary filmmaking.

HAPPY NUDE YEAR!

As someone whose endorphins are absolutely broken, so I only ever manage to workout for my narcissism, I just finished my first little walk of the year, and calling it a win!

I know traditional southern New Year’s Day food is black eye peas, collard greens and cornbread, but last year was a damn mess. So this year, we’re launching with gumbo!

Millennial musical theatre truth is still earnestly and unironically screaming all the parts to “Happy New Year” from RENT at some point in the evening or on the day. “CHIPS ANYONE?!”

Leaving behind 2025 like

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 🎉🍾

Being gay is watching Andy and Anderson for NYE, being a f*g is watching them but screaming at the video of Diana Ross’ live performance on the screen in the background of their wide shot.

Anderson Cooper trying and drunkenly failing to make heart hands really does some up trying to survive 2025.

I’m wearing glittery socks for New Year’s Eve! No one will see them, but here’s to doing more things that are just for ourselves. 🎉

Headed home to LA, and the gate agent smiled and asked, in all earnest sincerity, “are you two twins?” My brain fritzed and I said “no, we’re the other kind of…” and then made a weird sort of sex hand gesture?! Her eyes went wide, then she smiled, said “OH!” and then I hurried on as Blake cackled.

I think my favorite end-of-the-year-unhinged-truly-online behavior is the screeching of “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW THE LATER IN LIFE LORE OF BRIGITTE BARDOT?!” Like, go ahead baby, get out those last frustrations of this dumpster fire year somewhere!

I am ecstatic for Hollander/Rozanov jerseys to replace the awkward incest of the Mario Brothers as the go-to-gay-couple Halloween costume this year. I will be applauding all of them! (Jockstraps suggested but not required.)

If you are a photographer in line to photograph Connor Storrie, STAY IN LINE!

At one of those Christmas light maze, ice skating, snow slide parking lot theme adventures in Dallas with my family, but it’s been 80 degrees the last two days and the ice skating rink has kind of leaked everywhere so we’re just sort of dancing through the damp. 💃🏽🎄

Agreed to go with my brother to the giant sporting good theme park store in Dallas, and incredibly disappointed to report they do not have any Hollander or Rosanov jerseys. Yet.

Jonathan Bailey on his way to the cottage.

Left a cold and rainy LA morning to arrive to 83 degrees and sunny in Dalllas. Weird, but we’ll take it!

I need the Heated Rivalry fanbase to know that Papa Hollander, Dylan Walsh, has been around the show-that-fucks block before. Respect on his name!

“I hate you” “No, you don’t.” *Head in lap* Perfection.

Gays and ladies making any and every excuse, almost real or completely ludicrous, to escape for the Heated Rivalry viewing.

Heated Rivalry is about to make “cottaging” mean verrrry different things to different gay generations.

Ho Ho Homo!🎄

MERRY CHRISTMAS!! 🎄 However you’re spending today, whether with family, chosen family, or relaxing just for the day off - I hope it’s wonderful! 🤗

A decade ago now, I was home visiting my family and the days before Christmas I haphazardly made up and tweeted “NATIVITY, BY BRUCE.” It’s the story of the birth of Jesus, according to his mother Mary’s childhood gay bestie. It’s silly (and dated), but if you’re bored this Christmas Eve, enjoy! 1/5

We’ve turned Christmas Eve into Gay Guy Movie Night: Christmas Special edition with my brother and Blake’s parents.

It’s raining in LA, and also there’s a prophet in Ghana loading 8 arks because he has declared God told him the world will end tomorrow, December 25, by flooding. Gonna turn one of those arks into a gay cruise real quick!

Somehow “I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas…” doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.

Here’s to all the streamers looking for their “gay show that fucks” in 2026!

Hosting our first little Christmas party in our new place today!

I have said for years, Ariana Grande is the heir to Cher.

Ending my birthday in my birthday suit!

It’s my birthday!! No TED Talk caption this time, just grateful for a year of growing and learning, painful at times but mostly productive, and thankful to the wonderful people who choose to be in it and the journey with me!

Feel pretty proud of not weighing into the myriad absolutely bonkers takes on everything Heated Rivalry, because it just shifts day to day which group of people has the insane take. The way the scene of Shane reading the cuckoo social media about him and Rose is now the actors’ lives the last weeks.

Settling in for an evening of Heated Rivalry, Pluribus and The Beast In Me because following up the fun gay smut with existential lesbian crisis and then Claire Danes just vibrating in lesbian pain seems right for how this year has gone.

“Patriot Games” - I’m cackling! Literally just as a producer thinking on the logistical nightmare of getting to “the best boy and best girl athlete” from each state. They’re gonna need Miss America level infrastructure and competition tiers created overnight, and it’s going to fail so spectacularly.

The only silver lining in this is how miserable Richard Grenell has to be running a theatre rather than grifting in the actual political arena.

Like watching a book report from someone who not only didn’t read the book, but who doesn’t understand what all those little squiggle shapes on paper all in a row even mean.

I’ve found where my snob truly jumps out because The Academy Awards moving to YouTube in 2029 is ewwwwwwwwww.

Bummed about Netflix cancelling Boots. Greg Cope White’s story is compelling, and I loved the device of his inner gay appearing to challenge his changes - it made for an interesting conversation and viewing experience. The conflicting versions of the closet for Parker & Heizer was fascinating.

If your anxiety is amping up a little bit as the holidays close in - it’s okay! You aren’t alone! Breathe some, go for a walk, set some short/easy to do tasks and check them off! (This brought to you by the things I’m telling myself today because I can feel mine sitting a little higher.) 🤗

Yall! We watched A Very Jonas Christmas movie last night, and it’s better than it has any right to be. It’s genuinely hilarious, the self-deprecation is turned up to 11, the numbers are either funny or charming, and they know exactly what they’re making! Just a grand silly romp! LOVED!

Proud of myself for not saying anything about the thing I want to say something about, but that would be dumb to say something about. So this is me needing to say something, and not, so thanks for reading!

Clapping hands (and cheeks) that our sport smut show will be coming for another round of tortured glances, aggressive thrusts and cheeky texts. And cheeks. Lots more cheeks.

Silly pet peeve, but put what time the show starts, not what time the doors open, as your main event time! (Yes I know I could have read more closely, but still!)

We are not going to make Jen Shah a camp queen. Her crimes had real and devastating impacts on vulnerable elderly people. She paid her time, now let’s let her disappear into anonymity.

It’s me. I am the LA gay’s thirst trapping in 80 degree December weather!

It’s 80 degrees in LA, the gays are thirst trapping, and I am GRATEFUL! The reason for the season is bulge.