He sings, he dances, and he acts. Also, he's a big ol' mo who got married recently according to the fellas over at Queerty. He's John Barrowman and he's the MEAT. Not baring as much flesh as is usually required for this coveted spot, but have I mentioned he's a musical theater star? Check out his eyes, bitches. The only way this guy could be more perfect is if he'd also do some porn (like my perennial and unrivaled fave, Tom Judson).
Well, I'm off for a haircut and some mild shopping and then heading to the Disney. Yeah, I know. It's actually some fun! Honest. I'm still terribly congested and I'm flying in the morning. Anyone have any pharmaceutical suggestions as to what is best to make this travel tenable? Also, while we're talking drugs, if a haircut and some Mickey doesn't cheer me up, whose got the fo fo on the best shit to bring me 'round? I promise to stop whining now (or then, I guess, if it comes to medication).