This is a blog about men and love. It has filled a function of online therapy where we could put our energy, fascination and adoration of boys in a space where they were spared of dealing with it directly.

Three years later, we are no longer in the business of miserable infatuations and thus less inclined to keep the content fresh. The time has come to leave some things behind and move further into the constant now.

We're not saying that the world is running out of beautiful men, but our next venture is more likely to be called You wanna do me all the time, and will probably stay out of the blogosphere due to it's NSFW-ness.

Beauty is in the soul and measured in aliveness.
Once you realize that, loving is easy.

Because you are the person you take the time to become, and what most people seem to miss is that time is the only common nominator among us. And because you seem to know how to spend it, loosing yourself in a beautiful moment.

Because, wow. Because few things are as gorgeous as lusterous curls. Because your talent emerges out of working with other talented individuals. And because people talk about wanting a piece of the cake, failing to see that the cake is all over the place. And it seems like you see the importance in understanding what is going on, that the only two things you need to change the world is imagination and a smart phone, and in order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.

Because classic beauty and beards always makes us happy. And because we could re-name this blog to I wanna make out with you (yes, you) all the time. And because substantial matters of the heart bring out the poets in us.

Oh hey, hi, it's me again,
just calling to see if things have changed in the land of men.

What have you been up to? How do you do?
Do you ever think about me, the way I do of you?

Meaning: do I appear at night when it is time for bed?
Do I greet you in the morning when natives of dreams from daylight have fled?

If all minds are connected, and they surely are,
we've already been travelling together wide and far.

I especially like when you go off exploring Paris on your own,
the strangeness of Kansas City or your gigabit excitement in the Tokyo hi-tech zone.

I hope you enjoy the smell of autumn in Stockholm town,
on adventures in my pocket as the coloured leaves fall down.

I want your inner world, I want your soul,
I want your arms, your heart, your age as it turns old.

But the future comes but a day at the time,
every hour sweeter, minutes are sublime
bringing me closer to an era when you'll be mine.

Because surfer boys are like sea shells; pretty, salty and sprinkled across the shores. But instead of holding them to our ears we hear waves crashing simply by looking into their eyes.

Because from now on, a double rainbow will be synonymous with joy beyond words. And a double set of dark hair and shirts in the color of the sky isn't anything to complain about either.

We have a winner of the Most Beautiful Man Award. In this case, the beard just make Gregory Peck look like a gorgeous human, instead of the Greek God look he's sporting most of the time.

Some things simply do look a lot better in black and white. Maybe that's what Christoph Musiol though when he took these boy shots.

Mr. Wilder of Yeasayer would be even more attractive if he smiled occasionally, and with a beautiful face like that we really can't see what's not to be happy about.
Also, a tip when you've heard enough like's and you know's being misused in oral English, read interviews with American bands in French instead. Everything sounds wonderful.

Anand Wilder: C’était plutôt sympa, car on remontait sur scène deux ou trois mois plus tard avec de nouvelles chansons, du nouveau matériel. Pour les premiers concerts, nous n’avions même pas encore de chansons de groupe, on jouait nos morceaux solos.

The grey clouds that insist on covering our skies for weeks on end, would be slightly more bearable if beautiful men were to stand beneath these dark heavens.

It is all wonderful with "the rapidly evovling facial-hair canon", but sometimes all we want is some stubble and a long mane of curls.

Seriously, if the vampire is good looking in a way that is almost disturbing, Josh here is so very good looking it is purely, simply, absolutely wonderful.

Because there is something Mona Lisa-esque about your facial expression and by looking into your eyes we travel from Paris to the Middle East in no time.

Uh-oh, we have not felt this way about a guy we do not know anything about, besides working in a ecological kiosk and being incredibly handsome, for a very long time. We just have a really great feeling about it, and wonder what to do (or more likely, refrain from doing) to make this happen.