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.

After developing a record setting 5-6 intermediate crushes the last two weeks before Christmas, a few Stockholm boys are present in our imagination, where we are playing with the thought that they were celebrating Christmas with us.

One would charm grandma completely with his eloquence and tall, blond appearance. Another would be cuddled up, reading next to us in her turqoise leather sofas and join us for a Florida vintage shopping spree at the Goodwill stores. One would curse the capitalist ways as we drive along the Tamiami, and we would engage in delightful arguments over the Turkey.
The fourth would, au contraire, praise the entrepreneurial spirit, but besides that we're not sure what he would be up to. Another would most likely enjoy everything, but a highlight might be lying close together on a blanket on the beach.

Yes, yes, we know the difference between dream and reality. But to quote The Economist's end-of-year-issue further and The Idea of Progress; "Everytime someone tells you to "be realistic" they are asking you to compromise your ideals."

And that's something we try to avoid to the greatest extent.