Kevin

The middle-of-the-road ones in Manhattan.

Defender of all that is just/Allergen magnet.

shooting pool, lazing through the sunday times (lazing through sundays, period), seducing the pumpkin, dermatological disorders brought on by the sun/skin-to-skin contact/plant life/excessive sweating/the menstrual cycle/one's own immune system having issues with the ol' pigment, Airborne, US Weekly/In Touch Thursdays(tm), debating which advanced degree I want to pursue at the University of Amsterdam, BOGGLE, SPADES, Cottonelle FreshWipes(tm), napping with others, dancing like a gay, ellipses, checking weather.com every five minutes, ANYTHING Ms. Bodde, the news on howard stern, the ladies of the crystal cafe, the men of the u.s. football (or, as you people call it in your country, "soccer") team, explaining to people that no, i am NOT mike nolan's/susan elaine morrell's boyfriend, bars with gardens, shooting the shit with the gals at the office, random girls who post testimonials on my page

Naked, At Swim, Two Boys, The Hours, The Stranger, The BAR/BRI Courvoisier Mini Review, The Line of Beauty, Ethan Frome, The Secret History, The Sun Also Rises, and, though not quite a "book", Sweet Action magazine reads like a classic graphic novel.

Before Sunrise/set, Moulin Rouge, Ordinary People, Far From Heaven, Bad Education, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Lost in Translation, etc., etc...Oh!...and Jaws...and The Blair Witch Project...and *ahem*Sex Pigs: Volume One*ahem*...and Good Will Hunting. A recent second viewing of 'As Good As It Gets' led me to realize that it is manipulative and just plain shit. ...But I cried like a woman.

The Stone Roses, Coldplay, Magnetic Fields, George Michael (Wham! and beyond), Jacki-O, Belle & Sebastian, M.I.A., The Libertines, U2, The Arcade Fire, Missy Elliott, Radiohead, Shawnna, anything produced by Timbaland, nearly anything produced by The Neptunes, and Kelly effing Clarkson has not had a misstep in her relatively brief time with us.

The Fox 5 Ten O'Clock News (the 'Penny Crone' years), Sex and the City, Lost, AbFab, anything profiling Whitney Houston, Deadwood, Queer as Folk (UK), The L Word (esp. when Jennifer Beals loses it), the 'Behind the Music' spotlighting TLC, America's Next Top Model.

Capricorn

Gangly w/awkward limbs. Kind of like a newborn deer finding his footing. Like, all the time.

But I have really big muscles and no body hair.

...what's more, I have bizarrely lobsterish hands with super-opposable thumbs. No one pointed this out until college. Since then, nearly everyone I've met has made some comment about them. I like to reply that, because my thumbs are super-opposable, I'm the next link in the evolutionary chain; as someone recently noted, "them's spaceship-buildin' hands!"

...and while on the "appearances" tangent: I'm discovering that I'm wholly incapable of keeping my teeth together while smiling. Note the disturbing, Guy Smiley-esque effect in most of my photos. I'm working on ameliorating this.

Finally, after *seriously* considering updating my wardrobe, I've decided to say, eff it: I'm that guy at the end of the bar whose coat smells, however vaguely, like a fish 'n' chips shop. Cheers and tanks.

Someone who just wants to chill the eff out.

And, coincidentally, have lots and lots of gay sex. In the Netherlands. Our wives SO don't have to know.

...In case you weren't aware, I'm talking to YOU, Rafael van der Vaart.