As I mentioned last Sunday, I have somehow ended up among a group of men ranked as “The Sexiest” on The Public Blogger’s international stage of artists known and The Neighborhood.
I know what you’re thinking: There goes The Neighborhood.
But the fact that I’ve reached the top six out of 100 men just goes to show that Trump’s campaign may not be the strangest thing we’ve seen this year. For example, with two rounds remaining, I am somehow ranked 1st after Sunday’s round of competition: “Sexy Poetry.” I’d like to say it’s because of my command of love language and ability to create sexually charged imagery that makes the heart beat faster; I’d like to say it’s because my machismo transcends the written word and internal passion that each of us carries, just waiting to be ignited; I’d like to say something really sexy right now but as you can see it’s not working.
What I CAN say is that I appreciate all the votes and support. Unlike when I was part of A Star is Born, I’m just having fun with this one and seeing what happens. Partly because competing under the moniker of being “sexy” honestly makes me uncomfortable. Besides, if you’ve seen me in that red thong, you know why I’m a humor columnist instead of an underwear model. However, if there’s an opportunity to demonstrate the value and importance of humor — whether as an art form among other types of artists, or to offer a different perspective on the definition of “sexiness” — I’ll do my best to represent it.
At least until I get caught.
For those of you who contacted me to apologize for not voting because you didn’t know about it, I truly appreciate that — but please don’t apologize! I purposely haven’t talked about it much here because I want to keep my blog what it is: a place to come have a laugh. Possible two, if I’m really on my game. I don’t want any of you to come here feeling like it’s a headquarters for my “sexiness campaign.”
That’s what my bedroom is for *cough cough*
Anyway, if you’d like to follow me during the last two rounds, there will be posts on my Facebook page. Otherwise, I’ll only be posting a few brief updates here.
That being said, I mentioned the latest round required writing sexy poetry. I knew I needed to tap (see what I did there?) into something that stirs my emotional and physical passion without also embarrassing my wife. Apparently, people felt it had a lot of sizzle…
This poem really saved my bacon…