Spending the weekend in Cheung Sha beach with Chris and my non-sexual wife, Emma. We figured if we were gonna be attacked by a tropical rainstorm, we might as well be trapped some place pretty. Fine sand, gently rolling surf, lots of trees, old village houses, gorgeous residents... Such a pretty patch on Planet Earth, Cheung Sha is. The only thing more arresting than the picturesque setting is the battalion of impossibly sculpted bodies on the beach. My dear friend, Paul, a PR maverick, calls Cheung Sha "The Gay Hamptons."
Chris and Emma ran off for a little dip after lunch. I wanted to do so, too. And after three intense training sessions under the watchful guidance of Bridge Hudson (2012 Mr Gay HK 1st Runner-up), I was hopeful I'd have enough confidence to frolic shirtless along the beach.
Not just yet.
Five minutes in front of the full length mirror and countless selfies later, I'm still not convinced that my body's fit enough for public consumption, in spectacularly perfect Cheung Sha.
Soon. We're werqin' on it.
Soon.
Yo!
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it
Pump up the jam pump it up
A pump it up yo pump it Pump up the jam
Pump it pump it pump it pump it,
Yo!
// THE HYPERACTIVE GAY BOY™ //
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