Bewitched?

As much as I'd love to metamorphose into the perfect househusband in khakis and a sexy lil apron, I certainly wouldn't want an imperfect husband like Darrin. And I do mean the husband Darrin in Bewitched. If the rest of you guys are like me and have been brought up with regular reruns of 1950s sitcoms, you'd know what I'm talking about ( not forgetting the recent, much less fascinating retool of the series Bewitched starring Nicole Kidman and Will Ferrell ).

Somehow I always saw Darrin as the helpless, dimwitted husband who continually tried to keep poor Samantha from showing her true colours - which is why I never actually liked him. Damned controlling bastard. Spellbinding Samantha would have done so much better to have wiggled her pretty lil nose, turned him into a frog and moved on to the next guy - perhaps some hunky tool-time neighbour?

Damn, the things i could do with some magic. I'd have turned Colin Farrell into Darrin instead of Will, that's for sure. I mean, come on, we needed some serious male eye candy there.

Unfortunately even practical magic - and some serious male eye candy - couldn't help one of my blogfriends with his problems. At least I can hope to be called his friend. For a young gay man, coming out has always been a real hurdle - and the biggest leap to take is the one when you finally confront yourself with your unconventional sexuality. It isn't easy finally staring at yourself in the mirror, and it's even harder when you find yourself disliking what you see there. Wasn't easy for me either and it took me a while to get where I am, actually loving what I see, warts and all, love handles and all :)

I might not be the sexiest guy who ever walked the earth but I'm fine the way I am ( that doesn't mean I don't hope to have the perfect abs! ). Gay, bi, straight... those are all plain words and it all doesn't matter actually. God, this is gonna sound so damned Oprah but it's what's inside that matters. I hope my friend gets to appreciate how beautiful he really is one day.