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MODERN GAY STYLE: MASK IT

Gay Face Mask Montagne Jeunesse

It’s been a manic week. As the year winds down, the party season winds up and all those late nights and boozy parties begin to take their toll. You’re tired and worn down but you keep pushing on, knowing that 2014 has almost come to a close. You tell yourself that if you can just make it through to December 31st then come the new year, you’ll be much kinder to yourself. Perhaps you’ll give up sugar or maybe it’s alcohol that is your vice and you’ll definitely aim to have more than five hours sleep a night. Until the clock strikes 12 in less than two weeks, you have free rein to do as you wish. Drink, eat and be merry but if you’re starting to look a little worse for wear (as I was this morning) then you might want to take a couple of minutes to yourself to indulge in some in-home pampering.

My idea of pampering is running a bath filled with Radox, making myself a soothing green tea, trimming my facial hear and putting on a Montagne Jeunesse face mask. There really is something luxurious about sitting in the bathtub, face masked, sipping tea and reflecting on the week that’s past. Today I used the Dirt and Grime Clean Face Masque that Montagne Jeunesse sent me from their men’s range and then tried the Blackhead Blitzer, which may have made me look like a fabulous Hannibal Lecter but left my face feeling wonderfully rejuvenated. I finished off with the Eye Rescue patches which use mineral rich sea algae to reduce puffiness and at £1.99 a pair are much more affordable than having to travel to a spa at an algae-rich tropical island resort for the same treatment. Thirty minutes later I was out of the bath, body feeling pruney but face as a fresh as an angel, ready to tackle the last days before Christmas and the inevitable food coma that awaits me on the 25th.

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THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LOVE AND LUST IS A BROKEN HEART

Matthew Terry Gay Male Model Gay Blog

The article was written by The Modern Gay for Match.com

When I was twenty-three years old I moved to Milan to study at university. Within a month I met a guy. He was the most striking human being I had ever seen. He was slightly taller than me, long brown hair, voluptuous lips, golden tanned skin, a strong Roman nose, beautifully lean body and the most impeccable style for which Italians are famous. He was the epitome of an ‘Italian Stallion’ and an example of the way that I had imagined all Italian men to look before I had moved to Italy. The first time I locked eyes with him, I felt his gaze reverberate through my entire body and I remember thinking to myself that this was what love at first sight felt like.

Milan being a small city meant that we frequented the same parties and places and on the weekends I would regularly spot him walking the streets of my neighborhood. On one fateful evening in my favorite club, Plastic, I finally gathered the courage to approach him. We spoke and danced and drank and immediately the sexual chemistry was palpable. That evening began a year long ‘relationship’ (and I use that term loosely) that taught me lessons to which I still refer today. He triggered a range of emotions inside of me that I had never felt before and as a result I behaved in a way that was completely out of character for me. Instead of being the confident, stable minded person I had always been, I turned into a lovesick puppy that craved his attention and affection. I thought of him as a drug. When I ‘had’ him I was on a blissful high but when he left me, the euphoria faded and I would crave him until I could have him again. It would often take days or weeks before I could have my next fix of him. Occasionally we would unexpectedly cross paths in a club or restaurant and I would spend the rest of the night pining over him and watching him from across the room. If we left together then I would be content but when we didn’t my heart would shatter and I would punish myself by listening to depressing love songs and crying myself to sleep. I’m not sure if he knew the power he had over me or the way that I felt about him but I imagine that the song lyrics I emailed him or the way that I looked at him were clear enough indicators. In retrospect, the manner in which I acted makes me cringe with embarrassment but at the time I was convinced that I was in love. But it wasn’t love. It was lust. I was in lust with him and it took a broken heart to come to that realization.

It is so easy to confuse love and lust, especially when we are younger, as they are both powerful feelings that can be easily mistaken for one another. Love and lust make our hearts beat faster, they are similar feelings that can overwhelm us so much so that we do things that we would never do and much like love at first sight, so too can we fall in lust at first sight. The difference between the two is that lust grows stronger the less of it you receive back from the person with whom you are in lust while love grows stronger the more of it you receive back from the person with whom you are in love.

Lust is sexually driven while love comes from a deeper place within one’s soul. Lust speaks to our egos, our bodies, our animal side and our insecurities. Love speaks beyond the physical, transcending… Continue reading here.

Image by ChuanDo and Frey

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