The theatre, but since that is where I work, only on a limited basis. I read alot, mostly biographies and historical tomes, but the occassional work of fiction creeps in. Surprising people in my masculine pursuits when the times arises, quoting Vince Lombardi at the strangest times, in general, what I do has no interest to any one else but me.
Whitney Houston, just to give her the impetus to shed that shy exterior and start going down that rocky road to gay superstardom, basically she needs to gains a shitload of weight, lose it, gain it again, lose it and then burn in her own intense fire, a veritable suttee of faggotry! Burn bitch, burn!
the gamut, you name it I probably enjoy some facet of the genre...except tejano, I don't know why, I just cannot abide Selena et al.
Umberto Ecco, because I feel smarter just for opening the damn thing, biographies on nearly everyone I can get my hands on, from Edith Wharton to Caravaggio...
Winston Churchill, Cristobal Balenciaga, Madeleine Vionnet, Maureen Mcgovern, my sister Emily, Mariano Fortuny, John Singer Sargent, Desmond Heeley, Madame Gres, Travis Banton, Piero Tosi, Eurydice and DikoNico