Born in 1959, country-western singer Randy Travis has a face that would send me running for the exit: long and narrow, with a gigantic forehead and tiny, beady eyes -- and he wasn't much cuter when he was young.
I've never heard his voice, but it has apparently won him a shelf-full of Grammies, CMA, ACM, and AMA awards (whatever those are).
His discography looks rather heterosexist, with a liberal addition of Jesus-Saves Gospel: "It's God's Amazing Grace that brought me this far."
Is it just me, or do people who mention God in every other sentence tend to be homophobic?
Not much gay content in his acting career. I thought he played Will's wealthy cowboy client on Will and Grace, but that was Harry Connick Jr. Travis has been in some cowboy movies and Christian dramas.
He's apparently been "plagued" by "accusations" of gayness, which he "vehemently denies." Sounds you think being gay is about the worst thing in the world, cowboy.
He's been married twice. In 1991 he married his manager, Libbie Hatcher, who was 20 years older than him (yeah, I know, a double standard). They divorced in 2010, and in 2015 he married Mary Davis.
No kids. A lot of "family, Family, FAMILY" lyrics, though.
Not very good fodder for a gay sausage sighting story, but I have one:
Warwick, Rhode Island, August 1984
Call me Carlo. I'm a Rhode Island boy. I drink coffee milk, say "cah" instead of "car," and know who won the Governor's Cup in 2017 (Brown). I can't imagine living anywhere else.
When I was growing up in Warwick, Rhode Island in the 1960s and 1970s, the Warwick Musical Theater was a place to stay far away from, if you had any interest in being cool. They called it "The Tent," although in 1967 the original circus tent was replaced by a gaudy, candy-colored theater-in-the round.
It specialized in dinosaur acts: Wayne Newton, Tom Jones, Andy Williams, Perry Como (who we called Perry Coma). No rock, unless you count Sha Na Na. No black performers, except once Sammy Davis Jr.
I graduated from high school in 1975, majored in English at Roger Williams and the University of Rhode Island, moved to Providence, and in 1982 got my first job, as an entertainment reporter for The Cranston Herald. But I tried to steer clear of the Tent. A kid's ballet recital! A society luncheon! Anything but that.
But one day, the editor told me that on Sunday, August 5th, the Tent was having "A Night with Barbara Mandrell and Randy Travis." He ordered a review, plus an interview of one or the other.
I had heard of Barbara Mandrell, but I couldn't name one of her song. I had never heard of Randy Travis, but his picture showed a nice physique and a considerable basket. Besides, I figured, a guy is a guy.
The full post, with nude photos and explicit sexual content, is on Tales of West Hollywood.
I've never heard his voice, but it has apparently won him a shelf-full of Grammies, CMA, ACM, and AMA awards (whatever those are).
His discography looks rather heterosexist, with a liberal addition of Jesus-Saves Gospel: "It's God's Amazing Grace that brought me this far."
Is it just me, or do people who mention God in every other sentence tend to be homophobic?
Not much gay content in his acting career. I thought he played Will's wealthy cowboy client on Will and Grace, but that was Harry Connick Jr. Travis has been in some cowboy movies and Christian dramas.
He's apparently been "plagued" by "accusations" of gayness, which he "vehemently denies." Sounds you think being gay is about the worst thing in the world, cowboy.

No kids. A lot of "family, Family, FAMILY" lyrics, though.
Not very good fodder for a gay sausage sighting story, but I have one:
Warwick, Rhode Island, August 1984
Call me Carlo. I'm a Rhode Island boy. I drink coffee milk, say "cah" instead of "car," and know who won the Governor's Cup in 2017 (Brown). I can't imagine living anywhere else.
When I was growing up in Warwick, Rhode Island in the 1960s and 1970s, the Warwick Musical Theater was a place to stay far away from, if you had any interest in being cool. They called it "The Tent," although in 1967 the original circus tent was replaced by a gaudy, candy-colored theater-in-the round.
It specialized in dinosaur acts: Wayne Newton, Tom Jones, Andy Williams, Perry Como (who we called Perry Coma). No rock, unless you count Sha Na Na. No black performers, except once Sammy Davis Jr.
I graduated from high school in 1975, majored in English at Roger Williams and the University of Rhode Island, moved to Providence, and in 1982 got my first job, as an entertainment reporter for The Cranston Herald. But I tried to steer clear of the Tent. A kid's ballet recital! A society luncheon! Anything but that.
But one day, the editor told me that on Sunday, August 5th, the Tent was having "A Night with Barbara Mandrell and Randy Travis." He ordered a review, plus an interview of one or the other.
I had heard of Barbara Mandrell, but I couldn't name one of her song. I had never heard of Randy Travis, but his picture showed a nice physique and a considerable basket. Besides, I figured, a guy is a guy.
The full post, with nude photos and explicit sexual content, is on Tales of West Hollywood.