Earlier this week Pulp announced a show at Radio City Music Hall, and tickets went on sale at 10am, and when I checked at 9:59 tickets hadn’t gone on sale yet and when I tried to but two tickets at 10am they were sold out already and when I tried to get one ticket at 10:01am that was also sold out and then when I tried again at about 10:04 I got stuck in this endless loop of Ticketmaster wait time.
Argggggggggggh.
Today’s the last day to send in your nominations for the Naked Pictures Of Your Dad 100 Hottest Men That Ever Lived countdown, which will be taking place next month. All entries can be sent to mixtapesforhookers@gmail.com, and, as a little incentive, every man you nominate enters you in a drawing to win a pair of copies of Headmaster.
Men nominated can be any age (or at least any age over 18), and profession and any body type. The full list of suggested prompts is after the jump:
The cover story in the new issue of the South Florida Gay News takes a look at a five-year sting conducted by the Palm Beach Sheriff’s Office against gay men in county parks. It’s a very frustrating story, though sadly it’s also rather predictable: Two cops, Peter Lazar and Van Garner, made over 600 arrests between 2005 and 2010 by convincing men to expose themselves to the officers on public property.
Allegedly the detectives were there in response to a request from the Palm Beach County parks department, but the paper’s investigation reveals that no such request was ever made. The director of the parks department, at least, says he had no idea about the operation, even though it took place under his nose for five years.
It’s not surprising that the parks department didn’t make a claim about a rampant sex problem, though, because public sex seems to happen only rarely in Palm Beach County. During Garner and Lazar’s five years on the job there were a grand total of four arrests for men having actual sex with other men in the parks. (And if there were only four arrests, that might have only been two actual sex acts.)
Over on Naked Pictures Of Your Dad, I’m taking nominations for next month’s list of The 100 Hottest Men That Ever Lived (Or At Least Lived During The Era of Photography and Video). To give the list some diversity, I’m offering prompts each day and asking people to email me up to three suggestions for each category.
As of right now I’m taking suggestions for Hot Athletes and Hot Canadians. I’ll keep updating this post with each day’s prompts… If you have favorites, send suggestions to mixtapesforhookers@gmail.com.
Filed under: gay, hot | Tags: billy miller, fred jensen, naked pictures of your dad, patrick o'brien, ron amato, statistics
We’re rapidly closing in on the end of the year, so I thought I’d present you with 2011′s twelve most popular posts on Naked Pictures Of Your Dad. (I’m going by unique hits to each photo’s page, not the number of Tumblr likes and reblogs. Though I should mention that, despite several lengthy posting breaks this year, my number of Tumblr followers more than doubled.) Actually, each of the top ten posts got about a thousand more hits than the corresponding posts did last year.
Boners and stuff after the jump:
Filed under: music, personal | Tags: guilty pleasures, me me me me me, one week one band, personal
Over on One Week One Band this week people are guest-posting about their favorite album closers… The posts on Blur’s “Yuko and Hiro,” Fiona Apple’s “I Know,” and the Magnetic Fields’ “Take Ecstasy With Me” are all excellent. I wrote something, too. I was one of the few (the only?) person to choose an album-ending single and it’s one you’ve probably known forever, even if I didn’t know it myself until I was in my mid-twenties.
Actually, with the move I’ve got all my vinyl with me but none of my CDs, which is part of the reason why I didn’t end up writing about “Bar Italia” or “The Dancer” or “O Girlfriend” or “Constant Craving” or “Glory Box” or “Just Call Me Joe.” Also, I considered “Jealousy,” but I’ve already written about the Pet Shop Boys there…
Filed under: music | Tags: kathy kirby, obituaries, the british, the sixties
Amid all the year-end obituary roundups that have recently surfaced on the internet, one name I haven’t seen yet is that of Kathy Kirby, the British singer who died this May and who was, at one point, Britain’s highest-paid television star.
I suppose that shouldn’t really come as much of a surprise. Kirby never had any hits in the US, and her last British chart appearance was forty-five years ago. Still, her booming voice and her bizarre, sad personal life gave her quite a dedicated fanbase.
In 1954, at the age of sixteen, Kirby approached famed bandleader Burt Ambrose and asked him outright whether she could sing with his band that night. Hearing her powerful vocal chords he agreed, and that led to Kirby’s traveling the nightclub circuit with Ambrose for three years before she embarked on a solo career. He eventually became her manager and, later, her husband, despite the fact that he was forty-two years her senior.
Filed under: heterosexuals, movies | Tags: carey mulligan, michael fassbender, movies, sex addiction, shame
Shame was basically made for me. It’s intensely slow-moving, there’s full-frontal male nudity within the first two minutes, there aren’t very many characters, and more attention is made to arty cinematography than to keeping the audience happy. I like all of those things. We also get to watch the man who played both Magneto and Mr. Rochester this year fucks a bunch of people, which is not a small thing, either. As with the Marvel antagonist and the Bronte character, we are attracted to his charms even though we’re constantly reminded that he’s kind of a dickbag.
Or is he?
The beautiful Michael Fassbender plays Brandon, a successful New York businessman. Society and economics and Michael Douglas movies have all trained me to understand that New York businessmen are all kind of jerks. But Brandon’s not a bad guy, or at least he’s better than his young boss, a married lecher who wears expensive hoodies under his sportcoats and hits on women like a tenth-grader would. Just because Brandon has a fancy apartment and a delightfully long penis and a suave ability to nail roughly 50% of the women he sets his eyes on doesn’t make him evil, or even particularly troubled. He’s single, happy that way, and consensually doing what he wants to do with women who also seem to like what he’s doing.
Last year, in lieu of making one New Year’s resolution, I decided to resolve lots of things. Rather than One Big Change, I thought what I really needed was A Bunch Of Little Changes That Might Add Up To Something Significant. There were 38 items on the list I came up with, ranging from the very specific (eat more vegetables) to the very general (rely less on others.) Some would be very easy, like look at more art and get glasses, and some would require major work, like getting published more and being more fiscally responsible.
In general, I failed almost completely at just about every action item.
