I’m organizing a pretty major event that’s happening for 11 hours tomorrow. And Thursday I’m probably just going to be sleeping all day. And then I might go through some computer detox over the weekend, maybe. So I might be laying low for the next coupla days. Sorry! In the meantime, here’s the video for the new Girls Can’t Catch song, Keep Your Head Up. I love how the director went for “battle of the sexes” and took the group’s sporty name as inspiration, but then went with a) a game that doesn’t involve catching and b) the least exciting sport in the history of people moving around. Bonus points for setting the whole thing in a junkyard for no reason.
Or, how people found the blog this week:
Today:
really porn dancing
rich franklin gay
alizee has a pop track that is reminiscent
feel like the devil’s riding
nina hartley famous
“under gay”
michael phelps group sex
Monday:
cock alert
what are the lyrics to brooke hogan’s remix
michael dean naked
whos having an affair with claudia galanti
peter shilling major tom alvin and the chipmunks (more…)
Filed under: gay, porn, starfucking | Tags: fictional character starfucking, opportunities, poorly crafted filth
Several years ago, too broke to buy Christmas gifts, I wrote my best friend a novel. It’s true! But not just any novel, mind you. A pornographic Hardy Boys novel! When we stopped living together, he made a point of leaving behind any gifts I had given him in the past, and the other day I found the only physical copy of the book. It’s in manuscript form, and I had it done at Kinko’s, which means (of course) that it’s a little fucked up and one chapter starts twice and there’s some blank pages in the middle for no reason. But hey, whatever!
Anyway, the book is no good to me and actually pretty embarrassing and frankly I wouldn’t mind getting it out of my life. But if you’ve ever wanted to read about violent bathroom stall sex, brother-on-brother whoopie, or a mystery woman based loosely around Goldie Hawn’s character in Housesitter, send me something dirty. A story, some photos, something you drew on a napkin, whatever. It can be your creation or someone else’s, although if it’s someone else’s I’m going to want documentation of where you got it from (who wrote it, photographed it, whatever.) Whoever sends me the most interesting thing by next Monday at 5pm wins. E-mail your entries to yurigellerbentme@gmail.com
Filed under: personal, the dan fogelberg and hair metal decade | Tags: celebrity, judy garland, michael jackson
I wasn’t going to, but the death of Michael Jackson has occupied enough of my mind this weekend that I figured I’d try to articulate it. Most of these thoughts have probably been written dozens, if not hundreds, of times by other people with better blogs than this one. But here goes:
I’m sort of intrigued by the way news of his death spread. I personally found out via Twitter, originally via (I think) Pete Wentz, and then within seconds from everybody else, celebs and non-celebs alike, nearly all of whom felt the need to write heartfelt eulogies in 140 characters or less. By the time any paper could have possibly gone to print with anything, the whole world pretty much knew every detail, and had hours and hours to make their own observations, form opinions, and talk to their friends, rendering the whole print news vehicle sort of useless. Twenty-four hours later, people were over the shock, and pretty much everyone had already moved on to writing thesis-y thought pieces about the (self-proclaimed, lest we forget) King Of Pop. I’m actually pretty excited about this kind of information transition, if it’s done right: newspapers, no longer necessarily the bearers of hard facts, could actually get smarter. (Of course, that’s assuming things stayed relatively fact-based on the internet; and I guess that’s a lot to expect, as we all know.) (more…)
I’m taking part in a fundraiser for the Providence chapter of Books Through Bars this summer. It’s a Read-A-Thon, and for every book I read between now and Labor Day people will donate money towards sending books to people in prison. There’s over two million people in jail right now, and a lot of privately run prisons don’t have libraries (because, you know, why would anybody want to educate prisoners?) Anyway, they get book requests daily, and the postage involved in sending the books adds up.
If you’ve got some extra money to spare, or think you will after Labor Day, and you want to sponsor me let me know. (Even if you’re not in the Providence area.) Yurigellerbentme@gmail.com is the e-mail.
Filed under: shameless self-promotion
The Pop Chart starts at 5.
Listen here, follow along here.
The week’s forty hottest pop hits, plus some other stuff to mark the year’s halfway point. I’ll be playing some of my favorite songs of the year that weren’t pop singles. I feel kinda funny not doing some sort of Michael Jackson tribute but, uh, I don’t think I’m going to…
Filed under: people from rhode island | Tags: dalmatian print, five fucking dollars for a bud light with lime, pride
Rhode Island Pride was over a week ago now. I only stopped by briefly, and took some remarkably uninteresting photos. Namely these. (more…)
Filed under: heterosexuals, people from rhode island, porn | Tags: jackasses, stormy daniels
Adult entertainer Stormy Daniels came to Providence this weekend to perform at the exceptionally turquoise Club Fantasies. I’ve never actually been inside there, for some reason, even though my boyfriend works about two blocks from there and I used to have friends living across the street and I drive by it every day and also I really like strip clubs. But anyway, if I hadn’t been getting working all night I might have rallied and made it over there.
Except that I guess it didn’t end up so fun. Here’s what Stormy just posted on her Twitter (which I started following after rumors spread this spring that she might run for a Louisiana Senate seat):
Yeah. Way to keep it classy, Providence.
Filed under: books, gay, hookers, hot, music, people from rhode island, personal | Tags: a newfound interest in massachusetts, art, bearapalooza, chuck barris, flickr, kate bush, michael jackson, pride, rhode island, solange, stonewall, the coup
Two years after a hatchet-and-gun attack in a gay bar, New Bedford, Massachusetts, had its first-ever gay pride event last Saturday. New Bedford used to be one of the world’s major whaling ports, and it’s still a very surly, very Portuguese Catholic, city. (If you’re curious, it’s also the city where I bought the cutest pants ever, as it’s also become kind of an antique/vintage haven.) Here’s a tedious photo montage thing of last weekend’s events. I don’t mean that in a mean way, and I’m glad they’re doing it. But really, what a tedious photo montage thing.
San Francisco Pride, happening tomorrow, is bound to be infinitely more exciting, though.
Speaking of festivals, in the unlikely event that you happen to be near Longfork, West Virginia, next weekend, it’s Bearapalooza. (And, if you do get there, I’d like to see pictures!)
Joe.My.God reports on the fortieth anniversary of Stonewall riots and incudes a really condescending Daily News article from 1969.
With so many people rushing to their blogs to broadcast their love of all things Michael Jackson, I’m glad that somebody remembered to mention “Lisa, It’s Your Birthday.” [via Art Fag City]
As I’ve noted before, both anti-prostitution bills in Rhode Island might stall, with the legislature wrapping up before its summer break and spending some of its last hours debating whether or not we should be allowed to have Yankees license plates. (On a brighter note, they might finally legalize MMA fighting in Rhode Island.)
Irish Kate Bush fans attempt to co-opt James Joyce’s holiday, for some reason. (Okay, that happened two weeks ago, but still, why?)
For some reason this song, which appeared on a mixtape someone made me about ten years ago, started running through my head the other day.
Chuck Barris, former game show host, alleged former CIA agent, and inspiration for the wonderful, wonderful Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind, has a new mystery novel out.
Check out the Nudie Blues, as pictured above. I’m not sure who made them; the Flickr profile just says it’s a male in Berlin who is taken. I’m assuming his name is Alain, but I don’t know anything beyond that.
Filed under: hookers, people from rhode island | Tags: prostitution, rhode island
The House is out for their summer recess, which means that they won’t be around to pass Sen. Paul Jabour’s anti-prostitution vote. This is good, because even the state police and the attorney general thought it was a bad idea. The Journal article is actually pretty interesting, and I just woke up so I don’t think I’ll be able to do much more than link to that right now.
