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.
