That is all.
I’m off to a Marriage Equality meet-and-greet and then I’ll be seeing the Avengers (the wonderful 70′s punk band, not the wonderful television series.) Posting may be slow/non-existent over the next few days as my boyfriend and I will be beaching it up for the next couple of days with some out of town friends of his.
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Filed under: personal | Tags: bars, casey blake, fitting in, providence, the dodgers
I moved into my apartment six years ago this Sunday. On August 1, 2004, I was fresh out of college and fresh out of my parents’ basement. I only moved about ten minutes away from home (and about five minutes away from school), but I was leaving the suburbs for the city, and in Rhode Island terms ten minutes is a big deal.
Unknowingly, however, I moved to a neighborhood that’s more suburban than the suburbs are. Unlike all of my friends, who got trendy apartments in the Armory or in Fox Point, I moved to Elmhurst, perhaps the least hip area of the entire city. It’s mainly inhabited by the elderly and young families and middle-aged gay couples. There is almost no crime here and the only sounds I hear are the horrid people next door telling their kids not to play too close to the street or, sometimes, terrible folk music or smooth jazz coming from the house across the street. People here don’t have parties and they don’t like music and if they fight they only do it behind closed doors.
I like it. There are trees on the street and an Olmsted parkway and a bakery and a pizza place and a library. There are lots of people walking lots of cute dogs. Everyone that visits me gets horribly lost the first time they come here, but I also don’t see anyone I know unless I want to. I don’t really fit in here, demographically; at a city planning meeting I was once pooh-poohed by a woman who scornfully called me a renter, and at the monthly potlucks for the gays of the neighborhood–which, yes, those exist–I’m almost invariably the youngest person by about ten years.
Today:
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every 3 minutes and 30 seconds of every
“assi azar”
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“judas my heart”
Yesterday:
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texture is the best fur, she’s chinchilla
maude de bukkake
Cecile Aubry, the French actress and writer of popular children’s books, died on Monday of lung cancer at the age of 81. She is perhaps best known for the 1965 book Belle et Sebastien, which was later turned into a live-action television series starring Aubry’s own son, Mehdi. An animated Japanese version of the series debuted in 1980 and was picked up by Nickelodeon in 1984, which is when I used to watch it. The name was later adopted by Stuart Murdoch for his band, who I obsessed over in high school and who have something new coming out later this year.
I had a post ready to go today, but I just re-read it and I realized it’s very… angry. In fact I’m kind of a crabass today. Maybe it’s from one too many mornings of waking up at 6:30 to my boyfriend’s cat licking my sunburn with his sandpaper-tongue, or maybe it’s an underemployment thing, or maybe it’s because I’m just in a sucky spiral of boredom and despair and financial woe (because yeah, that’s happening again.)
Anyway, if I owned any kind of functioning portable listening device today would be a Long Walk With Moon Pix kind of day. I used to listen to that album a lot–a lot–when I was in college, and I’ve had trouble the last few years finding newer albums that attain that level of misery without being completely bad. [This is the 1998 Moon Pix version of "Metal Heart" and not the 2008 Jukebox version; I'm not sure what the deal is with whoever posted this video.]
Filed under: gay, movies | Tags: a single man, julianne moore, pandering to the gays, the gays, tom ford
(Or, Matthew watched another movie.)
In theory, I hate A Single Man. I hate it because it’s just further proof Hollywood won’t make a movie about gay people unless it’s completely fucking costumey. The film is set in 1962, which we know because it looks like 1962 and has cars from 1962 and people dress like it’s 1962 and read Aldous Huxley and Truman Capote like it’s 1962 and talk to each other with the formality of 1962 and also the perfect American family lives next door like it’s 1962. (Of course, even though we only see them very briefly, we learn that the marriage next door is completely loveless, because that is the secret behind all married couples in movies set in 1962.) When a voice on the radio starts talking about the Cuban Missile Crisis, you kind of want to start yelling at the screen. “What kind of movie are you trying to make here, Tom Ford? Forrest Gump 2?” That is what you want to yell.
Maybe it pisses me off because movies about gay people that aren’t treated as period dramas–this one, say–end up in distribution limbo for years while studios fight about whether or not people can stomach well-known Hollywood actors kissing on-screen. And maybe it pisses me off because when A Single Man came out, Julianne Moore’s character was pushed in previews as a lead who shares a bedpillow with Colin Firth’s homo English professor, when in the film they’re on separate throw pillows in the living room and actually she’s not even in the movie a whole lot.
But.
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Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: andreas dorau, die doraus und die marinas, fred vom jupiter
If my life is for whatever reason ever turned into a movie, this is the song that I would like playing during the opening credits. Or maybe the closing credits. Or maybe just during the big climactic scene at the end. Or the scene where I have somewhere important to go and my best friend sits on my bed and watches me try on my entire wardrobe, which will involve things like zebra-printed ascots and feathered caps and campy gay biker costumes. Or the scene where I have sex for the first time.
It’s called “Fred Vom Jupiter” and it’s by Die Doraus & Die Marinas; that’s Andreas Dorau driving the spaceship. This song was a big hit in Germany in 1981.
Filed under: shameless self-promotion | Tags: me me me me me, new york, sex blogger calendar, woodhull freedom foundation
Yesterday I was the featured model on the 2011 Sex Blogger Calendar website. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever been a “featured model” anywhere because, you know, this calendar is also my first time modeling anything.
But hey, there’s just ten days left for you to support the Woodhull Freedom Foundation by purchasing a day in the 2011 calendar . For $25 you get 80 characters of text that can go on any one day of the calendar. For $40 you can also get a copy of the calendar. And for $100 you can purchase five days. It’s a good investment if you’ve got a business you want to promote, a blog you want to hype, or if you just want send out a personal message to someone.
Plus there’s perks!
Last night, on a whim, I rented Terribly Happy, the new-to-DVD Danish thriller starring Jakob Cedergren as Robert, a Copenhagen cop who suddenly finds himself in a creepy rural town where the locals don’t take kindly to strangers. People in the (I think) unnamed town vanish a lot, but folks don’t seem to think that mysterious disappearances are the business of outsiders. In fact, the only person who warms up to Robert is Ingelise, a pretty blonde loner who probably has the most secrets of anybody. If the premise sounds a little bit like The Wicker Man, that’s because it is, sort of. But it’s also a dark thriller about small towns, and about the consequences of female sexuality in a backwoods town.
Director Henrik Ruben Genz takes most of his thematic cues from David Lynch and the Coen Brothers. Leading man Robert is, like all Coen Brothers anti-heroes, a little dopey, a little over his head and a little too eager to resort to violence. Ingelise is reminiscent of Isabella Rosselini’s character in Blue Velvet, and her roughneck cowboy husband could have stepped out of Wild At Heart or Mulholland Drive. (Obviously not everyone makes it through the film alive.)
Yesterday:
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Monday:
“boxer in a suit”
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