Filed under: books, gay, hookers, hot, music, people from rhode island, personal | Tags: art, rhode island, pride, kate bush, a newfound interest in massachusetts, solange, bearapalooza, stonewall, michael jackson, the coup, chuck barris, flickr
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.
It’s kind of a sad day for celebrity news, with Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett both dying. But on a brighter note, director Paul Morrissey seems to be doing better after being hit by a U-Haul truck the other day. Though the internet is almost completely devoid of information on this subject, Bruce LaBruce’s Twitter reports that the filmmaker is doing better and isn’t, as previously reported, brain-dead.
According to the website contactmusic.com–I don’t know either–the seventy-one year old director of two of my favorite films–Flesh and Blood For Dracula–was more concerned about his accident upsetting the health of his ninety-six year old mother. Morrissey was a regular at Warhol’s Factory, despite the fact that he was straight-edge and not super-gay. I have no idea why he stuck around, but his work with Warhol, especially Trash, is (sometimes) really beautiful.
[image: Joe D'Allessandro in a still from Flesh]
Filed under: books, gay, heterosexuals, hot, magazines, not hot, porn | Tags: hiv, sarah palin, books, porn, commercials, murder, david letterman, matt lauer, sex trafficking, wrestlers, assholes, meteorites, le tigre, christina aguilera, steven klein, the jews
The Sarah Palin-David Letterman feud fascinates me; the Alaska governor told Matt Lauer all about girls having low self-esteem because of comments made by older men, which maybe isn’t necessarily wrong, exactly, but holy shit does she have a horrific way of conveying her ideas. Also I don’t believe she ever thought he was talking about her fourteen-year old daughter. And it’s completely unfair to claim that Obama’s family got away with shying away from media scrutiny and her family didn’t, since the Palins actively sought it out; also the Obama children aren’t working examples of why his political stance is flawed. Letterman’s response to Palin’s insanity was extremely well-handled and actually pretty funny, considering the subject matter.
The Curvature reports on a horrific story about a father and son who kidnapped women and held them hostage as sex slaves; when they were finally arrested recently in Nashville the three women–at least one of whom had not seen freedom in several years–were all booked on marijuana possession charges.
The two Nebraska wrestlers that appeared on naked-dude website Fratmen.com said in an ESPN interview that they’re surprised anybody even found out what they had done. That’s the cute-ish Paul Donohoe pictured up at the top of this post.
A Fox News writer in a speeding SUV hit a cyclist in Central Park and dragged him on his hood for 200 feet before speeding off.
A 14-year old was hit by a pea-sized meteorite traveling at about 30,000 miles per hour.
Le Tigre are apparently not broken up, and apparently they’re not completely mired in the major-label bullshit they for some reason seemed really anxious to get into, but they are working with Christina Aguilera. Personally, I’m hoping this results in Xtina covering The The Empty.
After working out, choosy robots choose instant mashed potatoes.
Timothy Boham, who performed in gay porn under the name Marcus Allen, was found guilty of murder the other day. His lawyers had argued that the victim, Denver businessmen JP Kelso, had committed suicide, and that the murder scene was staged later to collect insurance money.
Perez Hilton leaked naked pictures of a drug-addled-looking Dustin Lance Black barebacking and giving somebody a blowjob. As with Milk, the film that made Black famous, I was largely unimpressed. Even though I thought this warranted a mention, I still can’t bring myself to link to Perez Hilton.
Towleroad reports on Steven Klein’s new cover for Electric Youth magazine. I have no idea how big EY is, that it can afford to send a famous fashion photographer to South America to shoot something like this, but the whole thing sort of gives me the willies.
A porn performer tested positive for HIV recently; the LA Times wrote a story with conflicting ideas about what that might mean for the industry.
“Like Jews elsewhere, the four represented varying degrees of Jewishness.”
Last summer I decided only to read Harlequin romances when I went to the beach, and I started with one called The Virgin And The Unicorn, which was about a princess and a boxer with meaty thighs who wanted to open a home for wayward children in her evil father’s castle. This year, I think I might have to investigate Tess Mallory, who writes time-travel romances about Scottish rogues.
Filed under: hot, in praise of athletic beauty, starfucking | Tags: detroit red wings, henrik zetterberg, hockey, starfucking
Though I would be lying if I told you I had more than the most superficial interest in hockey, that’s not to say that I’m completely ignorant of its charms. It’s pretty much the only sport I like to watch in person, for one, and NHL games make a lot more sense to me now that half the games don’t end up with a tie. I still don’t understand why the season drags into June when it should be over by, I don’t know, early April, but really who am I to say.
Anyway, the Stanley Cup might be decided tomorrow. Detroit’s up 3-2 over Pittsburgh in the finals, and if the Red Wings win tomorrow they’ll keep the trophy for the second consecutive year.
One of Detroit’s superstar players–and the reason I’m writing this post–is Henrik Zetterberg, the Swedish left wing. Last year he won the Conn Smythe trophy, which goes to the most valuable player in the post-season, and this year he’s scored 24 points during the playoffs. More importantly, he’s a total hunk. After the jump, Exhibits A-I, showing why this man does things to me. He’s a little bit Jared Leto-y, as many have noted, but clean-shaven he also looks a lot like Bobby Briggs. Obviously I prefer him with his beard, though.
(nb: That’s his girlfriend, Emma Andersson, in the next picture. Holy botox!)
Filed under: gay, heterosexuals, hot, magazines, movies, porn | Tags: arson, clue, madonna, maine, michael cera, models, national geographic, porn, portland, public access, slap magazine, the gays, the martinez brothers, va$htie
The Grand View Topless Coffee Bar in Vassalboro, Maine, mysteriously burned down the other day. The owners didn’t have any insurance and it’s unlikely to reopen.
Fashion modeling can be creepsville. Which isn’t really surprising, but still.
Ben Greenman wrote an article for Maud Newton on Portland’s abundance of both writers and strippers. Unrelatedly, but worth mentioning, is that I only just noticed Oregon (and South Carolina) have both passed Rhode Island in terms of unemployment.
Andrew from Synthetic Pubes/Fuck Yeah Cilantro has an article on Filthy Gorgeous Things about the state of porn today. I have more to say about this, but probably won’t ever get around to it.
Here’s a map (it’s a pdf) of lesbian and gay rights in the world.
The Utne Reader reports on robots that can play Clue and possibly work as minesweepers. If I were ever going to play something against a robot, it would definitely be Clue. And if I were ever going to be a crazed collector of something, it would be Clue boards and ephemera.
Slap Magazine, though it (sadly) doesn’t exist in print form anymore, is still doing some pretty cool stuff online, like this portfolio of skate photographer Brian Gaberman.
The awesome Martinez Brothers got a really good write-up in the Times the other day.
If you join National Geographic’s Twitter (@natgeosociety) you get a subscription offer of $1/issue. Which I would totally do, if I actually had twelve dollars right now (I don’t.)
This dude talking about Madonna’s Till Death Do Us Part–a song I’ve been hearing a lot lately–is kind of hilarious, in an awkward public access dude way.
Michael Cera turns 21 today. Now I can legally fantasize about plying him with liquor before having my filthy way with him. Because, and I’ve said this before but it’s worth repeating, Michael Cera is ridiculously, mysteriously hot. (Though I say that as someone who has seen a total of about ten minutes of Arrested Development, so he was actually nineteen (in Superbad) the first time I ever really noticed him. Which is, you know, less creepy than if I liked him when Arrested Development started six years ago)
My busy schedule has led to, among other things, a significant decline in my Tumblarity. Now I’m only as popular as Fuck Yeah Va$htie. (Va$htie being, if you didn’t know, the girl who directed the new Kid Cudi video. Pardon me while I yawn a lot.)
Filed under: gay, heterosexuals, hookers, hot, music, not hot, people from rhode island, personal, porn | Tags: 2010, colors, dragonette, google, melody gardot, new zealand, porn, robyn, sexcrime (two thousand nine), size queens, teairra mari
Or, things I saw on the internet this week but didn’t write posts about:
Russian man gets penis enlarged by three inches, then changes mind when the chicks don’t dig it. [via The Edge of Vanilla]
New Dragonette! New Dragonette! New Dragonette! [via, oddly, Sexual Ambiguities]
My new favorite Tumblr. Mainly because its very first post (two months ago) is still possibly the best.
Is your Jason Mraz lyrics?! [via My Ecdysis]
This interpolation of I Got Your Man makes no sense, and does nothing to change my feeling that Robyn peaked creatively in 1996. The Girl and the Robot’s growing on me, though, but it has little to do with her and everything to do with Royksopp.
There’s a new site for the 2010 New York Sexbloggers calendar. Coincidentally, I just got around to hanging up my 2009 calendar this past week. Hopefully the ‘10 edition will be more practical and not fill up every single box with messages. (I forgot about two events I was supposed to go to today and no matter how many times I try Google calendar just isn’t my thing. Arggh.) [via Debauched Domestic Diva]
In New Zealand, a “sexual appetite” is akin to having a “dark side.” I mean, I’ve seen Once Were Warriors, but Jesus. (Actually, this is an article about an escort who fell in love with one of her clients and then killed him when she caught him with another woman. Tawdry!) [via $pread]
The Ivor Novello Awards, which are British awards for songwriting, were presented on Thursday. The Ting Tings, somewhat surprisingly, won for Best Album. [via This Is Fake DIY]
This is quite possibly the sleaziest porn I’ve ever seen. Just hearing 30 seconds of that music gave me a popper headache, and by the end I felt like I should be puking Jager. [via Sperm My Cumhole]
Teairra Mari’s new single has a video with terrible acting at the beginning and a crazy neon paint towards the end. The song’s chorus sounds like it should be a sample, but isn’t. It’s kind of an anti-chorus, really.
I really like Melody Gardot’s old-timey video for Baby I’m A Fool. At first I was thinking she sounded like Adele, but then I realized the song just sounds like jazz for old people. In other words, I feel like a big lamewad for liking it as much as I do.
OK, off to shower. If you’re in Providence, there’s a fair chance you’ll see me dancing at Xanadon’t tonight. That is, if I can convince the BF to leave the house.
Filed under: gay, hot, music, not hot | Tags: adam lambert, afterelton, jason mraz, justin timberlake, the gays
Last week AfterElton came up with their annual Hot List, comprised of 100 dudes that send the gays swooning. Because the list is decided by the public it is, of course, kinda dumb, particularly since the public in question are the mainstream gays who still aren’t over Queer as Folk.
39 of the top 40 spots on the list, not surprisingly, are all white dudes. #39 is the president. Apparently, in order to be considered really “hot” you need to either a) be gay, b) play gay, or c) be on some crappy TV show where you take your shirt off a lot. Neil Patrick Harris, who’s two for three, tops the list, probably propelled to the top by his Joss Whedon connection. Being in something Joss Whedon-related is basically the equivalent of being knighted in the Kingdom of Gaydonia.
Today’s the last call for submissions to the Superqueer Art Happening that’s taking place in Providence this June. I’m looking for edgy, provocative visual art in all media (including 3D and video). Work on the smaller side (no bigger than 24X24 framed) is preferred, though honestly that’s more of a “these walls aren’t so sturdy” thing and less of an actual space issue. So if you’ve got a large print or something light I might be interested in that.
The submissions I’ve gotten so far look really good. Lots of photography, which is always exciting.
Send your submissions–today, preferably, though I doubt I’ll actually get to them before Monday morning–to yurigellerbentme@gmail.com. More details can be found at the gallery blog.
