If you read only one personal story on the web today, please make it my pal Jake's about his chosen family. Then take a moment to think about the thousands upon thousands of stories yet untold it represents.
To whom it may concern: Your friends are not getting "gay married", they're getting married. You are not going to a "gay wedding", you're attending a wedding. Words make reality. Lose the superfluous quotation marks. See also: "lady doctor", "male nurse", etc.
Despite being a big Days of Our Lives fan throughout high school and college, I don't really follow the soaps anymore. I've got several friends who are simply mad for the Luke and Noah storyline on As the World Turns, but the tortoise-like pace with which those boys were permitted to proceed to their first big kiss was enormously frustrating.
In the dawn-tinted Parthenon of awful gay movies, Cruising stands alone. It doesn’t merely backfire; it backfires brilliantly. ...
Cruising was certainly a shocker in its day. The 1980 thriller is set in the night-world of New York’s orgiastic backrooms, peepshows and open-air fuck-fests that ran 24/7 in the bushes of Central Park. A then hot and nasty Al Pacino goes undercover to attract a serial killer, decoying himself as a hungry bottom in wife-beaters and low-slung jeans. The killer, meanwhile, a lanky, long-torsoed lad whose face is always concealed, is shown tricking and then killing his bound-up S&M partners — a sort of buyer’s remorse we usually associate with the black widow spider — ever whispering in his victim’s ear the moronic catchphrase “You made me do that.”
Chris Jones shares trade secrets of a Chicago theatre critic. The really good ones, like where to park and get grub. However, as one commenter notes, nearly every theatre in Chicago is accessible by CTA trains or buses, so a great tip is to leave the car at home.
There's something that appeals to the obsessive and the transportation geek inside me about mileage running, but I have the impression it's something you don't mention you do at parties.
Rick & Steve, Logo's new animated series about the world's happiest gay couple, premieres tomorrow night. Voice talent includes Alan Cumming, Billy West, Laraine Newman, Margaret Cho, Peter Paige and more; it's created and directed by Q. Allan Brocka (late of Boy Culture) with music bits by Jeff Marx and Robert Lopez (Avenue Q etc.).
A little help? Where might a homosexual gentleman go in Manchester, England—on a Thursday night, say—to enjoy drinking and dancing with similiarly-inclined fellows? Specific recommendations (in other words, I've already assumed a stumble down Canal Street) are appreciated. Have you any favorite nightclubs? Do let me know. Thanks!
"Doctor Who writer Russell T. Davies has targeted pop princess Britney Spears as a desirable guest star to feature in the next series of the science fiction show." No. No no no no no no no no no no no no. Oh hell no. No.
"One of the best-known riverfronts along the Mighty Mississippi is slowly giving way. ...orange fencing and other barriers are used to keep the public away from sinkholes and broken concrete along the river's edge."
Good kid with a good name does a good thing. "After the only grocery store in Truman, Minn., closed earlier this year, 17-year-old Nick Graham bought and re-opened it to help save the struggling community."
GayProf looks at the tub-thumpers. "Even within the queer community, we hear claims that bathhouses 'make us look bad' or 'are indecent.' To those queers who suggest such things, I say, 'Kiss my ass. Why do you want all queers to "fit in" so badly?'"
"If you are writing for a general audience...it may be helpful to envision one typical reader...and write as if you were sending a letter to that person. If your friend wouldn't understand a term or phrase, don't use it." And more good advice.
"I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral" is not just a song lyric. I've done it. Hey, I've got funny friends. Even the dead ones. Hell, my mom and I cracked each other up at my dad's service. Still...dead puppies. As weapons. Stop giggling.
If you build it, they will come. In this case, the "it" is the 24-hour glass cube-topped Apple Store on Fifth Avenue in New York. Here's a time-lapse Quicktime movie (in segments) of the store's first 24 hours.
SIGNS OF THE TIMES: This website for a sperm bank catering to lesbian couples, Man Not Included Dot Com, puts me in mind of a t-shirt my funny friend Jill (the lip-schtick lesbian) used to wear for a fake summer camp for dykes: Camp Menowannawienie.
Speaking of spooge, the theory that semen can be a mood elevator (which I've found, anecdotally at least, to be true) could, if proven, change the anti-depressant medication industry into a service-based one, n'est pas?
DID I SAY THAT? It must be June, since reporters have begun to call the high-profile queers in their Rolodexi and ask "what gay pride month means to you" (or some variant thereof). That's why you'll catch me averring in today's Post-Dispatch that "It is no longer enough just to be gay".
MUST SEE J.D.: It appears that NBC has scheduled a little Scrubs mini-marathon Tuesday after next, June 25. If you're not already hip to the funniest sitcom on TV — featuring cutie Zach Braff as a first-year resident and the scrumptious John C. McGinley as his gruff mentor — it'll be a great chance to sample it.
CHALK IT UP: The theme from Simon in the Land of Magic Chalk-Drawings periodically scales the distance of nearly three decades deep in my psyche to get stuck in my head. Here's a small site dedicated to the animated cartoon about a boy whose chalk drawings come to life, which I watched when it aired in the United States as part of Captain Kangaroo. [I nicked the "Simon" link from Boing Boing which you should be reading every single day.]
You can order Vans shoes, a long-ago staple of my wardrobe, online.
CNDB.com: The Celebrity Nudity Database. Because, you see, you can look up anything on the web.
Mac Merch: You could buy me just about anything on this page for my birthday, if you'd like, and I'd be awfully pleased. I guess I missed my chance to buy one of these "Moof!" shirts, but I'd settle for this one. (Not for $40, but still...)
HOW HOT WAS IT?: McSweeney's serves up a steaming selection of punchlines. It was so hot...
NAUGHTY: An illustration of (one of the many such) double standard the Motion Picture Association (MPAA) has regarding same-sex/opposite-sex onscreen sexual relations and affection.
I LOOKED ALL DAY... for the answer to a relatively simple question I had about AppleScript syntax. No wonder AppleScript is considered one of the Macintosh's best-kept secrets. It's powerful, but damned if you can find the documentation. Dig this funky URL!
"Another point I would make: some people think gay rights doesn't hurt anybody, but I would say to be a single male over 40 years old, the gay movement is very hurtfuldefinitely detrimental to my position, because I am a totally heterosexual individual. In the past, I would have gotten credit for that. Today, people say, 'Why aren't you married?' Or, 'Maybe he's gay.'"
"I will speak personally. I'm a conservative on this matter. I am a tolerant person, but I believe sexuality is a private matter and it should stay private. I do not believe in gay expressions of sexuality in public, period. If someone says, 'Well, that's unfair,' well, I would say, 'O.K., now we can have a 1950's morality as far as heterosexual expression of sexuality.' But I do not believe that gays should be kissing in public. I don't believe in openly homosexual people! It used to be it was a mental illness. Today they think there's some biologicalthe bottom line is, the answer to that would be they're now proving that schizophrenia has a biological basis. You're born with schizophrenia, too, but no one's saying, 'Well, that's normal.'"
Um, hey there Sparky: maybe your problem isn't that women think you're gay. Maybe it's that they think you're a backward, Victorian jerk. Eh?
Brad L. Graham is a writer, editor, riverboat gambler, fashion consultant, softshoe dancer, professional assassin, freelance factotum and singer of sentimental ballads.The BradLands is his home on the web.