Christopher Owens and JR White, along with a cast of rotating backup players, make up Girls: San Francisco’s hottest new export. Their first-ever show at Cafe DuNord sold out and had rabid MySpace fans screaming along all of their lyrics, and they’ve since attracted the attention of everyone from the SF Bay Guardian to Pitchfork to SPIN Magazine without even going on a national tour
Southern Decadence may have been cut short, but New Orleans’ gay bounce music is still going strong. The local hip-hop variant has been increasingly dominated by a squad of trannies, sissy boys and out gay men who, far from segregating themselves in a gay ghetto, have become integral to the promotion in the actual ghetto.
Kansas City’s Cody Critcheloe and his band of camped-up crazies come together to form SSION, an electronic/grunge/punk music project from hell. Merging the ’80s synthpop style of Marc Almond, Yaz, and Nina Hagen with an attitude decidedly brattier, SSION is sort of like riot grrl with laptops and drum machines, only gayer. Many of the songs on this year’s Fools Gold LP are worth your iTunes dollar. In “Street Jizz”, an ode to late night cruising for the ages, Cody laments, “Gee whiz / street jizz / it feels more dirty than it really is / Late at night, in the park / we’re gonna shoot white light all through the dark.” Rumored to be working on a full-length album covering Hole’s Live Through This (more commonly referred to around Sword HQ as “the holy bible”), SSION recently leaked this preview to the web, covering Hole’s cover of the Young Marble Giants. Well, it looks like we’ve got everything covered, so you can cover your bases after the jump.
Last year, the New York City Fire Department caused a three-alarm scandal when they put Michael Biserta on the on the cover of their first-ever calendar and it was soon revealed that he had also appeared in some ultra-softcore porn swinging around his massive (and we mean massive) fire-hose-of-a-cock.
From the amount of coverage that various athletes and sporty things have been getting on the gay blogs lately, an outside observer might think we gays are actually starting to care about sports. Last week it the Men’s Olympic Swim team but this week: Rugby Mania!
Sex and the City may have left us bloated and flaccid, but if you strip away the four shrew fetishists, you’re still left with some good guy candy. The snail-trailing husband-chasers may not appeal to us, but the 0.5 seconds of a shadowy, swinging penis do. Some considered it to be “large,” and while it’s certainly impressive it may not deserve ALL the digital ink being spilled by our fellow bloggers.
Ever wonder what Sunday night is like for the flesheratti? Over cocktails with Jason Curious and in the shadow of his Grabby Award, superagent David Forest discloses his plans for a new porn empire, his “rehab” classes and girl-on-girl bareback action. Drink up, Lady Curious! You’re gonna need it.
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HBO has seen the writing on the wall, and it says “For a good time call …”
The premium cable network is developing several new adult-themed projects, including a project about a well-endowed father and basketball coach who decides to maximize his income using his best asset, and is titled, appropriately enough, Hung. The project, lined up by HBO Entertainment president Sue Naegle is a dark comedy but hopefully with a woman at the helm, we’ll get to see more than shadows.
Graphing the life cycle of trends in male grooming can be difficult. For example, Adnan Ghalib. For some, a full beard, opaque dark chest, and strands of back hair that you can make braids out of is a classic look that will never go out of style. For others, waxing and shaving is an addiction that knows no bounds, and total baldness will always be a goal. However, we’ve noticed in recent years a steady decline in manscaping and a penchant for the hairier, more rugged aesthetic, both in porn and in mainstream Hollywood. Instead of building a complex chart, timeline, or bar graph on this formidably intellectual matter, let’s just watch Jesse Metcalfe as a cultural litmus test.
They called them “theatrical” or “perpetual bachelors,” but we call them GAY-and we’ve always been a little baffled looking back at the proto-homos of yore and wondered how their big secret got so well kept. We understand that before AIDS and parades we weren’t exactly on the suburban radar, but COME ON NOW. After the jump, we continue our series on pioneering gays who used to be called, simply, “a little funny.”