The U.S. Coast Guard is the latest enemy of the good! We just heard that they’ve managed to seize two semi-submarines off the coast of Central America in the last week containing about 14 tons of cocaine en route to California. What the fuck.
Summer’s basically over, gents, but there is still much drinking to be done. Care of the Sword’s tireless editors we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in not just two meccas, but now three! San Francisco, New York, and LA. (Sorry, Cheyenne, we still may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
While the last few couples race to the alter shotgun-style to beat Proposition 8, other trend-setting gay singles are rushing to foreign countries (and to unwed mothers) in hopes of scoring this season’s hot gay accessory: little babies! Popularized by gay style icons such as Angelina Jolie, Madonna and Sarah Palin, adorable babies are being scooped up by single men everywhere, the New York Times reports.
Summer’s basically over, gents, but there is still much drinking to be done. Care of the Sword’s tireless editors we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in not just two meccas, but now three! San Francisco, New York, and LA. (Sorry, Cheyenne, we still may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
Queensland, New Zealand
August 29 – September 7
This annual events offers up powdery slopes, apres-ski socials, retro bowling, wine-country hiking and closing night dancing. Skiiers and non-skiiers alike have descended on the freshly coated mountain for a full week’s itinerary. If skiing is not your bag, there are scheduled alternatives, like hiking, and unscheduled alternatives, like drinking. Speaking of which, on the last night, the famed Australian DJ Kitty Glitter presides over the White Out Party, a raucous dance-fest that goes until dawn. More info here.
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in not just two meccas, but now three! San Francisco, New York, and LA. (Sorry, Cheyenne, we still may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump..
When we saw the recent cover of the Sports Illustrated,
we knew something looked familiar. So we took one part Unsinkable Mr.
Phelps and mixed him with a the designing doyenne of the Upper East
Side, Tory Burch. While we might not make it onto Project Runway yet, maybe the International Olympic Committee should expand into evening wear …
The Vatican is transferring the body of John Henry Newman, a Victorian-era Cardinal buried with his life-long partner Father Ambrose St. John in a shared tomb in Rednal, England, to a sarcophagus in the Oratory Church in Edgbaston, and gay activist Peter Tatchell is having none of it. While the Catholic Church claims that this step in elevating Cardinal Newman to sainthood is intended to allow pilgrims to come and pray over him separately–it is not traditional for veneration to occur over shared gravesites–Tatchell says it’s just pure, homophobic, revisionist history.
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MyComrade.com is an off-shoot of the East-Village-based fag mag founded by drag legend Linda Simpson (and her male alter-ego, Les Simpson) back in 1987 when we were just wee babes with no pubic hair and Ronald Reagan was still President. Since 2006 there’s been no issues of the mag, but luckily the web venture is a stylish, straight-up blog with plenty of witty headlines which continues in the mag’s model as “a kind of Vanity Fair/Art Forum/Mad Magazine for the gay smart set.” We especially appreciate the drag coverage, with an exclusive on Joey Arias avoiding hormones in Vegas and random photo dumps from 1998 including Mistress Formika and Michael Soldier, and photos from the last Tingel Tangel Club. And we also like eclectic finds like this flashback to the heyday of Greg Louganis.
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
There are a lot of videos floating around the ‘tubes of people singing along to, or singing alternate versions of, this summer’s lesbionic top-40 jam “I Kissed a Girl” by Katy Perry. While this kid singing in his car with orange hair comes in a close second, we have to give props to this rocking gay cover of the song set to edited footage from Matt Sterling’s 1994 opus All American starring Bo Summers and Chris Champion.
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It’s Dore Alley weekend in San Francisco, and boy howdy, we don’t know where this year has gone! Why, it seems like just yesterday we took that pic of that fresh bottle of piss lying in wait in the gutter for someone to enjoy. Anyway, for those of you in SF and NY, here’s a roundup of gay stuff going on this weekend in the two meccas we currently have the bandwidth to cover.
Porn stars are a small handful of people in the world who have the luxury of choosing their own names. One would think that they’d not only choose names that are sexy and easy to remember, but also check Google beforehand. In many cases the names they choose are already in use. Take the real Jeff Stryker: in a piece he wrote for Salon, the former executive director of the federal National Commission on AIDS, is positively indignant about having his identity usurped.
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Brent Corrigan and Grant Roy may have avoided indictment in the Bryan Kocis murder trial, but twink rival Caleb Carter is accusing him of another crime-and claiming he was the intended victim.
Americans for Truth and the American Family Association, two of those fundie orgs bent on convincing the world that Christians are good and clean and gays are disgusting petrie dishes on legs, are calling for a boycott of McDonald’s restaurants on the grounds that they’re being way too nice to the gays. They in fact held a “press conference” today, not quite at McDonald’s headquarters, but at the McDonald’s restaurant adjacent to McDonald’s world headquarters.” HA. This seems to come in response to the HRC praising the corporation for its domestic partners policies, donations to gay-friendly organizations and protection of rights for the transgendered. Using the brilliant logic fundies have always been known for, Americans for Truth’s Peter LaBarbera draws the comparison that healthy salads run counter to McDonalds’ support of the gay agenda. To wit:
You ever hear of this guy? Well, you would have if you’re from Indiana, or if you, like us, enjoy watching true crime shows on basic cable when you come home drunk at 3 a.m. and like to sit with the TV and a hunk of cheese. We offer you this brief profile of the accidental monster Herb Baumeister, who possibly killed more men than Jeffrey Dahmer and John Wayne Gacy combined all while living a peaceful suburban life with wife and kids in Indiana. So, if you’ve ever found yourself going home with a stranger and wondered if you might end up strangled and dismembered and buried in the yard, heed the following clues and you can thank The Sword for saving your life.
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
Thirty-nine years ago this weekend, the NYPD fucked with the wrong bunch of fags and trannies, giving way to four decades of civil rights fights, the invention of circuit parties, a boon for balloon artists and flag dancers, a bonafide industry dedicated to the manufacture of tacky beads and rainbow-patterned swimwear, and an excuse for every lesbigaytranny on two legs to get drunk or high one extra weekend a year in the name of freedom. (Our apologies to the sober ones-this weekend must be especially difficult.) It’s Mardi Gras without the showgirls (biological). It’s here. We’re queer. Where’s our drink?
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
The first time we went to Second Life, we ended up trying to have oral sex with “Walter Beebe” at a virtual AA meeting that we thought was a sex club. Later we went back and tried to pick up hookers at the Del Mar Hotel, then shopped for a virtual penis. Neither was entirely fulfilling, but it looks like we’ve got good reason to take another trip to the land of Linden: the Badpuppy gay porn empire will be unveiling Badpuppy Island tomorrow at noon.
Of all the rap superstars being not outed by the recent publishing of Hiding In Hip-Hop, it never occurred to us that the indomitable Lil’ Wayne might be one of them. The scribe of such masterful lyrics as “bitches wanna fuck like they’re me and I’m them,” couldn’t be playing for our team, could he? Then again, “bitches” is sort of gender non-specific. Then again (again), he also raps “naked women rub my back and ask me how was my night. i say, ‘bitch stay out my business.’ when we fuck she say, ‘just stay out my kidneys.'” We don’t mean to be rash but that seems pretty heterosexual to us! However, rapper TQ, formerly of the crew Cash Money, has come out calling bullshit on some of Weezy’s more faggeezy behavior (we know, that was lame but we tried). TQ tells “the world’s most dangerous site” AllHipHop.com:
Each time we compile the top ten list for a given week’s gay photographic achievements, there are requisite quotas that must be filled. Yes, we must have a shirtless celebrity that got our collective blood pumping, normally there’s a porn star tossed in for good measure, and we even make sure to terrorize readers with something embarrassing, ugly, or downright dark. Catching us off guard like a double penetration while blindfolded, this week offered up some new alternatives to this trend!
If you’re a die-hard leather queen, porn star or circuit bear, you’re probably in Chicago this weekend for the cataclysmic concurrence of IML, the Grabby Awards and Bear Pride. But if you’re not, and you’re stuck in the homo meccas of New York or San Francisco this Memorial Day, we’ve picked out a few options for you… after the jump
The Sword isn’t exclusively interested in drug- adoring porn stars and modern celebrities who can’t keep their shirts on. We’re also fascinated with the proto-homos of yesteryear — the ones like Rock, Tony and Paul — who helped build the foundation of twentieth century fagdom from deep within their Hollywood Hills closets. We also have a special affection for later gays like Elton, Truman, Charles and Freddie who pre-dated AIDS and parades, were modest in their outness, and who, therefore, our mothers were pretty clueless about until we told them. Today we look at another fellow from the former camp, a closeted leading man with a face and a body that would make any modern ‘mo feel tingly down there.
We know, we know: You’re hungover from last night, can’t stand to hear one more thing about Marc Jacobs and are amazed at how much air time the pregnant man is getting. Thankfully, you’re about to be rewarded for your endless consumption of gay-centric news. We offer up yet again a month’s worth of free porn in return for your amazingly high score on your gay news mid-terms. It may not be that Ed Hardy jacket you’ve been saving up for, but it’ll have to do.
By now we’ve all learned that much like spandex, high-waisted denim, and black lipstick, Photoshop is a privilege-not a right. Intended for the occasional editorial brush-up and perfect for getting rid of red-eye, dark circles, or God forbid acne, Photoshop is routinely toyed with by amateurs and misappropriated for evil. Some of these instances, such as Mariah Carey’s Beyoncified album art for her Emancipation of Mimi LP, are forgivable. Despite obvious tweaking of her body and skin tone,
Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York. Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).
Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…
Holy meat-curtains, Batman! While you were whiling away the hours in a K-Hole listening to the mind-numbing thumpa- thumpa-thumpa at the local discotheque, our lesbian brethren were plotting world domination!
We don’t usually cover the womyn’s beat, but just for you, and because it’s Monday, a roundup of all the celebrity muff diving news of the past few days.
Rumors have been percolating that Juno star Ellen Page might be a lezzy, and some feel that this clip on SNL might be her way of coming out in a round-about sort of way. However, she makes a mistake no card-carrying lesbian would dare make: 0:55 into the clip, she refers to Indigo Girls’
Ever since Bryan Boy — ”the most glamorous faggot in the Third World” — posted a side-by-side of Brent Corrigan and Zac Efron, our porn-drenched brains have been trying to take thing a step further by wondering who else we’d cast in the Hollywood version of the Bryan Kocis murder trial. For those not familiar with the case, here’s the Cliff’s Notes Version.
After the jump, our casting choices.
Two+ hours and countless fart jokes later, the 2008 GayVNs are over. While Derek and Romaine were limited to a five-minute intro due to bad press and an industry revolt, Lady Bunny hammed it up with Laugh-In segments and Benny Hill-style humor. High-larious. GRUNTS and Link were the big winners, but before we go back to our regularly scheduled pornography, we offer this uncensored look at the highlights of the best award show we’ve seen in awhile. Award highlights:
Best Videography: Brian Mills, H20
Best Director: Chris Ward and Ben Leon, GRUNTS
Best Picture: GRUNTS, Raging Stallion
Performer of the Year: Jake Deckard
Best Sex Comedy: The Intern, Lucas Entertainment
Best All-Sex: Link: The Evolution
Normally we find women who so openly embrace fag-hagdom either terrifying or morbidly depressing, but we just can’t help loving Kathy Griffin. Sure, the refreshing, brutal honesty and shameless love of gossip have been so played out in our direction that it at times feels like a condescending retread even from the best of them, but there are moments-shining perfect moments-when Kathy Griffin rises above every stereotype she wants to fulfill and really makes us proud to have her. We refer, of course, to the times when she actually manages to piss people off.
Faces-for-radio Derek Hartley and Romaine Patterson will host the newly revamped GayVN Awards in mid-February, GayPornTimes reported today. Drag legend and Lucas Entertainment star Lady Bunny will also be on hand to fight for the microphone. Derek and Romaine will bring their celebrated sixth-grade- late-night-phone-chat brand of entertainment to help enliven our industry’s annual rite of auto-fellatio, but honestly we’re more looking forward to the following inevitabilities:
1. Jason Sechrest Storms the Stage, Performs “The Trolley Song”
The director-cum-blogger-cum-publicity agent has already expressed his dissatisfaction with Derek and Romaine being chosen over him and Angel Benton, but we’re aching to see him make those threats a reality and do his patented porn-title-song-medley- in-the-style-of-Tori-Amos. Controversial!
This may be the first year that the GayVNs best the Golden Globes in viewership, and we couldn’t be more pleased: not only has our industry’s little fete grown in recent years, the clothes are more exciting. No offense to Valentino Garavani or Domenico Dolce, but porn star fashion — with it’s reliance on mesh, mess and meth — is infinitely more exciting. We’ve got 35 days until we can bring you the new Spring Collection, so until then, here are the nominations …
Has Britney Spears’ new album, Blackout, triggered something darker in Francois Sagat? In a twist reminiscent of The Manchurian Candidate, the album’s debut has caused Sagat to debut an increasingly esoteric and oft-terrifying cycle of videos whose explorations of identity borrow as much from Matthew Barney and Ryan Trecartin as they do, um, Titan Media or TRL. With his masks, his ass-less tights and his weird barking dog, it’s like he’s trying to tell us something; but what? In today’s lecture, we posit some answers.