Joe Dallesandro — the iconic Andy Warhol muse and possibly the hottest dude in the history of hot dudes — sits down with James St. James and implies that Andy only liked him for his nipples.
A couple months ago, Karl Lagerfeld offered the following twitteration: “Loving someone is fine, but they have to love you back or it doesn’t work.” And Karl’s new muse, Baptiste Giabiconi, will never love us back.
In Ohio, a stripper attacked a new girl on the job with her stiletto heel; and in coincidental news in New York, Russian model Anastasia Khozisova has started a “stiletto boot camp” to train ladies and trannies how to put bass in their walk.
Zach Condon, the wunderkind behind the stylistically indefinable music entity known as Beirut, was once a young music prodigy growing up in Santa Fe.
The 2009 GayVN nominations are out, kids! As per uje, there are about nine thousand of them! And did we mention this year’s porn oscars are going to be QUITE A SHOW?
We at The Sword thought it was about time we acknowledged that January was designated National Drag Queen History Month.
British gay porn stud Aiden Shaw had a long career in the industry, weighing in at about 12 years (and 10 inches),
Venerable San Francisco dive Aunt Charlie’s Lounge plays host each Friday and Saturday to the most genuine, old school, unironic, and (figuratively) punk rock drag show we’ve ever seen: The Hot Boxxx Girls.
For some of us goths, Halloween recognizes yet another day to dress like the damned, take GHB, and blast Ministry records in our rooms while plotting the deaths of neighborhood children just as we would on any given Friday evening.
Meet Julie Masking. Underneath the silicone/latex veneer, she’s a regular old tranny who won Miss Fire Island in 1997,
Conventional wisdom once held that the internet would ruin off-line cruising, but gay men are an industrious bunch.
In case you haven’t been religiously tuning into the greatest program in television history, “Paris Hilton’s My New BFF” on MTV, allow us break down for you the crucial points.
Is there an emoticon for drooling? Would it look like this? :-O*****
In the new issue of VMAN Magazine (featuring the Hedi Slimane contest winner on the cover), macho pin-up photographer JD Ferguson showcases some of the season’s most suitable sportswear hanging off the hips of Tyler K., Tyler L., and Charles Devoe in browser windows surrounded by iChat boxes.
Gay indie film directors may aim higher than porn, but they shoot ’em just the same. In the 80s and early 90s, the characters in gay films tackled AIDS and coming out; about a decade ago, they began tackling each other. Take the closing night film of last year’s Frameline LGBT Film Festival in San Francisco, Shelter. Beneath all that tender coming of age surfer drama lay a sexy cross-generational flesh fest, with more titty than a copy of Playgirl.
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.
Every hundred years (of Madonna’s lifetime), the planets align, the earth reaches a precise distance from a black hole of total vapidity, and the biggest divas of a generation-Mariah, Kylie, Janet and Madonna-all release albums at the same time. While numbers say one thing, we couldn’t help wondering where each oft-impersonated female entertainer stands in the heart of those who matter: the gays. We served the following question to our polling panel of around two dozen bitchy homosexuals: Who’s THE FIERCEST of them all? The results, in all of their critical vainglory, after the jump.
They once performed a “living sculpture” in which they invited fellow British gay artist David Hockney over for dinner, along with several other friends, took photographs, printed limited editions of the menu and invitations and created other documentation like an index sheet of stains from each of the foods and beverages consumed that night. Gilbert & George, who have been making art together since the late 60s, are now being featured in a retrospective at San Francisco’s DeYoung museum which was organized by the Tate Modern in London.