For all the hype and praise DRIVE received, even without Ryan Gosling undressed, the film really is a refreshing Hollywood release that focuses on the darker personalities and fringe aspects around town. Compared to other highlights of 2011, this film was made on a shoestring budget of $16 million. FYI, Johnny Depp received $20 million to star in THE TOURIST—sad. But DRIVE’s real success rests in the fact that it became the catalyst and poster child for a sub culture of low-tek nostalgics that have been working independently, and are now seen as using the same vocabulary to create a vision of the world. It’s the BLADE RUNNER affect all over again.
You know what, stereotypes are damn funny, and so is making fun of celebrities. The difference here is that one type of humor jabs at an individual, while the other just panders to the most basic, simplest choices of social signifiers, like skin color or eyelids for a quick laugh. Never mind diet.
Then there’s the issue of authority and license, and proprietary humor, and all that jazz. We still play up stereotypes. They’re just delivered by people deemed acceptable to kid around with the material, those we’ve entrusted to re-appropriate the humor, striping much of the tension away so everyone can laugh. Thank god one of them is Fred Armisen, the Portlandia guy who does a wicked Obama impression on SNL.
When I think of Eastern Europe I think of painfully beautiful lithe young men with carefree attitudes about the adult film industry, engaging in gloriously erotic scenarios that have turned them into gay celebrities across the globe. The Bel Ami boys, for example. You can pop into a café from Chelsea to Castro and engage in a discussion with a complete stranger on the subject. Conversely, I’ve come to think of aggressive homophobia and street beatings tacitly condoned by the Serbian Orthodox Church. I’m guessing their dogma leads its followers in prayer, something to the key of, “Dear Jesus, beat them. Amen.”
When Faye Dunaway graced the screen in BONNIE AND CLYDE, you knew you were on the wrong side of the tracks. You got the same feeling once Melanie Griffith took off her black wig in SOMETHING WILD, or when Carrie Anne-Moss confidently strutted in THE MATRIX. These women got what they wanted. Men were around, but our attention and the camera’s gaze were directed on fairer – though not necessarily gentler – sex. Muscles and guns, stubble and sneers are a dime a dozen. Watching a woman break the rules, and make her own, is a breath of fresh air. In short, bad girls are oxygen.
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No one gets a crowd to mingle and chatter better than the Gays, stereotypes be damned. So when the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals ruled Proposition 8 was just a hate monger of a bill that looked to treat a section of tax paying Americans and their families as second class citizens, the bull horns and boutique hand soap boxes came out of the closet faster than the freshman class of High School for the Performing Arts. Everyone got to talking, tweeting, instagramming, and expressing them selves in anyway they felt prudent.
Everybody loves a bad girl, and the indie crowd at Sundance is no exception. This year we had ladies heating up the phone lines, facing off with nature and, well…doing drugs in the powder room. But, mirror, mirror on the wall? Who is the best bad girl of them all? You’ll have to read on to find out:
It’s that time of the year, kids, where Hollywood and its satellite equivalents convene on a small piece of American paradise—Park City, Utah—to peacock around in the latest pieces of après-ski fashion. And also to discuss cinema or film, or whatever’s currant, before they leave. This year’s selections are looking especially intense, with a hot list of LGBTQ films and shorts in the mix. For the past thirty-four years the Sundance Film Festival has been one of the most inviting opportunities for Queer cinema. Check out some of the highlights from this year’s schedule, and place bets as to which one you think will be the next PARIAH.
Last week, Odd Future affiliate, DJ, producer, singer, and overall badass Syd tha Kyd decided to do what young urban punks do in an interview, she flew off the handle giving her unedited opinions on the state of culture. And that’s a polite way to say Syd is frustrated at the lack of gay role models in urban music. She went as far as to question the legitimacy of Alicia Keys’ marriage, along with Queen Latifah and Missy Elliot’s sexuality. “You know she loves her some bitches,” is an exact quote.
A lot of people think the end of the world is something that will happen abruptly when no one’s expecting it, like a great flood (Katrina), or massive earthquake (there’s a big one yearly—Haiti, Virginia all the way up the east coast—but who’s counting) or even an alien race intent on genocide before plunging the planet’s natural resources. But good social conservatives, and the occasional homophobe, have been seeing the warning signs for decades. Slowly but surely equal rights have been granted to homosexuals in America. Can you believe it? They want to be like everyone else. Here are a few highlights from the past that make this eschatological theory plausible.
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Like any good reality show, the 2012 republican primary race is riddled with hypocritical and anachronistic characters that couldn’t be more entertaining if they were scripted. What makes them so buzz worthy is that they believe in a lot of the rhetoric they’re dishing out. But what’s even more mind blowing is they’re really speaking on behalf of their constituents, who in turn will defend the candidate. So color me, and my log cabin, crazy because I recently found out that Rick Santorum has gay men coming to his defense. I don’t really have a log cabin, it was just the obvious reference, but apparently Rick Santorum might.
We know it’s hard to invest in a story, play, or essay these days. But with Kindles, Nooks, iPads, old fashion print, and audio books, there are convenient ways to keep your brain stimulated and find time to text. Besides, looking like you care about something other than a video game score during your morning commute totally increases your sexy points in the voyeuristic eyes of fellow passenger. Here’s a list of new releases for 2012 that should keep you current, occupied, and slightly out of reach from all your fans.
They met, they fell in love, they rented a U-Haul. It’s the classic lesbian story arc; two law enforcement officers find their soul mate and set out to forge a life together on the sunny Florida coastline. To complete the picture—in what could be considered the ultimate two-mommy move—the couple decide to co-create a child. One woman donates her fertilized egg to be implanted into her infertile partner, who then carries the child to term; and out pops a baby girl with a hyphenated last name. Picture perfect. Except in the end the couple decided to split. Cue the U-Haul.
So we’re at the start of another year, and we’ve already heard the same resolutions buzzing about: eating better, going back to the gym, tossing out the jeggings. But none of these can put the energy back into a friendship between a woman and her best gay (well, maybe tossing the jeggings). And seeing as this relationship is more solid than say 99% of your other ones, it’s time to get that spark back. Consider some of these BGF relationship resolutions if you need somewhere to start:
It was the night before Christmas and all through New York City there were scores of singles reaching out via text, email, Facebook, or the old-fashioned phone call, making plans for the evening. My girl Cherri’s family was scattered across the country so she relied on her friends for company and a stiff drink celebrating the birth of Christ. I wanted to stay in and brace myself for the onslaught of family, but met her anyway. The whole BGF thing isn’t some television gimmick.
With the right pitch anything is possible. It’s like Harvey Milk said, you just have to have hope. Thanks to Kickstarter there is an unbelievably wide variety of Queer projects set to take off. From films about Brooklyn’s first African American-owned gay bar, to documentaries about gay porn and gay rights pioneer, the scope is as diverse as the community they stem from. Here’s a sampling:
It’s a strange world we live in when TMZ Live is a source for discussions of social progress and political sound bites. I refer to the news, I mean entertainment source, when I want to verify rumors like the untimely demise of Jon Bon Jovi (false!). But when its daily show had Mark Cuban on,…
Ah, the inevitable girl-on-gay-boy crush. Distinguished men, and the trade that love us, recognize this scenario? There’s a party, you’re drinking, you’re best friend—the greatest woman since your mother—is drinking, too. Everyone is having a blast dancing, and tacky jokes keep you laughing. But once you make eye contact everything changes as the hormones responsible for many-a-baby begin to stir in your best girl. You’ve got a crush on your hands, so what are you going to do about it? Coming out of the closet was supposed to have settled all of this. But if you’ve got to deal with it, do it tactfully.
The world was touched by the Boston Globe article about a family’s love for their transgender child as they braved unknown challenges that resulted in small but powerful local change, validating budding medical practices, and proving America’s love of family is alive and well. Young people are becoming more honest about their sexuality and identities earlier in life, almost eradicating the rite of passage known as coming out of the closet. The Internet, along with the media’s portrayal of characters that experience this angst-ridden niche, provides a voice to young people drowning in a pool of isolated depression—so thank you, gay-liberal-Hollywood-mafia agenda. Having parents that are brave enough to accept what they do not understand, or never expected, from their children can have a positive effect on everyone involved. This is not an isolated phenomenon, rather a beautiful example of our emo-world in the 21st Century.
Art plays an important role in society. It is a cultural mirror, a telling portrayal of some of our more irrational or eccentric tendencies. We appreciate the perspective it provides, but it’s always more entertaining when life imitates art, as was the case with Rick Perry’s latest presidential commercial. Tricky Ricky asserts that openly gay military personnel are the latest abuse of separation of church and state. Meanwhile, he’s dressed as Ennis Del Mar, America’s tragic man crush. Guess Rick went to the loo during the thirty-second guy on guy love scene in Brokeback Mountain. What else could explain his sartorial choice? No matter, the look works for him. Here’s a quick style guide for a few of the other 2012 Republican contenders. Lights, camera, and all that jazz.
At some point we’ve all been eager to enter a scene bright eyed and bushy tale, usually putting what is thought of as our best foot forward, personality and fashion wise. You’re wearing you’re heart on your sleeve, and your wallet’s pretty empty. Let’s face it, you’re wearing every last dime because not everyone has a powerhouse PR team and the blessing of a celebrity stylist, or designer—let alone both—to balance the enthusiasm of being the new kid on the block with a desire to be a fashion plate, subjected to public scrutiny. Ciao Clay Aiken.
Poor Kelly Osbourne, losing her fiancé to a transsexual model. And poor Neal Patrick Harris, putting his foot in his mouth co-hosting Live with Kelly, uttering “Tranny” on national television, twice. NPH is a terrific poster child for gay men and Queer America (men had ceded that role to Ellen and Rosie, even Gaga). It seems Ms. Patrick Harris realized using the T-Bomb was in poor taste, and tweeted an apology, maybe because as a gay man he understands how people let hateful words fly absentmindedly. I really felt pity for the gentleman—for Kelly O, things happen.
The best parts of having a stylish gay man by your side are trusting his opinion to help create an outfit and taking his advice on handling new relationships. However, sexuality aside, your friend is still male and, by nature, has a different perspective on situations. So we’re sure blindly following his strong opinion can sometimes leave you wondering, is he turning me into gay man? Keep your head up for a couple tell tale signs and gauge whether or not your platonic paramour’s pointers have you teetering on the edge of an inadvertant sex change or not.
The holiday season is a real test of a gentleman’s taste and mettle. While it’s the thought that counts, your best girlfriend has — without a doubt — come to anticipate your gift to them every holiday season. Since we know you’re not one to let her down, here are a few suggestions to keep your favorite lady up to date and the center of attention. Right next to you, of course.
Gays have great taste, and to this day we’re not really sure why. Call it an appreciation for detail—or a cunning desire for the best. We like our clothes, toys, and accessories to reflect a sophistication our best lady friends have come to rely on. So what does one get a Gay with impeccable taste? Here are a few suggestions to keep your men in a rarefied class of their own.