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24
Sep
08

6 Reasons You Should Get Into the Gay Rodeo

We’re home from the rodeo, and I’m proud to say we’ve returned having won rodeo experience, new friends, a belt buckle for chute dogging, and a pulled abdominal muscle.  I don’t know what was best about the weekend: the competition itself, hearing the announcer wish Sam happy birthday both days, or hearing him say “the Page boys are married… the family that rodeos together stays together.”

Lots of photos on Sam’s site.

Every time Sam and I go to the rodeo, on the way home, I have the same thought: there’s no good reason that more gay Angelenos aren’t getting involved in the gay rodeo:

  1. Hot cowboys and cowgirls from all over, (who have the resources and sticktuitiveness to commit to a sport, travel for it, and keep livestock). Continue reading ‘6 Reasons You Should Get Into the Gay Rodeo’
03
Sep
08

Mario, Michelle, Ellen and the Jonas Bros. on the Lot

The Jonas Bros. played a concert across the street from my office, on the WB lot, taping for the Ellen show.  Mario Lopez was there for the network, and Michelle Obama was there encouraging on-site voter registration.  Now that’s what I’m talking about.

27
Aug
08

Hollyweird: McConaughey’s Dad Had a Huge Schlong

Matt in Dazed and Confused

As reported on FOX news: Matthew McConaughey’s Mom writes in I Amaze Myself, her modestly titled, tell-all book.

Kay McConaughey used to make love to her husband, Jim, as a way to say goodbye every morning.  That’s adorable (and recommended).  On one of these amorous mornings, however, Jim Continue reading ‘Hollyweird: McConaughey’s Dad Had a Huge Schlong’

27
Aug
08

Pro-Hillary “Nobama” Elizabeth Joyce Milks Her 15 Minutes

Whether it was the five-minute standing ovation, her monumental speech, or the freshly-coined phrases like, “No way.  No How.  No McCain,” there is no doubt that Hillary Clinton threw her full support behind Barack Obama, and set the DNC on fire last night.  Plus, Chelsea looked fabulous.  It’s hard to believe that everyone wouldn’t be on board after such a night.  And the ‘big guys’ haven’t even spoken yet.

But just when you thought Hillary’s “Twin Cities” joke was the funniest of the night (and it was hysterical), along comes presumed posterchild and mousy malcontent Elizabeth Joyce on Larry King Live.  Leader of donation-requesting, lunatic fringe website Just Say No Deal, Ms. Joyce gave a hatter-mad interview, using SNL-worthy darting eyes, sudden sharky smiles, and shrill, self-absorbed suggestions that her party flip-flop was born of campaign trail antagonism.  Cry me a river, honey.  Thank God Tivo allowed Sam and me to fall out with laughter at this several times before going to bed, and that YouTube can bring it to you here.

Something from the DSM-IV?  Racism?  Fatigue?  Stage fright?  Unrequited lesbian obsession?  You decide.

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18
Aug
08

Barack Obama, as You Have Never Seen Him

Sam and I set out last night for one our favorite Mexican restaurants: the newly refurbished El Chavo in Los Feliz. We headed west, by way of Silver Lake when on Sunset Blvd., just before Dodger Stadium, we encountered a wall of rainbow-colored portraits of Abraham Lincoln that looked oddly, and simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar. Continue reading ‘Barack Obama, as You Have Never Seen Him’

16
Aug
08

Lily Allen, Our Hero(ine)

Lily Allen is brilliant and political, with the freshly-leaked GWB (Guess Who Batman) a.k.a. Fuck You Very Much, a plinky Carpenter-esque mashup with a message to the hateful and narrow-minded BNP – a British far-right, gay-hating, white supremacist political party. I didn’t need any more reasons to love this girl, after what I’ve heard of her, but I may as well add two more. She’s got more balls than a snooker table and her heart in the right place. If she’s not at the top of the list for every major metropolitan Pride, then some queens are not paying attention. Check her out.

The lyrics follow: Continue reading ‘Lily Allen, Our Hero(ine)’

15
Aug
08

Sam and Bronson by Tom Bianchi

In late March, Sam and I were invited to Tom Bianchi‘s home in Palm Springs to be photographed for one of his upcoming Bianchi Men collections. It was an honor and a privilege, and a learning experience that transcended the photography itself. Tom shared with us the philosophy behind his art.

It’s always fun to be shot with Sam, and I was thrilled that Tom was recording the last fleeting days of my thirties. This was the week before my 40th birthday.

The photos have arrived, and Sam and I are really pleased. I think they really capture the excitement of the day, and the intimacy Sam and I share. I love the ones with Sam reading Tom’s copy of Where the Wild Things Are, dedicated to him by his friend, Maurice Sendak. Tom said he’d send one to Maurice, and Sam was thrilled. So here are the shots I can share with you. Warning: if you click here, you will see our butts. Continue reading ‘Sam and Bronson by Tom Bianchi’

30
Jul
08

The Most Dangerous Script in Hollywood

The red journal.I spent the first five years of the millennium on a therapist’s couch: a noisy, brown leather one that always left my ass damp from sweat. When I told Dr. S that I’d been molested, survived it sane, vanquished my molester, and written a musical about it, she didn’t bat an eye. “What better way to deal with really difficult material than to soften it with levity and music?” she quipped.

It made perfect sense to her just as it had made perfect sense to me when I wrote it. Happy or sad or angry, or peaceful, we usually choose a soundtrack to help us channel those emotions, or to soften their blow. That’s why there are break up songs and mix tapes.

That’s what I’ve done with Damages. I’ve used the operatic style of 13 mostly lesser-known Queen songs to convey some of the best and worst days of my life. In fact, the bounciest song in the soundtrack is sung at easily the darkest and most crucial moments. It’s not just irony, it is the remedy of light into darkness that placed it there; it’s also that contrast that makes it rightfully disturbing.

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21
Jul
08

Mommie Dearest vs. The Dark Knight

The Dark Knight is sold out, solid, all over town, so Sam and I stayed in this weekend and tried to approximate the experience as best we could, by watching Mommie Dearest.

The first time I saw Mommie Dearest was within a year of the premiere, but on HBO, at home. I was 12 or 13. Soon thereafter, I got into a fight with Mom and called her “Mommy Dearest.” It earned me the requisite slap across the face. God, how dramatic. In fact, we both realized we’d been caught up in a wave of self-concocted drama and busted out laughing. How Camp. (That link, btw, is the best intellectual discussion of Camp, ever.) Continue reading ‘Mommie Dearest vs. The Dark Knight’

16
Jul
08

Off-Beat Porn: Leather & Pinstripes

Okay, we’ve covered the suit fetish, which is fairly well-known. We all know about the foot fetish, which definitely extends to dress shoes and men’s hosiery, although that part is completely lost on me. The gloves, the shoes, the couch… all black leather. It might not be lost on you, so find out. Check out this clip of very specific, completely SFW, and beautifully-produced, off-beat porn.




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