Nobody can screw up a room like a gay man on a mission.

All the mythology about the deft taste of gay men may be great to keep the rubes shelling out the big bucks to home decorators with fire in their eyes — but buyer beware. Lemmings are committed to a vision too.

One thing that gay men have in abundance is taste. Not necessarily good taste. Just tons and tons of vivid taste.

And this aesthetic imperative, this relentless ordering of the world into “pretty” (or “trendy” or “ugly beautiful”) boxes, smacks up against another gay imperative. The swinish male onrush to have sex everywhere and with everyone. (read the full article)

Televangelism is nothing without its prophets. And on Trinity Broadcasting Network, the world’s largest evangelical TV conglomerate, it has something more than a prophet, it has a S*T*A*R:

The Cher of God TV, the pink-haired Lady of Galilee – Jan Crouch.

I’ll admit I make repeated pilgrimages to TBN, usually late at night when I’m frustrated with all the infomercials and text-messaging hookup ads. I tune in and fall under Jan’s dizzy, drunken spell.

Jan’s garish image is kaleidoscopic, never the same woman twice. There she is dressed in cotillion white while ministering to the drug-addled Born Agains in Houston. Jump Cut: There she is a disheveled, frighteningly sleep-deprived Jan cuddling black children in the slums of Haiti. Jump Cut: Back to the bright lit Rococo TBN studios where Jan sits on her throne chair and shares tales of how Jesus touched her life personally: He once raised her pet chicken from the dead. Someone in the audience cries “Praise the Lord!” (read the full article)

Here at Nightcharm, USA New Josman illustrations are always a cause for standing on our heads and reciting the Jabberwocky with wild hiphop gestures.

Josman’s illustrations make us dizzy — correction dizzier, with all they have to show us about phallic fun. And we do mean phun.

The Master has taken his digital pen and paint to a heart-tugging tale about one fellow helping out another. You see this other fellow — that’s him, above, in the white T with the nipple ring — he’s stranded (wouldn’t you know) in the middle of nowhere. Funny thing about nowhere: You can’t go shopping there, or take in a movie, or order an Orange smoothie from some cute bucktooth hayseed behind a counter. Boys being boys though, our two heroes figure out a way to flitter away the time … and each other. (read the full article)