The telenovela’s single greatest achievement: perfecting the spectacle of hissing drag queen manqués in mall wear whalin’ on each other.Read More...
Do check out On The Set’s amazing array of TV set dollhouse replicas (he’s stacked, by the by), including this jaw-droppingly awesome miniature take on The Golden Girls set.Read More...
Struggling to find the perfect gift? In need of some novel gift-giving inspiration? Antipathetic toward gift baskets and scrapbooks?
Here are some must-haves that are sure to satisfying giver and receiver alike.
For the film connoisseur in your life:
The Falcon 35th Anniversary Box Set boasts for fucking decades of boner-baiting, haunch-banging, ass-blasting action, beginning with the heyday of the porn-stached ’70s and continuing down the loooong line to the cum-basted New Millennium.Read More...
If you have yet to buy Christmas presents, instead of getting out of it by claiming Scientology like I’ve tried, here is a great idea for the last minute shopper and their loved ones, or those to whom they are legally bound.
Amy Sedaris, best known for her character, Jerri Blank, in the Comedy Central show Strangers with Candy, has taken on crafting in her new book Simple Times: Crafts for Poor People.
I’m in a bit of a late ’70s/early ’80s glossy Women-In-Jeopardy movie phase right now (The Eyes of Laura Mars, Tattoo, The Fan, A Stranger Is Watching) and since Cruising ditches imperiled models, fashion designers, and shutterbugs in favor of just applying all the conventions to provocative, metropolitan men, I had to pick up this secondhand copy of the Gerald Walker 1970 novel — which I frankly didn’t know even existed — when I spotted it atop a street vendor’s stand.Read More...
This one’s gonna take me a while to walk off.
I knew I had to cover it. I understood it ran contrary to everything I value. I accepted that it was going to be tough going, but I tried to convince myself that it couldn’t be as bad as I anticipated.
There’s a reason I’m a glass-half-empty kind of guy.
Logo’s soul-searingly bleak The A-List: New York — the title depressingly implies that like some of sort of viral pandemic, the phenomenon will manifest in other urban locales — actually physically made me ache.
Some of us have to come out twice — once as gay, and then again as gay geeks.
Whenever Comic-Con rolls around, I realize what an awkward and ungainly social path I tread. Geekery is still thought of as a heterocentric — and exclusively male — subculture that’s the antithesis of urbane gay culture: an underworld of homebound, social anxiety-ridden malcontents who have virtual girlfriends and chronic asthma.
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