December 4, 2009
Blood On The Dance Floor: The One-Man Chippendale Mafia
by Shawn Baker
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Everything was bigger in the ’80s.

The greed. The hair. The shoulder pads. The himbos.

The Me Decade was all about proving you had enough cash to provide you with leisure time, and the fads it introduced are aptly era-specific to a tone set by the excesses of A.L.F., Xanadu, and American Psycho. Dad frequented the sports bar, Mom had her aerobics classes, and the kids played Laser Tag at the video arcade.

Even the strip club became a legitimate business venture in Reagan America. Gone were the days of low-rent joints with seedy-looking women doing the Pony while having the DTs and just-out-of-the-joint ex-con rough trade shimmying to sleazy disco tracks; the men had their upscale gentlemen’s clubs where doctors, brokers, and lawyers could take in the buffet as they scoped out single mothers, dental hygiene students, and touring porn stars on the pole. (read the full article)

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November 17, 2009
Girl, If I Should Die B4 I Wake: A Boy Band Nensha Pandemic
by Shawn Baker

b441Nensha, bitches.

It’s a term I tangentially referred to in an earlier post this month, and a theory I’m frankly fascinated with.

Its essence is this: the human mind with all its untapped power has the ability to psychically impress or burn an image into our physical reality, and thus alter it irrevocably. Post-War Japanese researchers devoted much effort into proving its existence — it would later serve as the basis for the nation’s much-praised film Ringu and its equally effective American remake The Ring — but the doctrine was for decades deemed merely a The Men Who Stare At Goats-type of new age hokum. A flight of fantasy. A failure.

All that changed in 1999 when Nensha was revealed to be a wholly factual (and utterly terrifying) phenomenon brought about not to revolutionize telecommunications or create a super soldier, but from sheer corporate music industry greed and folly.

An affront to Nature of the highest order. (read the full article)

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August 5, 2009
Another Reason to Love Show Tunes
by Nightcharm

He’s gay, and boys, he’s OUT!
The Broadway Star We’d Most Like to Co-star With:

Cheyenne Jackson

©2009 Nightcharm

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June 25, 2009
Michael Jackson Has Left The Building
by David K.
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George Orwell once said that a man has the face that he deserves at age 50. And while I’d agree with that sentiment as it relates to just about every single post 50-year-old walking the planet today — think Dick Cheney — I’d have to take exception with how that curse applied to Michael Jackson.

Dead at 50 and possessing a face with which no one should ever have to contend. Mike’s adult face was actually a mask. A direct creation of self-hatred, plain and simple. That and the way our own ghoulish fascination with his self-loathing spurred him on. An obsession that was prodded, secretly I think, by that part within each of us that dislikes parts of ourselves: wrinkles, sags, spots, dots; imperfection. Given unlimited wealth and time, Michael could nip, tuck, tweak and freak to his heart’s content. Only he could never get away from the self-loathing.

But enough bummer talk. Michael was a true blue puer aeternus … and no self-respecting puer, worth their essence in gold records, should ever live into his fifties. Michael was just taking leave on cue, true to his mythology. It makes perfect sense to me. (read the full article)

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June 21, 2009
Never Can Say Goodbye
by Nightcharm

I Just Want to Fucking Dance, Part III
Part II
Part I

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June 6, 2009
Days of Braun & Togas: The Men Who Were Hercules
by Shawn Baker
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“Softness in his eyes, iron in his thighs, virtue in his heart, fire in every part – of the mighty Hercules!”

If the above lyrics from the Speed Racer-esque early ’60s cartoon The Mighty Hercules have a special place in your heart, then you are clearly both A) gay all the way, and B) a connoisseur of the countless costume epics churned out of Italy devoted to the heroic exploits of the famed demi-god Hercules.

In a time when legal hardcore porn was a good eight years away from becoming a reality, and people had to resort to more abstract forms of stroke-off fodder, the Sword and Sandal genre — christened Pepla in the land of its origin — was all the rage when it came to turning people on across the board.

Yes, the arena’s ostensible selling points were its gaudy period detail and awe-inspiring feats of manly prowess, but adults and kids alike were really grabbing groin at the sight of all that chasmic cleavage. And the ladies racks were nice too. (read the full article)

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February 17, 2009
Hey Oscar! Don’t Brokeback My Sean Penn!
by John Calendo

It’s like this for me:

Milk is Sean Penn’s most nuanced, out-of-body performance since Jeff Spicoli (at right, Fast Times at Ridgemont High):

From rolling out of a van in a cloud of marijuana smoke and having a pizza delivered to your very spunky 15-year old self in History class to being assassinated at 48 in your office by a deranged councilman, famously high on Twinkies, and collapsing against the window in slow ghastly motion while you dreamily focus on the San Francisco Opera House across the way and hear in your dwindling head a lament from the finale of Tosca, a musical motif that crops up several times in the film as a foreshadowing device for it is the aria of a man standing before a firing squad, regretting that he will never again see the stars.

The stars, one hopes, will not only twinkle again for Sean, they will spell out his name on Oscar night, this Sunday, February 22.

Thanks to Jeff and Harvey, the stoner and the stoned, the two arctic poles of an otherwise much ballyhooed and overrated career, Sean Penn has redeemed himself at last. (read the full article)

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July 11, 2008
White Trash Nation: Borat Bruno Goes To The Mat
by Shawn Baker

The Rednecking of America: Is it inbred?

Can it be cured?

Like your fourth family intervention or filming a sloshed David Hasselhoff shoving food into his craw, only keen self-awareness can truly stem the tsunami of shit-kickery ushered back into vogue by the Bush Jr. Era. An Etch A Sketch war with an ever-shifting end game, a new Gilded Age of noblesse lavishness, racist propaganda disguised as isolationist public policy, paranoid fear of science — these are just the tallest tent poles in the Carnival of Crackery we’ve spent the last eight years enduring.

It’s still the incidentals that are often the most galling. Watching country singers stampede over each other to be the first to coin the most embarrassing agitprop “We’ll put a boot up your ass!” anthem to help kick start the Bush War was stomach-turning.

Witnessing even a few moments of star-spangled slut for authority Sean Hannity practically deep-throating Uncle Sam as he declared his puerile love for the nation was grounds for the North American Continent to issue a restraining order against his fat ass. (read the full article)

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July 8, 2008
Madonna Report: A Rod and A Staff to Comfort Her
by John Calendo
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“The important thing to remember about A-Rod is that he has ginormous purple genitals.”

So speaketh Wisdom in the form of an email from a reckless horndog I know whose life I frequently fear for, as he flirts with danger from the driver’s seat of a nasty black SUV and has lived to tell the tale, probably because he can read trade the way a crack sniper reads the landscape for the false flutter of leaves that aren’t leaves at all but camouflage on the move.

Ginormous purple genitals — can so poetic a phrase be repeated too often? — was his dead-on call when the rumor was floated recently in a slew of overblown tabloids that Madonna had left her dicky hubby for everyone’s favorite mixed-race, 6-foot-3 baseball player wet-dream Alex Rodriquez, he of the mocha-latte skin and slate-green eyes, the tight white pinstripes and prominent athletic cup.

Prominent athletic cups have always been the signature style of the Kabbalah Girl, so late of the Material World. Yet though she was named in this week’s divorce filing from A-Rod’s wife, Madonna shot the allegation down over the weekend. “I have nothing to do with the state of his marriage or what spiritual path he may choose to study,” she told People in a formal statement released through her press agent.

At the center of this otherwise conventional sex drama was, of all things, religion. (read the full article)

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March 6, 2008
Tabloid Dreams: Beauty and Glory Devastated and Wasted
by David K.

As a kid I grew up with my mother and grandmother’s copies of Rona Barrett’s Hollywood and The National Enquirer scattered around the house.

My grandmother especially was unapologetic about the gossip rags, and her ardor made it all the easier for me to revel in them too.

Some of my sweetest memories involve everyone in my family lying around on Sunday afternoons discussing Robert Redford and Barbra Streisand having sex together on the set of The Way We Were. Or at least how we imagined they were having sex together. Tabloid time like this was considered quality time in my family.

To this day I still argue with friends about the veracity of The National Enquirer, and why I still read it — explaining how the potential threat of high-cost litigation keeps the paper trustworthy. This pretty much guarantees that whatever sort of outrageous revelation they are publishing is fact-based (well, maybe). (read the full article)

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