One of my college sociology professors argued that gay men expanded the sexual options for straight people. He wasn’t talking about straight guys going trade in bathroom stalls in urban areas but about the world of socially-accepted ideas about sex. Gay men pioneered oral and anal sex, he said. With mainstream awareness of gay lives came awareness of gay men’s necessary improvisations for penetrative sex, which in turn gave straight people ideas for having fun without anyone getting pregnant.
Though I’d kill for the navy blue sequinned number worn by the guy in the first photo (below) and though the long-haired lad in the final photo may be a tad androgynous, there’s simply nothing at all “feminine” about any of the men in this gorgeous series of photos by Nir Arieli described by the Huffington Post as “capturing the feminine side of masculinity”.
Eighth grade was a tough year for me. I was 13 years old in 1998, in an oppressive yet typical American middle school where “pack of wolves” could describe the student body. I was a big-eyed late-bloomer who enjoyed class more than recess and was irrepressibly talkative. Quickly, I became a focal-point of abuse for male peers, most of whom were bigger than me, had girlfriends, and were more developmentally advanced — some of these guys were even shaving already.
This is a tribute to the many kinds of disco, whether it be nu-disco, new wave disco, disco house, or the classics (i’ll hit italo-disco next time around I do this kind of set). I wanted to focus on that perfect DTLA poolside summer disco that we get out here in Los Angeles and Palm Springs. Its that type of dance you can just relax to and chill out..
“There are some eyes,” writes Angela Carter in her clever tale of feminist fiction The Bloody Chamber, “that can eat you.” Of course, a person’s sexual subjectivity, as we’ve seen throughout, complicates these matters even more. After all, an exhibitionist revels in this very notion of being consumed by others’ eyes. (And in fact Carter’s own empowered female characters often find their loins stirring unexpectedly at the thought of their trembling “horseflesh” being held and rotated in a man’s carnivorous mind.) Beyond our own private liaisons, our evolved theory of mind system also enables us to morally evaluate (as we’ve been doing all along in this book) those whose sexual natures differ so drastically from our own.
There are two red-flag, deal-breaking traits that can instantly make a man repellent, and both start with a V. Violence and Vanity. Look, we all go for a certain manly vigor, but if a guy flips out over everything and starts bashing his head against or wall or has a stockpile of weapons, that’s a whole other bag. Conversely, you don’t want a guy who’s such a supercilious, preening peacock that he instantly seeks out any reflective surface and acts like he’s gracing you with his presence.
Still one my all-time faves, which I think is an indication of my judgment when it comes to men. Before MTV was overrun with Guidos who look like they just swaggered off a porn shoot, Italian-American sex machines were in comparatively short supply as far as gay porn was concerned. Blond, fun-loving beach boys and doe-eyed, ice cream-smooth stud muffins were protocol in the early ’90s when Queens-born Marco Rossi hit the scene.
Leonardo Herrera’s startling video project The Fortune Teller grabbed plenty of attention, all of it deserved. His safe-sex ad campaign for the San Francisco Health Department, with its golden tributes to the sexiness and value of condoms, was exemplary. Oh, and also on that post are a couple of his fabulous retro-porn posters. Among other things, he has created music videos for Ultra Nate’, Amanda Lepore and Cazwell, but for me, it’s his portrait photography work that really knocks me out.
When contemplating whether or not to meet someone from online or mobile, the question always arises. He’ll ask if you don’t ask first, in the universally-recognized instant-message shorthand, as if the cutesy language counteracts the outright audacity of what he wants to know: how big r u? Six feet tall, 160 pounds, you could say. Or if you really don’t like him, you could be sarcastic: normal sized human, which comes to about the size of two beer coolers stacked on end.
Aries: Up your luck factor. Home is the place to start. Renovations, additions – any kind of improvement is in order. Set aside a special space where you can give shape to the plans you’ve been percolating all year long. In other words, make way for a room of your own. The full moon on the 12th shines a light on faith and learning to follow your inner guidance.
The economy is fisting everyone to its bicep, from blue and white collar workers to our artsy fartsy gay underclass and pink-collared moguls. But don’t think the Great Recession has become America’s social equalizer. The furor over bailed out insurer AIG handing out executive bonuses with taxpayer money spotlights a nation on the brink of an all out class war, or — looking at the inflating cottage industry of financially lopsided dating services — opportunistic class love.
Hipster Love: Dorks are hot! David M. Buisán is an artist and illustrator from Barcelona, Spain whose illustrations have been featured in Maxim, H Magazine and numerous zines. His work could be described as nerdy-sexual surrealism. His hip style and composition — with humorous pop references — are worth checking out here.