Who knew? Blood Fest in Phoenix, which is kind of a trippy, twinky raver scene with some straight hipsters and blood thrown in, is a direct descendent of Blood Feast, a gory-themed birthday party for Michael Alig from the club kid days, once presided over by party monsters Alig and James St. James. (Note: We think it's ironic that in the clip below one of the twinky ravers refers to Alig as 'Michael St. Alig,' especially since he's still in prison for murdering someone.) Now James St. James works for World of Wonder, the producers of Rupaul's Drag Race and the amazing blog worldofwonder.net, and he's a correspondent for their "Daily Freak Show" -- sort of a mock news broadcast, sort of a vlog, which also sometimes features Le Fag fave Michael Lucid in drag as Damiana Garcia. And James went down to Phoenix to capture this festival of blood and dancing, and to be worshipped by the next generation of party monsters. WATCH, after the jump. [WOW]
Oh sweet, sweet internet gods, thank you for making our month. We at Le Fag predict this little voice-over spoof of a "Jem" cartoon entitled "Jiz and the Mammograms" will get *much* repeated viewing in the coming weeks and reach "Shoes"-caliber gay cult status by mid-December. Watch and giggle for yourselves, girls. "Me and my friends are Jiz whores. Jiz! Jiz is my name. Trannies and drag queens doing cocaine. Once you're a Jiz whore you're never the same." [Special thanks due to Raya Light who posted this to her Facebook.]
We've always wanted to attend one of the balls featured in Paris Is Burning, and this week NYC fags got a chance to see a show ball by the House of Xtravaganza at The Box. Tuesday nights at the Lower East Side venue have been a grab bag of gay goodness, with burlesque performers, drag queens, etc. But this week featured a special event hosted by the House of Xtravaganza and featuring a lot of vogueing and crazy, jumping splits by members of the Houses of Ninja and Karma as well. Color us jealous.
The show was hosted by Princess Xtravaganza, and ball performers were judged by a panel including Justin Bond, Ana Matronic, and Joey Arias. See a few pics after the jump and a bunch more at Homo-neurotic. Also, a famous clip from Paris Is Burning.
In a week that saw the death of The Hose and SF punk-drag party Charlie Horse, we're hesitant to break the news that the world's most famous (and only?) all-bear, Dutch dance music quartet, Bearforce1, has broken up. We can almost hear bearish blogger Joe.My.God. weeping as he delivered the news (via another bear site, Bearotic). Don't get us wrong: their music was total shit. But wow... their Christmas video really added something special to our lives. Above, their first and only real hit, called "Bearforce 1," in which they break into a cover of "Mighty Real," among other things. After the jump, in memoriam, a picture of the boys in all their hairy chested glory.
In honor of all the Scorpio birthdays we've been drunk at the last couple weeks, we give you this mixtape, for all the Scorpios and Scorpio-lovers out there, which kicks off with the track "I Was Drunk" from Riva Starr. And in honor of tomorrow being Friday the 13th, there are thirteen tracks. You can find downloads for some at the links below.
If you ever doubt that you can turn your dorky, pimpled, not-so-hot self into a porn star, this should serve as proof to the contrary. Sure, he also has a big dick and maybe he was just a late bloomer. But The Sword has a bunch of amazing photos showing the transformation of this British goth teenager of 80s into the man we know and love as Aiden Shaw (who's a little more gray up top these days, and who's hawking a new book called Sordid Truths).
More after the jump.
First of all, she's a drag queen from Spain who looks kind of like Ursula Andress in her prime, and second of all she's a musician who's made two albums of the electro-Italo-synth-dance-pop variety that are pretty damn good. Some music-loving gays have even said her latest album, the title of which is "Sr. Kubrick, ¿Qué Haría Usted?" (Mr. Kubrick, What Would You Do?), is better than La Roux, and we love all the 60s Barbarella-esque, outer-space styling. Hear a couple of her tunes here, and a couple more on YouTube, like the bouncy anthem "El Mundo Aldredor." [DorothyIsDead]
As the Le Fag Bar & Party Guide reminds us, tonight is the night Daniel Nardicio unveils his latest piece of rough trade, Levi Johnston, at an event in his honor at The Box in NYC.
It's also the 2nd Anniversary of Booty Call, the photo-centric Castro party that has been bringing lots of hot boys out to dance to lots of great music on Wednesday nights. Weekly parties are kind of a rarity in San Francisco, and we congratulate impresarios Juanita MORE! and Joshua J on keeping this shit fresh and fashionista-friendly for two not-so-straight years.
In honor of today's holiday, the boys over at The Athletic Model Guild blog have offered up a selection of adorable, dopey-eyed, possibly drunk servicemen whom legendery gay smut peddler Bob Mizer (of Physique Pictorial fame) got to pose for him back in the day. They may not all have been legit military men (Bob probably kept a few sailor hats lying around for costume purposes), but you'd better believe the guy to the right with that tattoo was a war vet in search of a little beer money.
A website that provides erotic massage listings called manworks.com pulled a publicity stunt that's actually turned into a much huger publicity stunt than they could have imagined. The gay blogosophere is abuzz over the NYPD's decision to shut down the display, which seems like it was neither lewd nor objectionable, after only an hour. This all took place in Chelsea, in the front window of the Blue Store on 8th Avenue. The reason can only the the ongoing War on Fun that plaguing our two favorite cities, San Francisco and New York, and which also took the life of SF drag party Charlie Horse due to noise complaints. Fuck the straights! Fuck the po-lice!
Certainly, one could fill the pages of a blog with all the beginnings and endings of gay parties, as they have a tendency to have lifespans about as long as fruitflies. But certain parties come to define entire eras among urban gays -- think of Tunnel Saturdays or Foxy at The Cock in NY, or Trannyshack or Sugar in SF. Another one bites the dust this week in San Francisco, this time a five-year-old punk-drag night at The Cinch on Polk Street, a neighborhood that was once the gay center of the universe in 1960s and 70s, and is now almost entirely home to straight post-college bars and new condos.
The politically inclined, rock-and-roll tranny behind it all was Anna Conda, who started Charlie Horse in 2004 as a more rag-tag counterpoint to Trannyshack -- which, for all its sloppy performance-art drag and occasional shock-theater, still came out of a tradition of gay-diva-worshipping female impersonation. Charlie Horse was all about sloppiness, and theme nights featuring The Cocteau Twins, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and Imposters Night, in which drag queens from around town impersonated (and mocked) each other.
Let's start off by saying we dig tattoos. We totally do. We even like it when someone (like the guy pictured here) has a great body and has adorned it with a several large ones along a theme. Now, we ourselves have never been able to commit (in more ways than one), but done right, large tattoos can be hot.
But when there's barely any skin left showing? Eh. Also, a huge back tattoo never looked good with love handles, so that's something to consider.
We've compiled a tattoo gallery, including porn stars Logan McCree and David Taylor (both from Raging Stallion Studios because that's their aesthetic), and this Canadian kid named Diego who showed up on East Village Boys.
These two young bottoms participate in a vlog called "The View from the Bottom," produced by Trevor Hoppe of "The Bottom Monologues." The one on the left is named Scott, he's perverted, and he raises his pinky as he sips his Manhattan. The one on the right is French, his name is Maxime, and he really likes rich older men. They discuss the ins and outs of incest fantasies and taking it up the butt from older guys. Our only suggestion for these two is that they get much drunker before making their next vlog, and that they keep it to five minutes or less. [Queerty]
There but for the grace of your bartender go you... This happened in Boston, and as you'll see she loses her balance as she's trying to put out her cigarette. She falls, then passes out. Luckily she misses the third rail, and the sound of the train screeching to a halt right behind her ass manages to jolt her awake. [Dlisted]
Gone are the days when the VGL Gay Boys just made random YouTube videos to pass the time (now they only do it *for money* and shit), and so we must search for the next YouTube celeb to amuse us in our idle hours. Shane Dawson has already reached the million-plus hits in a couple days mark, and he posts a new cute little sketch of sorts every Saturday. He does bad drag, he spoofs Glee and Gaga, and he'll probably go far (if he ever, like, graduates out of that dorm room he's in). In the video below, Shane portrays the "Scene Girls" as they discuss things like penis piercings, incest, and Weird Al Yankovick. [DorothyIsDead]
We seem to recall this subject being covered in the early days of the gay web, but it deserves mention again, and perhaps with some updates. Full disclosure: we currently go to the gayest gym on the planet, so this advice may only pertain for you at a sex club, assuming your gym shower area is not the virtual sex club that ours is.
Rule #1: No unsolicited touching
This goes double if you're at a gym that's majority hetero, or where the steam room is shared by both gay and straight men (something we can only barely remember). If someone makes eyes at you and starts stroking themselves and lays it all out there for you to join in, fine. Feel them up all over. Otherwise, keep your hands to yourself and no one will get hurt, or storm off all offended. If someone touches you and you're not digging it, gently brush them aside. If they persist, punch them in the dick (JK!).