Hopefully you're familiar with Damiana Garcia (a.k.a. Michael Lucid), that adorably pushy correspondent for WOW's Daily Freakshow. Well, here she is at the West Hollywood Halloween fest, pushing her way to get a word in to Levi Johnston (who breezed through on his requisite, pre-Playgirl gay press junket), and then chatting with local drag queen Jeffree Star, who is covered in tattoos of serial killer victims. (Note: We don't believe JonBenet Ramsay falls into that category, but whatever.) Here's a nother clip of party monster cohort James St. James wandering the crowd, and just for good measure, after the jump, a pic of Levi Johnston with a gay couple dressed as Bert & Ernie. [WOW]
It's that annoying post-Halloween period where Facebook/Twitter are flooded with everyone post-mortem Halloween pictures. Every other gay man in the nation took this as their annual opportunity to don drag, while the rest just dressed up as slutty vampires/werewolves/gladiators/sluts.
The Sword has this little recap of what the porn stars decided to wear this Halloween, including Nick Moretti's hula outfit w/inflatable monkey at right. Cameron Marshall made a good David Beckham, but we'd rather fuck that golden horse-headed boy with Brent Corrigan.
Recently released on DVD but originally aired on British TV in 2007 comes Jennifer Saunders' hilarious show "The Life and Times of Vivienne Vyle." Only six episodes of the show were made for BBC2, and they aired over here only once on the Sundance Channel, as far as we can tell, last year -- we must have been busy that month. It's a send-up of talk show culture, and television in general, and while not as slapsticky and gut-busting as "Ab Fab," it's still hilarious and sharp.
The show received some tepid reviews in the UK and in the NYT, but now that we've seen it for ourselves we can't help but feel like it got shafted. Miranda Richardson plays Helena, a sort of darker, more unlikeable version of Patsy whose child speaks only Spanish because she spends all her time with the maid, and Saunders plays a British version of Ricky Lake-meets-Jerry Springer. Though a second season has been reportedly in production for two years, and we can only hope that this DVD release signals its arrival soon, and not that the show was cancelled. (The only troubling thing is that Saunders has also been occupied with an all-too-English series about equestrians and an upper-middle-class ladies club called "Jam & Jerusalem" -- a.k.a. "Clatterford" in its U.S. DVD release. After the jump, a clip from "Vivienne Vyle" and one from "Clatterford" as well.)
Our fave gay artist/filmmaker, Ryan Trecartin, took home the Calvin Klein Collection prize last night at the first annual Guggenheim Art Awards. We knew he would, and it doesn't hurt that he's already been around long enough to have appeared in the 2006 Whitney Biennial, so he's not all that "new," except maybe in art world years -- which are like the opposite of dog years: ten years equal one.
Also of note, rock and roll slut Cynthia Plaster Caster, who cast molds of a great many musicians' penises over the years, won the special Rob Pruitt Award.
For good measure, 'cause we can't get enough, here's the 'Bead Store' scene from Trecartin's film I-BE AREA after the jump.
You may recall our dream-lover Brian making these ghostly beefcake images a little bit ago, and also you may recall (as we do, wistfully and not without a tinge of pain) him celebrating five years with boyfriend Slava Mogutin. Anyway, here he is doing what he does best -- goofing around shirtless -- as a lonely teen werewolf who wishes he could be ripped. (Vid after the jump.)
We couldn't help it because the video's new and we can't get this song out of our heads (after including it in our first Le Fag mixtape a couple weeks back). This is from new Australian indie darlings Temper Trap, whose album Conditions was released in August.
"Describe our act in one word? We're hot." This is some most awesome and gay-as-in-gleeful footage of the San Francisco Bay Club team performing their aerobics act at the 1986 National Aerobics Championship, sponsored by Crystal Light. What more can we say? You're welcome. (See video after the jump.) [via SFist]
Levi Johnston's manager has confirmed that Playgirl (the online version of the now folded fag mag that billed itself, hilariously, as "for women") has ponied up enough money to make Johnston show off his cock. Unfortunately, Johnston still says he'll be doing it "tastefully," which we're pretty sure translates as "no hard-on." [Dorothy Is Dead]
Matt Siegel, our fag-brother-in-arms over at The Unabashed Queer, has noticed a disturbingly (and amusingly) large number of YouTube videos in which troubled gays sing the obscure Madonna ballad "Oh Father" in some *deeply gay* attempt at working through their daddy issues. Here, Matt takes us through the wondrous examples of this phenomenon, and we have to say that Paulywood GaGa has to be our favorite -- he reminds us a little of porn world hanger-on Angel Benton, no?
Our newest YouTube friend, kinkywagon, put together this lovely 10-minute montage of b-roll (the non-sex scenes) from 1979's Inches, starring the original Castro clone, Al Parker. Check out all the beardy awesomeness, set to the tunes of The Free Pop Electronic Concept (the music dates to 1969), not to mention the hot khaki man-bag around 2:46.
You can read a bit more about Parker here. He was discovered by the founder of COLT Studios, Rip Colt, and starred in a number of the studios classic films, as well as his own under the label of Surge Studios, which was a pioneer in condom porn. Parker died of complications from AIDS in 1992. [Homo-neurotic]
"I hope you parents at home who have faggy acting sons have been taking notes, 'cause we've gotten a lot of good advice here." Thank you, Onion. [Hat tip: Unzipped]
Taking the "Legalize Gay" thing one step gayer, check out this black & white photo t-shirt from American Apparel featuring two historical homosexuals watching a parade.
Check out this autumnal fashion editorial spread by Shutterbug for Homoneurotic. The model, Cooper Cheathem, makes us drool and shiver with pleasure. And the photos are gorgeous -- all shot on a fall day in Central Park. This totally makes us want to rock some Tim Hamilton or Nice Collective longjohns (or leggings, as they're called in several of these pics). More pics after the jump.
This past Saturday, at a special Halloween edition Midnight Mass, San Francisco drag queen and B-movie afficionado Peaches Christ took a nasty spill after slipping in a pool of blood on stage during the pre-show for her screening of Texas Chainsaw Massacre at the Bridge Theater. (We don't *totally* mean to make light of this event... bitch could have died! But let this be a warning to all you trannies who step out onto wet stages.)
The legendary San Francisco midnight movie fest Midnight Mass, hosted by the venerable Peaches, has been a summer institution for the past decade with celebrity guests like Elvira, Linda Blair, and Rena Riffel who played Penny in Showgirls. Peaches (a.k.a. Josh Grannell) likely won't be hosting the regular summer fest now that she's a big movie director, and her film All About Evil starring Natasha Lyonne and Mink Stole, is currently in post-production and should be coming out soonish. ALSO, Peaches will be co-hosting the annual Trannyshack Halloween party with Heklina at The Cat Club this Saturday.