Was this gentleman the biggest gay pimp in Hollywood? His book says he was.
Was this gentleman the biggest gay pimp in Hollywood? His book says he was.
This weekend, "Hung" star Thomas Jane 'fessed up to being a hustler in real life when he was 18, homeless and starving in L.A. In the new times we live in, he fully owns letting "a guy buy me a sandwich" and acknowledges he was experimenting with his sexuality. What he says next ruffled some feathers amongst the commenters over on Towleroad but I feel largely sympathetic to his point.
"Jane: You're a lot more open to experimentation as a young man. And for me, being a young artist and broke in Los Angeles, I was exploring my sexual identity. And probably because of my middle-class, white blue-collar upbringing, I would have never had the opportunity to confront some of my own fears and prejudices had I not been hungry enough to be forced to challenge myself in that way.
Interviewer: So then it was productive for you in terms of self-knowledge?
Jane: Yeah, absolutely. It blew the doors off of my conventional upbringing and thinking and opened up possibilities for me that were akin to World War III. And then you actually have a choice, and I chose to be a heterosexual guy because that's what my DNA dictates and my nurture dictates that I am.
Interviewer: Then is that a choice?
I don't know. I think up to a point it's a choice. But I'll tell you what — it's not a choice until you're open enough to experience both male and female sexuality. Until you've tasted the food, you don't know whether you'll like it or not, as my mom always said."
His reasoning and expression of it is a bit rough, but the point I hear him trying to make is that we ultimately choose how to channel our sexuality, and I agree with him - with qualifications of course - on that point. I'd much rather stand proudly and own my sexuality as something I've "chosen" after having explored, experimented with and ultimately found a particular category that best fits me and my inclinations and desires than the passive-aggressive "It's not a choice!" which could just as easily be interpreted, "I'm a victim, here!", depending on the context.
More importantly (?), the message is you gotta try shit out first before you KNOW. I feel like this is pretty damn fundamental in every other area for Americans, EXCEPT sexuality. I also feel like this is not so true of the young generations coming up now. And - all jokes aside - I think it'll only be when they have that freedom to experiment with different expressions of themselves and their sexuality (within reason?) without condemnation that we'll truly begin to experience sexual freedom.
We're getting a reputation with all these Undergear posts, but there's something simultaneously titillating (er...dicknotizing?) and repugnant about the brand's presentation that creates a whole (not hole) that's fascinating for a wide variety of reasons.
Some thoughts while watching this video:
Photo of Undergear model Christopher Fawcett that gives quite a bit more..."information", via (I am not - in any way - a fan, but just happened to run across this picture yesterday. [demur, demur])
Another winner in Sunday night's Oscars ceremony was Inside Job which won the award for Best Documentary and - of all the nominated films I missed pre-Oscars (I've only seen How to Train Your Dragon, The Illuisionist, I Am Love and TRON: Legacy.) - this one's the must on the "catch-up" list.
In it, director Charles Ferguson pulls a kind of Michael Moore on the bold-faced named financiers involved in - nay, responsible for! (at least that's apparently the impression left by the documentary.) - the financial crisis of late 2008. In a recent interview with the NYT DealBook's Andrew Ross Sorkin (no relation to Aaron), Ferguson wasn't particularly impressed by the change on "The Street" "post"-crisis and, thus, couldn't deliver a very bright forecast for a future free of crises of similar magnitude to what we've already experienced.
Neither can Frank Rich, although he tries to see a silver-lining in the tenacity of Irving Picard's (bankruptcy trustee for Madoff victims) dogged pursuit of Madoff's ill-gotten gains and the alleged beneficiaries (e.g. - JP Morgan Chase and The Mets) thereof. In the end, Rich doesn't hold out much hope that Picard will create the context - or uncover enough damning evidence - to lead to any sort of lasting reformation of the financial system, however.
We're combining a theme I wouldn't shut up about touched on last week (sex in film) and Oscars' wrap-up in one post! It seems Best Picture award-winner The King's Speech shared its primary location (Geoffrey Rush's speech therapy office) with at least one scene shot by British porn producers non-pareil UK Naked Men. More evidence after the jump (also NSFW).
Now you can re-watch The King's Speech with a whole new appreciation for Best Actor award-winner Colin Firth's struggle to "relax the throat".
Sleuth work by Queerclick.
Duane: So...The Black Party's coming up. You wanna do anything about it?
Rod: I did! In 2007. [Ed. note - Gawker apparently removed video due to bandwidth limits] If you want me to write about The Black Party, you're going to get the full-on truth about The Black Party. Don't get me wrong, I love that there is a Black Party and I love it for what it is. I'm stoned, but you understand.
Duane: Right. Well we wouldn't want to be too fawning 'cuz it might look like we're just trying to get free tickets - or something - no?
Rod: MONEY! INTEGRITY! Speaking of, I'm surprised Slick It Up [Ed. note - our advertiser.] isn't doing something with them. Seems like a natural.
Duane: Erm...no. They're not doing anything with The Black Party.
Rod: And I guess neither are we? It's this way every year for me. It's this thing so big that you have to acknowledge it, but it's just not a "me" event. By the way, don't post that invite on the main page. That Siamese shit freaks me out.
Duane: Conjoined penii are the New Black! [Ed. note - The image is after the jump.]
P.S. - Tickets go up $20 starting March 1st so - bargain hunters? - get on it!
Parvez Sharma made 2007's Jihad for Love, exploring homosexuality in the Muslim world. While the film covers gays and lesbians in much of the Middle East and beyond, one country not visited was Libya. For years rumors have existed that the Beyonce-paying, fashionista ruler is gay. Hearing those rumors again in this time of turmoil, Sharma answered the call to help the Libyan people by distracting the despot with a piece of ass - his own:
Reliable Egypt source says Libyan Queen Gaddafi likes boys! I will happily lose my virginity 2 spend 48 hours on camera w/him-4 my doc of docs/will get Oscars aplenty! He follows time honored tradition of Muslim rulers liking petite,hairless, virginal boyz. I will wax/shave/starve 2 regain my long lost youthful figure. Tips on how 2 get my now ample (soon not 2 be) behind 2 Tripoli welcome FB friends (and sufferers).
We'll keep you up to date as to whether the offer is accepted.
'Cuz it might not have been??
(Still, this is amusing/somewhat arousing.)
Mama always said, "if you haven't got anything nice to say..." and I really don't, (though John Polly's recap is always a good read, as is AfterElton's Dennis Ayers' from whence I stole the shot of Mike Ruiz below, about which the only thing I have to say is, "Dramatic lighting!".) but I DID survive Monday night's freak hail storm (only I was in Brooklyn) and there was something "wrath of god/dess" about it.
Opening image via Gothamist.
While Foursquare is still a hard sell to reflexive privatists/those overly concerned with protecting their privacy, a new partnership with MTV to encourage users to get tested for STIs gets my approval despite its seeming undesireability. Anything that encourages (or might?) people to take responsibility for their health and the health of others is worth supporting, methinks.
Having a condom in your pocket can be used as evidence of intent to solicit a prostitute in New York and some other cities. While you won't be arrested solely for carrying condoms, if you happen to be in an area frequented by prostitutes and are considered by cops to be loitering, e.g. standing around the West Village/Hell's Kitchen/The Eagle/anywhere(?) on any particular night, and are searched with a condom in your possession, you could be at risk for arrest. Is it entrapment that New York City has been distributing free condoms since 1971? A petition has been started to end the practice here and in DC and San Francisco.
Hello to all niggas and bitches.
Welcome to Diggler's Wild World of Girls.
I'm sitting here with the Baddest Bitch. (That's right.)
So, Trina, tell us a little something about yourself.
Hustla. I'm the queen of this south shit.
Tight with a cute face that's what I'm 'bout, bitch.
Sexy, specialize in fellatio.
All about my pesos,
Never was a fake hoe,
Shot shore throw throw the cock like a flame thrower,
In the mouth of a cock blower.
Just a diva,
Mack momma looking for them ends,
Traded in the Lex for a G-5 Benz,
Touring on the road getting stacks,
20 grand karats for the show no tax.
Bell-V is what I'm pourin' on them hatahs.
Blinding with the lock no imitators,
Broke ass niggas getting on my nerves.
Get sliced, diced, chopped, and served.
Ask am I off the chain;
I won't lie,
But I don't want your man, boo. Fuck that guy. Huh.
Oh, okay. Alright.
I see how y'all be getting down in the MIA,
But Trina what I really wanna know is
how would you get with a nigga who live with a bitch?
The Grindr experience is what it is. You have a picture; you have a few hundred characters. Based on those you decide to chat, maybe exchange pictures (possibly of your penis) and then possibly meet up and fuck make rewarding connections. Fabulis is taking that idea and expanding on it with their new iPhone app.
Instead of just thumbnails and quick descriptions of the members, you get full names and profiles along with general distance. More interesting is the ability to view events going on near you in that location at that time. So, imagine you are in a place where you don't really know many folks or what's happening. (Perhaps "Boston" or "Hell's Kitchen".) The app could tell you where the party's at and who's attending.
Fabulis Creative Director (and FYF friend) Bradford Shellhammer replied to an email where I asked for some clarification:
Plans right now can be sorted by date and popularity. Popularity is based on RSVP numbers. ... You can see the people who have said they're going to an event and you can message them in advance.
Soon we're also working on enhancements which will make it easier to know who is actually at an event or a bar or a restaurant RIGHT NOW. So you can see if Amanda Lepore is having a party, who is actually there now and who is planning on attending.
In the converse, you could also see who is attending a party and make the decision not to attend. Or make decisions about a person regarding the parties they attend. Useful!
While no fan of the word "fabulous" or any other non-specific adjective, or of misspellings, or of overly-rounded fonts, I am a fan of utility and efficiency. In this case, the latter certainly outweighs the latter.
A quick search for "FaceTime" on Flickr this morning returns exactly what is expected, as seen in this picture from thikstache. Almost every person that was in line yesterday has already taken a snapshot of themselves using the (what is expected to be wildly popular) FaceTime feature. It's so Jetson, it's Judy.