Tom Katt becomes another gay porn star to give it all up for Jesus. However, unlike others, his new hetero, Christian self takes a very free-to-be-you-and-me approach to accepting homosexuality and sex itself. It's still hard not to laugh.
86 posts from February 2006
When you look at the messes George Michael and Boy George are, then ponder what an acidic, pretentious bitch Elton John can be at the flash of a camera, you wonder what solace being open and honest about their sexualities has brought them. It's depressing! C'mon guys, get it together—you're in your forties and fifties, for fuck's sake, and you're more messed up than Pink's "Stupid Girls" targets by a landslide. Well, I guess at least not all the messed-up dudes of music are gay men.
Rich Merritt pens (does anyone use pens anymore?) a love letter to Making Love, then proposes a three-way with Brokeback Mountain on Nightcharm, a site for sore eyes. Speaking of sore eyes, I've discovered they do get sore if you stare too long at the screen without blinking, which can happen at this Michael Ontkean gallery.
As a kid, I used to love making celebrity-driven lists, ranging from nothing but pages of famous names—my mom always contributed "Faye Dunaway"—to records of all the stars' names in each week's TV Guide cross-referenced with the movies in which they appeared. This was a great way to be born in 1968 and yet be familiar with names such as Dana Andrews, Rory Calhoun and Ruth Roman. Next up, I was attracted to books that were nothing but celebrity-driven lists with hard covers—Richard Lamparski's crack-grade addictive Whatever Became Of...? series gave me crash courses in who the hell Miss Frances (she of the Ding Dong School), Faye Emerson and Maria Montez were while at the same time coaching me on why I should feel nostalgic for them. (Lamparski had a real flair for snapping his own amateur shots of aged stars three months before their inevitable departures from this world, and did a classic radio interview with Christine Jorgensen, here.) By the time I was in junior high, I was writing down all the songs from American Top 40, clueless that the songs' positions were already handily recorded in a little thing called Billboard Magazine. As a young adult—okay, until my early thirties—I would do my lengthy Oscars list year after year, handicapping nominees and then winners. When magazines pick their 50 Most Beautiful, 60 Most Busted, 70 Most Shockingly Thin, I am more than passingly curious. So the Celebrity Trust Index is my kinda breaking news. This is not your father's Q rating anymore, this Davie-Brown Index (DBI) is a list of stars as ranked by 1.5 million Americans in the non-grammatically parallel categories of "appeal," "notice," "trendsetter," "influence," "trust," "endorsement," "aspiration" and "awareness." It's no surprise that the top two celebs on the list are Tom Hanks (#1) and Oprah Winfrey (#2), both of whom I earlier blogged (more than half-seriously)
should run for president on the Democratic ticket. I was surprised that Bill Cosby managed to hang in there at #3 in light of his sordid personal issues in recent years. Insane anomalies? Donald Trump is at #103, far ahead of Katie Couric at #192 (why, people? perky has to trump Trump!), Paris Hilton at #229 is ahead of Matt Lauer at #330 (is it a Today Show thing?) and most delightful of all, Drew Barrymore—probably because everyone knows she's done it all and has been upfront about it—ranks a lofty #27, shaming a guy in my own personal Top 10, Paul Newman, at #70. (In related news: Richard Lamparski is apparently alive, according to a delightfully creepy obituaries forum. But if he calls, I'm not here!
One of my favorite skits on the underrated MAD TV was this one about two straight guys who discover they might be "a little gay." Ike Barinholtz and his comedy partner Josh Meyers (who is sorely missed from the show) hold less back than some actors in serious, gay theatrical releases, despite trying to convince themselves they're into "short-shorts and bouncing hooters."
George Michael has been arrested again. To quote from his "I Want Your Sex," to this news I say, "C-c-c-c-c-c-c'mon!" This time around, he's been arrested for drug possession after being found slumped over in a car. He was supposed to get married to his longtime (long-suffering?) partner Kenny Goss next month, but bad news like this will make it anything but a gay wedding.