Madonna is looking incredible at the 2014 Black Ball. People who attack her for desperately seeking youth are mostly just jealous that she has #foundit.
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Famed Elvis photographer Alfred Wertheimer dies @ 85.
Islamic fundamentalist dies during terror shootings in Ottawa.
Do you wanna go as “Sabrina Duncan” for Halloween?
Bristol Palin cussin' up a STORM after that skankified Alaskan brawl.
Keepin' 'em honest, Anderson Cooper confirms: No HIV risk from towels.
Another fucking idiot jumps the White House fence.
Michael Brown autopsy report released.
Madonna's 28-year-old True Blue hits Top 25 again in the UK.
Gaga facilitates gay on-stage marriage proposal during her ARTPOP Ball Tour.
Insane betch gets caught in chimney.
South Dakota GOP Senate candidate Mike Rounds is a crook?
Reporter who wrote critically of gubernatorial candidate Bruce Rauner (R-IL) resigns.
Gov. Rick Perry (R-TX) was too quick to play that Ebola card.
Elizabeth Pena drank herself do death.
Tina Fey was pissed she could so easily hire Jan Hooks.
New Kimmo Matias album The Ministry of Pornography.
Neil Patrick Harris crosses hosting the Oscars off his bucket list.
Will Michael C. Hall slay as “Hedwig”?
Wicked Gay Blog ups the WOOF! factor considerably.
Sweetest dog video ever.
Dan Osborne accepts nude dare!
Shirtless doctors calendar.
FOX's Dr. Keith Ablow says Obama wants Americans to die from Ebola. Full-stop.
But FOX's Shep Smith attacks Ebola hysteria.
Tom Daley accepts Attitude's “Man of the Year” award.
Trans-beating hoods shown in surveillance footage. Help put them away!
Gay actor Ezra Miller to play “The Flash” on the big screen through 2020.
Tippi Hedren & Melanie Griffith had a pet lion in the '70s.
Snoop's heartfelt apology to “biiiiiych” Iggy Azalea. (Biiiiiych accepted it!)
Eleanor & Hillary rocked, but Michelle is easily the coolest 1st Lady.
This is a real thing: Glen Hanson, the talented illustrator and artist, has designed a Liza Minnelli holiday ornament that fights HIV. Not literally, but if you buy it, the $ goes to Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS.
This is the latest in a series of Broadway Legends, the others being Julie Andrews, Carol Channing, Angela Lansbury, Bernadette Peters, Chita Rivera and Gwen Verdon.
“I’m simply delighted and so honored to be immortalized with such a wonderfully crafted ornament. I'm especially proud to help support Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS, an organization that has been very dear to my heart for more than two decades.”
I had a nightmare I found Liza hanging from my Christmas tree once, so this brings things full circle with a happy ending!
BOY CULTURE REVIEW: **** out of ****
Tonight, I was privileged enough to be invited to attend a one-night-only oratorio (or, as last-minute guest Whoopi Goldberg called it, “oratio”) I Am Harvey Milk, with words and music by Andrew Lippa and starring Lippa as Milk, Noah Marlowe as Young Milk and angel-voiced Kristin Chenoweth as a soprano muse who stands in for several different women in Milk's life.
They were accompanied by the Joel Fram-conducted Orchestra of St. Luke's and The All-Star Broadway Men's Chorus.
Following Goldberg's intro (she referred to us as “family”...) and a more impassioned intro by Milk protégé Cleve Jones, the 60-minute presentation was thoroughly impressive, especially considering how well-mined the subject matter is. It was especially exciting to see and hear on the day the Supreme Court declined to review some lower court decisions, bringing marriage equality to five states immediately and another six in the long run, but this piece would be exciting to see and hear any day or night of the week, at any point in history.
The reason I Am Harvey Milk has a timelessness is that it's about the overall struggle for equality and fairness, even as it uses Milk's personal political odyssey to get at that larger theme.
I was lulled to light sleep at times by the beauty and sonic purity, but there were plenty of attention-getting highlights, most notably the jumpin' “Enough Is Enough”-inspired “Friday Night in the Castro” (complete with clapping hands and gay boogie), the triumphant “Lavender Pen” (recounting Mayor Moscone's signing of a non-discrimination proclamation) and the searing “Tired of the Silence”, in which the assembled singers exhort every gay person in the world to come out, come out, come out. (Using images that included reluctant, quasi-out Jodie Foster was perhaps a misstep, but damned if they weren't up-to-the-minute enough to include headlines from earlier today!)
Fantastic evening, surrounded by a lot of civic-minded gay people and our supporters, lovers of the arts and some glitterati; but the snazzy ensembles and relentless fitness of the crowd was just fashion, and the music and words were a reminder than being loud and demanding respect never goes out of style.
Thomas Burgess, a hot-as-anything rugby player, has had his nuts publicly waxed to help raise awarness and money for cancer research. I personally would rather let cancer rage on than get my balls waxed—I can not imagine the pain—so I cheer him for his strength.
It's a Chippendales infestation as the strip org turns 35!
Rick Perry plays the Joan Rivers card against abortion.
Are you ready for Dick: The Documentary?
The Comeback's comeback explained.
Howard Stern regular dies @ 39.
Justice Kagan officiates at same-sex wedding.
Looking hits the Folsom Street Fair.
Broadway Flea Market raises over $700K for AIDS.
“Fuck it—I quit!” anchor explains her actions.
American Horror Story: Freakshow cast shots are shudder-inducing.
When jocks become underwear models.
I had fun at today's Broadway Flea Market, where hundreds of thousands of dollars are raised in a single day for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS, but I did have a particularly nerdy problem that sort of blew me away momentarily.
I went because (1) You can always find fun stuff to buy, cheap and (2) They always have stars selling autographs and photo ops. This year, the only two stars I wanted were Patrick Wilson and David Hyde Pierce, and both were in the first block, meaning they were signing autographs from 11AM to 11:50AM, then would be posing for photos (you're supposed to pick one or the other...never been a fan of how this is organized).
Got there early, stood in line, then was told—SURPRISE!—Tony Danza had shown up and would do photos for 50 bucks! So worth it. Never met him, often...thought of...him growing up. Who's the boss? Tony Danza was, more than once, in my gaydreams. So I signed up for all three and they pulled me to get David (at first they said he would only pose with Bebe Neuwirth, whom I've already met, and then when they saw my money slipping away, they locked him in for a single). Took forever because for some reason, they were escorting people up to get their autographs done during the photo period. I kept looking around and saw Andy Mientus and others doing their photo ops, but was resolute I would not miss Patrick or Tony.
When it came time, no one wanted to say, “Miss Neuwirth, please step out of the picture,” least of all I (has anyone ever said that???), so I got her free.
I went back into the line, only to be told Tony had done his very few photos and was done. I freaked out, offering to pay extra, and they confirmed he'd left. I was so mad. I know, I know—focus on getting a job and paying for food, Matt...Tony is around often, Matt—but it was disheartening. I felt like “Angela” almost getting a kiss from “Tony” in an early episode, unaware it wouldn't be consummated for many seasons. So then I said, “Well, when is Patrick doing his?” “Oh, he's done, too.”
I lost it.
Losing it inspired the harried volunteers to find it—they charged me double (so much for the free Bebe!), but they got me a dedicated pic with Patrick.
Patrick Wilson is just a handsome creature and a strapping guy. We did our shot and I cooed about Little Children, a stunning film, and then I had to tell him the one Patrick Wilson story I have: