52 posts categorized "CHICAGO"
Bobsledder Simon Dunn (above) is hot. Much proof here.
Elusive perfect pec bounce captured on film!
President Obama says U.S. racism is “deeply rooted.”
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Attempts to change the narrative on Ferguson should be resisted.
Extremely tense confrontation between protester and NYPD.
Chicago FurFest convention hit with dangerous chlorine gas attack.
This is one reason why I can't bring myself to see the new Annie.
Labour MSP calls Madonna a “silly exhibitionist,” condemns her boobies.
Mayor de Blasio to intro bill (today) to ban horse-drawn carriages.
Angelo's “Delusions of Grandeur”.
Is Bianca Del Rio the “Joan Rivers of drag”?
Even Hugh Hefner thinks Bill Cosby's a freak if the allegations are true.
THE GAY BLADE: Olympic figure skater Eric Radford comes out.
Nick Jonas gets naked for Kingdom.
The luck's run out for Sen. Mary Landrieu (D-Louisiana).
Meth-smuggling gay pornstar Bruno Knight gets 2 years.
In truth, I thought Roddy McDowall's photographs of Elizabeth Taylor were pedestrian, but I told him I thought he'd taken some of the best shots ever of his good friend because I knew he would love to hear that. He looked up from signing my book—his book—to thank me, and seemed pleased that I was a cute college kid.
I'd come to see him in Chicago because I knew, had heard, he was gay. That was the attraction, not his movies, his sexual orientation. He was someone I knew to be secretly gay. I was also secretly gay, at least, I was secretly gay in Chicago. A bunch of my Michigan friends knew, but my Chicago friends hadn't gotten an official press release just yet.
Well, I got him to sign that book and he signed a postcard of one of his Elizabeth Taylor portraits (to my mom because I'd mentioned we used to say she looked like La Liz), but I didn't have the courage to engage him further. Wish I had. He died less than 10 years later.
BOY CULTURE REVIEW: ***1/2 out of ****
The last time I saw Karen Finley on stage was around 1990 in Chicago, at the height of her notoriety as one of the NEA Four—artists whose grants were voided when right-wingers decided to make an issue of their work's sexual and political content. I recall her being smeared in chocolate pudding, among other things. It was a heady time for edgy performers—I saw Finley, Annie Sprinkle (my first cervix sighting!) and Lypsinka the same year—but there must be something in the air, because I just saw two of those three again in 2014.
Finley is performing Karen Finley: Written in Sand at Baruch Performing Arts Center every Thursday through October 23. The show is a 90-minute, stripped down collection of her AIDS-related work, consisting of Finley and a musical accompanist. I have to say that while it begins with a characteristically out-there series of vignettes (and ends with an amazing tribute to the black sheep of the world), the show quickly becomes irresistibly, uncomfortably, movingly intimate; she's able to summon up vivid visions of the many friends she's lost to AIDS with sometimes sad, sometimes sly in-jokes and the verbal shorthand that exists between all friends.
Just hearing her unique speech in person was exciting to me—this is, after all, the woman who commanded us all to drop our ghetto blasters:
Karen at 1:39, 2:27, etc.
I found her works challenging and raw, even as Finley herself—she would emerge from in character every so often to wink at us and reassure us, or to charmingly play off any rough transitions—came across as endearingly open and flat-out funny.
Bonus of seeing Karen Finley in 2014 instead of 1990? Jesse Helms is dead.
Keep reading for some classic Finley works...
When I was in Chicago to promote Encyclopedia Madonnica in 1995, I met Jae-Ha Kim at the Chicago Sun-Times, which resulted in this lavish coverage—a two-page spread in the gigantic newspaper. She was a doll, and we have remained in touch off and on ever since.
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ISIL beheads American journalist Steven Sotloff.
Bolivia and Israel are officially on a break.
I don't like reclining airline passengers either but grow the fuck up.
I want to be Sofia Vergara's vagina.
Where all the hot MSMs vacation...Chicago???
Now Groot joins Jennifer Lawrence on list of celebs violated by iCloud.
McKayla Maroney's argument vs. sites posting her nudes: She was jailbait.
Fashion Police is on a two-week hold. That's...optimistic!
Raja is officially more sickening than salmonella.
Nestle makes bank while California dries up.
Beloved LGBT activist Andrew Cray succumbs to cancer.
Illinois seems poised to elect an out of touch rich tool as governor.
Cuba Gooding Jr. is all cracked out!
Murderous Russian mobster takes issue with where your penis goes.
BRAID DAY: Texas Native American kindergartener sent home for long hair.
Keanu Reeves is 50 and looks like this.
Why everyone seems to hate Frankie Grande.
Steve Grand, who seems to be hitting his already amazing arms ever-so-slightly harder these days, had another triumphant set at Chicago's Market Days this weekend, playing to an uncomfortably packed yet still happy (know that feeling?) crowd.
Also at Market Days, former teen popstar Aaron Carter gave what my tipster called a great, energetic performance, thanking his gay-boy fans and even changing the word girl to boy in one tune.
Will try to post some video later; check back tomorrow.
$20 tickets to Play/Date in NYC with discount code: PRIDE
Matthew Mitcham sings Dolly Parton!
Sean O'Pry is a boxing-themed wet dream.
LaBeouf wasted in Times Square prior to Cabaret arrest.
Kellan Lutz is bursting with muscles.
Big Brother's Cody Calafiore shows off his hot buns.
100+ gay couples get married in Toronto.
Kaylan Morgan's got some hot laigs.
Shark off Fire Island cruising boats.
Anti-gay Illinois candidate Bruce Rauner is Gay Pride target.
Gay state senator marries in Colorado for spite. (And love!)
Novak Djokovic shows off in his snug boxer-briefs.