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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:
ABOVE: Meet an exceptionally tight, tight end.
Matthew McConaughey will not be in Magic Mike 2.
If this doesn't make you want to kill that t.A.T.u. bitch, nothing will.
Scots voting NO on independence.
Joe Manganiello had sympathy for his LGBTI friends' suffering.
Last day to own a piece of Madonna history.
This ex-gay couple has HOT chemistry...and matching plaids!
Please check out my Kickstarter...I'm getting closer and closer!
Jessie J and Ariana G ditch Nicki M.
Ariana Grande does not ditch her fans.
Brian Sims on the Philly gay-bashing.
Check out the bulge on this one:
Jimmy Somerville's orgiastic “Travesty”.
San Francisco politician is a Truvada...user.
Jared Leto's huge one.
Another insane mass shooting, this time a grandfather wipes out his family.
TRAILER: Is Big Eyes Tim Burton's comeback?
Jennifer Lopez is now a money-eating ass.
Clay Aiken's NYC fundraiser was in snark-infested waters, thanks to Vocativ.
Ben Affleck, like a dog returning to its own shit, returns to Details.
If you are “horrified” by the above cover, grow up.
Robin Williams + gay hustler = must-see movie.
Is Beyoncé really not Blue Ivy's mom after all?
Insane racist woman in death threat-laden viral video.
HOT guys, HARD at work.
'90s teen heartthrob Andrew Keegan invented a religion.
Lady Gaga's lesbian fan letter.
Chris Martin's got a type: Annoying blondes.
Christian singer Vicky Beeching comes out swinging in 1st post-coming out interview.
Ferguson cops beat a suspect, charged him for bloodying their uniforms.
Papal selfies are the latest thing.
Gay blogger thinks gay men need to grow up and stay out of the bars.
Pioneering skateboarder Jay Adams dies @ 53.
In Entertainment Weekly (August 15, 2014), the esteemed actor Kevin Spacey, presumed to be gay by just about everyone (hence my post title), relates a really cute story of his former fanboy years, when he ambushed Katharine Hepburn after her performance in A Matter of Gravity in L.A.:
“I was 13 or 14 years old. She parked her station wagon in the loading dock of the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, and I was waiting there with a bouquet of flowers. She came down this landing and she stopped and she looked at me. [In a Hepburn voice] 'You've waited for me. How lovely!' She took the flowers and sat on the bumper of her car and answered my questions about Spencer Tracy for, like 15 minutes.”
They apparently became pen pals and then pals.
What do you see first, his bulging abs or his bulging...?
Supercute Danny Roberts from The Real World is still adorbs.
Buzzfeed's Chris Geidner is NGLJA's Journalist of the Year.
Why would Rick Santorum want a photo op with Eric Stonestreet???
John McCain sad that he has no dinner invites from President Obama.
Jane Fonda lashes out at Rupert Murdoch.
Angry landlord decapitated tenant while she was alive, dismembered her.
SHOCK!: Megyn Kelly has no idea what she's talking about.
Long Island Medium's Theresa Caputo called a fraud.
Amanda Lepore inks book deal.
The new Giovanni's Room can sell her book!
That Madonna snippet was a re-do of “La Isla Bonita”.
Just like the dude in the first link, this one also has a lot going for him:
I spent a nice evening at the 82nd Street Barnes & Noble, attending the booksigning for the memoir I Said Yes to Everything (Blue Rider, $28.95) by Lee Grant (b. October 31, 1925)...though it did have some ups and downs.
First, getting there 20 minutes before the start time, I was nonplused to find the entire seating area filled. The crowd was older, and the event free, which made for an interesting time when it came to the things one overheard:
“Who exactly is this person?”
“She was in everything in the '60s and '70s.”
“How old is she? Eighty-eight? That's a very flattering photo on the cover.”
“What's she going to talk about? A book? What book?”
Joy Behar (b. October 7, 1942) had a ringside seat [later asking a loaded question about Grant's Broadway co-star Peter Falk (September 16, 1927—June 23, 2011)], while the rest of us just stood around like groupies. Grant was there early, off to the side, eyeballing the attendees and excusing herself silently to find a bathroom. It was cute that she looked so pleased by the big crowd.
Grant was engaged in a conversation by well-known biographer Tom Santopietro, who repeatedly joked about Grant being the star. Grant was very comfortable doing the same, cracking jokes, cursing and openly reflecting about her early career, her experience being blacklisted for a dozen years and her transition to directing mostly documentaries.
Of her experience on the blacklist, she recalled stumbling into it after doing a Broadway play with J. Edward Bromberg (December 25, 1903—December 6, 1951) and many others who'd fled the House Un-American Activities. She was asked how she felt about his death of a heart attack and said she felt he'd been hounded to his death...and that quote wound up in Red Channels.
One highlight was when she reminisced about walking down the aisle to receive her Oscar and thinking it was a big fuck you to the McCarthyites who'd tried to keep her down.
For an 88-year-old woman, she looks and acts far younger, and has not only her wits but also her wit about her.
The questions were—shocker!—really great. These things usually have at least one or two embarrassing queries, but this time, Grant fielded thoughtful questions about stage fright, making diverse projects like her Columbo episode (March 1, 1971) and the '90s gay-themed movie It's My Party (1996) and how she felt when her sitcom Fay (1975) was axed after eight episodes.
After, we lined up. I spotted the fabulous actress Barbara Barrie (b. May 23, 1931) off to the side, chatting, but she gave off a vibe of, “Don't.” So I hesitated. After I saw her sign an autograph and then receive an intro by Grant, who'd begun signing in earnest, I knew I would go for a photo. By pure luck, Barrie was with the legendary singer Barbara Cook (b. October 25, 1927) when I got over to them. I asked politely for a photo with them both. “With? Yes,” Barrie said, implicitly saying no to a posed shot of just the two of them.
“Oh, is it your birthday?” Cook asked, why I had no idea. Turns out she'd misheard something I said, but I didn't want to correct her. Barrie was amazed that Cook had guessed that just from seeing me. I felt guilty taking advantage of birthday positivity, but it was just an oops. The pic is cute.
When I got up to Grant, I told her it was nice to be able to admire her both as an actress and as a person, because so many major stars are—and then the guy behind me was snapping our photo, so I smiled. “What? So many are what?” Grant wanted to know, ignoring the camera. Click. So that's why the photo is less than ideal. But oh, well, we look engaged in conversation.
“Sorry, so many are right-wingers,” I finished. She pooh-poohed that until I clarified, delicately, that I meant so many who were making movies in the '40s and, like she was, the '50s. With that proviso, she agreed.
I was able to get her people/the store's rep to approve my getting a posed shot of Ms. Grant—and I do mean one—posed shot in-between the umpteen fans who were queued up to buy her book.
It wasn't ideal, photo-wise (though my shots of Grant and of the Barbaras turned out great!), but it was still a thrill to be able to meet an Oscar-winning, one-of-a-kind actress and director whom I truly thought I'd never get to see.
I can't wait to read her book. If you've never seen The Landlord (1970), recommended to me by my pal Gordon not so very long ago, seek it out.
My pal Bob Deutsch has unparalleled stories of star-chasing back in the day, having asked Marilyn Monroe for her autograph as she entered MSG to sing “Happy Birthday” to Kennedy and having spent quality time with a pregnant Carol Burnett in her NYC apartment.
He went from shooting stars as a fan to shooting them professionally, and he's graciously sharing some of his hottest boys from the '60s—'80s in a series of posts starting now. Here are some pictures from his casual shoot with Parker Stevenson, of whom he says:
“He came to my apartment in the '70s—I really can't remember how I got him to do this, but he was really sweet and he did a photo shoot. A few weeks after this, I was in Hollywood and got on the set of The Hardy Boys and he introduced me to Shaun Cassidy...the rest is history!”
Two more shots of the man whom Kirstie Alley claims is in possesion of a big one after the jump...