6 posts categorized "JOHN BARROWMAN"
Director Richard Linklater cops to gay subtext in his Everybody Wants Some!!: “It goes back to ancient Greece. Those early Olympics were performed in the nude.”
Kids of gay dads reportedly just as well-adjusted as other kids: “...gay fathers report similar parenting behavior and measures of wellbeing in their children.”
John Barrowman's husband, Scott Gill, flashes his peen during fan-targeted livestream.
It turns out that frequent masturbation just may save your life. Long live the thing.
Milo Ventimiglia gets naked, looks great from behind, in 2012's That's My Boy.
Over the weekend at a Wizard World event in Louisville, sexy John Barrowman—always cheeky in his photo ops—couldn't resist baring his booty in a group shot with his sci fi compatriots (including a rather amused Stephen Amell).
Thank you, John!
H/T Radio Times
My "then and now" gallery is above...
I wasn't going to attend the latest Hollywood Show in L.A. at the Westin LAX this past Saturday. I'd made up my mind that while dropping in would make all the sense in the world if I were an Angeleno, dropping in from across the frickin' country made about as much sense as the fact that Joan Collins does these things out of an actual need for cash. (See my other trips to autograph shows at #5 on this list.)
“Even my worst orgasm was right on the money.”—Woody Allen
But then I figured out a bunch of other stuff to do in L.A. and splurged, booking Monday and arriving with some goodies for a variety of the over 100 (!) scheduled stars to sign. Unfortunately, it was one of my least exciting shows, but I was still reminded of that Woody Allen quote. You know the one.
The show was meh because, for one thing, quite a few stars canceled, including some whose advertised presence had helped me decide to go in the first place. For example, I'd spent part of one day sourcing a fabulous Rene Auberjonois portrait from The Eyes of Laura Mars on eBay, then tracking it down in person here in NYC, only to discover that he'd canceled the night before. Apparently, Rene told a fellow celebrity guest, “I don't have any pictures to bring so I'm not going.”
I also missed seeing Dale Bozzio, the original Lady Gaga, whose lead vocals on the Missing Persons record Spring Session M are the perfect combo of pleasing and unnerving. No matter that she's since become a crazy cat lady—I love huh!
But it's a thin line between love and hate when it comes to fandom. I overheard one attendee fuming that the gossip columnist Rona Barrett had canceled (another one I'd been so curious to meet), saying, “She canceled? What a fucking bitch! I'm dying to meet her!”
Not having as many stars to “get” made for a leisurely show. Unfortunately, it did not make for one of my favorite shows; kudos to the organizers for rounding up so many diverse celebs, but it just so happened that the ones I was most excited to meet didn't wow me. I had precious few fun encounters...well, if we're talking about the ones with celebrities.
Here they are. I calls 'em likes I sees 'em...
My trip to New York Comic Con this year was as fun as last year: I attended the Teen Wolf panel (Dylan O'Brien is adorkable, creator Jeff Davis is sexy even if he spoke so much that one audience member specified that she wanted to hear from the actors "before Jeff answers"), but the rest of the time I just wandered around photographing people in costumes.
Seeing all these cute boys and hot men in bizarre outfits had the same effect on me this year as last...schwing! I don't get why the whole "let's dress as superheroes and fuck our brains out" thing never appealed to me until now, but I get it, even if I know so little about sci fi and/or horror that if I were to dress up it would probably be as Underdog.
Amazing what access you get from having a big camera. None of the guys thrilled to pose for me asked what the photos were for, but if any had, I'd planned to say, "Future masturbatory reference."
One guy in a skintight Superman tee posed, then his buddy, joking about my intentions, murmured, "And now, remove your pants..." So at least one person there understood me.
Barrowman nearly shoots on the tasty Comic Con cutie who I shot in the gallery above.
Along with being wowed by the nerdy beauty, I was also blown away by the ingenuity. Also, the people attracted to Comic Con seem to be so nice. Nobody is in a bad mood, freaking out, shoving, or overreacting to being nudge in the packed Javits. There is a sunny, communal feeling of, "We're indulging in our favorite thing int he world!" and the feeling is infectious.
I'll definitely be back.