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Nov 27 2016
6-PACK — Lucian STILL Not Lucid + Kellyanne Conway vs. Mitt Romney + Falwell Offered Sec. Of Education! + Flirting With Disaster Movies + Indifference She Wrote + Ball-Busted! Comments (0)

Screen Shot 2016-11-27 at 4.22.42 PM(Image via Instagram @RevoLucian)

WIDGETLucian Piane begs for a 5150, calling black people N-words, exposing himself, Holocaust-harrumphing.

WIDGETKellyanne Conway is reallllly against Mitt Romney being made Secretary of State.

WIDGETThanks again, LGBTQs who voted for Trump: He tried to make Falwell Jr. Sec. of Education!

Screen Shot 2016-11-27 at 4.28.22 PMAva Gardner, Henry Fonda, Leslie Nielsen, Shelley Winters (Image via AVCO/Embassy)

WIDGETBest write-up of a disaster movie you've never seen that you'll ever read.

WIDGETAngela Lansbury turns her nose up at new Beauty and the Beast movie.

Screen Shot 2016-11-27 at 4.11.02 PMMe with Busted in 2002. Their apartment then was an old mental facility! (Image via Matthew Rettenmund)

WIDGETSexy boy band puts their testes on a restaurant table to celebrate new recording contract.

Boyband-BustedBusted as they appear today (Image via East West)

 
Nov 16 2016
6-PACK — Engaging Gay Celebs + Gosselaar Bears All + One SCOTUS Pick Wants Gays Jailed + Trump's Alleged Victims Speak + Trump Political Arm? + Joe Simpson Ailing Comments (0)
 

Sun rays, tittays ☀️

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*widget boy cultureABOVE: Ricky Martin is engaged to this. BELOW: Jonathan Knight is engaged to this. I'm single!

*widget boy cultureMark-Paul Gosselaar goes full-on bear.

*widget boy cultureOne Trump SCOTUS possible believes gay people should be imprisoned for having sex. Period.

*widget boy cultureThe women who have accused Trump of sexual impropriety speak out: “We as a country did not listen.”

*widget boy cultureTrump wants political arm outside White House — sounds like he's making good on this.

*widget boy cultureJessica Simpson's manager/photographer dad Joe, rumored to be gay, reportedly has stage 4 cancer.

Screen Shot 2016-11-16 at 10.14.11 AMI worked with Joe in my teen-pop days. Always a lovely  man. (Image via Matthew Rettenmund)

 
Nov 08 2016
This Is Where I'll Be — Good Luck To All Sane U.S. Citizens Comments (0)

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Nov 06 2016
Inside Hillary's Biggest NYC Field Office Comments (0)

Screen Shot 2016-11-06 at 12.59.14 AM(All images by Matthew Rettenmund)

I got word about Hillary's Election Night bash at the Javits on Tuesday—which we hope will be a victory party—and was told all I had to do was pick up tickets in person Saturday or Sunday.

So, I trekked to her Manhattan field office way downtown and got into a gigantic line of upbeat Democrats and #NeverTrumpers, spending about an hour and change making our way closer to the door.

IMG_4738Note the prominent shout-out to Orlando.

Everyone kept asking either me or a young girl behind me what the line was for, and no one had a negative reaction. Most went out of their way to express positivity, including several foreign tourists who wished us luck. I spent half the time chatting with a millennial who had many of my same opinions, including that Hillary would win, that Bernie might have proved to be an unexciting campaigner (and that we'll never know what would've happened had he won the nomination) and that Hillary would never run for a second term.

IMG_4726One can hope!

Looking in on the space, it was like a movie set of a campaign office! (Okay, reminiscent of Taxi Driver.) Very bright and bustling with young intellectuals and scores of people signing up to volunteer. Once inside, an exhausted young woman took my ID and the name of my guest, then handed me the tickets.

Screen Shot 2016-11-06 at 1.07.56 AMThey're gonna hear us roar!

Now, I just have to show up to the Javits around 6 p.m. and hope that we get in.

Wish me luck—wish us all luck.

 
Nov 05 2016
BOY CULTURE Turns 11 Comments (0)

IMG_4503Guy, with iPhone—why not take all of me??? (Image by Matthew Rettenmund)

Today is my blog's 11th anniversary.

I never dreamed I'd make it another year after 10, and it's been a rough year, blog-wise, behind the scenes. I feel like the blog has solid content lately, though, and I'll definitely keep it going as I continue to see through a major project in the next six months.

But while I pour a lot of myself into the blog, it can't last forever. It's such a time drain for the money I get back, even if it also gives me a lot of pleasure. And free theater tickets.

I welcome any constructive input on what could make it better in the comments below—and FYI, I'm considering a cosmetic overhaul, too.

Of the blog, not of me, though I could use more hair (on my head) and a few other tuneups.

Happy birthday, Boy Culture!

Check out last year's collection of favorite posts here.

 
Nov 04 2016
In NYC, Cher Sings Hillary's Praises, Says BIG PUSSY Trump Has NO SYMPATHY, NO EMPATHY, NO HUMANITY, Warns We Will Be Unsafe If He Wins Comments (0)

Screen Shot 2016-11-03 at 11.12.23 PM(Images by Matthew Rettenmund)

I was pissed off when I missed my chance to get a pic-with alongside Cher earlier this year—the unpredictable diva did several meet-and-greet events nearby (Fire Island, for one), but none that worked for me. So I was thrilled when the Hillary campaign announced a new set of events—including one right in Chelsea: Cher is Strong Enough for Hillary in NYC. Thanks to Ben Ryan and Jeff Campagna and all the other chairs, it turned out to be a dream-come-true kind of event.

For $250, you got to share air with Cher, for $1,000 you got a pic-with and I'm sure people paid even more for a private reception, all worth it to help Hillary become president and to help ourselves to some face-time with Cher.

I polled Facebook to figure out what I should wear. I had bought a fake leather (Nasty Pig!) shirt that I thought looked good on me, and that would be very Cher, but I also had a more ME polo. Then there was a sleek black Hillary tee.

People liked the tee the best, but I stuck with my gut (and I'm sure my eventual pic-with will reveal said gut) because I wanted to try something new. I even left the house with stubble! Gasp. (Hey, once I'm totally bald, I'll need options.)

The event was held at The Park on 10th Avenue, which has lighted trees inside and so little other light you could mistake Cher for me, so it had a nice, romantic, upscale-NYC vibe. I hovered near the front, where it was obvious Cher would eventually speak. I was behind a cool chick and her crispy friend (in a cute way), who was angry when he thought I was asking him to take my picture with Cher (since he knew I was getting one anyway!). They were sweet, and they unwittingly held my spot for me when, 45 minutes late, those of us getting pic-withs were called into the receiption area to form a line.

Some queens who'd just met her were talking about her vampiric agelessness, suggesting they'd had long moments to drink it in, and it soon became clear from the slow line that she was taking her sweet time with each person. Right when I got to the door, before stepping into Cher's presence, the handler was saying they needed a better puller because people were taking too long. I said, “Not yet!” and he snapped, “No. We do.” Bad timing ... but they didn't get around to it until I was done, haha.

Scan 8My shots from the back of Cher's November '88 Marshall Field's Uninhibited event

When it was my turn, I approached Cher, who was luminous under black hair, in a black, cleavage-baring outfit and black accessories (and so tall). I told her I'd been at a Marshall Field's event for her perfume Uninhibited 28 years ago and had been able to ask her a question, which I'd thought was going to be my ultimate Cher moment. (At the event, I asked her what she thought of tabloids, to which she replied, “Just look at the pictures.” I also sent up a tube with her “Skin Deep” 45 sleeve in it and my address and the bitch sent it back to me autographed within days!!! Ah, the '80s.)

“But this is better,” I said, emphasizing how lovely it was to pose for a picture with her. Cher replied, “Well ... yeah!” She then leaned in, pushing her hair in my face, and said, “And I still smell exactly the same—smell me!”

It was, indeed, Uninhibited. Or a reasonable facsimile. Or I just think that's what it smelled like.

I got beside her and two snaps went off before I was ready, but Cher must've felt the same because she asked for a third and pressed her head right against mine. It was so warm of her to do that. I hope I don't look utterly terrified. In pleather.

I thanked her for doing her Hillary tour and went directly back to my front-stage spot, while everyone else was shooed over to the side.

It took her a good 30 minutes more to do the other photos, but she was finally introduced hilariously by an elected official (who noted her use of the toilet emjoi for Trump and suggested it might also be used to represent Comey, Christie, Thiel and Giuliani) and then strode out onto her short catwalk and stood behind a lucite lectern with STRONGER TOGETHER emblazoned on the front of it.

Cher spoke with no notes for about 20 minutes. Here are the highlights (all transcribed by me—please provide link and credit if used anywhere):

On her right to speak up and her empathy for the poor:

Mostly Trump supporters and usually Republicans say, you know, “Libtard, you have no idea what's going on, you have no right to have a voice, just vote and shut up.” And if you read my Twitter, sometimes I'm very pleasant. And sometimes not so much ... I understand shame and I understand poverty. My grandmother picked cotton, my mother when she was 8 years old helped support her family by singing on bartops ... We were poor for the most part, really poor for the most part, but then my mother did marry this really rich guy and we moved to Beverly Hills and it was like the Clampetts. Okay? And I realized that rich is better.

Relating her dyslexia to being simpatico with LGBTQ people:

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Oct 31 2016
A Brief History Of My Brief History With Halloween Costumes Comments (0)

Scan 8 copy 2Me, left; my cousin Wally, right, practicing for our future mugshots. His funny, middle-aged neighbor lady came in blackface. (All images via Matthew Rettenmund)

Like all kids, I dressed up for Halloween every year.

I loved trick or treating—we would venture out of our subdivision as I got older, seeking out new, more exotic candies, and those rare houses that foolishly gave kids full-sized candy bars. Who cared about razor blades? We were looking for a Mr. Goodbar.

Scan 8 copyAs Superman with my li'l sis. That's Buffy the dog, my mom and my Grandpa Toole on the periphery.

But as for costumes, I never really got into it as much as some. Most of my get-ups were $2 and came from Meijer's Thrifty Acres or Bueche's.

I remember being a red devil, Superman, the Six Million-Dollar Man, Scooby-Doo, a woman (4th grade), a werewolf, a hobo with Vaseline/coffee grounds for a five o'clock shadow and then my final look before I stopped trick or treating: Groucho Marx. A nod to my belief I should've been born in the '20s. (Glad I wasn't! I'm fine being a part of the Not-So-Greatest Generation if it means I get to avoid WWII.)

Scan 8More than a woman! I wore my mom's wig and cocktail dress. My sister was a cheerleader ... found in a river?

When I went off to college, I believe I only dressed up one time, in 1991—and I went as Theda Bara, with Marilyn Monroe's take on Theda as my inspiration.

Scan 10We took selfies first, kids! Me as a werewolf. I had latex clawed hands, but the face was just mascara, I think.

I have not done a Halloween costume since, mainly because I haven't been invited to a Halloween party since! Maybe I need to start drinking. Or maybe I just need more considerate friends. But if I did dress again, I would probably look for those $2 costumes with the vinyl bodysuits again. Do they make a Jean Harlow one of those?!

Scan 9My final costume—Theda Bara! My underarm hair skirted the Hays Code.

 
Oct 27 2016
That Was And Will Again Be So Raven! Comments (0)

How fun! Raven-Symoné (who suddenly looks like she did back in her Disney Channel days) just announced she's leaving The View to do a That's So Raven sequel.

Screen Shot 2016-10-27 at 8.48.43 PMThis is probably 10 years ago (Image via Matthew Rettenmund)

I worked with Raven many times during my Popstar! days. I remember doing a phoner and asking her about boys and she said, “Wellllllllll ...” Plus she was supposed to be Lindsay Lohan's roommate, it didn't work out and she was way more pissed than just a roommate would've been. So yeah, I loved that kooky girl. Definitely among Disney's most talented, and Gary Marsh over there certainly knew talent.

Screen Shot 2016-10-27 at 8.48.00 PMI don't recall the photog who shot this promo, but it's definitely so, so Raven ...

Moreover, her show was highly watchable—even for adults. I think she belongs in that space, producing and acting rather than spouting her opinions every morning. I'll watch her sequel!