Ah! So nice of Pride.com to include Boy Culture in its list of great gay date-night picks.
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Alaska is serving “Anus,” and don't you dare send it back to the kitchen!
Keep reading for the video, and buy the book I wrote with her here ...
Months ago, I bought my mom and I tickets to see Carol Burnett's latest show, a traveling Q&A about her life and career aimed at plugging her upcoming book, In Such Good Company: Eleven Years of Laughter, Mayhem, and Fun in the Sandbox (Crown Archetype, September 2016). It was as much a gift to myself as it was to her, and the event ensured I'd visit more than just at Christmas for a change.
Having parted with my original tickets (to my good buddy Shaun and his partner and a mutual friend) in favor of reasonably priced front-row (!) seats, we sat waiting for Carol to emerge, just like we had waited for her show to begin each week over 40 years ago. This time, we were side-by-side. Back then, I was usually at the end of my parents' bed, or even hidden at the foot of it (if I wasn't supposed to be up), where I would sometimes fall asleep and trip my dad in the middle of the night.
I once wrote Carol to tell her it was her fault I didn't have more brothers and sisters, because my parents were too engrossed in her show. I also wrote her to ask her to contribute a one-word description of Madonna for my Encyclopedia Madonnica 20, a request you might think someone of her generation would ignore or even find annoying. Instead, Carol was the very first star to reply—with a handwritten note, no less. Her word? TALENTED!, with the exclamation point.
Now, waiting for Carol to come on, the man we sat next to kept asking me, “Are you excited?” I think he was using me to talk to himself. He also wanted to compare ticket prices, as older men love to do.
What I paid was more than worth it.
Lesbians wrongfully arrested for kissing in Honolulu have settled their lawsuit for $80K.
Hillary Clinton's campaign infrastructure is 10X the size of Tiny Hands Trump's. Let's hope it helps.
— POLITICO (@politico) May 21, 2016
Check out the new Resource Center for LGBT people in Dallas, located in landmark building.
George Zimmerman sells gun he used to murder Travyon Martin for $250,000.
My experience at O'Hare with the TSA on Saturday: Insanely long lines, but I did get through quickly:
Growing up, the bald guys in my family were my grandfather on my mom's side, and his son, my uncle. Nobody else.
Still, always hearing rumors that baldness strikes on your mom's side worried me, probably a bit too much. It was, after all, the '80s, and hair was everything. My own hair was fine as corn silk, but nice 'n' thick, and I spent many years torturing it with a layer of gel, a blow-dry, more gel and a sheen of hairspray. It did not move.
In the '90s, I transitioned to a Leonardo DiCaprio look before reverting to the style I've had, more or less, for over 15 years—short, spiked.
For years, I noticed a spot on my crown (is that baldness? am I going bald?) that seemed to grow slowly. Probably 10 years ago, a pic I posted on a social site that obscured my ID but showed my head received a charming reply from one anonymous perv, who couldn't resist knocking my “vaguely balding pate.”
Amir Issa, murdered with a shotgun, allegedly for being gay (Image via Facebook/New York Daily News)
Executed by his own dad for being gay?
After 27 years, Smithers is finally coming out as gay.
Japanese Encyclopedia Madonnica.
Shannon Bolin of the original Damn Yankees dies @ 99.
Sherlock Holmes actor Douglas Wilmer dies @ 96.
Can't pronounce Elyas M'Barke? Just look at his butt. (Work Unfriendly)
I'm selling off extra stock of the (surprisingly many) books I've written or to which I've contributed. All prices are inclusive of shipping (only with the U.S. for now to avoid customs forms).
Includes kids' books, Madonna, gay erotic, and the '80s.
Check them out here, then email me if you are interested in buying any. Thanks!