29 posts categorized "MICHAEL MUSTO"
I was so happy to attend Michael Musto's pig, I mean big, roast Monday night — which raised cash for Callen-Lorde — until I actually went.
Just kidding; I guess the evening's rancor rubbed off!
The big-hearted downtown legend arranged his birthday bash this way for charity, but nobody present was feeling particularly charitable, as evidenced by a barrage of insults that would've had Don Rickles questioning the taste level.
I always figured Dominick Dunne had to be gay, in spite of his marriag eand children, and now Michael Musto — via an interview with Dunne's biographer Robert Hofler — is renovating the late crime and society writer's gilded closet in Out.
One interesting aspect of Dunne's history is that he apparently shared a loving relationship with Frederick Combs of The Boys in the Band (stage and screen) fame. I'm semi-obsessed with that play and its stars (there are three left alive, Combs not among them), so was surprised I never knew this. Says Hofler to Musto:
A number of people talk about him being the love of Dominick’s life. There was a character Mart Crowley based on Dominick—Alan, the one who’s fighting with his wife and you’re not sure of his sexuality.
So Alan was based on Dunne, and Dunne even produced the play!
Even more fascinating, Dunne — who became even more famous by doggedly covering the Menendez Brothers' trial — was apparently quite smitten with Erik, as were, well, a lot of people:
There’s a very weird interview he kept coming back to, and [Dunne] would say, “I’m sure that Jose Menendez called Erik a faggot and a queer and all these horrible things, and it reminded me of my father, who used to call me a sissy.” He said, “I so identified with Erik” and said, “We were both stutterers and had abusive fathers,” but he’d never take that next step and say, “And we were both gay.” He never dropped that other shoe, which was the big point of identification. That’s where all this stuff was coming from and he’d never go there. He always used the word “sissy”. Worse than that, relatives said Dominick should have been a little girl. It’s such a sexist thing because little girls are called a tomboy and that’s a kind of a compliment. There was some doubt as to whether Dominick was beaten by the father. The mother said it wasn’t true. Dominick said he had welts on his side from the beatings. It was the ‘30s and it’s possible the school wouldn’t take the action they would today. But when the Menendez boys talked about the scars from the abuse, Dominick kept pointing out, “Why didn’t anyone notice their scars?” But in his own report about his own abuse, he never said, “Why didn’t anyone notice why MY thighs were swollen?” He did have empathy, particularly for Erik because he was attracted to him. I found a letter he wrote to Erik in prison. He said, “I liked the screenplays you wrote. You’re a talented artist. I think you were misled by your brother.”
Oh, brother! (The hot one.)
Check out Money, Murder, and Dominick Dunne: A Life in Several Acts here.
Facebook @boycultureblog: Above, please check out my pics from last night's Cocktails & Classics party, hosted by Michaels Musto & Urie, with Robin Byrd & more!
The Guardian: In Amsterdam, a gay couple attacked for holding hands receives support from straight men, who poured into the streets holding hands.
Huff Post: Horrific chemical attack by Syrian government probably meant to send a message of defiance to all regimes seeking to oust Assad: He'll do anything.
Kenneth in the (212): Nick Heyward of Haircut 100 returns.
Facebook: Scruff plans Dance for Pride in New Delhi with local LGBTQ community.
Michael Musto, writing for Thump, contributes an essay on how former Mayor Giuliani destroyed NYC nightlife, all for the sake of making the city more favorable to big business and luxury housing.
Through Giuliani's actions, NYC has become far less interesting, top-heavy with 1%ers.
From the piece:
At one point in the 1990s, I nearly plotzed with shock as I was carded at the door of a bar. This hadn't happened for quite a while; most night spots didn't card at all, and besides, I was rapidly approaching middle age. But it was the Giuliani era, and some venue owners were starting to realize how strict they were going to have be to stay in business. No chances could be taken when it came to the law, even if my ID was practically an AARP card!
I'm all for making New York City nightlife safer and more livable. But I'm not in favor of sucking all the life of it, so it becomes a terrified place full of people minding their Ps and Qs while looking behind them to see if they're going to get busted for having fun.
As mayor of NYC from 1994 through 2001, Rudy Giuliani demonized nightlife as our city's bastard child, trying to smooth it over in order to make things safe for tourists and co-op owners. Ignoring the fact that nightlife pumped money and creative excitement into the city (which many tourists and co-op owners would have loved), he steamrolled over the industry, at the same time taking the porn out of Times Square and making it ready for people in Mickey Mouse costumes.
Don't miss it — it's a book-length piece of journalism all too relevant now that Trump has declared it to be “Giuliani Time” in America.
Trump's nominees to major positions are blowing off the standard vetting process, refusing to file forms. Senate leader Mitch McConnell shrugs.
Trump's national security pick Monica Crowley plagiarized her book. Politico now finds she plagiarized her PhD dissertation. Flunky, indeed.
John Kerry's State Dept. issues formal apology for decades of mistreatment of LGBTQ people. Powerful, and a last gasp of sanity.
Major thigh revealed by hairy dude in kilt.
Charles Busch on whether Madonna could become another Joan Crawford — in film!
Michael Musto recaps his love/hate/more hate/grudging respect relationship with Madonna for his old bosses at the Village Voice. He talks a lot of sense, though I must say—in spite of my dislike for Britney Spears—I do disagree that Madonna macking on the younger pop star (and Christina Aguilera was there, too, guys!!!) was unartistic and had no appeal. I fucking loved that moment. It was unreal how real it was to Justin Timberlake and to the teen-pop world, and though it was well-worn ground for Madonna, it was a point worth remaking in an iconic way.
I would say you can find more of Michael's always-entertaining (and firsthand) Madonna musings in my book, Encyclopedia Madonnica 20, but in fact you will find less. That sounds like a bad sales pitch, so instead I'll say:
You can find a different version of Michael's always-entertaining (and firsthand) Madonna musings in my book, Encyclopedia Madonnica 20!
In the end, I think his take on Madonna is that he knows she's a force, but doesn't have the affection for her that he has for Diana Ross or Lady Gaga. But they never kicked him out of his dressing room.
You are “a f*cking child” if you are a liberal who refuses to vote if Hillary Clinton gets the nomination, says Patton Oswalt.
Michael Musto remembers both Prince's liberating gender fluidity and sexual exploration, as well as his utterly poisonous religious transformation.
Julius', the oldest gay bar in Manhattan, has officially been added to the National Register of Historic Places.
Target is perfectly fine with whichever of its bathrooms you wanna use.