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I had a blast at an intimate cocktail party earlier for Cocktails & Classics (#CocktailsAndClassics), the Logo TV series that's a (good and bad) movie lover's wet dream. So glad Michael Musto asked me!
The show, hosted by one of my celebrity crushes, Michael Urie (whose performance in Buyer & Cellar is one of the best things I've ever seen of any kind), brings together gay gab, cinema and the sometimes befuddled stars of neo-classics in a chatfest of which you'd die to be a part.
The party was to celebrate the show's second season, and was held at The Eventi - A Kimpton Hotel (#EventiHotel) in Chelsea in a charming screening room, where we all watched Mommie Dearest (1981) ... again!
At the screening, I had a great chat with Urie about Madonna (he raved about her Rebel Heart Tour, his first-ever Madonna concert!) and Manilow (he is a Manilover); kibitzed with Musto about his ready-to-wear statement necklace made of wire hangers; listened in shock as Mommie Dearest actress Rutanya Alda told me Faye Dunaway recently asked her to help her write Dunaway's proposed memoir about the movie for free; said hi to CockyBoys pornstar Tayte Hanson; did an interview with Tym Moss; and was reunited with Jason Russo of HeyMrJason Photography, who shot my book(s) party. I sat with fellow blogger Kenneth Walsh of Kenneth in the (212) and our pal Greg Endries, the latter of whom won the night by exclaiming, “I'll have what she's having!” when Christina Crawford/Diana Scarwid was moaning during her ovarian-tumor episode.
After the jump, check out 99% of the fun panel talk that preceded the movie, featuring Musto, Urie, Shangela and the ageless Alda (presented in black-and-white for that extra cinematic flair) ...
Tonight, three years (I can't believe it!) after my run-in with President Obama, I was able to attend a reception for future President Hillary Clinton at Jay Z's 40/40 Club on W. 25th St. here in Manhattan.
Entering, we had to pass a couple of anti-Hillary loons in Pinocchio noses murmuring about Benghazi. Oddly, they didn't really dampen anyone's enthusiasm. The woman is imperfect, but her desire to change the country for the better and her intellect are formidable.
It was an intimate gathering, no more than about 60 supporters, I would guess, a decidedly youthful and racially diverse lot. I spent most of my time chatting with a sexy guy whose company is already helping the campaign take advantage of digital outreach, and a guy who apparently invented an app that scans any object at all and provides you with info about it. He was telling me that the legendary photographer Albert Watson has promised him 7,000 outtakes of his famous shots of the late Steve Jobs.
As you may have read, I think the much-hyped Hamilton is—if anything—underrated!
I had a great time at the show, and was lucky enough to get to go backstage, where I met up with the charming Andrew Chappelle and other members of this talented cast.
All were super nice, and I was again surprised by how tall Jonathan Groff really is. (We bumped into him on the way out, as he was graciously mingling with his stage-door sallies.)
My new online pal over at Nights in Weho has posted this delicious reminiscence of his experience at the long overdue reunion of the cast of Chopping Mall (1986).
It's a horror flick that's equal parts young lust and unfortunate death.
His fave heartthrob, John Terlesky, was the obvious highlight!
Just days after I was first with that amazing clip of Chef Ryan Durant (he of the preheated-to-375° stare) and then posted a gallery of his poses, I got a call that his manager, a fellow Madonna nut, was hanging with him in Hell's Kitchen and wanted to introduce us.
Ryan is the perfect pocket straight—ridiculously adorable and polite, and graciously thanked me repeatedly for giving him the exposure. Seems my post begat other blogs' posts and BOOM! he met with some big shots today. It's amazing to me how quickly things can work when attention is focused.
I do have to let you know that while it sometimes feels like anyone that cute would have to be at least bicurious, when I told him he looked a bit like Matt Bomer and he had no idea who that was, the case was closed: Heterosexual to the hilt, in spite of his restaurant's social media hashtag:
Which is not to say that he doesn't put up with gay-fan flirting well.
All this and the guy can cook and has natural blond highlights.
Stay tuned. Maybe he'll get his own show!
I could not be more excited to be published by Lethe, home of great and interesting and offbeat works in many genres, and a publisher that is not afraid to still publish gay books, and to call them gay books.
If you have ever read and enjoyed my blog, I would greatly appreciate it if you'd give my book a shot—it was a labor of (self-) love. I think even people who know me will be surprised by some of it, and it is my intention that every reader will come away having laughed a lot.
I write about my/our lifelong obsession with celebrity, whether it be growing up with Charlie's Angels, making lists of movie stars as egged on by my mom (who invariably gave me Faye Dunaway to get me going), working in porn, running a teen mag or—of course!—observing and interacting with Madonna.