His name is Million-Dollar Bill, but I don't think that's the one on his birth certificate.
I spent NYC's Gay Pride March on a float shared by The Adonis Lounge (strippers, some hookers) and AidforAIDS.org (which urges everyone to get tested for HIV). I'll have tons of sexy pictures of the guys and tons more of the general parade, but what follows is a, uh, humorous Q&A with the go-go boys on made-up world events...
Sad to hear that Jellybean's, a used record and book store that played a big part of my teen years, was struck my lightning and destroyed last night. There was more than one Michigan location, but this was the mother ship. I remember finding and buying—without having heard it—“She Went Pop” by Iam Siam there. Also, “Cities in Dust” by Siouxie and the Banshees, a Romeo Void promo, used paperbacks of Gore Vidal's work and countless other goodies.
I remember the porn the Flint location used to carry, and will never forget seeing a magazine featuring an obese African-American queen called Big, Bad Mama Jama. I bought a stack of old Jethro Tull vinyl for a boy I thought I loved and that rare Concert for Bangladesh Beatles album for the same boy, who in spite of my grand gestures remained defiantly hetero.
RIP, Jellybean's. Lighning! What a sad and powerful way for a business devoted to print and vinyl and other archaic forms to end—very primal.
Southern California experienced a 4.4-magnitude quake this morning around 6:30 a.m. I'm sure this is God's anger over the fact at New York City's St. Patrick's Day parade has lost most of its sponsors—including Guinness, ouch—over its anti-gay policy.
Watch those L.A. TV anchors diving for cover after the jump...