OK, OK, OK… so it’s a video and not a film. Even still, the latest VGL Gay Boys video will make you laugh out loud and ponder the less serious side of important social issues such as the recession, metafiction, and your uncontrollable racism. We’ve featured the VGL Gay Boys before. Check out their YouTube page for even more of their hilarious videos on topics such as the U.S. Elections, Prop 8, and Clay Aiken.
We must’ve played this song a hundred some-odd times in the 80’s. The singer, Pete Shelley is from the band, The Buzzcocks. Homosapien was his first solo release in 1981 and it got banned by the BBC for “explicit reference to gay sex”, but that didn’t stop it from becoming enormously popular in dance clubs in Europe and North America. Though it’s repetitive, it’s a catchy tune with some great lyrics:
And I just hope and pray that the day of our love is at hand
You and I, me and you, we will be one from two, understand?
And the world is so wrong that I hope that we’ll be strong enough
For we are on our own and the only thing known is our love
I don’t wanna classify you like an animal in the zoo
But it seems good to me to know that you’re Homosapien too.
What better song for a gay porn blog on World AIDS Day than Spring Awakening‘s “Touch Me”? OK, OK, OK… so they’re discussing straight sex, but the song applies to gay sex as well. Especially with lyrics like this:
Touch me just like that
And that, oh , yeah, now that’s heaven
Now that I like, God, that’s so nice
Now lower down where the figs lie
At this point in the musical, the kids actually start getting laid. Of course, it doesn’t all turn out so well, but it’s just a reminder that one should take precautions. not having sex as a teenager in repressive late-nineteenth century Germany is a good start. Rosie starts creaming over the kids at 4:35, FYI. Not that she doesn’t have good reason, you just might wanna turn your volume down is all.
If you haven’t seen this cult classic and animated masterpiece of Don Hertzfeld, prepare for something dark, wickedly funny, and ultimately disturbing. In 2000, at the age of 23, Hertzfeldt was nominated for the Academy Award for Animated Short Film for his fifth major film, Rejected. It recounts the artist’s declining mental state as his unconventional animated shorts are rejected left and right by their commissioners. The ending sequence does something eerie that makes the sum greater than all of its parts. We hope you like it, it really is a dark little treat.
The Best
By Steve Prince
“Am I an idiot?” Alex asked, wide-eyed and fearful.
“No, sugar,” I responded with a wave of my hand. “We’ve all been there.” I looked down at my coffee.
Out of all my friends, Alex is definitely the most optimistic. Whenever one of us has a problem, Alex always considers the alternatives and reminds us of our strengths. It’s obvious that he’s a good attorney; no matter how hard you try to throw a pity party, Alex always talks you out of it.
The funny thing is, as good as Alex can talk me out of being a Debbie Downer, he does a damn good job of talking himself into doubt. I mean, he was raised in Columbia in a fairly strict Catholic family—maybe he’s just really used to Catholic guilt. Whatever the reason, I’m always shocked by his lapses of confidence. He’s successful, very attractive, very fit, and he lives in a beautiful condo right of Ocean Avenue in Santa Monica. That said, he’s also one of the most loyal, kind-hearted guys I know. So as he’s talking to me I sometimes want to say SNAP OUT OF IT, YOU’RE PERFECT. Alas, I don’t. Why? Because he’s my friend and I love him for his insecurities.
“I’m a terrible person,” Alex gulped between sips of his sparkling water. “I mean, here I am with this great guy and I can’t even focus on him. I have to think about two strangers pumping at one another. I’m fucked up.”
“Sweetie,” I said trying to add my best no-nonsense mother voice. “You’re not fucked up. You’re human. So you thought about someone else during sex. You shouldn’t feel guilty.”
“I know Stevie, but I like this guy.” Alex paused. “I don’t want to mess things up.”
Alex had been dating Richard for a while now. We actually called the guy, Richard Gere, because he did resemble Mr. Gere. I had met him once at a Prop 8 protest. Richard oozed charm. His grey-flecked hair perfectly complimented his soft green eyes. Because Richard was fourteen years older than Alex, I could see why he would intimidate Alex. Richard held a job as a CEO, he had several adult children, and his life seemed complete. It was almost as if Alex was seeing Richard they way I often see Alex, as perfect.
“Okay,” I said trying to get a handle on things. “Tell me what happened again.”
Paul and his lover both have something to admit, though it means something different for each of them. Paul’s just discovering the pleasures of man-on-man sex. And his lover? Well, he’s more experienced, but less in another way. They both find some hot middle ground in oral sex, but it’s really intimacy they crave. Virgins is a French film that’s pretty steamy for being only three minutes long.
For your Thursday ditty, here’s Tears For Fears with “Sowing The Seeds of Love,” a great socio-political song that also has a pretty tripped-out video. Do yourself a favor and give it a spin. I mean, just check out these lyrics:
Politician Granny with your high ideals
Have you no idea how the majority feels
So without love and a promised land
We’re fools to the rules of a government plan
Kick out the style, bring back the jam
Discrimination’s the problem, love’s the cure. Sow them seeds, bitches!
We’re so lucky to have witnessed the handsome Daniel Radcliffe play a child warlock onscreen, grow up, drop trow, and blind six horses onstage, and THEN have a nice chat about it all with James Lipton on TV. To celebrate his rise from magician to man-candy, here’s three clips recounting each stage:
1) Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Here’s the trailer for the sixth Harry Potter movie—pretty badass, no? A friend of ours who hadn’t read any of the Harry Potter books said that the movies stop making sense after the third one. He may be right. In fact, we read all the books and still don’t remember the part where creepy smoke monsters destroy the Millenium Bridge, but that’s what we get for reading the books while stoned, huh?2) Radcliffe Naked in Equus: If you haven’t seen or read gay playwright, Peter Schaffer’s Equus, go shoplift it from your local library or coffeeshop right away. It’s the touching story of a boy whose sexually uptight, religious upbringing causes him to blind six horses in one night with a hoof pick. We’re all for going out and having a good time, but six horses in one night? Jesus, Daniel. Anyway, the play ends with a famous nakey scene where he does the deed. Equus played for several months in England without a single picture of Daniel’s weiner hitting the web. Pictures of his cock appeared everywhere after the play’s first week in New York. Figures.
3) Radcliffe on Inside The Actors’ Studio: Here, Daniel talks about how pleased he would be if he were comfortable enough to get a woody onstage. He really is handsome, gentle, and quite charming in his own earnest way. And is it us or does James Lipton look a bit like Dr. Zaius from Planet of the Apes? Hmmm…
LOVERS IN THRALL: Filipino actors Paolo Rivero and Coco Martin play William and JP, the only two characters in Daybreak, a 2008 Philippine gay indie film written by Charliebebs Gohetia and directed by the Manila-based Filipino director Adolfo Borinaga Alix, Jr. Thanks to Box of Recollections for the great pics. The bittersweet lover’s drama, Daybreak, opens with William (Paolo Rivero), a doctor driving up to Tagaytay City to meet his secret lover JP (Coco Martin), a local boatman and tour guide in Taal, Batangas and William’s secret lover for a year now. William has a wife and JP has a girlfriend. The two men have not seen each other for two months partly because William is very busy being a Makati physician and partly because he is a family man. Meanwhile JP has been waiting for William while keeping himself busy with his boating job and girlfriend. Deep inside, the two lovers miss each other very much. However, tonight is to be the last night together, as William is scheduled to leave for Australia, but doesn’t know how to break the bad news to JP who is already emotionally attached to him.
According to film critic, Philbert Ortiz Dy, “Daybreak is interesting in that the homosexuality isn’t really central to the plot. This film is really just a story about the end of an affair, and the characters needn’t have been gay for the story to work. It’s a surprisingly mature approach to writing relationships that’s rarely seen in films today. The characters just happen to be gay, and the film eschews the regular approach of pontificating about being confused or conflicted, choosing instead to just concentrate on showing two people in love.” “The filmmaking is pretty fantastic, however. I’ve sung praises of director Adolfo Alix Jr. before, and he doesn’t disappoint. He’s developing a clear directorial style, and it’s turning out to be captivating. The cinematography is pretty amazing, easily transcending the limitations of digital filmmaking. Alix Jr. also gets a lot out of his actors, and it’s this cast that really makes the film. There are only two actors in this film, and in lesser hands, this could’ve been a disaster. Coco Martin is a proven property, and his skill in building full characters is used to its fullest extent. Paolo Rivero brings a whole lot of pathos to a pretty complex character. The two show a lot of restraint, and it’s what keeps the film at a proper tone. Together, the two are magnetic.”
(An excerpt from Fleeting Emotions by Philbert Ortiz Dy posted on Friday February 22, 2008 at clickthecity.com)
As a musical treat this Monday, here’s the song true to QueerClick’s heart The Internet Is For Porn from the irreverent puppet musical, Avenue Q. In this song, Kate Monster finally gets to teach a whole lesson in her elementary school class and decides to do something relevant and modern—the internet! But while she sings the virtue of the web, Trekkie Monster can’t help but mention the web’s most important feature. So double click and grab your dick for porn, Porn, PORN!!!
The French photographic duo of Exterface are really on a roll! It seems like they come out with a hot, new photo series every week. Last week, it was a superhero solo with Boywonder. The week before that, it was the tripped out 3-D playboy in Psilocybine. Before then, it was animal lust barely contained within a beautiful Animale Rhapsody. This week, it’s Hello Sailor! Even though we’ve cut her out of the photo collage above, Hello Sailor! captures the iconic pin-up sailor and his male and female admirers as they engage in a sexual back and forth. Each one wants and is wanted, takes and is taken, captured in the confines of concupiscent and cartoonish carnality. That’s right, literary alliteration, our porn loving friends!
Man oh man! The work week’s done and it’s time to have fun! So let’s take the weekend off to kick back, unwind with a man friend or two (or five or eight), and groove. This installment of the Weekender has four ultra-funky tunes to keep you moving and grooving past your worries and into the new week!
Let’s Groove by Earth, Wind, and Fire: This video has everthing you could possibly want: vocal synthesizers, computerized space effects, glittery costumes, psychedelic tracers, a woman dancing on a rainbow, and a heck of a lot of funk! No sirs, they don’t make videos like this anymore… well, maybe in France, but nowhere else, we assure you. Also, did you know that this is one of Barack Obama’s favorite bands? Thank goodness America elected a hip president this time.
Make Me Smile (cover) by Erasure: Steve Harley and Cockney Rebel recorded the original version of this in 1975 and it was later covered by Duran Duran featured on the ultra-gay glam rock Velvet Goldmine soundtrack. Erasure’s version makes it sound like the bonus round music to some high-energy video game. And to make it double weird, someone made a video for it featuring five multi-colored Santas advertising a German website for free classified ads. Odd. Two fun and funky songs from different Michaels after the jump!
Definition
By Steve Prince
What defines you?
If people’s lives are their stories, then what’s yours?
If your life is as a long feature-length film, what scenes stand out and remain projected in your mind, etched in your memory?
Is there a thread that binds these moments, these instances in your life, sewn deeply into you, making a tapestry of your soul?
Moreover, is this the story you wrote, or was it written for you?
What if someone severed one part of that thread? Would it unravel, scattering particles of your life into chaos? Or would these instances stand on their own, the same way each inhalation of air forgets the exhalation that preceded it?
Someone tried to cut my thread… Tuesday, November 4th, 7:38 p.m.
“Does anyone want anything to drink?” Alex nervously calls from his kitchen. It’s the fourth time he’s asked this hour. Cody, Troy, Omar and I stare at one another pensively and shrug. Alex walks back into his living room, sits on his love seat, and curls his legs under himself like a cat. He sips his tea, and swallows tensely while watching the television.
Troy, the consummate dancer, absent mindedly taps his feet on the tile floor, as if the tapping will lessen his thoughts. Every few minutes he says aloud, “It’s going to be fine,” as if to ease our nerves.
With this last utterance of Troy’s, Cody springs from the couch and snatches his cigarettes from the glass coffee table. He walks out to Alex’s patio and lights up. The tip of his cigarette glows amber against the back drop of the inky black sea, illuminating the lines of worry in his face, a face normally carefree and smooth. Cody turns to watch the screen and exhales. Seductively, the smoke wafts in the air, caressing his head as if intermingling with his thoughts.
Omar is the most tense of all; he’s barely said a word all night. He sits stoically, feet planted. His fingers tap at his knee mechanically, speaking for the one thought repeating through his mind like a loud and leaky faucet.
I sit on the couch, hunched forward, my elbows resting on my knees, hands clutched together, fingers intertwined, knuckles white with the fear of what if? Like a door slam echo, one thought reverberates through my mind over and over… “Oh God, I hope he wins…” Tuesday, November 4th, 8:42 p.m.
We celebrate. Barack Obama has been elected the next president of our United States. It feels as if the oppression of the last eight years as been expelled in one swift night. The five of us whoop and hug, in complete disbelief. We had tried to believe it, yet it seemed that to have a black president, and one who embodies so much hope, seemed impossible. Later on, we watch our President-Elect stand on a stage with the new First Family. They are beautiful. And then he speaks, and that is when the President-Elect does something that no United States President has ever done before, he acknowledges us; he acknowledges homosexuals. The word slipped from his rhetoric as easily as water from a pitcher, smooth and clear, yet the emotions swimming in my chest as he said it seemed to billow and overflow. I looked at my friends—all of us had tears in our eyes. Tuesday, November 4th, 10:36 p.m.
The joy from earlier has now receded, like the shore sinking back into the sea just before the storm. We stare at Alex’s laptop. Prop 8, a proposition banning same-sex couples from marrying in California, is neck-and-neck. Earlier, the results were much larger, showing the Yes on 8 campaign ahead twelve points. But thankfully, the No on 8 votes were closing the gap. Only four points separated a decision that could possibly take away my rights. We stared at the screen, hoping. Tuesday, November 4th, 11:13 p.m.
Troy sits on Alex’s couch nervously eating candy as his legs dangle lazily off the arm of the sofa. Alex sits beside him biting his lip. From outside, the smoke of Cody’s cigarette waltzes upon the ocean breeze unaware of the fear permeating the room.
Alex stoped biting his mouth. “What is it now?” He bit his lip again, awaiting an answer.
Omar’s gaze focuses on the computer as he refreshes the page. “It’s still too close.” His tone seems to forebode otherwise. “But they’re still winning.”
For all you comic book fanboys and fetishists, French duo Exterface has just released their new photo series, BOYWONDER, featuring young Dick Grayson (aka Robin) really strutting his superhero stuff. Too bad they couldn’t get Dark Knight in on the action. Exterface has kept us awash in hot photos recently. Here’s some of what’s recently been featured on QueerClick: Psilocybine Animale Rhapsody Flamme Ether Sky Walker Francois Sagat in Muse
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
By Steve Prince
“Are you coming?”
Cody looked at me.
“Huh?” I looked at him over my pasta.
“Are you coming on Saturday?” Cody asked shoving a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. I don’t understand how someone with a body that ripped can eat so much crap and still look good.
“Cody is dancing at MJ’s on Saturday,” Alex said with his usual air of excitement. And in usual Alex fashion, he added an “Ooooohhh!” while gingerly poking Cody’s side.
“Sugar, I didn’t know you still danced,” I said. It was just months ago that Cody had told me that he was giving up dancing.
“I’m too old for it,” he told me with a soft wave of his palm. This was so not the reality. Cody is gorgeous, and he was only thirty-three. Anytime he raised his shirt, I felt that statues in Venice would be jealous of his sturdy, defined stomach. Cody looks like a man. He has a small waist, but in no way would I describe him as skinny. Although, he really isn’t beefy either. Honestly, his body just looks perfect—if there is such a thing. Still the weird part is, I don’t see Cody as that sexual. Don’t get me wrong, Cody is very erotic, but I’m just not attracted to him. He’s my friend.
It makes me wonder about the porn stars that I enjoy so much: Colby Keller, Leo Giamani, Blake Harper, Alan Gregory—I kind of forget these people are… well, people. I forget that they go to the grocery store, they have good days and bad, they have to pay their bills just like I do. Even now as I write this, my mind is wandering to a vision of Coby Keller lying on a bed while Leo Giamani rims his ass. Ha! That’s what they do in their spare time… isn’t it? No, of course not… right?
Sex sells, no one can deny that. And it seemed that Cody knew exactly which club offered the best sale. A week later, Alex, Omar, and I wound our way through the crowd at MJ’s, a trendy bar in Silverlake. The theme of the night was RIM JOB and it seemed that the dancers took this to heart; their asses were completely exposed. Through the haze of fog and lights, I looked at a dancer to my right, his arms entangled in leather straps and his groin covered in some type of chain-linked material which let his dick bounce like a marionette. I stopped and gawked transfixed on his cum gutters. A thought swam into my head before I could sensor it, What if I just licked his stomach?
English is supposedly one of the world’s hardest languages. It’s no wonder with words like “fuck.” Sure, it’s easy to spell and pronounce, but it works as a transitive and intransitive verb, adjective, adverb, and noun. A well-dropped F-bomb in a casual conversation or argument can win you smiles and flatten your enemies, but a fumbled F-bomb hurts only the user making you seem like a fucktard, a fuckwit, or a just a fuck-up. So here’s a handy video to help you sort out when and how to use this versatile English word loudly and proudly.
