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"We wouldn't transfer the title to the devil, and we're not going to transfer it to Dubai!"
- Sen. Frank Lautenberg (D - New Jersey)
Because, when trying to convince others (and ourselves) we aren't going just a titch overboard with the racist xenophobia shtick, this is exactly the kind of thing a U.S. Senator should be screaming in front of union types. Paging Daniel Webster.
This guy almost has me siding with CAIR of all things. How dare he.
Malcontent Early Warning System: Mariah Carey to Make Movie Comeback
In the new movie "Tennessee" she plays a waitress who with her two brothers sets off to find their estranged father to save their younger brother who has leukaemia.
That is until the patient is subjected to several extended scenes with Mariah, whereupon the film suddenly goes all kinds of Million Dollar Baby on us.
How much does it cost to be a true disciple of the Oprah? About $572.86.
Park District officials in Crystal Lake received complaints about plans to host the rowing event in this summer's Gay Games to be held in Chicago. I have it on good authority 86% of the calls were made by this man.
"Do gays and lesbians need specific items and documents ready and available to them and their families, should a disaster, such as an earthquake, flood, tsunami, or other horror occur?" Apparently. How I've gotten this far in life without a pink hazard triangle is absolutely beyond me.
Youth in Israel may now choose to serve a national gay organization in place of joining the military. Sounds a bit like a Cake or Death? decision.
You'd think this U.K. publication could find a better headline for the current military scandal involving troops from the 82nd Airborne Division appearing in gay internet porn.
Speaking of unfortunate headlines . . .
The "impossibly cute" Rob and Jordan at the PEN15 Club finally posted the second episode of their brilliant podcast. Now, to convince them to give us two hours instead of one.
Everyone seems a bit up in arms about the recent appointment by President Bush of the Rev. Herbert H. Lusk II to a position on the Presidential Advisory Council on HIV/AIDS. Whereas the other appointments to the panel seem almost uncharacteristically appropriate, I thought I'd poke and prod around a bit to figure out who the minister with close ties to Focus on the Family and the Family Research Council is. Upfront, the man is fairly hostile to us mo's. However, gay media are once again being brutally dishonest to their readers.
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Some observers might have noticed my idle threat to go all porn the minute Mal's plane hit the tarmac. Oh ye of little faith.
HBO has recently been running a documentary featuring a behind the scenes look at photographer Timothy Greenfield-Sanders and the creation of his new book of photography and cultural essays featuring over thirty adult film stars.
Thinking XXX brings us many pretty and entirely naked men like Lukas Ridgestone and Chad Hunt, as well as dependable cultural commenters such as John Waters and Michael Musto.
Given the frontal nudity, the following highlights from the first half of the program are very much NSFW.
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I am heading out the door for a week in Africa. I apologize for the relatively light blogging lately on my end, but it's because I have been preparing for this trip. (And a couple of weeks after I get back, I will be off to Cologne, Germany, for several days, but because I will be flying Lufthansa, I might actually be able to blog from the plane. We Westerners are so lucky!)
I will be in many places next week where I will be lucky enough to get a dialtone, let alone WiFi, so I imagine next week's blogging will be even sparser from me. Robbie will be shouldering the load (hee hee), but I will try to check in from time to time if I can.
As Jerry Springer says, "Until next time, be good to yourself, and to each other."
Nominated for an Academy Award for her song "Travelin' Thru" featured in Transamerica, Dolly Parton's been making the rounds on the media circuit, popping up (and out) here, there, and everywhere.
Recently, Ms. Parton has been speaking out about her gay male fan-base, the subject matter of the award-winning Felicity Huffman flick, and the hate mail she receives for being Dorothy friendly.
American paper USA Today claim Ms Parton has been targeted because of her largely gay male fan base. She said: "Having a big gay following, I get hate mail and threats."
She added, "Some people are blind or ignorant, and you can't be that prejudiced and hateful and go through this world and still be happy. It's all right to be who you are."
Yesterday, Dolly showed up to chat with Ellen Degeneres, sing her nominated tune, and proudly flex the benefits of years of cheerfully acknowledged plastic surgery.
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[Watch video – 8:00, WMV format, high bandwidth]
I love our readers, but sometimes I do wonder if the feeling is mutual.
If you loved me, how on Earth would you all let me miss this universe-altering news?! [Via A Socialite's Life]
The conflict between two of the most vain-glorious personalities on television escalates as The Donald and Martha Stewart put down their poison pens and take to the airwaves to do battle - she threatening to claw off his toupee for use as a decorative throw rug, he seeking the satisfaction of slammering her face repeatedly between his golden toilet seat.
Howard Stern stands as giddy referee, combing the radio for every delicious drop of celebrity bile. On his Sirius program, he offers up the latest interviews, including an exclusive clip of Stewart ranting on daughter Alexis' own show.
[Listen – 15:42, 7.19mb, MP3 format]
Horny
Hmm, I might just need to reassess my aversion to the WB.
The video of the scene from "One Tree Hill," linked over on JUB, is located on an annoying Rapidshare page that requires you to do everything short of standing on your head while spitting wooden nickels to see it.
MalcoVision to the rescue ...
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Some random observations from the boys' first round on "American Idol," along with the requisite MalcoVision clip of what I felt were the top performances (plus Bobby Bennett, sheerly for trainwreck value):
So what exactly is Paula's drug of choice this year, "Obnoxidil"? Warning: Side effects may include incessant interruption of fellow judges, excessive vulvar moistness when viewing certain male contestants, and overuse of the word "journey."
I thought Chris and Elliott were head and shoulders above the others, with Ace close behind (and greatly assisted by the aesthetics factor). Enjoy the musicalizing.
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(Thanks to Robbie for helping me resurrect Chris's performance, which I managed not to record.)
In the latest entry in his "Overrated Blogs" series, Josh Foust takes a few well-placed swings at my favorite gay-hating piñata, LaShawn MoRawn Barber, and he asks the question on many of our lips:
How did such a talentless, venomous hack get such cred within legitimate conservative circles? But then again, that is increasingly becoming a redundancy.
UPDATE: See Josh's update to his post. Apparently the bitch decided to somehow redirect all of Josh's links to her to the Teletubbies instead. Clearly, she realizes that the bullshit she posts is so transparently bogus and indefensible that she is ashmed to have people read it.
Just a quick Malcovision clip before I wander away to the north for the morning. Last night, the Colbert Report perfectly summarized the current drive by the religious right to ban gay adoption.
As an added bonus, he asks questions of Corn Pops we've all been wondering and exposes the greatest anti-semites of all - Jewish cartoonists.
With a dead on half-impersonation of Bill O'Reilly and other news commentators, Stephen Colbert has rapidly surpassed Jon Stewart and the Daily Show as the most perceptive and trenchant observer of national media and the cynicism of politics.
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[Watch video – 4:32, WMV format, high bandwidth]
It may shock those of you who gather from my hep-cat lingo that I am all young and au courant, but I do remember a time when Americans TV-viewing choices were limited to three. Soon after we marveled at the miracle of cable: "They have an entire channel for music? Or sports?!"
Well, my friends, these are crazy but propitious times that we live in. I discovered that I not only have approximately 57 Varieties of ESPN, but I also have individual channels dedicated to just about every sport imaginable, short of bocce ball. (I suppose that's what happens when you ask for "everything" when you order your cable service.)
So how delighted was I when blog pal Kenneth in the 212 alerted me to the existence of the Tennis Channel and its program "No Strings," which profiles different stars of the tennis world – more specifically, to the episode this week focusing on one Robby Ginepri? While he has never been ranked as highly as his countryman, Andy Roddick, he does rival that phenom in the looks department. (Of course, Ginepri doesn't have the advantage of a last name comprising two distinct euphemisms for "penis," either.)
Sadly, even long before Ginepri's girlfriend showed up in this episode, my gaydar pegged so far into hetero territory that I have to get the needle replaced. But that still hasn't prevent him sitting for quite literally hot photo shoots in saunas (approx. 4:30 into the clip).
Twenty-three skidoo!
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Mal put together this Malcovision feature of his five favorite singers from last night.
First up is Ayla Brown taking on "Reflections," originally sung by Lea Salonga and Christina Aguilera on the Mulan soundtrack. While the high note that landed Christina one of her first significant musical contracts eluded Ayla, it remained a surprisingly strong performance.
Next, Paris Bennett, one of the best Billie Holiday coverers to arrive in a long while, chose an Idol Standard, "Midnight Train to Georgia." While I've liked her since her first audition, I'm going to quibble with Mal's pick here. "Midnight" is not a happy, celebratory song. Running around stage with a plastered smile and nearly giddy choreography is a bad interpretive choice, in my opinion. Plus, I may never forgive Paris that Farrah Fawcett hair. What was that?
Melissa McGhee followed with a dead on rendition of Faith Hill's "When the Lights Go Down." Paula Abdul, though high as I've ever seen her, correctly praised the sultry tone of McGhee's voice and how well it worked. If you've never noticed McGhee before, don't worry. Last night was the first time America has seen her perform.
Sixteen year old Lisa Tucker proved the competition may be her's to lose as she put up paradoxically the most mature performance of the evening with "I'm Changing," by Jennifer Holliday. The judges were well impressed by the poise of one of the youngest singers this season.
For the finale, we were given possibly the best performance of the night. Katharine McPhee channeled the immortal Nina Simone with "Since I Fell For You." The daughter of a music teacher wowed the judges and the audience with the sheer effortlessness of her performance. If I had to go by last night, I'd say McPhee may well be dueling Tucker for the tiara by season's end.
Note: Anyone else think the McPhee/McGhee thing is a voting shitstorm waiting to happen?
Tonight, the guys perform live. Can hottie Ace carry a tune? We'll have clips tomorrow.
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With another Clinton election on the horizon, gay support for the architects of the Defense of Marriage Act seemed a fait accompli, but lo and behold, the head of one New York State gay organization is having none of it.
The head of a leading gay rights advocacy group in New York has begun criticizing Senator
Hillary Rodham Clinton's position on same-sex marriage and encouraging gays and lesbians to stop giving money to her re-election campaign. [. . .] In his memo, which was reported on Tuesday on the Politicker
Web site of The New York Observer, Mr. Van Capelle said that he refused to "lend my name and sell tickets" to any fund-raiser sponsored by a gay group for Mrs. Clinton's re-election campaign. He said supporting such fund-raisers for Mrs. Clinton would "actually hurt" the gay and lesbian community. "It will send a message to other elected officials that you can be working against us during this critical time and not suffer a negative pushback from the gay community," he said. "We have become a community that throws money at politicians, and we demand nothing in return. And that's what we get: nothing. It's the wrong message to send."
Mr. Van Capelle notes he will still vote for Clinton, but in his capacity as the head of a gay rights organization, he is not justified in signing on to fundraisers for a candidate working against the group's expressed interests.
I apologize if the video streaming has been buffer-heavy and slow-going lately. I have noticed it, and I know some of you have too.
I hope it isn't the price I'm paying for having an ISP that provides obscene amounts of storage and bandwidth at relatively low cost. But please bear with me; I'm looking into it.
26-year-old Jesse of Seattle has a tiny problem. Literally.
Jesse suffers from the heartbreak of a condition known as "buried penis," which he describes as "where it goes inside when you sit down, stand up, and it really itches a lot."
Or if you'd prefer to ask someone who knows what the fuck they're talking about, medical professionals will tell you that buried penis, or "phimosis," is the "inability to retract the distal prepuce over the glans penis." In other words, for about 1 percent of the adult male population – either for congenital or acquired reasons – the head of the non-erect penis retreats into the scrotum and/or abdomen, making a guy appear more girly than man.
Jesse reports that he has always been hesitant to go to the bathhouses with his father-in-law. Why you'd go to a bathhouse with your wife's father is apparently a question only for more curious reality-TV producers. Instead, "Dr. 90210" glosses merrily over the issue and follows Jesse as he prepares to correct the "angle of his dangle."
And if you're wondering why the picture of the kitten in a teacup, then ask yourself about the multitude of other disturbing images I could have included, and the question answers itself.
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Which is more difficult deep in the American South - being an open same-sex couple or being in an inter-racial relationship? What if you're both?
In an semi-old episode of MTV's True Life, the camera follows a dual cutie inter-racial gay couple, Ricky and Y'Zell, as they mingle with friends, hang out at the clubs, and undertake the most daunting task facing any homosexual pairing that lives in an area of the country that isn't quite as accepting as one would hope - finding a new apartment together.
Do they find an apartment? Are they greeted by discrimination? Does someone make a really awkward Jeffersons comparison? Malcovision has the clip.
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"New York City's Most Famous Transsexual," Amanda Lepore, is trying to cash in on the success of the Oscar-nominated movie "Transamerica."
She showed up on "The Insider" yesterday for no discernible reason other than to be Amanda Lepore, and to talk about the panoply of surgeries that got her there.
The list was so long that "Entertainment Tonight" announced its spin-off, "The Insider," would itself be spun off into a show to handle the formidable task.
Perhaps the most shocking revelation was that the next surgical procedure for Lepore, her lips already resembling two roller-brushed slabs of calves' liver, would involve skin-darkening and the implantation of a labial disk so that she would live among the Mursi tribeswomen of Ethiopia.
(OK, I made up most of this post.)
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Returning both to his roots and the story that made him a household name, Anderson Cooper once again graced Oprah's Court this morning in a quasi-reunion with fellow Channel One alumn Lisa Ling. The pair followed up on the victims of Hurricane Katrina six months after the storm, finding people living in conditions little better than Third World refugee camps.
Here, Anderson has wisely decided on solid reporting that speaks for itself, rather than the unmuted hysteria and rumor-mongering of his original, error-filled Katrina freak outs - where unchecked emotionalism became the new objectivity in national media circles.
It's a depressing, poignant piece of cross-marketing (hey, folks may be homeless, but the boy does have a book to sell, people).
The second half of this clip is a bit of Malcovision schizophrenia. I was busy tapping away at work while recording, and I inadvertantly caught the intro to today's View. Look, it's a bunch of Chippendales dancers prancing around in Vegas. Enjoy the beefcake as a tonic for the soul destroying Katrina footage.
As Star Jones and the others tease producer Bill about his stripper credentials, I couldn't help but wonder if her questions might better be directed towards her nominally hetero hubby, Al "The Stallion" Reynolds.
Video clips deleted at demand of Jeffrey Friedman, attorney for Oprah Winfrey
At last, the sinister orphanage lobby's monstrous influence pays huge dividends.
Efforts to ban gays and lesbians from adopting children are emerging across the USA as a second front in the culture wars that began during the 2004 elections over same-sex marriage.
Steps to pass laws or secure November ballot initiatives are underway in at least 16 states, adoption, gay rights and conservative groups say. Some — such as Ohio, Georgia and Kentucky — approved constitutional amendments in 2004 banning gay marriage.
That sound you hear is a scotch-swilling Miss Hannigan cackling triumphantly as her marionettes on the religious right dance to her drunken tune. Children need to be raised by one mother and one mop bucket.
I was adopted by heterosexuals (I assume. I don't know and I don't want to). Given the kind of parental crazy I've been subjected to, a gay couple really couldn't have been much worse.
I thought this was an interesting question: "Would the rich, gay white men please stand up?" Bemoaning a lack of interest in activism by wealthy, pale-faced, XY afflicted benefactors:
Observers within the LGBT community attribute the political anemia to apathy, factionalization, and the scarcity of openly gay, wealthy white men to kickstart a genuine movement beyond the bars and cocktail parties.
“The only leaders are the lesbians and drag queens,” says Sam Sanchez, who in late 2004 moved back to his native San Antonio after 30 years of working in corporate and gay media in New York, San Francisco, and Fort Lauderdale. He recently started a website, QSanAntonio.com, for the local LGBT community. “Gay society is politically invisible. There is not a critical mass of gay men willing to step forward.”
What I found amusing is the article answers its own question:
Graciela Sanchez, a lesbian and director of the Esperanza Peace and Justice Center, which combines culture with social justice and politics, says she felt frustrated that the GLCC didn’t understand the connection between sexuality, race, class, and overarching social-justice issues. “Homophobia has the same roots of oppression,” Sanchez says.
Good grief.
Bill Maher began a new season of his HBO show "Real Time" on Friday.
His cast of characters included Sen. Russ Feingold (D-Wisc.), Fred Barnes, former Coalition Provisional Authority spokesman Dan Senor, comedian Eddie Griffin, and everybody's favorite crazy aunt in the attic, Helen Thomas.
The interaction among the panel was mostly lame, although I did prick up my ears when Helen essentially said it was fruitless to try to deny nuclear weapons to Iran, and Griffin furthermore argued that to do so would be racist. (I know, it doesn't really compute with me either.)
But I thought Maher was at his best when he counseled Americans to simmer down a little about who might or might not be wiretapping them. Most of us, it seems, are lucky if we're interesting enough that anyone wants to pay attention.
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There's gotta be something very meta about doing highlights from a show that itself is about highlights. But such are the posers we like to kick around here at The Malcontent.
The most recent edition of "The Soup" on E! followed the lead of the gay blogosphere with a round-up of all things "Brokeback." You'll probably already recognize some of the clips from MalcoVision.
Then the talk turned to "balls" and "7-inch diameters," so how I could not include that too?
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If I were a queen with money to burn, I'd pay a princely sum to ingratiate myself with Kathy Griffin in a pathetic attempt to become one of "her gays."
But I'm not, so instead some other lucky moneybags will be spending a very intimate weekend with the fabulous D-lister herself. (Far be it for me to assume things, but if a straight person paid $28,000 for the pleasure of hanging with Kathy, I'll eat my feather boa.)
Griffin auctioned off a special weekend with her and her friends (to be taped for her show, "My Life on the D-List") to raise money for a charity that helps prevent domestic violence.
On Friday, she spoke about it with "Howard 100 News."
[Listen – 2:01, 973kb, MP3 format]
Need an indication of how deeply rough and tumble gay cowboys have penetrated American pop culture? Look no further than America's highest rated television show, American Idol. (that's a lot of America)
Faux movie trailers, some of the most effete men to ever don boots, and a song choice that nudges combustion, the gay cowboy is here, he's queer . . . and he apparently can't sing to save the ranch.
I had meant to post this yesterday, but obviously I spent all my free time ogling hot, Italian figure skaters and snowcross cuties. I do have priorities, you know.
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(UPDATE: Sorry the pictures disappeared for a while. They are back now, after the jump.) Robbie is helping prove today why more eyes and ears are better than less when it comes to MalcoVision, as he pointed me toward this little gem:
Canadian (by way of Italy) skater Emanuel Sandhu won't long be remembered for finishing 13th in men's figure skating at the 2006 Winter Olympics. But thanks to the high-definition cameras of NBC, he wins immortality in our hearts – and in other places on our body.
The purple-clad cutie had a mishap-strewn performance that seemed to have him more on his ass than on his blades.
But as he left the ice, NBC cut away to a super slo-mo shot of Sandhu than answers the age-old question: "What do figure skaters wear under their spandex?" It might also answer the question of what Sandhu's religion is. Ba-DUM-bum!
Yes, Sandhu's Lycra-gripped man-parts flopped all to and fro as he fell down, and were broadcast to a potential 3.7 billion viewers worldwide – and to a lucky few of us, in all their 1080i glory.
As Robbie said, Johnny Weir didn't actually skate all that badly yesterday. He was just distracted.
Stills images follow after the jump, but first there are a couple of videos. The first is what I would term "the good part," and the rest is his entire performance for the ice queens who would scream if I neglected to include it.
[Watch video "Good Parts" – 1:19, WMV format, very high bandwidth] (Why bother with low-bandwidth??)
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A Slovenian fireman might have contracted bird flu after pulling frozen swans from a river.
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Alert blogger EgOiStE pointed me to this story that seems to be getting far too little play among those who should care.
Two weeks ago, the Anti-Family Research Council sent out a bulletin trumpeting more gay-hating inroads they had made within the Bush Administration.
A website within the Department of Health and Human Services had been providing information on a range of GLBT issues, such as health and homophobia. Undoubtedly, Tony Perkins and his pliant ogres pricked up their ears at now-pedestrian buzzwords such as "pride" and "diversity."
The dogs were sicced on HHS, the unnamed contractor who created the website was sacked and the rest is history.
The Rude Pundit pointed out that whoever pulled down the information was either hasty or careless, leaving behind much of what was there previously. But since that writing, the oversight has been corrected, and gays and related information have been purged from the site in a brilliant Stalinesque move. (If you follow the link above, however, you will see that it's all still held in Google caches.)
As Mr. Perkins admonished his members:
"(Officials) did not explain how HHS became involved in promoting the unhealthy homosexual lifestyle in the first place.
"What this episode shows us is that even under a friendly, pro-family administration, the bureaucracy can run amok."
What it really shows us is that, when it comes to the way gays are treated by their government, it is not the government that is calling the tune.
This is not the first web-related kerfuffle that has sprung forth from the Bush Administration. Last year, another HHS-related website drew fire for its treatment of GLBT issues. 4parents.gov is intended to present a variety of behavioral and mental-health information to parents. But it deals with "sexual orientation" on its "abstinence" page, discussing the issue in what many would feel is a loaded manner, to say the least. (Among its advice is to point families to "counselors and other health professionals," as if being gay is intrinsically disordered.)
The previous year, the Administration's new Special Counsel, a previously obscure position, re-interpreted a 1978 law in a way that appeared to strip employment-discrimination protections from GLBT employees, having already deleted references to those protections from the Special Counsel's website.
UPDATE: "Good As You" is at least one site that has been on top of this for a few weeks.
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Guess what? It's another "Brokeback Mountain" day here, of sorts. I'm sure the cheers and jeers are flying in roughly equal measure right now. (Didn't I do a post a while back about being "Brokebacked out"?)
This post is a three-fer from me, and then Robbie says we should expect one from him later today. (I should warn you that much of this is NSFW.)
First up is last night's "Drawn Together" on Comedy Central. The "Malcon-noisseurs" among you know that I follow the show and have about as unhealthy an obsession with Xandir as one can have with a cartoon character.
"Drawn" is known for regularly going gay, with storylines that have included the gay marriage of Xandir and Spanky Ham, the Internet download pig.
This time it was Captain Hero who was vying for Xandir's affections. Hero showed up in the poorly conceived guise of "Tim Tommerson" as a way of exploring his own possible gay tendencies. And how the hot cartoon love did commence.
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Next is the latest moment of gay zen from Howard Stern, who has been having a lot of them lately.
I know my sense of humor probably runs a wider gamut from high-brow to low-brow than most people's. In fact, my brow is sometimes so low that I trip over it, which is why the Stern Show's parody "Buttcrack Mountain" this morning got at least a couple of chuckles out of me.
[Listen – 5:32, 2.53mb, MP3 format]
And finally, after the jump is something that has already been on a few websites, but which I came across for the first time last night.
If you're familiar with "Brokeback," you'll remember the trips down the mountain to restock provisions. I howled as the hubbie read me the "Brokeback Mountain Weekly Grocery Lists," which became more and more – shall we say – "elaborate" as that long summer herding sheep wore on.
No, you haven't made a mistake – you've come to the right blog. But I've just decided to have a little fun with our stylesheet.
I might switch things up a little from time to time to keep things interesting, probably focusing on whatever gay/pop culture/iconographic flavors grab me. The first one might as well commemorate the Great National Gay Obsession of the past few months. (Maybe I'll keep it up until after the Oscars like that Pittsburgh quarterback did with his beard before the Super Bowl.)
Suggestions for new looks, of course, are always welcome but will be entertained contingent on my mood and technical capabilities.
UPDATE: My stylesheet says the new design is applied, but it appears to have reverted back to the old design. Damn you, Typepad! DAAAAAAAAAMMMNN YOUUUUUU!!!
You think things get bitchy among the gay bloggers? We got nothin' on the podcasters!
While we shoot spitwads at each other from the safe foxholes of our little blog postings, they resort to blasting off howitzer-like press releases and shit.
Accusations of theft, threats of legal action and Duff-Lohan analogies landed in my inbox today in the form of a press release from filmmaker Chuck Griffith, written in the third person. In it, Griffith "lays claim" to the idea behind "Gay Pimp" Jonny McGovern's new podcast. (Full disclosure: I count myself a fan of McGovern, who was behind such infectious homo-infused tracks as "Soccer Practice" and "Lookin' Cute, Feelin' Cute.")
"It was my idea. I approached Jonny McGovern way back in October about doing a podcast. But he got so creatively demanding that I couldn't produce fast enough for him," claims gay filmmaker, Chuck Griffith (Thank You, Good Night). "He just had too much energy and was shouting and yelling; I couldn't take it anymore. I had bigger fish to fry," he says, referring to his upcoming feature SHIFTING THE CANVAS. "But the least he could do is acknowledge that I gave him the idea, and believe me, if there's money to be seen, there will be lawyers involved."
And, of course, it wouldn't be a blogwar without Perez Hilton. Griffith alleges it was his idea that the noted gossip whore should be a part of McGovern's podcasts. Griffith concludes:
"True talent really reveals itself in time, and everyone in town [New York City] knows I had a hand in Jonny getting his podcast going."
OK, Chuck. Deep breaths.
Meanwhile, in an apparently unrelated story, Mal-confidants Fausto and Marc of the fabulous "Feast of Fools" podcast have also sent out a press release touting their own alpha-dog status amongst gay podcasters, as well as their upcoming 250th episode.
The stench of urine is getting overpowering!
A lot of words have been used to describe U.S. champion figure skater Johnny Weir: "Entertaining." "Eccentric." "Flamboyant." "Confirmed bachelor. OK, I made up that last one.
But you get the picture.
Johnny and "Camille" dazzled last night in Torino, finishing a surprisingly strong second after the short program. But as the media have tip-toed gingerly around any overt suggestions about Johnny's sexuality, I decided to ponder those code words a little more deeply.
MalcoVision brings you the result of those ruminations, a sort of "Pop-Up Video" – Olympics style.
Don't worry, purists: I have provided his performance in full, defiling only NBC's pre-skate profile of Johnny.
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RELATED: A song whose title has a word that rhymes with "Weir." [H/T: Queerty]
