Seven Deadly Sins Haven't Killed Me Yet
Gay
Obligatory Post Rumblings
Jun 29th
I lack the necessary attributes to generate “controversy” for page hits as many of the liberal, progressive, conservative, whatever the terms are these days people. I do not care enough for flagrant abuse of minutiae. If I cared, I would make an effort. I harvest too many ovaries and have more pressing concerns. HA! A boy can only make so much bread.
How do I distract myself since everyone bores me?
I ponder how to channel my inner ‘Artful Dodger’ à la Yamamoto.
Since Puritanism displays vicious horns, the shoes are appropriate. If I ever attend a rally of any sort, I know what to wear.
I discovered Bacon Salt and must have it. I don’t care if it is kosher and vegetarian. Synthetic bacon flavor works for me. I am partial to real bacon, but I will settle for a quick fix. I am a proud American.
The Austrian art collector Rudolf Leopold died. He collected two of my favorite artists, Schiele and Kokoschka, amongst many. Nazi theft is under scrutiny with his acquisitions, but it is still an amazing collection.
Here are two of my favorite pieces by Schiele and Kokoschka.
Oskar Kokoschka: Die Windsbraut ‘The Tempest’ (1914)
Egon Schiele: "Self-portrait pulling cheek" (1910)
My cheek is troubled too.
The “Gay” Orangina Ad Seems Familiar
Jun 24th
So this Orangina ad makes the rounds today because of the subject matter. An anthropomorphic puma uses Orangina as an aftershave. His bare-chested boyfriend/partner/lover caresses his face for smoothness. Cue Bill O’Reilly for outrage. Let’s not forget the homosexuality leads to bestiality crowd also.
This ad reminds me of the 1989 film Marquis directed by Henri Xhonneux. Loosely, the film concerns the Marquis de Sade in the Bastille as his recounts his tales to his talking penis. All of the characters are highly sexual anthropomorphic animals. This movie needs a proper DVD release in the US.
Further Reading
Jun 22nd
- Via the New York Times, The Age of the Castrato.
- Butt Magazine has a great interview with James Bidgood.
Famous for his ethereal photography of beautiful young men in the 1960s, James Bidgood directed, produced and wrote the iconic 1971 film Pink Narcissus, starring Bobby Kendall. Nearly all of the film was shot in Mr. Bidgood’s Hell’s Kitchen apartment between 1963 and 1971 where he lived within the sets he built. Before the film reached completion, it was taken from him by investors and edited without his involvement, creating something Bidgood says he couldn’t even follow himself or stay awake through.
- Allen Ginsberg’s Beat Family Album. (Smithsonian)
- “Is it French, or Italian? Made with tuna, or without? Simon Hopkinson untangles the knots in a salade niçoise.” (More Intelligent Life)
Enjoy this photo by Horst P. Horst.
Male Nude (1950)
Midnight Serenade-Mireille Mathieu
Jun 15th
This is all I can manage these days. HA!
Mireille Mathieu – Pardonne-moi ce caprice d’enfant
Endless Midnight Serenades.
Gay Carrington Stars in the Bates Motel
May 18th
Gay Carrington has one of my favorite YouTube channels. She is gracious and wise. This lovely, talented actress is “a former Studio System star, unceremoniously dumped and trying to make a comeback.”
In this video, Carrington plays Amanda Leslie who unfortunately stops at the Bates Motel.
Jeremy Irons Will Always Be An Ideal
May 10th
I know this was a photo editorial in Interview magazine from the early 90s, but I cannot find my copy. I adore these photos of Jeremy Irons. I forget where I found them and would link. I Spring clean the hard drives too. Where is the damn hard copy of that magazine?
Midnight Serenade- Elvis
May 6th
Elvis is an odd choice for me, but the lyrics from this Otis Blackwell song seem fitting. Don’t we all like to be “gay” every morning and at night still the same. A choice to say, “I do” would be a nice perk for those who want. We’ve all been “Paralyzed” by love.
When you looked into my eyes
I stood there like I was hypnotized
You sent a feeling to my spine
A feeling warm and smooth and fine
But all I could do was stand there paralyzed
When we kissed, ooh, what a thrill
You took my hand and, ooh baby, what a chill
I felt like grabbing you real tight
Squeeze and squeeze with all my might
But all I could do was stand there paralyzedOh yeah lucky me, I’m singing every day
Ever since that day you came my way
You made my life for me just one big happy game
I’m gay every morning
At night I’m still the same
Do you remember that wonderful time
When you held my hand and swore that you’ll be mine
In front of a preacher you said
“I do” I couldn’t say a word for thinking of you
All I could do was stand there paralyzed
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