Saturday, December 20, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
A weekly look at what's making news in the free gay mags:
Get Out! magazine has lots of packages to unwrap HERE ...
Next: On the heels of his recent exhibition at G Lounge -- which I attended for five minutes yet still met reader Randy, hunky Seth Fornea and quickly chatted with pals Greg and Mike -- photographer Edwin Pabon shares his obsession with the gay booty HERE.
G Spotted: I'd like to have Seth's cake and eat it, too
Metro Weekly (D.C.): Having helped elect hundreds of LGBT candidates to public office nationwide, Victory Fund's Chuck Wolfe moves on / Read Q&A HERE.
Grab (Chicago): Johnny V and Joey D are hung with flair / Read HERE.
Echo (Phoenix): Meet the Valley's Man and Woman of the Year HERE.
Sensitif: It doesn't seem like the French rag is publishing anymore, but its Facebook page is still chock full o' hotties! Visit HERE.
Sublime stuff, from The New Yorker (natch):
A woman takes a job with a wealthy family without asking for money in exchange for her services. An absurd premise. Later, her employer leaves a lucrative career in banking in order to play a children’s game. —No stars.Read 'em all HERE.
Saw this on Facebook -- kudos to whoever used this photo of Mike Branson, my favorite turn-of-the-century porn star! Got all my Christmas shopping done and am now coasting into the big day. Hope you're having a great holiday season wherever you are!
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 8:00 AM
I recently posted about Mr. MacMurray and his penchant for playing second fiddle to bigger female stars. Now, It’s time for a posting about just how sexy he was. I didn’t take notice of Fred as a hunk until I saw him shirtless with muscles bulging in “No Time for Love,” with frequent co-star Claudette Colbert.
This weekend can't come soon enough, which got me blushing thinking about just how HUGE Loverboy was when I first arrived at Dobson High School. Yeah, guys: Nirvana killed your career. Sure.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Just realized it's the 14-year anniversary of the tragic death of Kirsty MacColl, one of the best pop stars who ever lived. In remembrance of what a treasure she was, I give you this classic holiday song.