"I knew this would happen." -- Liz Romero, the grandmother of the 8-year-old boy accused of shooting his father and a boarder in Northern Arizona.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
A weekly look at what's making news in New York's free gay rags:
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Thursday, November 27, 2008
(Photograph by Mark Allen)
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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Just saw in The Buzz section of the new Inside Tennis that
Ed Begley Jr. Bjorn Borg has launched a new dating service, Love for All, whose motto is "THE DATING SITE WITH 100% GUARANTEED SUCCESS."
I mean really, who better than the oft-near-bankrupt former heartthrob Swede, whose success in the romance department rivals only that of his results at the U.S. Open: His marriage to his childhood sweetheart, tennis player Mariana Simionescu, ended in divorce after he fathered a child with Jannike Bjorling, a teenager he met while judging a wet T-shirt competition (she was a contestant). That also did not last -- surprise! -- but an ugly custody battle for their son, Robin, dragged on for years. In 1989 Borg was married for a second time, to Loredana Berte, a messy Italian rock star who used to appear half-naked and doused in glitter on the cover of her albums. (Her signature song was "Non sono una signora" -- "I Am Not a Lady.") The same year he wed her Borg was taken to a Milan hospital where he had to have his stomach pumped after a drug overdose. (Naturally, Borg denies it was suicide attempt.) Borg divorced Loredana in 1993.. He married wife No. 3, Patricia Ostfeldt, in 2003, and their son, Leo, was born the following year. (They were apparently still together as of post time.)
So where do you sign up, you ask? Right HERE!
Of course, as this ad indicates, you guys won't have the same problems you've been having with the cult leader over at eHarmony:
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 11:00 AM
While my gut instinct was to urge my mom (and other loved ones) to see "Milk," after talking to her this week and realizing she'd never even heard of him (heck, many of my gay friends haven't either, so I'm not faulting her), I decided to buy her a copy of the documentary and I'm going to ask her to watch that instead. While I think Harvey's subway pickups and messy relationships depicted in "Milk" only make him more endearing to his fellow gay brothers (the crowd of guys I saw it with loved them and believe me, the depiction is rather PG-rated), I decided Mom would learn more about the gay rights movement's greatest champion from archival footage of him in action and interviews with friends and coworkers who loved and admired him than a recreation of it all. My hope, of course, is that she's so moved by the documentary that SHE chooses to go see "Milk" because she wants to. Unlikely, yes. But as Harvey says, you gotta give 'em hope, and hoping, indeed, I am ...
Aztec Camera was the smartest pop band to emerge from the '80s new wave scene, with the Scottish boy wonder Roddy Frame its star attraction. "High Land, Hard Rain" (1983) was one of those flawless debuts that almost screamed that the only way from there was down. But with the likes of songs as brilliant as "Oblivious," "Walk Out to Winter," "We Could Send Letters" and "The Boy Wonders," there certainly was plenty of room on the fall to keep making great music for lifetime. Five more Aztec Camera albums (really in name only, as Roddy was the only consistent performer) never failed to have shining moments, from "All I Need Is Everything" on "Knife," "Deep and Wide and Tall" on "Love," "The Crying Scene" on "Stray" (a surprise hit in the homeland), the Ryuichi Sakamoto-infused "Dreamland," and so on, before Roddy decided to officially go "solo" in 1998 with "North Star" (yet another delightful effort). "Surf" in 2002 and "Western Skies" in 2006 were equally enjoyable as loyalists thoroughly enjoyed watching Roddy mature as a writer. Yet looking back 25 years since that stunning debut, nothing (naturally) will ever compare to those Scottish glory days ...
"Oblivious": I hear your footsteps in the street, it won't be long before we meet ...
"Walk Out to Winter": swear I'll be there. Chill will wake you, high and dry, you'll wonder why
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Read the update HERE.
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Monday, November 24, 2008
A hunky college hockey player and his madcap racist mother? It's gotta be Must-See TV! Meet the Bojanowskis, one of three mother-son pairs on "Momma's Boys," Ryan Searcrest's new reality show featuring overprotective moms helping their sons choose mates. (Debuts Dec. 16 on NBC.)
Although Khalood Bojanowski is an "Iraqi Catholic" (and you know how popular those are back in the homeland, Mom), she has all sorts of problems at home in Michigan with her son JoJo not dating a "white girl." (Why do I suspect likeminded parents in Macomb County feel the exact same way about their white daughters dating her "ethnic" son?)
"I cannot have a black one; I can't have an Asian one; I can't have a fat-butt girl," Mom says on the show. She's even more adamant about Jews. "Nooo! No Jewish girl! No way, no way!" she says. "I cannot stand them! I'm sorry, but I can't handle them. It has to be a white girl."
On a later episode she's even seen threatening to "kill" her son after she observes him from a helicopter making out in a hot tub with one of the black women. "I'm going to kill him, that's what I'm going to do!" she screams. "I'm going to strangle his balls! I swear, I'm ready to kill somebody!" She later confronts the black woman, telling her, "Don't ever put your freakin' lips on my kid!"
Apparently her hateful ways are creating so much negative energy that she's now demanding police protection the night the show debuts. Good luck with that, lady. I wonder how she feels about her son being featured on a blog for GAY MEN. Why don't you all tell Mom what you think of him, with his sexy compact 5-9 175-pound hockey-player bod and million-dollar smile ...
Posted by Kenneth M. Walsh at 11:00 AM