Friday, December 29, 2023

Remains of the Day (12/29)


KIT212: I've written about the downfall of Tempe's Mill Avenue, which was once a hotbed of eclectic independent businesses (thrift stores, restaurants, record stores, book shops, bars and live music venues). Turns out Nicholas Holthaus and Chris Valentine released a documentary about this very subject in 2008, "Mill Avenue Inc.," which already seems kind of quaint now that even a misguided attempt at corporatization of the area has largely gone bust (The Gap, Ruby Tuesday, Barnes & Noble, Hooters, Pizzeria Uno, Bath & Body Works and Chili's have all come and gone.). Still worth a watch, though, for its great footage and interviews, including Gayle Shanks (owner of Changing Hands Bookstore, where I bought my copy of "The Joy of Gay Sex"), Kimber Lanning (owner of Stinkweeds Records) and Megan Irwin (Phoenix New Times). Watch HERE.

The Root: First HBCU football player to come out as gay entering 2024 NFL Draft


Saturday 'Stache: "Ass you like it …"














Hot Cat of the Day: "What??? I thought you said you wanted helping taking the tree down."

RIP:




3 comments:

Warren said...

I lived in the Castro in SF from 1989 till 1999 and at one point Eric Manchester was a neighbor or mine. Such a sweet guy and so freaking handsome. Sorry to hear he passed.

Jaradon said...

The final nude dance is the best part of the movie- he looks great naked

AB said...

I was at Graffiti's on Mill every weekend. Would show up for after-hours and close the bar down. I remember the windows would rattle when there was heavy synth or bass like New Order's Your Silent Face or Book Of Love's Boy. I was outside of the club the night Bono showed up. I believe it was when they were filming Rattle and Hum in December at Sun Devil stadium But it could have been in April when they had two nights at ASU Activity Center.

I Met my first 2 hookups there. David a man 13 years older than me who I thought was my first boyfriend but later found out that he'd never considered us together. To him I was one of many in a pattern of barely legal fuckbuds. Then there was the stunning Brian with long chin length hair and new wave clothes who took my back to his place at a brick apartment complex on University. He was the first guy I ever attempted to give head to. Apparently I wasn't that good because he never spoke to me again after that night. Thankfully (to the delight of others and myself) my skills were much improved after him. Back then the only corporate place on Mill was the Jack in the Box. Those were some great times.