Filth is my politics! Filth is my life!

WHAT
I watched
LAST NIGHT
EVERY GREAT FILM SHOULD SEEM NEW EVERY TIME YOU SEE IT
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El tercero (The Third One)

The plot for this one is straightforward. An affluent older gay couple in Buenos Aires meet a younger guy online, and invite him over for dinner - and a threesome. And that's exactly what happens in this Argentinian movie. TLA's promotional material, including the cover art, makes the most of the film's ménage à trois, but there's more to this delightful little film than sex.

The sex goes on for some time, but the real action occurs around the dinner table. As David McAlmont once sang, there's nothing wrong with a little communication, and this film says a lot. Emiliano Dionisi is a standout as the young Fede, and writer/director Rodrigo Guerrero's film is intimate, surprising, and thought-provoking: don't miss it.

I Am Divine

Faggots aren't very good at history, it seems. I first discovered this when I saw Crayton Robey's Making The Boys, which started off with a vox pop of young gays. None of them knew about The Boys In The Band. I didn't, either. And why would we? Who teaches us LGBT history? If you're lucky, you have an elder. If not, you've got Lady Gaga and Beyonce.

A recent episode of RuPaul's Drag Race featured a John Waters challenge, with the womens required to recreate scenes from Waters' films, such as Pink Flamingos and Female Trouble. The gurls appeared to be in awe of Waters, but I wonder how many of them had actually seen any of his films, as opposed to being aware of him as a famous person? (Seriously, do any of us believe for a second that Pearl or Violet Chachki know a single thing about John Waters?)

As for me, I'd only ever seen Pink Flamingos (thanks to my very own beloved elder), but Female Trouble was quickly shoved into the DVD after I watched this absolute gem of a documentary. It really opened my eyes to the legend that was - is - Divine, and left me craving more. I learnt something, but millions of faggots won't. Ain't that a shame?

Mannequin

Like faggots everywhere, I once knew Joan Crawford only from the character assassination that is Mommie Dearest, and the career bookend Whatever Happened To Baby Jane? (arguably, Crawford's last picture). But thanks to my beloved elder, and the Tired Old Queen At The Movies, I started looking at the rest of her oeuvre. I watched Mildred Pierce and Sudden Fear, and I was hooked. I started buying every Crawford picture I could get my hands on: Autumn Leaves, Johnny Guitar, Harriet Craig, Humoresque... Each movie left me more intoxicated than before. And then I reached 1932's Grand Hotel. Crawford was Crawford, younger and as mesmerising as ever, but there's only so far back in time you can go before the picture starts to break up, and becomes unreadable. Grand Hotel didn't translate for me; it felt, at times, like watching a YouTube web series in black and white. The make-up on the men jarred, the music overbeared, and the cuts were awkward. It was slow. So I stepped away from Miss Crawford for a while, worried that her remaining pictures would be unwatchable. I shouldn't have worried: I came back to The Shining Hour (1938), a decent flick, and Mannequin (1937), a real pleasure. It's always a thrill to see Joanie as an immaculate wage slave, right before she meets Mr. Right and ends up in mink. And she stars alongside tragic hunk Alan Curtis, who died in 1953, aged just 43.

Mr Skeffington

As a Crawford fan, I've always been a little wary of Bette Davis. Yeah, Whatever Happened To Baby Jane? is her picture, and All About Eve is legendary, but I've still only seen a few of her movies, in comparison to dozens of Crawford's.

For my birthday, my best friend Rogue "Marbie" Scott gave me Bette and Joan: The Divine Feud, by Shaun Considine, a book that spans the careers of both stars, as well as the rise and fall of the Hollywood studio system. I don't think I've read anything more jaw-droppingly. Think you know the best and the worst of Crawford and Davis? Read this book.

Of course, it left me wanting to know more about Bette, and specifically, Mr Skeffington, described in the book as "five months of war, sheer hell". Despite the unpromising title (what were they thinking?!), the picture is fascinating, with Davis' character Fanny aging horribly (she wears a rubber mask), but still trying to attract the boys. Faggots of a certain age will get that.

I would love to kiss you. The price of kissing is your life

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in
MOTION
IT'S A MAN'S WORLD AND YOU MEN CAN HAVE IT

Issue 212: Micah Brandt, BAIT, Baltimore, Brixton, He-Man, Mika, twinks, Jeffrey Dahmer, Drag Race, Rylan Fox, and more...


the week's
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& pop
culture,
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bias.

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left & found

Why black gay privilege is a ridiculous notion.

Americans think prison rape is funny because of who gets hurt. "Prison rape is a staple of American comedy because nothing is as hilarious as bad people getting their comeuppance – especially if they are black men."

Falling through the cracks: My struggle to survive as a homeless gay youth.

LGBT mental health: Are we doing enough?

The Last Black Man in San Francisco will put a face to those displaced by gentrification.

Former homophobes reveal what changed their minds.


Why the penis is having a moment in men's fashion. "Fashion has found a new obsession: nude men, specifically men with their penises out. From Rick Owens to Fantastic Man magazine, what’s all the fuss about?"

The casual racism I deal with as an Asian in an interracial relationship.

Watch | Next time someone says racism isn't real, show them this video...

Liu Xiaodong

Art
Skool

What's the meaning of goodness if there isn't a little badness to overcome?

Tired
Old
Queen
at the
Movies

Spring arrives with one of the most heartwarming films in MGM history, Clarence Brown’s National Velvet (1944), starring Mickey Rooney, Elizabeth Taylor, Donald Crisp, Angela Lansbury and Oscar winner Anne Revere.

Taken from the novel by Enid Bagnold and filmed in glorious color, the film follows the dreams of a young English girl (Taylor) and her beautiful stallion known as “The Pye”. With the help of a rough young trainer (Rooney) and a wise and gentle mother (Revere), she is able to achieve her dream of entering “Pye” in The Grand National, the greatest horse race in England. It’s nostalgic, heart stopping, sensitive and beguiling. So, sit back and fall in love with National Velvet.

Steve Hayes

I don't care what you think unless it is about me

REAL
BOYS
THE THIRST IS REAL

I don't care what you think unless it is about me

REAL
BOYS
THE THIRST IS REAL

Issue 211: Doug Locke, Freaky Boiz, Bruce LaBruce, Blackbird, John Waters, Reggie Yates, McDonalds, and more...


the week's
news
& pop
culture,
with a
gay
bias.

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left & found

Reinventing the Hanky Code.

What Hinduism, Buddhism, Sikhism and Jainism really think of LGBT people will surprise you.

Think diversity creates a racism-free utopia? Check out this California poll.



The myth of black gay privilege.

Indian Americans on balancing family with their LGBT identity. "For many gay and lesbian South Asians living in the US, coming out involves bridging gaps between culture, community and sexuality."

The trials of being gay and ginger.

On aging in Gayville. "I turned 26 a mere week after moving to New York City. I felt the freedom to be myself - to be gloriously gay, to drink, to smoke, to live. I felt the city was my oyster and wanted to shuck it in as many ways as I chose as often as I chose. However, I couldn't be bothered to give a second glance to an older man or return a smile with sincerity for that matter. Now I'm the older man and I'm receiving that very same treatment." (Image)

Sixteen things asexuals want you to know about asexuality.

The most common questions about the trans community, answered.


Why rape is good fodder for comedy.

RuPaul, Michelle Visage and fantastic Katie Hopkins

Michelle Visage and RuPaul think right wing bigot Katie Hopkins is the best thing since sliced bread. She thinks "migrants are like cockroaches". Nearly a thousand Africans - men, women and children - drowned in the Mediterranean last week trying to reach Europe. Why are our idols siding with the people who think they deserve all they get?

IN MY DAY job, which involves dealing with the great British public, I've been called a "fucking immigrant". And, of course, that's exactly what I am: three times over. I've been a "fucking immigrant" in Perth, in New York, and here in London.

I'm gay, too, but in a world where gay usually means white and native. White American gay. White British gay. White Australian gay. If you're born in the country you live in, you're always a rung up from the next guy. And if you're white, you're golden. If you're not white, but you're "born and bred here", you're still better off than the guy just off the boat.

I mention this because there's a disconnect between those who speak for us as LGBT people, and real life. The celebrity gay, the gay artist - regardless of their distant humble backgrounds - don't understand the struggles of ordinary civilians. Just look at Dolce & Gabbana. Italian politician Nichi Vendola said of the wealthy rag trade queens, "I think that from their lofty social rank they don’t really understand what it means to say to live in a country where homophobia kills and the deficit of rights weighs on a lot of lives." And straight ally Madonna has just feted infamous antigay bigot Margaret Thatcher. A well known playwright and director of my acquaintance thinks the solution to all our problems is to write a play about it. Who goes to see plays?

And then there's Michelle Visage, a judge on RuPaul's Drag Race, who earlier this year entered the Celebrity Big Brother house to represent the LGBT community, despite being neither L, G or even B. And probably not T. In the house, she formed a mean girls gang with infamous rightwing loudmouth Katie Hopkins. Visage claimed that she was geared up to hate Hopkins before the show, but found she "liked" her once she got to know her. Presumably, she would have been best mates with Adolf Hitler - that great artist and dog lover - despite all the business with the Jews and the ovens. It's unclear if Visage challenged any of Hopkins' hateful bile, but what she did do (led by the nose by Hopkins) was bully the crazy gay guy (Perez Hilton). Nice.

I get why Visage would gravitate to Hopkins. Hopkins is, essentially, a drag queen, a grotesque who spews out vitriol, sort of like Bianca del Rio. And that's fun. I enjoyed hate-watching Hopkins on The Apprentice. But by the time of CBB, I knew what her game was. She had successfully positioned herself as a social commentator, with her appearances on This Morning, and her tabloid column in Rupert Murdoch's poisonous comic The Sun. By "liking" Hopkins, Visage is effectively lending credence to Hopkins opinions. Saying "I don't agree with her, but as a person, I like her" is allying herself to Hopkins. It's celebrity endorsement. Visage is in showbiz, she knows the score.

In this month's Attitude magazine, RuPaul Charles says Katie Hopkins is "fantastic". The "fantastic" Katie Hopkins has just wrote in The Sun, “These migrants are like cockroaches. They might look a bit ‘Bob Geldof’s Ethiopia circa 1984’, but they are built to survive a nuclear bomb,” and advocated using gunships on them. Just 48 hours later, some 900 hundred desperate migrants drowned in the Mediterranean. Babies, children, men and women, dead.

Both RuPaul and Michelle Visage should be ashamed of themselves. Having bent over backwards to praise Katie Hopkins, Visage - and RuPaul - should now denounce her. Unless they think it's okay to applaud desperate African migrants drowning at sea. 

Issue 210: RuPaul, Frank Ocean, Shane Ortega, Micah Brandt, Blackbird, Broadway Bares, The Black Cap, and more...


the week's
news
& pop
culture,
with a
gay
bias.

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left & found

Out's 9th Annual Power List: 2015's fifty most powerful LGBTs.

A scientific look at the damage parents do when they bully their gay kids.

These portraits show homeless gay youth as they wish to be seen.


"Whenever a counter-culture, anti-culture, sub-culture, underground thing gets absorbed into the mainstream, it loses its face. I’m noticing that. I’m vying for a more equal cultural trade. So the world gave us marriage and kids? Thanks! Now, take this bottle of poppers and let us give you a life-changing rim-job in the bathroom of the gay bar you think it’s fun to go to because they play such great music." Dane Terry skewers queer homogeneity.

The freedom and pathology of risky sex.

The pink mob strikes again...

...And why hating straights is no way to get gay equality.

Are gay men more racist than straight men?



The unauthorised biography of a black cop.

The library is open for the philosopher-queen. RuPaul opens up in 90-minute New York Public library interview.


What it's like to be intersex.

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