Every now and then, I update the banner at the top of the page. It makes it look like something is happening around here.
The new banner is thoroughly and unashamedly camp. It combines two overriding passions - sex and Daleks.
Those two words rarely feature in the same sentence, but thanks to the ka-os blog, these disparate subjects have united, and the Daleks have discovered CocoDorm. Now, there's a movie that needs to be made. Don't forget kids, after Davros, the top Dalek is the black Dalek.
Let me just leave that one alone.
As it happens, my three miniature Daleks will be discovering a lot in the future. They're going to be my ambassadors, photographed amongst, against and up on various disparate subjects. You'll see them at the top of this page juxtasposed against everything and anything.
The initial shoots have been in and about the yard; but I'll be taking the Terrible Three out and about in London for raw, hardcore sessions. If you've got ideas or requests, comment here, and I'll try and do it.
It should be fun.
(Oh, and it's ka-os|theory now, not the ka-os blog. We're "re-branding" [fuckeries et cetera] Please amend your links, kids. Ta).
Ordinarily, I like my men with more meat on the bone, but hell, T.I. would make a tasty lunchtime snack, or the meat in a sandwich.
So let us now look at Module 2.2: Reasons To Like T.I.
1). His film ATL is excellent. It's not a tedious gangsta thug cliché, it's a breath of fresh air. Young little gay boys the length and breadth of the States will be wishing T.I. was their big brother.
2). His voice. Never let us underestimate the power of voice. Even Servalan realised that when she was making a synthesised electronic dream version of Blake. T.I. has the kind of voice, accented by a sexually enticing drawl, that could make old J.R. give up women.
3). His cap. He wears it oh so precariously. Will it fall off? How does it stay there like that? It's a mystery.
4). He shows his pubes. OMG Blog told us so. "OMG, his pubes!" was their headline. Let it be known as a matter of policy that the ka-os blog advocates the display of pubes at any opportunity (except for redheads; that's just wrong. Unless it's that pornographically beautiful boy out of Desperate Housewives, who bears a striking resemblance to the bottom slut out of Oz - y'know, the one who got converted to Christianity by Matt Dillon, who he then bricked up in a wall).
5). His song Why You Wanna? It's a question we can apply to many situations in life. And the video is monochrome too.
6). He is from Atlanta, which manufactures large quantities of too too hot men. It's a scientific fact that global warming can be attributed to the heat coming off Atlanta-bred men.
7). He's made babies with a gurl out of Xscape, a 90s R&B group. Okay, she's female, but it's a 90s R&B group, still.
8). He does charitable work, from Hurricane Katrina relief work to helping the youf. So even though he's a bad boy he's still a good boy, really.
9). Finally, unlike über twat Ne-Yo, who felt it necessary to get high and mighty about Chris Brown/Rihanna, T.I. just said, "I've been blessed and fortunate enough to spend time around them and Rihanna is outstanding. She's the sweetest girl... Chris, he's a great guy. I can't speak on the event that took place. I don't know the details... It's not my business, but I know through all adversity comes strength and everyone goes through things for a reason."
So there you have it - 9 reasons to like T.I. Can you think of a tenth?
Elsewhere - OMG, his pubes: T.I.
The Fourth Plinth in Trafalgar Square will next be occupied not by a piece of sculpture, but by a truly unique piece of contemporary art: you.
Yes, dear reader, you.
The Fourth Plinth was built in 1841. Originally intended for an equestrian statue, it was empty for many years and is now the location for specially commissioned art.
The current incumbent is Thomas Schütte's sculpture "Model for a Hotel 2007" (right), an architectural model of a twenty-one storey building, constructed in specially engineered red, yellow and blue glass weighing over 8 tonnes.
When that is removed in the summer, it will be replaced by a living monument by sculptor Antony Gormley. He invites you to occupy the Fourth Plinth, an image of yourself, and a "representation of the whole of humanity".
You'll enjoy a full hour of public attention from your position on high, during which you can do absolutely anything (as long as it's legal). Orate. Dance. Get naked. The artist himself says, "I will be very upset if somebody doesn't take off their clothes when they get there."
So will I. Working near the Square means I'm going see a lot of what goes on. And with 2,400 people taking part in the project over 100 days, there's bound to be plenty of interesting, sexy, fun and controversial episodes.
The application process is open to anyone over 16, and who is resident in the UK for the duration of the project.
Elsewhere - Antony Gormley wants you for the fourth plinth
Elsewhere - One & Other
Elsewhere - Fourth Plinth
Richard (pictured above, left, with Molly Sugden) is best known for her role as Pauline Fowler in EastEnders, and as Miss Brahms in 70s sitcom Are You Being Served?
I grew up watching both characters, laughing at the antics of Miss Brahms in Grace Bros department store, and smiling wryly at grim Pauline. Everyone knows a Pauline - and if you don't, thank your lucky stars. Thank you Mrs Richard. You were loved.
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Previously - John Inman, "Mr Humphries", Has Died
Elsewhere - Tribute To Wendy Richard Lasting Tribute
SINCE WHEN DOES who you sleep with make you racist? The answer to that old chestnut is always. If you're white and you only sleep with white guys you're racist. If you're white and you only sleep with Asian guys you're a rice queen. If you're white and you sleep with anyone, regardless of race, you're some colonial queen sampling the Empire's delicacies. Oh, and it works both ways. Those same Asian guys who like it white are labelled snow queens, as are black guys who prefer white guys. And they're hated by other black guys, for whom it is a huge sell-out and the ultimate betrayal of the race. Black guys more than anyone else, because although there's all kinds of racial permutations, none is more controversial than the point where the black/white tectonic plates meet. Metroboi wrote on his blog Lifes Like... last week about a conversation with a friend of his:
"Ok. So I was talking to a friend of mine today (well for most of the day) about life etc etc. And we came to the subject of sexual relations. Oh by the way, he's white and incase you didn't know (or you're colour blind) I'm black. I asked him if he's ever slept with a black man. He said yes, he's slept with many cultures before. Good on him! He then proceeded to ask me if I've slept with white guys. I said yes. In fact, I say I've only ever slept with white guys. Bare with me on this one. My friend then asked me why, and the honest straight forward answer, is because I don't find many black men attractive. I just haven't got a physical preference to all black men. Someway, somehow, my friend decided that I was racist. I laughed at the comment and carried on chatting, but it has kind of disturbed me a bit and got me a little angry. It's not the first time I've heard someone say it to me either. In fact some people have said to me that I'm not racist, I'm hypocritical and not proud of my heritage. Now, I am very proud of my heritage, but sleeping or going out with someone of my colour, does not define me as a person. I do not need to sleep with someone of my colour to prove that pride or to prove myself to anyone. I guess I'm just writing this to get my anger out and to say how much it annoyed me once I had realised what he had said. So, do my thoughts make me a racist? A hypocrite? A bounty? Am I not proud of my heritage and culture? Is it not just down to personal preference and personal observations?? And is the fact that I find the look of black skin against white skin oh so sexy a bad thing??!!!!"Now let me digress for a quick minute on a technicality - the mistake Metroboi made in articulating his feelings, and it's a mistake most people make when discussing this subject, black or white - is saying that whilst he finds white guys attractive, he doesn't find black guys attractive. Statements like that are defensive rather than purely factual. What he actually means to say is that he's sexually attracted to white guys, and generally not sexually attracted to black guys. I can say that with some authority since Metroboi and I once sat drooling over T.I. as he bounced around a stage with his shirt off. The core issue Metroboi is raising, however, is one of personal preference, and the unwelcome judgements of others on that choice. When discussing this issue, I always refer to a story related to me by another outspoken black youth; let's call him Ziggy. He also has a preference for white men, something a militant clique of black youths who frequent Heaven took exception to. They call themselves the Pretty Boi Cru, and style themselves (supposedly) upon the gangsta hip-hop scene. The effect is more CocoDorm than Tupac Shakur (which isn't a bad thing by any means). According to Ziggy, the Pretty Boi Cru take it upon themselves to bully, threaten, intimidate - and even physically assault - any fresh meat who ventured onto the black gay scene and align themselves to white men in any shape or form. I saw hints of this myself in Heaven when I went there, and Ziggy's account didn't surprise me. I can't comment on the white gay scene, but I imagine there's a similar sort of peer pressure amongst them too. The racial divide - or rather, yawning chasm - is arguably more pronounced amongst gay men, perhaps more than in any other group. Is it because gay men are constantly striving for identity? Is it more superficial than that, more about a rigid set of values underpinned by race? It's ironic really - as gay men we constantly reiterate the mantra "Who I sleep with is no one's business but my own" - yet when it comes to race, it's everyone's business, and it's always a judgement. Elsewhere - Apparently I'm Racist
The phrase 'Dancing with the Devil' evokes images of fiery rituals where witches and demons cavort under the cold moonlight. But that’s science fiction. That’s the sort of craziness that led to innocent people being burned at the stake. In real life, however, the expression does mean cavorting with dark forces - just ones inside our own heads. Centered around a single protagonist, from Breeding Season where we spy a high school crush gone wild, through Beneath Paradise where sex and salvation’s all-out war leaves a young friendship on the battlefield, to the cautionary tales Pretty Young Gangsters, Dancing With The Devil and When Romeo Wakes, each of which peep into the darkest part of obsession’s needy heart. This collection of stories deal with those sometimes sexy, sometimes darkly disturbing moments when our inner Devils come out and dance.Elsewhere - SGLcafé.com Elsewhere - CHUMA SPIRIT eBooks View all articles in Books.
London in 1.01 minutes.
Yes. This really is London.
(The ad misses the part where he steps off at Waterloo for a quickie in Pleasuredrome, alights at Clapham Common for some cruising and finally visits me in Ealing for some lurrvvve in the afternoon. But hell, the ad's only a minute, so guess they couldn't squeeze in everything, huh?)
MAYBE I'VE BEEN watching too much Miami Ink, but this could be one of the sexiest pictures I've ever seen (above).
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Previously - 23rd London Lesbian And Gay Film Festival
Elsewhere - Bramadero (Official Blog)
Writer-Director Julian Breece makes a striking debut with The Young & Evil, a dramatic short about a defiantly promiscuous young man who finds eros in self-destruction. Referencing the controversial 1930s novel of the same title, The Young & Evil provides a chilling lens into how homophobia, faithlessness and longing miscolor the need for human connection.
Shot in South Central Los Angeles by veteran cinematographer Carl Bartels, The Young & Evil presents a unique and stylish vision. Pulsing with atmosphere, the film undulates between urban grit and haunting metaphor. With Breece's protagonist as our guide, we're ushered into a labyrinthine world of shadows, where touch equals salvation.
Previously - 23rd London Lesbian And Gay Film Festival
Elsewhere - myspace.com/theyoungandevil