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Green For Danger
Who-dunnit? That's the big question when a murderer works his way through a make shift hospital outside of London during the blitz in Launder & Gilliat's Green For Danger (1946).
Trevor Howard, Alistair Sym and Sally Gray head a cast of top-flight British actors in this adaptation of the famous medical thriller by Christianna Brand. The plot is intricate, the dialogue amusing, the acting brilliant and the dénouement a complete surprise. In a genre that rarely comes off on screen, Green For Danger remains a mystery that truly is, until the very end.
Steve Hayes
Trevor Howard, Alistair Sym and Sally Gray head a cast of top-flight British actors in this adaptation of the famous medical thriller by Christianna Brand. The plot is intricate, the dialogue amusing, the acting brilliant and the dénouement a complete surprise. In a genre that rarely comes off on screen, Green For Danger remains a mystery that truly is, until the very end.
Steve Hayes
The Guest Spot
Pervert. Heretic. Avant-Gardian. Forbidden Light makes it his mission to mix all things with sex and fetish. With the belief that "sex is a microcosm of the universe"; he tests his theories by making strange sexual juxtapositions. In his blog, Journals of an Intelsexual, he severely over-analyzes the basic and attempts to summarize the grandiose. Kink. Spirit. Headaches. Is there any more to life? A Fetish for My Father's Curse
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is words crawled across my skin, "What's the matter, Boy?"
My imagination colored his silent sentences with a southern accent, "You never seen big, white wood before?"
My blood boils as I continue to read, "I'd never let those black, field mitts anywhere near this good meat...but if there's one thing nigger lips are good for..."
I couldn't believe where my curiosity lead me this time...
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Bitch. Slut. Pussy. It isn't uncommon for people to convert terms of degradation into dirty talk. Re-conceptualizing derogatory terms, we thrust ourselves into a state of hyper-sexuality. Meat. Stud. Beast. Giving in to these depictions of savage sexual beings, we give ourselves license to become mindlessly passionate. Thug. Nigga. Nigger? Too far? Believe it or not, there are black men and women who find being called a nigger, coon and other racial epithets erotic. More unbelievable than that, "race play" goes much deeper.
Humiliation. Shackles. Whippings. These elements are nothing new to the BDSM world, but it becomes especially jarring when given a racist twist. (At least, it does for me.) To indulge in their non-PC kink, men from all over come to Palm Springs, CA to participate in the "Plantation Retreat". Old fashioned slavery is recreated for white and black men alike to engage in homoerotic versions of slave auctions, forced labor and ownership. Black men return to being only 1/16th of their white counterparts and they love it. They're sexually excited by being owned as human property. They are turned on by the humbling experience of being inferior in every way... but one.
Ultimately, the slaves are bound under their own volition, under their own terms. Their experience goes only as deep as they have negotiated to go. A part of me is amazed. Have oppression become so far removed from our reality, that it can become fodder for fantasy? Is slavery such a distant memory, we can play with the scar tissue without opening old wounds? What's the difference between being aroused by hearing "Nigger" whispered in your ear and dancing to our favorite songs where "nigga" blares through the speaker?
I have too many questions...
Personally, this fetish hits too close to home. I can't imagine recreating a present reality and calling it "play". Let's face it, I doubt the white "masters" leave their superiority complexes at the retreat. When your fantasy is to purchase and trade me, is it possible to view me as an equal? Coming from these thick, full lips, can my words be heard objectively? Can you really call me a nigger and not mean it?
Forbidden Light wrote exclusively for ka-os|theory.
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Tired old queen at the movies
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Dracula & The Wolf Man
Halloween shakes and shudders settle in as TOQ salutes two Universal horror classics; Todd Browning's Dracula, starring Bela Lugosi and George Waggner's The Wolf Man, starring Lon Chaney Jr. Lugosi had played the vampire on Broadway, where he was considered a matinee idol because of his on stage sex appeal as the evil count.
Although he played everything in horror movies from a hunchback to the Frankenstein monster, it was Dracula that influenced and stunted Lugosi's career. The yak hair for Cheney's werewolf make-up took six hours to apply and itched him constantly. Chaney came from a background of horror. His father was the legendary Silent Screen star Lon Chaney. Though he'd made a huge impression as Lenny in the film version of John Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men (1939), once Lon Jr. played a werewolf, there was no turning back. Both films
feature terrific supporting casts; Everett Van Sloan as Dr. Van Helsing, Dwight Frye as the maniacal Renfield in Dracula, and in The Wolf Man, Claude Rains, Ralph Bellamy, Evelyn Ankers, the best screamer in horror movies and the great Maria Ouspenskaya as the gypsy fortune teller who knows too well the werewolf's fate. So, carve a pumpkin, grab a crucifix and curl up with a warm monster... of some sort.
Steve Hayes
Although he played everything in horror movies from a hunchback to the Frankenstein monster, it was Dracula that influenced and stunted Lugosi's career. The yak hair for Cheney's werewolf make-up took six hours to apply and itched him constantly. Chaney came from a background of horror. His father was the legendary Silent Screen star Lon Chaney. Though he'd made a huge impression as Lenny in the film version of John Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men (1939), once Lon Jr. played a werewolf, there was no turning back. Both films
feature terrific supporting casts; Everett Van Sloan as Dr. Van Helsing, Dwight Frye as the maniacal Renfield in Dracula, and in The Wolf Man, Claude Rains, Ralph Bellamy, Evelyn Ankers, the best screamer in horror movies and the great Maria Ouspenskaya as the gypsy fortune teller who knows too well the werewolf's fate. So, carve a pumpkin, grab a crucifix and curl up with a warm monster... of some sort. Steve Hayes
SEVENTEEN
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Marvin Henry, 17, has become the seventeenth teenager to be murdered in London this year.
He was shot in Mill Hill, north London, earlier today. It's less than a week since 16-year-old Samuel Adelagun was shot in Newham, east London.
Note: Don't Die Before You've Lived is a series of ongoing entries recording the murders of teenagers in London. Although not necessarily GBLT-related, the desperately premature loss of these young boys deserves our full attention. Take a minute, read the names, look at their faces, and spare a thought for these kids who really did die before they lived. ka-os|theory is a London-based blog.
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This (top left) is 16-year-old Samuel Adelagun. He is the sixteenth teenager to be murdered in London this year.Adelagun was shot dead in Plaistow, East London, on Saturday.
In September, Rio McFarlane was shot in Peckham, South London. Fourteen other teenagers have been shot or stabbed in the capital this year.
In 2009, a total of fourteen teenagers were murdered.
