While they often presented themselves as bodybuilders’ publications, their chuckle-prompting titles — Torso, Adonis, Honcho, Mandate — didn’t lie. Gay men’s magazines of decades past were bought by gay men who wanted to look at the erotic illustrations of well- built male bodies therein. Because any- one known to possess such material in the homophobic 1950s and 1960s could experience serious consequences, men hid the magazines under their mat- tresses. These illustrations have now inspired a traveling exhibition, Stroke: From Under the Mattress to the Museum Wall. Curated by notable erotic artist Robert W. Richards and orig- inating at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay and Lesbian Art, the popular show contains 24 original illustrations that ap- peared in gay magazines from the 1950s to the 1990s. It also looks at how gay men, forced into the closet during those decades, used these pictures to explore their sexuality intimately. It additionally serves as a showcase for the artists in- volved. On view are works by two dozen top artists of the times, including Touko Laaksonen (Tom of Finland), Antonio Lopez (Antonio), and David Martin.More
Mashing up different world cuisines is usually a popular conceit for new quick-service eateries and food trucks to make a quick buck and gain Instagram fame, but Volta has shown how well global cross-pollination works on a refined plate without stretching for novelty or pretense in the process.
Its the most fattening time of the year/With pumpkin pie filling and everyone swilling down eggnog and beer/Its the most fattening time of the year! At the Christmas Crap-Array by the Lesbian/Gay Chorus of San Francisco, those are the cleanest and most respectful lines of the evening; the rest of them will mix Hanukkah and the word dong, provoke Santa-humping, and rhapsodize on the great holiday tradition of secret toking. We hope horrible music teacher Miss Smith, played to the Jane Lynch hilt by choir director Stephanie Lynne Smith, is on the bill again this year. Because who doesnt want to see children crying when they abruptly learn the truth about Santa Claus the truth being that hes taking valuable attention away from the birth of our lord and savior Jesus Christ? Top-notch singing, a warm-fuzzy ensemble feel, and enough snark to get you most of the way to January make the Christmas Crap-Array a very poorly named event.
Dec. 17-19, 8 p.m., 2009