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
If you're like us, and you appreciate the slap-happy singles style of Tony Gwynn to the deep-ball threat of Barry Bonds, then the shuffleboard table at Fly Bar on Larkin and Sutter is definitely your speed.
It's hard to conceive of an action flick more inane or entertaining than Kathryn Bigelow's 1991 cult sensation, Point Break. It ranks high on the beefcake meter, and with its homoerotic subtext and efficiently paced action, you can view it as either a cinematic train wreck or a pulp fiction magnum opus. A new dramatic adaptation of the movie, Point Break Live!, riffs on all the blockbustery fracas, staying astonishingly faithful to the original script and its concomitant crests and troughs. The story -- in case you missed the plot points amid all the rippling muscles -- centers on a quarterback-turned-FBI agent, Johnny Utah (Keanu Reeves), who goes undercover to investigate a string of bank robberies committed by a syndicate known as the Ex-Presidents, led by blissed-out surfer swami Bodhi (Patrick Swayze). After receiving precious koans from Bodhi on surfing, "that place where you lose yourself and find yourself," Johnny gets seduced by the adrenaline of the affable bandits' lifestyle, placing him in direct conflict with his crime-busting cohorts. The parody, which premiered in Seattle in 2003, gets its surf on and reprises the adrenaline-shot mise-en-scene of the movie with the help of wind machines, squirt guns, stunt doubles, and heaps of overacting. The kicker? The role of Johnny Utah is hand-picked from the audience via a handy "applause-o-meter" and gets by on cue cards, extempore. Don't let stage fright be too much of a hindrance. Looking alive, after all, might lose you a plum gig, considering the role's precursor.
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