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
We don't often go out of our way for restrooms, but in the case of Macy's sixth-floor ladies room (sorry guys: you'll just have to make do with having everything else), all who pass through its doors will understand why it's worth the effort.
Comedian Bobcat Goldthwait beautifully polarized audiences with his screamy, phlegm-filled non sequiturs in the 1980s. It was the most visceral part of an experimental character he developed while working in San Francisco clubs such as the Other Cafe, during a time when telling jokes onstage was still his art and not yet his big business -- and when he could get away with such antics as performing from inside a cardboard box. In the years since, Goldthwait’s career has veered toward writing and directing films; his forthcoming God Bless America brilliantly skewers the cesspool of reality television through the barrel of a terminally ill serial killer who’s sick of the Kardashian circus. But Goldthwait recently found new joy in performing standup by jettisoning that 1980s persona in favor of his comparatively quieter, tic-free -- yet still disarmingly funny -- real self. He’s among several high-profile performers to take the stage of San Francisco’s newest comedy venue, located in a building with local historical significance.
April 12-14, 2012