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
The island trend of Hawaiian-style poke, or raw fish/seafood dressed with a variety of sauces and fresh toppings, has been kicking around the West Coast mainland for a while, particularly in Los Angeles, where its lean protein-rich nature is a big hit with the diet and camera conscious.
Initially, we figured the comedy book The Will to Whatevs: A Guide to Modern Life wouldnt pass the laugh-out-loud test, because few books do, and this wasnt by The Onion staff or Simon Rich (look him up). And theres the problem with the title, which sucks, and the theme, which also sucks, being too easy and predictable, an invitation to be boring. But after the second preface and third introduction of Eugene Mirmans book, we were sitting up straighter, and by the quote opening chapter one, in which he quoted himself, wed gone audible: My book is very funny, but disorganized. I think in the end people will compare me quite negatively to a retarded Mark Twain. The Will to Whatevs is primarily a Mirman brain dump: raw, scattered, prone to digression and absurdity. Here are a few lines, totally without context, which is okay the book scoffs at context: You have not tasted deliciousness until you try a lobster that has watched The War. Trust me a mule on acid is twice as effective. Just text FARMERS IN DANGER to Rage Against the Machines Tom Morello. Hell do the rest. Even though dieticians dont recommend eating right before bed, most Fucketicians do. (I am both sorry and not sorry that I wrote Fucketician.)
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