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
Producer, writer, and activist who produced shows like All in the Family, Sanford and Son, and Maude, is awarded the 2016 Freedom of Expression Award after a screening of the new documentary Norman Lear: Just Another Version of You.More
At the main festival ground on Saturday July 23rd and Sunday July 24th at Fort Mason Center, we welcome many celebrities from Japan, including WORLD ORDER, Silent Siren, Wednesday Campanella, GARNiDELiA, Mitz Mangrove, and many more, and we will also host a variety of events, including J-POP LIVE concerts, Meet & Greet sessions, Q&A with special guests, Interactive Summit, Travel Pavilion, Ramen & Sake Summit, dance, karaoke,cosplay and'J-POP Queen' drag contests.More
The Tenderloin was set to lose another irreplaceable when the Ha-Ra Club — a low-ceilinged dive of the slummiest reputation, long fallen into neglect, but nevertheless beloved for strong pours, idiosyncratic bartenders, and a long history — was taken over by the crew who run Ace's and Dobbs Ferry.
Though Adriano Paganini's restaurant specializes in Roman-style wood-fired pizzas, you'd be remiss to skip out on its appetizers, in particular the broccolini bruschetta, a dish that may very well become your new favorite way to eat these tiny trees of the produce world.
So many bland new-wave bands have emerged so far in the '00s that they're beginning to dry up the musical credibility of the original '80s synth-pop and -rock experiments they're ostensibly inspired by. Fischerspooner is supposed to be the New Order-meets-Cirque du Soleil, even as the old New Order continues to try to be relevant. So thank goodness for bands like Out Hud, which has figured out how to make danceable rock without recycling old gimmicks. Smart musicianship aside (think fat, gooey bass lines, deep grooves, and plenty of cowbell), one of the band's greatest talents lies in its song titles: "The Song So Good They Named It Thrice," "One Life to Leave," and (the real doozy) "Dear Mr. Bush, There are over 100 words for shit and only 1 for music. Fuck You, Out Hud." Surely nothing more needs to be said.