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 problem with a lot of electronic music is that it either takes itself too seriously or not seriously enough. Psapp offers the perfect solution (if also a less than perfect name): Do both. On the duo's debut CD, German producer Carim Clasmann sprinkles knickknacky sound effects, plucky violin, and whizzing bleeps over warm, elastic beats, for a euphoric sound that's like a toy closet come to life. At the same time, British chanteuse Galia Durant sings of heartbreak and disappointment with a drowsy, detached resignation. In "Curuncula" she purrs, "We have only ourselves to blame" over and over, as if trying to convince herself; in "Leaving in Coffins" she murmurs, "You go, go, and you don't come back" with heavy-hearted compliance. Such lyrics, if set within the usual trip-hop soundscapes, could sound maudlin or pretentious, but wrapped in Clasmann's whimsical music, they're soulful and bittersweet. Like a giddier Múm, a warmer Ms. John Soda, a twee-er Portishead, Psapp makes music for adults -- with a childlike glee.