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
In a perfect world, side projects would be judged independent of project-projects. But this ain't a perfect world, so Spencer Krug's Sunset Rubdown is just going to have to deal with living in the shadow of his main gig, Wolf Parade. Luckily, Shut Up I am Dreaming is most certainly a shadow-dweller, sounding more like one man wrestling with his demons in a basement than four dudes playfully batting theirs about in a rumpus room. The barely contained ebullience of last year's sensational Apologies to the Queen Mary is here replaced by bleaker fare: "My heart's in my chest, you snake/ You can have the rest, you snake." Yup, Krug's been having trouble with the ladies, and many of these songs reflect this despair: The organ-driven "Swimming" stumbles like a drunk spewing invectives at no one in particular; the minimalist "I'm Sorry I Sang on Your Hands That Have Been in the Grave," lopes along like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. "Snakes Got a Let III" and "Stadiums and Shrines II" hint at the delectably warped melodies Krug makes with his other band, but they fall short of anything truly memorable. The lone standout is "Us Ones in Between," a piano-driven dirge that even features a children's choir. Sings Krug, "I saw the sun go down outside of Arkansas/ I saw the sun come up, somewhere in Illinois/ And in the darkness/ I taught myself to hate/ But where were you, oh where were you, and where'd the fucking sun go." Whoever and wherever you are, please come back before Wolf Parade re-enters the studio.