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
With neighborhood institutions like the 21 Club closing to make way for yuppie cocktail bars, Brown Jug remains an oasis — and one that takes full advantage of the state's operating hours window, 6 a.m. to 2 a.m. daily.
On Twin Cinema,the pop-tastic songs of Carl Newman and company wrap themselves around you in ways that are stranger and more uninhibited than ever. Sure, you might want to pump your fists to the more muscular indie gems (and you can, brothers and sisters, you most certainly can), but there is more here than just glorious power-pop -- let's call it ... art. Twin Cinema is not the Pornographers' experimental record, it's just that the songs on it change from surreal to celebratory within seconds, guitar tones are distorted and bent and generally freaked way the hell out. Oh yeah, and the lyrics are largely indecipherable (though the choruses seem to be about victory and joy). But let me not mislead: Everything that made the group good in the first place -- Who-like force, huge harmonies, braniac melodies -- remains intact, only now these traits are used to champion the voice of the muddled, confused masses; double-entendres, alliterative lyrics, and songs about dislocation play to the kind of person who takes "two sips from the cup of human kindness and I'm shitfaced." The three songs here penned by Dan Bejar (he of Destroyer) are among the band's finest. Try listening to "Jackie, Dressed in Cobras" or "Streets of Fire" and not going spastic over how well the musicians give life to Bejar's surreal poetry. These songs generate enough energy to power a fleet of Hybrids cross-country. Twice.