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
If you're like us, and you appreciate the slap-happy singles style of Tony Gwynn to the deep-ball threat of Barry Bonds, then the shuffleboard table at Fly Bar on Larkin and Sutter is definitely your speed.
While it may seem like a stretch, the Robot Ate Me has made a charming concept album about racism, genocide, and a Jesus/Hitler fuck session. The San Diego trio's second release is actually a two-disc affair: the aforementioned concept LP, made to sound like a World War I radio broadcast heard from the safety of a bomb shelter, and a more straightforward collection of wistful indie rock songs, full of picnics, vacations, and apricot teas. The reason that leader Ryland Bouchard can get away with singing about African butcherings and Christian murder marathons is that he delivers his acidic lyrics in a lovely, bruised croon, matching them with a beguiling mix of old jazz samples, junk-pile percussion, and delicate violin. The results resemble a lo-fi version of (The Real) Tuesday Weld, without the arched eyebrow and literary pretensions. Impressive stuff.