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
Coffee loyalty runs deep in San Francisco, and if asked to come up with a choice between Sightglass, Four Barrel, Ritual, or Blue Bottle, we might hiss and run away, flaring our frilled neck like a frightened Aussie lizard.
We present to you a contradiction. You sit in a luxurious setting with a stunning view. People bring you wine and food. On a big screen you watch a man in a prison a prison thats so close you can see it out the window. The man is attempting an escape that no ones ever accomplished. Even if he makes it out, hell have a long, cold swim in the bay that might kill him. Is this an übersadistic reality TV show? Is Donald Trump poised to fire the guards if they cant stop the escape? No. Its Wind Down with Wine and a Movie in the lounge atop a landmark San Francisco hotel. Tonights wines are from Brancott Estate (New Zealand) and Ravenswood (Sonoma County). And the film is Escape from Alcatraz (1979), in which Clint Eastwood plays Frank Morris, one of the only inmates believed to have successfully broken out of the island facility. (He was never found dead or alive after the escape.) Tonights screening closes out a season of films shot in San Francisco a season we hope returns next year. Other offerings have included Bullitt, Dirty Harry, and Vertigo. Watching these gems, its hard to believe San Francisco was anything but the badass beautiful hip groovy intriguing edgy center of the universe where the good guys always won, the clothes were always cool, and certain cars went really really (and we mean really) fast.
Tue., Sept. 6, 5:30 p.m., 2011