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
We were recently surprised to learn that, while print and e-book publishing lan- guishes, audiobooks do better and better with every passing year. (Downloads in 2015 were up 38 percent over 2014.) We like to imagine that it’s the allure of the well-trained dramaturge that makes emotional connections while leaving some- thing to the listener’s imagination — not background noise for long commutes. In such a case, there can be no finer pleasure than a staged reading by longtime favorites Word for Word, a company that has brought countless short stories from page to stage, including “Sonny’s Blues” by James Baldwin, “The Fall River Axe Murders” by Angela Carter, “Berenice” by Edgar Allan Poe, and “The Bunch- grass Edge of the World” by Annie Proulx. During “Off the Page,” devotees help the company massage prose into parts, and sometimes, as was the case with Al- ice Munro’s work, choose the next story for production. Tonight, the actors ap- proach short fiction from Jamie Quatro’s highly lauded IWanttoShowYou More, which explores faith, (in)fidelity, and family along the border between Georgia and Tennessee.More
A storytelling night with Carnie Asada, Profundity, Coco Buttah, Mahlae Balenciaga, Greg der Ananian, and Fauxnique, celebrates Shark Week with accounts of dangerous, deadly, and treacherous creatures.More
Be there when Cara Black discusses her new book: Murder on the Quai. Aimee Leduc is in her first year of college at Paris's preeminent medical school. But Aimee's world is crumbling: her boyfriend is leaving her, her father leaves for Berlin for a mysterious errand and asks Aimee to look after his detective agency. She begins to investigate a murder. A book sale by the Friends of the San Francisco Public Library follows the event.More
When the San Francisco Arts Commission wanted someone to dress up City Hall for the building's 100th anniversary last year, and become the structure's first artist-in-residence, it took a leap of faith by choosing Jeremy Fish.
In 1988, Brian Boitano was an unlikely cold warrior in a sequined shirt, dispatching Iron Curtain figure skaters (and, for that matter, Canadians) en route to a gold medal. Now the San Francisco skater has become the unlikely host of a cooking show, and the Food Network today kicked off a publicity campaign. Disbelieving viewers will watch, open-mouthed, as the lithe skater hosts fabulous get-togethers in his San Francisco home and shares his recipes for dishes such as bourbon bacon apple tarts or crab and avocado crostini.
Sadly, said recipes won't be prepared on ice, and Scott Hamilton won't be there to shout "ohhhhhh!" in his high-pitched voice during a gastronomic mishap ("He's got to flip the burger here, he's got to land this, it's crucial ... Ohhhhhhhh! There goes the silver ... er, silverware.")
If the Food Network is looking for programming to run against the Super Bowl -- well, look no further. But the search for a cooking show that would actually play in a sports bar continues. And continue it will until some enterprising network makes the obvious choice and gives us ... Chef Rickey Henderson! Wouldn't you tune in to hear instruction such as this:
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"Hey there, welcome to Rickey'sCooking with Rickey starring Chef Rickey. I'm Rickey Henderson. Now, lots of you may be wondering, 'Rickey, you hit more leadoff homers than anyone, stole more bases than anyone -- what are your thoughts on jambalaya?' Well, Rickey has given this matter plenty of thought. And Rickey is in favor of it!
Today Rickey is going to be making Rickey's Jambalaya Surprise -- the surprise being that this is the recipe the Oakland A's gave Rickey in return for Rickey agreeing to cash those millions of dollars worth of checks I'd framed. They looked good on that wall -- but I think you'll agree we're all million-dollar winners with Rickey's Jambalaya Surprise.
First, Rickey browns his chicken in hot veggie oil over medium heat. When you're done, take it off and drain it out -- too much oil reminds Rickey of Billy Martin's hair. Rickey didn't like Billy; Billy used to throw bottles around and tell off-color anecdotes about the Copacabana Club. Man, Rickey didn't care who Billy punched out in 1959. That's, like, 100 years ago!
Mix in your bell peppers, onions, garlic, and rice and simmer over low heat. Stir often -- remember, Rickey didn't get to be stolen base king without stirring it up! Then add your special seasonings -- my intern, Luis Polonia, will tell you what they are in a minute -- your water, and chicken. Rickey says boil that sucker and then let it sit for 25 minutes while we watch this Rickey Henderson highlight video. Whoo! That Rickey can fly!
Now we add in Walt Weiss -- that's what I call the shrimp -- and cook it for five more minutes. Tuck in and bring your hungry, folks -- Rickey don't like when Rickey finds Rickey's food on people's plates.
Thanks for tuning in folks! Until I attempt an ill-advised comeback at age 50, this is Chef Rickey Henderson signing off. If you see Jose Canseco, tell him Rickey does count Rickey's fine cutlery, and Rickey don't appreciate that kind of stealing one bit."
Joe Eskenazi was born in San Francisco, raised in the Bay Area, and attended U.C. Berkeley. He never left.
"Your humble narrator" was a staff writer and columnist for SF Weekly from 2007 to 2015.
He resides in the Excelsior with his wife, 4.3 miles from his birthplace and 5,474 from hers.