Two hot guys with hot beards...
Check out the gallery above, including the guys' (shirtless) autographs...
I stopped by Sofia's Italian Grill (42 W. 48th St.) in NYC for a special signing of the 2015 (and 2014!) New York City Firefighters Calendar by several of the dangerously hot men featured in its pages.
Shot by Battman year after year, and this time raising $$$ to help burn victims, the calendar is a great value—I got the pair for $25. For that, you get not only 12 superbuff dudes to help you get through 2015, but over 150 small photos of the calendars' previous men, going all the way back to the '90s.
Enjoy the photos above, and buy the calendar here.
Colorado's same-sex marriage ban is struck down, ruling stayed. (For now.)
A court has ruled that Douglas Gotterba, who worked for John Travolta for years and allegedly had a torrid affair with him (talk about overtime), has the right to sue over a confidentiality agreement that Travolta's team says should restrain him from speaking (or writing) publicly about any private dealings between Gotterba and Travolta.
He hasn't won...yet.
I hate confidentiality agreements, and I hate when people—especially gay people—reflexively protect powerful closet cases. Yes, yes, there are plenty of people, adults, who are gay and aren't ready to actually be gay, yadda yadda. But by making gayness so special among all other secrets so that we get more upset when it is discussed than anything else, we're just marginalizing ourselves and agreeing with anti-gay people that gayness is some kind of extremely awful piece of information.
I hope he wins and I hope he gets to write the same exact kind of dishy tome countless heterosexuals have written about their heterosexual lovers. It's his life and his story, too—that should not belong exclusively to Travolta forever and a day, and I don't think the contract I saw—regarding Gotterba's old employer, not even Travolta himself—should make that be the case.
Purple Crush's “Tastyride” video is a (vogueing) ball!
Brett Gleason's latest video is “Futile & Fooled”.
Dungy clarifies his disgusting comments re: Michael Sam/gay marriage.
Ralph Lauren designer leaves toddler in hot car while bargain-hunting.
Bek Andersen photo of nude man freaks out some in SoHo, NYC.
Anti-gay laws feed HIV spread.
Big Brother's Zankie puts on a mini Madonna performance.
I think this person likes Madonna lots, too.
Underwear-clad burglars...recognize any?
The Levonias + La Lopez invade The Pines.
When did David Tyree decide to be straight?
Ex-Mayor Bloomberg stands with Israel on flight ban.
Barcelona's Gay Circuit fest prep, captured on video.
Two dudes from behind, but it's not about their “Ends of the World”...
I spent a nice evening at the 82nd Street Barnes & Noble, attending the booksigning for the memoir I Said Yes to Everything (Blue Rider, $28.95) by Lee Grant (b. October 31, 1925)...though it did have some ups and downs.
First, getting there 20 minutes before the start time, I was nonplused to find the entire seating area filled. The crowd was older, and the event free, which made for an interesting time when it came to the things one overheard:
“Who exactly is this person?”
“She was in everything in the '60s and '70s.”
“How old is she? Eighty-eight? That's a very flattering photo on the cover.”
“What's she going to talk about? A book? What book?”
Joy Behar (b. October 7, 1942) had a ringside seat [later asking a loaded question about Grant's Broadway co-star Peter Falk (September 16, 1927—June 23, 2011)], while the rest of us just stood around like groupies. Grant was there early, off to the side, eyeballing the attendees and excusing herself silently to find a bathroom. It was cute that she looked so pleased by the big crowd.
Grant was engaged in a conversation by well-known biographer Tom Santopietro, who repeatedly joked about Grant being the star. Grant was very comfortable doing the same, cracking jokes, cursing and openly reflecting about her early career, her experience being blacklisted for a dozen years and her transition to directing mostly documentaries.
Of her experience on the blacklist, she recalled stumbling into it after doing a Broadway play with J. Edward Bromberg (December 25, 1903—December 6, 1951) and many others who'd fled the House Un-American Activities. She was asked how she felt about his death of a heart attack and said she felt he'd been hounded to his death...and that quote wound up in Red Channels.
One highlight was when she reminisced about walking down the aisle to receive her Oscar and thinking it was a big fuck you to the McCarthyites who'd tried to keep her down.
For an 88-year-old woman, she looks and acts far younger, and has not only her wits but also her wit about her.
The questions were—shocker!—really great. These things usually have at least one or two embarrassing queries, but this time, Grant fielded thoughtful questions about stage fright, making diverse projects like her Columbo episode (March 1, 1971) and the '90s gay-themed movie It's My Party (1996) and how she felt when her sitcom Fay (1975) was axed after eight episodes.
After, we lined up. I spotted the fabulous actress Barbara Barrie (b. May 23, 1931) off to the side, chatting, but she gave off a vibe of, “Don't.” So I hesitated. After I saw her sign an autograph and then receive an intro by Grant, who'd begun signing in earnest, I knew I would go for a photo. By pure luck, Barrie was with the legendary singer Barbara Cook (b. October 25, 1927) when I got over to them. I asked politely for a photo with them both. “With? Yes,” Barrie said, implicitly saying no to a posed shot of just the two of them.
“Oh, is it your birthday?” Cook asked, why I had no idea. Turns out she'd misheard something I said, but I didn't want to correct her. Barrie was amazed that Cook had guessed that just from seeing me. I felt guilty taking advantage of birthday positivity, but it was just an oops. The pic is cute.
When I got up to Grant, I told her it was nice to be able to admire her both as an actress and as a person, because so many major stars are—and then the guy behind me was snapping our photo, so I smiled. “What? So many are what?” Grant wanted to know, ignoring the camera. Click. So that's why the photo is less than ideal. But oh, well, we look engaged in conversation.
“Sorry, so many are right-wingers,” I finished. She pooh-poohed that until I clarified, delicately, that I meant so many who were making movies in the '40s and, like she was, the '50s. With that proviso, she agreed.
I was able to get her people/the store's rep to approve my getting a posed shot of Ms. Grant—and I do mean one—posed shot in-between the umpteen fans who were queued up to buy her book.
It wasn't ideal, photo-wise (though my shots of Grant and of the Barbaras turned out great!), but it was still a thrill to be able to meet an Oscar-winning, one-of-a-kind actress and director whom I truly thought I'd never get to see.
I can't wait to read her book. If you've never seen The Landlord (1970), recommended to me by my pal Gordon not so very long ago, seek it out.
UPDATE: See, it was new. A new version of “La Isla Bonita”.
In this short snippet of an interview with Diplo, there is—clearly, but minutely!—a teensy sliver of a new Madonna vocal at the :32 mark...
Olivier Lebourg, a self-described filmmaker, photographer and nerd—and it wouldn't be wrong to insert bad-boy before any of those—has just released a series of images of “Wonder Woman” in various famous Madonna poses.
Just in time for Comicon!
See if you can spot the images to which he's paying homage.
My pal Bob Deutsch has unparalleled stories of star-chasing back in the day, having asked Marilyn Monroe for her autograph as she entered MSG to sing “Happy Birthday” to Kennedy and having spent quality time with a pregnant Carol Burnett in her NYC apartment.
He went from shooting stars as a fan to shooting them professionally, and he's graciously sharing some of his hottest boys from the '60s—'80s in a series of posts starting now. Here are some pictures from his casual shoot with Parker Stevenson, of whom he says:
“He came to my apartment in the '70s—I really can't remember how I got him to do this, but he was really sweet and he did a photo shoot. A few weeks after this, I was in Hollywood and got on the set of The Hardy Boys and he introduced me to Shaun Cassidy...the rest is history!”
One more shot of the man whom Kirstie Alley claims is in possesion of a big one after the jump...
Bear model Chris Miklos dies in his sleep.
Pornstar Bruno Knight arrested for smuggling meth in his anus.
GOP-dominated appeals court guts Obamacare.
Judges who just defunded Obamacare did so over a proofreading error.
14th Century candidate Marco Rubio: Hillary is a “20th Century candidate”.
Will B & Jay-Z split without divorcing?
She calls out MSNBC for being pro-Israel, not invited back.
Ted Nugent canceled for racism and hate-mongering.
8 Republican Congress critters now support marriage equality.
What would Jesus do? Commit suicide.
Finally! Blake Lively launches lifestyle blog.
Tom Daley comes in fourth at Shanghai, no medal.
Anti-gay idiots are vehemently against heterosexuals.
My pal Dwight contributes over 30 (!) pictures from P-Town's Bear Week. They're grrr-eat!