I feel your pain. I just mortally offended a mad theatre queen of a friend who posted this on Facebook by replying, 'Had this happened on my flight, the headline would have read "Passengers, Crew Dead As Mystery Passenger Claws Hull Open In Desperate Attempt To Escape Intrusive Musical Theatre Interlude,…
OOoOooOoOOOooh - if only we hadn't already rushed back to my native US from our home in Australia to get married in Dolores Park, SF way back in '08, that first California Spring when marriage equality bloomed before the long putting-on-of-hold and courts-slugging-of-out, I'd push for this in a second.
Aaaaahhhh! The little Groucho-ish moustache! Must ... not ... boop ... laptop ... screen ...
Chris Evans switching to ... what? Wait, wait; he was supposed to retire from acting to do gay porn. MY RICH INNER WORLD SAYS SO.
Agh, as an amurkin emigre (or as I like to say, 'recovering Yank') to Oz with an unhealthy maternally-induced arachnophobia, my first run-ins with huntsmen in my house were pretty shrieky. I'd lived in rural California, so I thought 'well, tarantulas you know', but then as I tried shakily to broom-scoop a huntsman…
Whoa, time for me to get on the phone and track down Jeff Corwin (I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind).
Oh gawd/dess/es/LittleRichard, as an inhabitant of Australia I am so glad someone (Lorde) finally just stomped on Kyle Sandiland's throat on air. For those blessedly not in the know, he has made a fortune for his soulless attention-hungry self cashing in as the 'I'm just sayin what others are thinkin' bwawwwling…
Nah - tis a treasured but meaningless nickname from my youth in farmland peeA. I was escaping my home town to go to some conference and a friend was describing all the neat people I was going to meet, many of whom had odd nicknames. 'You should have one too,' she said for some reason. 'Oh,' I said cynically (having…
On the bright side, I really really can't, despite some stretches of Massachusetts making Lovecraft's writing look like nonfiction, see this bill passing. But then I've been overly-optimistic about the foul human race before.
I am with the other commenters: utterly bonkable yes!; favourite Kirk, ohhh nyet.
I grew up in a very white, very racist small US town where on average there'd be one African-American family per year that would move in, be completely frozen out, and move (repeat process annually with new family). Even the lone Jewish family was treated pretty shabbily. Now I live in Australia (2013 demographics:…
As someone who has resigned himself to being a bitter old curmudgeon (though granted, I've acted like one since I was 12), I'm right there with you. One of my first 'dear gawd I'm old' memories was when a friend began dating a younger guy who, listening to our conversation, interrupted with 'wait, those guys Ackroyd…
Or scrapple. As a fellow exile from peeA, all I can say (with a slight gag in my voice) is ... scrapple.
Sure, she's a fucking spoiled, marginally talented, upper class mean girl. But her dad was pretty rowr rowr back in the day. And by 'back in the day' I mean the early Comic Strip tv series. (/as-a-shallow-gay-man-this-is-somehow-relevant-to-me-concerning-all-this)
I don't want Camille Paglia to ever, ever again pretend to be chums with or understand gay men. This is the evil, attention-hungry slime who, after Matthew Shepard's brutal murder, wrote an essay called 'Asking For It' in which she asserted Shepard was obviously, like all gay men, trolling for straight rough trade…
As an aging wine-sodden big gay poofterhead of a guy, who has successfully navigated an agreed-upon (critical phrase, there) open relationship for mumblemumble years, watching him try to cloak his male-privilege one-sided cheato-decepti-lies in pseudo-intellectual trappings is ... humourous. Keep digging, T.
Yeah, unless Kim Gordon suddenly issues a statement saying 'wha - OH I FORGOT, yeah, dear li'l Thurston asked nicely and I agreed to an open relationship, oops, my bad', I'm siding with the Thurston's-a-dick crowd.
Eek. I'm in Sydney and about to run up the street to do some shopping. Was gonna make tacos and thus guacamole tonight. I may have to check prices carefully (as opposed to my usual 'just toss it into the shopping basket without a thought' laziness) ...