In my bisexual youth in the very late ‘70s, I was working in London and seeing a young woman from a very proper middle-class (read hoity-toity) family (the father worked for British Petroleum and commuted to Rotterdam, I think, on the hovercraft). We went to their home in Tunbridge Wells, a sort of tony suburb in…

I was actually going to add something about old men always bending over in the locker room for what seems like very prolonged views of their withered nether regions so I was very glad to see this cartoon and not have to.

All this shows is that the bar is set so very low that when he flatlines and isn’t totally bat-shit crazy it comes across as a triumph.

Here’s a tip: don’t stand or, worse, sit in front of the bar well. I can’t tell you how often I see some twat park his fat ass where people are trying to actually order drinks (back in the day any bartender would have swatted them backwards, but it doesn’t seem to happen any more). And what’s the deal with bars that…

Oprah has perpetuated more frauds on the American public than the Republican Party.

Oh fir god’s sake, leaf him alone, his bark is worse than his blight.

The trailer omits Zsa Zsa’s best line in the movie: “I hate dat Kveen!”

God, that sounds exactly like the earth science teacher at my high school. Every year he would take a vanload of teen boys to Florida and there was a lot of “wrestling” and sharing of sleeping bags. Finally one of his “special” boys committed suicide when the new crop made him obsolete and left a very damning note.…

I worked at an agency in London in the late ‘70s when a lot of people either didn’t have easy access to hot showers or the standards of cleanliness were different. I would always notice which (one) day of the week was “shampoo day” for the women in the office, whose hair would get progressively greasier (though their…

A bit OT, but I believe it was the 1973 Sears catalog that contained the legendary dick slip (penis extending beyond box short), which my married-at-the-time brother had to point out to everyone, leading us all to the correct conclusion that he was, in fact, gay as a picnic basket.

Netflix plot description: As an asteroid hurdles toward Earth,

God, if only. Imagine how much fun those gay bathrooms would be.

I couldn’t find the actual clip on YouTube, but this reminded me of the pilot of the old Mary Tyler Moore show, where Lou Grant asks Mary her religion and she replies “You’re not supposed to ask that” (very progressive for 1970) and so he asks if she’s married (and at 30 she’s still single) and she replies…

• Michael Fassbender is currently fassbending Marion Cotillard.

Excellent!

Those scat stories about Dave Matthews have been following him around since the ‘90s so maybe there’s something to it. Cuz usually, where there’s smoke, there’s...poop!

I'm saying there's a credible way to portray being gay in San Francisco and the city itself, and I don't believe these characters for a second, as gay men in general or as residents of SF.

Thank god. As a gay man who has lived in San Francisco for decades, it was fucking painful to see these idiots getting everything wrong. It's like they were starter gays trying on a lifestyle because they'd bought a Groupon for it.

I haven't heard anything so loaded since Mayella Ewell asked Tom Robinson to come into her yard and bust up a chifforobe.

Maybe your husband could give me a call, since a "top oncologist" should be able to address my nausea.