Historically we have not always cared for our past. The pioneers, the folks who broke their backs making a path where we now comfortably walk. Pat Rocco is one of these heroes. As a filmmaker, entertainer and activist, he directed dozens of gay erotic shorts and also documented the nascent gay rights movement of the 1960s and ""
The underage sex allegations against X-Men director Bryan Singer have put the town on edge, but—illegal activities aside—it's a look at an age-old dance no one wants to talk about
The passing of another gay bar in Silver Lake inspired social media pundits to proclaim our love of watering holes is dead. They blame the very bucket that carries their witty water—the internet—with sites like Adam4Adam, Manhunt and the headless, toned torsos on Grindr. I write this without malice but merely as a statement of fact: Bullshit.
Few people in life have had as much sex as Scotty Bowers. Well, perhaps that’s an exaggeration, but it’s safe to say that no man on earth has ever had sex with more famous people than Scotty Bowers. He also remained friends with the irascible and brilliant writer Gore Vidal, a feat in itself.
“This will be a year of fresh air and daylight,” said John D’Amico upon being sworn in as West Hollywood Mayor on April 21, and on the eve of the 30th anniversary of the city, we propose a new show to Bravo about the not always sunny paths that got us here
It’s been a quarter-century since one man pulled off what would become a kind of gay men’s Woodstock, an annual hotbed of freedom that has made and broken politicians and let hundreds of thousands of men live out their dreams
"I know what I know, and I know what I know." Those are the words of Revolver co-owner Alfredo Diaz regarding Thursday's L.A. Superior Court judgement in his favor on a suit brought against him by business partner Chris Miller. "The taxes are paid, the parking tickets are mine from running a business in West Hollywood with no parking lot for two years, and the car service I charged to the company was from my home to work and back on Friday and Saturday nights. I was protecting our business and liquor license and acting responsibly."
It sneaks up on you like a coyote in a dog park—one day you are chasing a couple balls, the next you are being eviscerated. With booze it generally takes a few years. With drugs like GHB and meth, your first walk in the park could be your last.My stumble into the steam was a steady flow of chardonnay. The self-imposed grape-swig twisted a fairly nimble creative energy into something about as clever as a bag of ferrets. It was a slow stroll. My steadiness on terra firma is one of those ‘one day at a time’ things you’ve heard about.
I think it’s likely that Justin Bieber is a major asshole. I have no real clue—just an innocent observation. He is hot, (in a twink sort of way) on the cover of the new Rolling Stone. I have seen him move on the tube, and that was cool. I’m fairly certain he has style, but he is not a star. I’m also cognizant and cop to a generational gap here, yet even with a gun to my head I couldn’t name a single song of his. We are likely not far off from “Justin who?”
For as long as anyone can remember, Los Angeles has been openly bashed by pundits, writers, comics and curmudgeons. It used to be for the smog; now it’s for the Kardashians, carmageddon and the Lakers. (Alright, some shots are valid.) We take great offense when our town is taken to task for purported lack of history, significant contributions, style or beauty. Angelenos know that L.A.’s true magnificence is long and could be parsed a million different ways. For this design and architecture-focused issue, we’ve put our own twist on a must-see list: Whether designed by LGBT architects, the former home of a gay icon or simply fabulous in just the right way, here’s our list of L.A.’s inspiring gay design landmarks.
Benevolent is a grand word. I like it. It’s a word that fits ubiquitous publicist Howard Bragman to a T. In any given week he is on national television two or three times. His carefully crafted campaign to bring football player Michael Sam out of the closet was without challenge the biggest PR announcement in NFL history, all beautifully conceived and orchestrated by Bragman. Bragman’s regular gigs include an ABC network deal with perpetual appearances on Good Morning Americaand ABC World News, plus bits on MSNBC, Entertainment Tonight, Extra and CNN. He always delivers his take on celebrity crisis and controversy with a large chunk of care and kindness. He is not beyond calling an idiot to task, yet more times than not he delivers compassion in his explanation of famous foibles.
Hollywood Squares Host:Paul, in the movies, Frankenstein’s monster was always big and ugly. And he had lots of scars. What was his biggest fear? Paul Lynde:That the girls would be turned off by his big nuts! Host:Paul, according to the old song, “At night, when you’re asleep, into your tent I’ll creep.” Who am I? Paul:The Scoutmaster! It’s amazing to me that Paul Lynde has been gone for 32 years now. He was a terrific character actor and comedian, and he was my friend.
Tim Curry, one of our community's best friends, suffered a major stroke last night at home, just a few miles from where he mesmerized audiences decades earlier on the Sunset Strip as Dr. Frank-N-Furter in the RockyHorror Show. The play opened at The Roxy Theatre in 1974 and ran for nine months. Lou Adler, Elmer Valentine and David Geffen opened The Roxy in 1973, and over the years it has morphed into one of the most prestigious showcase stages on the planet. Written by Richard O'Brien, (Riff Raff in the play and movie), The Rocky Horror Show made instant stars out of Curry and Meat Loaf. It was must-see theater unlike anything that was being performed at the time at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion. Elvis was even a fan of the play, seeing the show 10 times. Paramount got wind of the phenomenon and in 1975 produced The Rocky Horror Picture Show. The movie is still playing today in art houses around the world. British born Curry is 67 and is said to be comfortable and "doing great."
It has been said that proof of greatness lies in being able to endure criticism without resentment. I’ve observed more folk ruined by praise than ever saved by criticism. Wherever one falls, it is clear beyond reason that Rodney Scott and all the cats and kittens over at L.A. Pride and Christopher Street West have concrete constitutions and stainless steel balls. For almost a decade in these pages I’ve taken the hammer to our Pride parade and festival and its pageantry, imagery, casting and execution. I have mimicked the words of friends and acquaintances in an annual sordid litany of disappointment. And year in and year out, CSW President Rodney Scott has been a champ and a sport, taking my hits to his chin with class and great aplomb. As turnabout is fair play, I want to sincerely congratulate Rodney and his entire board of directors on what is likely the very best and well-rounded selection of honorees for Pride ever. The stellar choices show great imagination and understanding of the gravitas these honors should always exhibit. The 2013 honorees are: