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Monday, 06 November 2006 |
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From James Wolcott, Contributing Editor at Vanity Fair magazine
Tea for Two
There's a tender scene in John Waters' film Pecker in which a hunky
young stud, engaged in the act (nay, art) of tea bagging, explains to
his aghast parents that he's not really gay, he's what's known as
'trade'--"Guys blow me!" he explains above the din of the bar. Ah,
Baltimore.
I wonder if the toothy founder of the New Life Church and president of
the National Association of Evangelicals, the mesmerizing Ted Haggard,
fell under the spell of trade, the pagan rhythm of tea bagging beating
like a tom tom on his brow. I wonder, not because I'm prurient, but
because the mysterious currents of human nature fascinate me so. And
because it confirms my suspicion that all Republican men are privately,
passionately, exceedingly gay. According to this exciting morsel,
Haggard took part in weekly conference calls with President Bush--"he
and the president like to joke that the only thing they disagree on is
what truck to drive."
'What truck to drive'--I wonder if that is some kind of cryptic butch
gay Western lingo. It's a shame Will & Grace is no longer on the
air to provide enlightenment on such matters, leaving us to forage on
our own.
November 2, 2006, 7:48 PM |
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Saturday, 02 December 2006 |
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I am just posting this before I head out. I will be fleshing out, so to
speak, this post later. This site is supposed to be about music, art,
literature ... but I know what you really want to read about.
Sexual Consent the video.
I don't know who Dr. Ava Cadell is, but I first thought her
downloadable Sexual Consent form was a joke. But then I read
this:
Sexual Consent Form - Dr. Ava Cadell
All I can say is: Bring Back The Seventies.
Here is another article reaffirming my belief that biology trumps all. I touched much of this in my Salon.com article, The Gentlemanly Art of Spanking, some years back, but it is nice to hear from a woman, in a woman's voice.
How Feminism Ruined My Sex Life
An excerpt:
You know that stuff you’ve been reading in the girly magazines
that tell you that women like to be romanced with candlelit dinners
before you gently (gently!) make love to them by first giving them
hours of oral pleasure and then softly (oh so softly!) penetrating them
while staring lovingly into their eyes…always making absolutely sure
that they reach orgasm first?
Well, it’s all bunk.
Do you want to know what we really talked about when discussing
the best sex we ever had? We talked about our scraped knees and the
bruises on our backs where we were bitten in the throes of passion. No
one even mentioned that time you filled the bathtub full of rose petals
and blah, blah, blah. It was that time in the back seat of an old chevy
with our faces crudely pressed up against the window that got us
hot.
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Monday, 15 January 2007 |
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Discovering the writings of Corwainer Smith in the early 1970's was a
life-changing revelation. At that time, neither his one novel, Norstrilia,
nor any comprehensive compilation of his incredible short stories were
in print. For years, I would scour used bookstores in search of his
stories, finding one of his stories in this or that compilation, in
print, not in print, whatever. Needless to say, his writing had a
profound effect on me and I have striven to create worlds, in music and
art and words, as strange, as haunting, and, I hope, as full of love as
his works, amidst the weirdness. Not that I come close in that regard:
but one must aim high. Smith's stories do not grow old. Interestingly,
although he was almost unknown 25 years ago, he is regularly deemed the
most influential science fiction writer of all time now. I recommend
his books, Norstrilia and The Rediscovery of Man without hesitation.
Illustration: The Bulbous Worlds from my novel Flapping.
From 1950 to 1966, stories appeared in mainstream science fiction magazines by an author named "Cordwainer Smith". From the first to the last, these stories were acclaimed as among the most inventive and striking ever written,
and that in a field specializing in the inventive and the striking.
Their author was a very private man who did not want his real name to
be known because he did not want to be pursued by SF fans. It was only
after his death in 1966 that more than a handful of people knew that
"Cordwainer Smith" was in real life Paul M. L. Linebarger.
by James B. Jordan Copyright © 1991 Originally published in Contra Mundum No. 2 Winter 1992
Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger
Paul Linebarger was born in 1913, the grandson of a clergyman. His
father, an eccentric man, had served as a Federal District Judge in the
Philippines, but had left this post to work full time for the cause of
the Chinese republican reformer Sun Yat Sen, who became Paul's
godfather. Paul Linebarger grew up in the retinue of Sun Yat Sen, for
his father stayed with Sen during his exile in Japan and throughout his
career in China.
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Friday, 16 March 2007 |
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David Bowie sings Simon and Garfunkel's "America." "Changes" at rehearsal in 1976.
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Serendipity 
