If you want to hear praise throughout the year from someone you’re thinking of buying a gift for (and why buy anything for anyone ever than to hear them praise both you AND the gift?), buy them a subscription to BUTT MAGAZINE. (www.buttmagazine.com) Everyone I’ve gotten a subscription for calls me up and thanks me nearly every time the new issue hits their door (and if they don’t, I cancel it early and get a refund). And the answer is “yes” to all those homosexuals who have crushes on straight guys and want nothing more than to convert their object of lust: a subscription to BUTT will flip them into gayosity. The conversion will be a bit rocky (and still involves the traditional 6-pack of beer), but your Heteromeo will come out the other side much funnier and cooler and he’ll stop bringing along his girlfriend to dinner. So, subscribe and start flipping. But you know the snag, right? Once you flip him, you’ll only discard him in disgust….because that’s just how you gays are.
Speaking of The Gays and their butts, Jop van Bennekom, BUTT MAGAZINE’s co-founder and co-publisher, came to the West Coast for nearly a month. We tried to hook up a few times during that month, but Jop was always late or lost or something. However, we finally crossed paths the night before he and his strapping, mustachioed American boyfriend blew town at the “Break-a-way” party hosted by the magazine at Akbar. And although Jop didn’t bring me a gift, he is a lovely and charming gentleman.
And look how long his arms are?
Jeremy Scott moves the party in Mouse ears.
Why can’t I pull off jaunty scarves like this?
My pal Ricardo (also in a scarf, goddammit) paints portraits of peoples’ pets. Commission him by clicking here:
www.myspace.com/tightnessleftandrightness Your pet will actually start to love you if you do.
I don’t know if it’s “live” with a short or long “i” but that’s Sean De Lear, fresh back from Austria, who used to front one of my favorite bands, Glue.
Jeremy and I practice this pose for hours in the bathroom mirror but I can’t get him to stop crushing my eyeball.
The quiet architecture of a perfect, pink, polo collar.
American Apparel donated a pile of pink underwear for party guests who wanted a fresh start.
And damn, if they didn’t bum rush the stage…
We’re planning a summer baby shower for Lucas; he’s registered at the belt buckle…
“….up the jam, pump it up, while your feet are stompin,’ and the jam is pumpin’…”
It’s inside the bar, but doesn’t it scream: “McDonald’s homo hook-up”? At least, I think they’re guys….
It might have been the bright flash from the camera, but she asked, “Are you taking pictures?”