‘Queen’ is the first single taken from Perfume’s upcoming album Too Bright. To be released September 22.
Jessie Colter is a gay pornographic actor who was vacationing at a Kentucky water park when a police officer approached him and told him to leave the premises or face arrest.
What was his crime? Wearing a speedo! The very same speedo he’s showing off in the photo above. Apparently the park reserves the right to evict anyone they deem is dressed inappropriately.
A representative for the park issued a statement that said, “Kentucky Kingdom is a family-friendly theme park and reserves the right to determine whether a guest’s attire is appropriate.”
Okay America, here’s the thing. In Europe, Brazil and even here in Canada, men, both gay and straight, wear speedos at the beach, all of the time!!! And guess what, there are children EVERYWHERE!
We teach kids that there is nothing wrong or shameful about the human body and that there is a difference between being sexy and sexual!
You know what’s offensive and shameful to me? Guys who go to the beach wearing board shorts all the way down to their ankles because they are so afraid of their own sexuality and — oh no! — being mistaken as gay!
I’ve spent enough time on Italian beaches to say that ALL MEN dress in speedos, it’s completely natural and expected that they feel comfortable on a hot beach in the blistering sun.
Here in Toronto I go to the beach all the time and again, it’s perfectly normal to see men wearing speedos. If women can wear bikinis, why can’t men?
I’m consistently flummoxed by America’s puritanical values when it comes to the human body. What the hell is so wrong with wearing a damn speedo!?
The person who complained about Jessie was probably a straight man who couldn’t handle the fact that he was getting a boner watching a dude swim in his bathing suit. Then, of course, he hides behind the THINK OF THE CHILDREN bullshit excuse.
Yes, let’s teach our children to react hysterically to non-issues.
Isn’t that always the way?
Last night I watched a 2000 queer film on Netflix called Presque rien (the North American title is Come Undone). It’s a French-Belgian romantic drama about 18-year-old Mathieu who over the course of his summer holiday falls in love with Cedric, a working-class boy his own age.
I had never heard of this film before, and I was immediately taken with its narrative. Unlike most Hollywood films it doesn’t try to explain every minute detail for the audience. Instead it allows questions to go unanswered, conflicts unresolved. Kind of like real life!
Mathieu is taking a summer holiday in remote region of France with his grief-stricken mother, angst-ridden teenage sister and a slightly older family friend when he meets Cedric on the beach one afternoon. The two quickly fall in love and become boyfriends.
The film weaves in-between their torrid love-affair and the events 18 months later when they break-up. We never know why their relationship ends, but it’s clear that it was devastating enough for Mathieu to attempt suicide.
Rather than a chronologically ordered narrative, the movie switches between the summer (love-affair) and the winter (break-up) plotlines, depicting the differences in Mathieu’s life in both periods.
If you’re gay, I can’t recommend this movie enough, it personally struck a chord with me. Selfishly I began to think a lot about my own life, the idea of loneliness and how it can affect a person’s choices.
Like Mattieu I never really CAME OUT, I discovered myself, and then stopped lying about who I was. When I was 21-years-old I entered into a long-term relationship and upon reflection I can’t believe how committed I was to my boyfriend, how deeply in love I was, so much that I was completely, helpelessly devoted to him.
Unlike most gay guys in their twenties I never experienced that “slutty” phase. I can count on one had the number of sexual partners I’ve had in my life. In retrospect I can safely say that promiscuity was never anything that interested me. I was in love, happy to nest, even if it was at an age when most people were with a different man each weekend. Somehow their lives never influenced me. I was just really happy to have found such a loving person. My life was extremely comfortable.
In my teens I never had that one great love affair, though I did date, I found most of the boys immature, they didn’t know how to be men. And that’s what I preferred — a man.
I’ve never lived alone in my life. Which when I think about it, says a lot about me doesn’t it? I’ve always been with someone, whether it be a lover or a friend. When I say that out loud, I can’t believe that I have never lived alone — okay, briefly at times. But I didn’t like it.
For a year I lived in Argentina, probably the loneliest time of my life. Every morning, afternoon, evening and almost every weekend I was alone. Of course I tried to keep my days busy with work, walks and sight-seeing, but the majority of my time in Buenos Aires was spent by myself. Yes I was lonely at times. For a while I even forgot how to express my opinions because I had been such a recluse. The deafening sound of silence influenced my habits, even altered my personality.
But Argentina was also a wonderful time to reflect on the life that I had lived and was currently living. I thought about my relationships, both platonic and romantic, how they had served me well, and sometimes not so well and then made a plan on how I would go forward.
For me, getting away from my life in Canada saved me. I recommend it for everyone. We should all be able at some point, to remove ourselves from the routine of our lives and allow for self-analysis. We have to ask ourselves questions like, “Is this the life I really want?”
As I watched Mattieu struggle with his future last night I envied him. At least he was getting this all out of his system at 20. Sure he had gone through a terrible break-up, had no money, nowhere to live, was struggling in school, but hopefully all the hardship paved a path to self-discovery.
I didn’t start going through this crisis until I was in my early thirties, not the most ideal time. I fully appreciate that these moments hit each of us a different stages in our lives, but I felt, for a brief moment, that perhaps my twenties would have been best served if I had been single. Relationships bind us, they are burdened with sacrifices and compromises, ones you never thought you would have to make when you were younger — your life becomes the other person, through and through.
And for a while, if I’m honest with you, I resented that. But then there’s the positive side to all of this. If I was able to would I erase my past and start over? The answer to this is a resounding NO. At 21 I found myself in a love-affair of a different kind. Sure it wasn’t as passionate as the one I wished for, but it was responsible. That sounds funny and so unromantic doesn’t it? Well, I learned a lot about myself in those years through the help of my partner. And we shared so many lovely moments, travelled the world together and loved deeply — sometimes too deeply. There were times that I felt that I was suffocating.
Suffocating from too much love is probably the best way to die.
After I wrote an article last year critical of weddings there were those who believed that I would never be invited to another one again.
I wished! Fortunately, those who understood what I wrote, and didn’t read what they wanted to, have invited me to their weddings.
In fact, I’ve attended two nuptials since my Globe piece and guess what? I don’t have any complaints because the couples were actually considerate of their guests and didn’t make outlandish demands on them.
True to form I did manage to offend a few people when I casually mentioned that one of the guys at my table could possibly be gay. Turns out people weren’t so cool with me making this assumption.
In all honesty I was on my best behaviour, but somehow, even when I’m trying to be good, I end up offending someone.
Life. Well, my life.
I’m including this video of a mass wedding at Toronto World Pride two weeks ago because it’s cool.
I’m obsessed with taking selfies. It’s gonna pass, I feel it. I’m trying to find a nice Gravatar photograph to include at the top of my blog but I’m not satisfied with any of them so far. I can’t seem to make the images clear after I upload them through the program thingy. This is how little I know about computers.
In other news I spend too much time with my dog, Maude. I guess that’s because I don’t have a job. Might as well soak it up while I can. Today on our walk she tried to eat a piece of broken glass. Yeah, I could hear it snap in her mouth. What the hell is wrong with her?
Anyway, this post is really just an excuse to post this photograph of myself.
I’m so old it’s pathetic. Really, I behave like a senior citizen. I watched a movie in the early evening and passed out in bed by 9.
I watched Freier Fall, a German film about Marc, a closeted police officer, who falls in love with his colleague, Kay.
Problem is that Marc is married with a baby on the way. He and his wife recently moved into a house close to his parents while they await the arrival of their first child.
This was an erotic yet sad film. Marc has been in deep denial about his sexuality his whole life,that when free-spirited Kay arrives, his life will never be the same. Kay has a tremendous impact on Marc’s life, and the lives of his family members.
Eventually Marc’s double life takes a psychological toll, the consequences of his actions are devastating. It goes to show that in matters like these no one is to blame. Life unfolds in ways that are completely unexpected to those involved, even when we live in a society that wants to accuse and blame those who want to escape the boundaries inflicted on them.
The film ends on an ambiguous note, so much that I hope for a sequel. I enjoyed the characters a lot, the three leads were strong actors that I want to know what came of the people they played.
Anyway, see if on Netflix if you want. And that’s all I have to say about it!