So it is with a little hesitation but much pride that I unleash my first official remix, a slight treatment of Nina Simone’s “Black is the Color of my True Love’s Hair”. It’s called Stinky Pinky’s Sister in the Struggle Remix, and I hope you like it.
Looks like Guiding Light is dipping into untested waters! For the past few months, former enemies Olivia and Natalia have been placed in situations where they had no one else to turn to but each other. Now living together (Olivia and daughter Emma needed a temporary place to stay) these two women have developed a deep friendship in a most refreshingly organic fashion. Last week at school little Emma even did a report titled “My Two Mommies”.
This past Monday, Emma presented the report to the school with Olivia and Natalia in attendance. Parents and teachers positively addressed Olivia and Natalia as a couple. Olivia caught on and at home tried explaining the assumption to an oblivious Natalia who still feigned ignorance. Olivia saw no other way to get through to Natalia’s naïveté than to lay a wet one on her!!! Let’s hope this leads to more!
There have been many times that I am alone on the train, reading the online version of Amelie Gillette’s column, The Hater and I have to cover my mouth because I am laughing so hard. The foulest mood is laid to hate-rest whenever I read the latest thing this sharp-tongued sprout deems worthy of shit bagging. I mean, this girl hates everything. I remember once she even hated on Heath Ledger’s Joker. If you read her in print, the online version is better–she lets herself go on tangents and seriously lets it rip. Lesbians all over the world are anticipating the 6th Season of the L Word like their first silicone rabbit and Gillette had this to say:
It’s the kind of show where continuity is a rarity, where diorama construction can take the place of character development, and where plots and subplots were probably pieced together by dumping a magnetic poetry kit on the ground and then vacuuming up three words at random (“Incest Carnival Memory,” “Silent Yoga Kidnapping,” “Betty Jacuzzi Cruise,” etc.).
A friend of mine declined an invitation to my house this Sunday as she needs to get an early seat at a local bar that is showing the season premiere. As Gillette says, the show has turned into Law & Order and this pretty much guarantees anticipation of a spin off.
After being broken up because Noah caught Luke kissing face with his step-grandfather Brian ( My god, I love daytime), the boys made up and had hot raunchy wild man-sex! Seeing as their scenes focused more on their pre and post-coital bliss (maybe that’s just my imagination talking) but I’m sure it was hot! I almost fell out of my chair watching the scenes of Luke and Noah coming out of the shower! Sure if you blinked you would’ve missed it but I was still tickled pink and impressed that the writers, the sponsors, and the network finally moved forward with this! Now if only they would’ve of involved the media instead of keeping a lid on it then just maybe more viewers would’ve tuned in and gave the ratings a much needed boost. Daytime Soaps are a dying genre after all…
Jeppe, aka Senior from the much missed Junior Senior put his new track “Big Boy” up on his myspace a couple of months ago. This week, the song got remixed by Ssion, (pronounced “shun” for once and for all, people!) who also happened to have one the best records of 2008. Ssion add a stronger beat, some staccato synths and just make it clubbier. Good gays, very good gays. I also wanted to post Ssion’s “Credit in the Straight World,” which I never did but is basically TPR’s anthem. Download links below.
JD got the lesbian SCOOP! Your favorite ex-member of Le Tigre has been seriously kicking out the jams lately, and this time she’s helped us discover the newest queer heart throbs, Dance Yourself to Death. Canada has always had their shit together, and the Stevie Nicks/Ex-Members stylings of this Toronto-based band is about to put actual rock ‘n ROLL back on the map. AND to top it off, they come out swinging with a slammin’ remix by JD Samson. I’m almost too happy to post this. Head over to the myspace and check out the remix and the video below.
A little while ago, this really fucked video by a band called Salem was all over the blogs. It was grainy and depicted a car pulling into a garage, the driver was about to commit suicide via the exhaust fumes and in the middle of it, a naked dancing lady appeared on the hood and just started dancing all serpent style. It was CREEPy to say the least. This quarter, that same band is in issue #25 of BUTT, and the interview only adds to the intrigue. Very outspoken about his time as a hustler (behind the IHOP in Chicago’s Boystown) and drug addict, Salem front man John Holland is almost a passive player in his band’s goth/juke combo. Don’t look for feel good anthems here, but do take their shoegaze-y cover of Bruce Springsteen’s “Street’s of Philadelphia” (yes, from the movie) as a sign that the band has something you might want. Download below.
I really try to not rain on gay parades. This radio is really, really pink after all. BUT after my initial excitement/amusement about “The Bottom Monologues” (link maybe NSFW), I found myself with a brown, shitty taste in my mouth. A project that aims to alleviate the stigma of being a bottom by collecting stories from eager-receivers seems cool, but what about our lesbian sisters? The all-male focus here is explicitly implied, and TPR is not having it. I know plenty of butches and femmes that would have plenty to say about bouncy bottoms. The whole project wants to be sex-positive, but by excluding one of the most sex-positive groups in our population, “The Bottom Monologues” falls on its ass.
Maybe you’ve heard about the guy who sent letters to 11 different gay bars in Seattle, warning them that he would be killing 55 people by putting the poison Ricin in their drinks. The fallout from this idiot’s extreme closet casing has been fear, anger and finally strength in community (TPR’s most favorite thing ever). A pub crawl called “No Drink Left Behind” was started and got many gays wasted, and now The Stranger revealed that in the crazed dick’s letter, HE QUOTED A GAY POET. An obscure one, at that. I’ll always wink at the DL suit sitting at the downtown cruising spot, but when this shit happens my panties don’t wiggle, they get uncomfortably bunchy. Come out and find the one that you love, people! I did it when I was 15, surely grown ups can figure it the fuck out.
