By Jeff Walsh
I was interested to see the wildly-popular revival of Hair on Broadway because I think the gay and hippie movements are intertwined, as both really got started in the late 60s. While the history of the gay rights movement links the Stonewall Riots to the death of Judy Garland, as they happened during the week of her funeral, to me it's always seemed like the culture was already shifting sexually, spiritually and culturally in ways that demanded that homosexuality express itself more naturally.
In the 40-odd years that have passed since Hair first played Broadway, hippies have become a bit of a cultural joke, but a lot of their legacy is still with us: the sexual revolution (including LGBT acceptance), health food, drug culture, expanding consciousness in other ways such as eastern religions, and of course, the music.
So, it is interesting to see Hair through that lens in its current revival, as a snapshot of a huge cultural shift. Of course, if you could care less about any of that, you'd still be in luck, since it's just a fun time capsule of a show brought expertly to life with an exuberant young cast.
The Tudors: The Complete Third Season - starring Jonathan Rhys Meyers, as a young King Henry VIII, is now available for the first time on DVD this Tuesday, December 15th from Showtime and Paramount Home Entertainment. Set includes every sexy, scandalous episode PLUS royal DVD exclusives you can’t see anywhere else.
By Jeff Walsh
When I put "Newcastle" on, I figured the worst case scenario would be seeing hot surfer guys with not much else going on. And that's exactly what happened.
I don't want to give this much of a review, because this is one of those bait-and-switch gay movies, where it's marketed to gay audiences, on a gay DVD label, there's a bunch of hot guys on the cover, and… nothing much gay happens. If you mistimed a bathroom break, you'd miss the closest thing to a gay scene. And the gay scene there is seems to opt for a much different perspective than the well-lit, prolonged scenes given to the heterosexual sex scenes.
Sure, there's a lot of amazingly hot guys, many of whom run around and swim naked. But, really it isn't enough.
Mrs. Jokla kept me after class to talk about my
Anyone from South Africa?
I'm pretty new at the entire blog scene... I'm guessing it sorta works like an online journal... rants, secrets, all that jazz go in here or something right?
Well... I have nothing much to say at the moment... since we've been hit with a huge snow storm and have been snowed in since Monday... we've been off since last Friday and so on and so forth... hopefully we get of Friday as well... I'm sorta sitting on a raft in the middle of nowhere (in my mind) right now, so.... until next time
Nothing will change that much as far as what I do here, except all of my diary entries and such will now be on my personal site.
I've fallen in love with Tom of Finland. Lads, chech him out, he's a very dirty bit of gay history.
Hehe....My crush and me are going out now. Rachael is my best friend and now she's my girlfriend, too. But she's dating Josh and Daniel, too. Daniel knows about me, but Josh doesn't know about either of us. Lol...
I wrote James a letter. I really regret breaking up with him back at Christmas. :( I think I fell in love with him over then, but didn't realize it. But he's going out with Stacy, my ex-best friend.
I need a man. I need someone to be romantically involved with. At school everyday I see these guys that I think are gay/bi and I wish that they would just come out of the freaking closet. Then I remind myself that I, too, am in the closet. I want to come out to my school so badly, but I don't know how long I'll be able to carry the burden of being the only "out" person there. I was giving blood at my school's biannual blood drive and I sat next to a friend whom I see rarely anymore and she asks if there are any girls in my life. I wanted to tell her that I was gay because I knew she would be okay with it, but I was worrying about everyone around me freaking out, or worse yet, the nurses ripping the IV out of my arm and accusing me of having AIDS.