Germany Now Has A Third Gender But Trans People Aren’t Happy; Max Bemis Is Bi-ish; Glenn Close Didn’t Think Albert Nobbs Was Trans;

Germany Now Has A Third Gender But Trans People Aren’t Happy

This is interesting, but it’s complicated, too. Apparently, Germany has added a third gender option to official documents.

The new option will be called ‘divers’ which translates to miscellaneous in English. The German government will make the new gender option available to intersex people. Until now intersex people were forced to register themselves as ‘no gender’.

Here’s the entire piece. Trans people are saying it does nothing for them with the obstacles they face.

Max Bemis Is Bi-ish

Max Bemis is the lead singer for the band Say Anything, and he just wrote a 9 page letter to fans about how he identifies.

In the missive, Bemis opens up about his mental health struggles and his sexuality, which he describes as “bi-ish or queer or a straight guy who can also like boys.”

Here’s more. There’s an interesting discussion on the comment thread with this one. 

Glenn Close Didn’t Think Albert Nobbs Was Trans

I’d forgotten that Glenn Close played a man once in Albert Nobbs. But Close doesn’t think she played a trans man. She could be right about that and I might have misinterpreted the movie. I did see Albert Nobbs and I loved it, but there is artistic room for doubt. It’s a 19th Century period film and there tends to be more gray areas with these films for obvious reasons. The word transgender wasn’t even used until sometime around 1966.

And now even Glenn Close is speaking up on the topic of finding more jobs for trans actors.

Glenn Close, who was once nominated for an Oscar for playing a man, has said that Hollywood needs to start casting transgender actors.

It goes into more detail, here.  Close also talks about how she interpreted Albert Nobbs.

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FREE Gay Book Excerpt: Pretty Man by Ryan Field

FREE Gay Book Excerpt: Pretty Man by Ryan Field 

This book was just re-released by Riverdale Avenue Books, and just in time for the Broadway play Pretty Woman. However, this is the gay erotic romance version, with all the parody, and even more erotic romance than usual. At the time I wrote it that way, as a parody, on purpose. I’ve toned down my other books little since this was written, but frankly I think this book works better with more sex than less. And that’s not always the case. If you read my posts regularly you’ll see that most of the story lines I’ve done in the past two years or so have been more PG rated romances. But this one was different for some reason. It was also written in 2008 and we decided not to update certain things. We wanted to keep the time frame authentic.

Here’s the Amazon Link.  It’s always been one of those books that people either loved or hated. And that’s fine. There’s a lot of sex in this book (but not in the excerpt below) and not everyone likes sex.

Chapter Four
It took Roland more than an hour to get dressed for the dinner. He spent an inordinate amount of time fussing in the bathroom with his short brown hair. It was thick and wiry, and the little turned-up wave above his forehead wasn’t easy to manage. He took time to apply a light bronzer (from his own company) to hide any signs of aging. He sighed when he buttoned the trousers of his black formal: They were about two inches too loose now. He hadn’t worn them in more than a year and forgot about the weight he lost since his break-up with Kenneth. Thankfully, the black jacket still fit perfectly.
Josh lay in bed watching a ballgame on TV until ten minutes before they had to leave. Then he got up, ran his fingers through his hair a few times, and put on the new black Versace Russell had left hanging in the kitchen. Roland’s eyebrows went up as he watched all this from a mirror in the bathroom. The pants went up over Josh’s hairy muscular legs perfectly, and the shirt hugged his V-shaped torso as though it had been sewn to his body. He made it all seem effortless: just button the shirt and zip the pants. He didn’t even use a mirror to knot his black tie. In less than five minutes, Josh stood in the bathroom doorway with his hands in his pants pockets as if he’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine, asking Roland if he was ready.
Roland turned to face him. “Damn,” Josh said. “You look really good.” His blue eyes scanned Roland’s body. “I’m not just saying that. You really look fantastic.”
Roland thought his face looked a little puffy and was worried that the wave above his forehead was too spiky. But his biggest concern was that he might be mistaken for Josh’s father rather than his date. “Thank you,” Roland said. “You look good, too.” In fact, Josh looked so good Roland felt the urge to unzip his pants and suck him off right there on the bathroom floor.
“Where are we going tonight?” Josh asked. He leaned into the doorjamb, kicking the marble tile with the tip of his shoe.
“A place called The Park Side,” Roland said, taking one last look in the mirror to make sure he hadn’t applied too much bronzer. “C’mon. I’ll race you downstairs.”
Russell stood in the street next to the car as Josh and Roland came outside. He had his signature somber expression on his face: that puckered, pinched look that implied he might have been weaned on a sour pickle. His gray eyes sparkled when he saw Roland jogging happily down the front steps and smiled for the first time since Josh had been there. “It’s so good to see you going out, Roland,” Russell said. “It’s good to have you back to normal and home again where you belong.” He shot a quick looked at Josh, who was brushing a small piece of lint from the back of Roland’s jacket.
Roland patted the old man on the back. “It’s good to be home, Russell.”
Josh rushed out on the street, stepped in front of Russell, and opened the car door for Roland. Russell stepped back and rubbed his jaw a few times, seemingly surprised by Josh’s chivalry.
Roland fumbled with the ignition a few times before he started the Bentley’s engine. He looked sheepishly at Josh. “I’m not familiar with this car,” he explained. “I’ve only driven it twice.”
He looked up at Russell. “Where are the lights again?”
Josh’s eyes widened and he checked to be sure his seatbelt was fastened. “Got it,” Roland said, and slipped the Bentley into gear. He hit the gas pedal so hard Josh’s head hit the back of the seat. The tires screeched and a man walking down the street jumped up on someone’s front steps. Roland smiled, but he also leaned forward over the steering wheel. He gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. When they came to a stop sign at the end of the street, his foot hit the brake pedal with too much force. Josh reached out and pressed his palms against the dashboard.
Dude,” Josh said, “When was the last time you drove a car?”
“Don’t worry,” Roland said, “I’m a great driver. I learned everything I know from Russell.”
“I was afraid of that,” Josh said, remembering their shopping trip.
Roland stepped on the gas and pulled out onto the avenue with another loud screech. “This place is on the Upper West Side. I think we’ll go through the park instead of taking the Henry Hudson. It’s more scenic.”
The men traveled through the city at top speed. Josh held the seat and pressed his feet to the floor. Unlike Russell, who tended to keep a constant pace when he drove, Roland had a habit of repeatedly stepping on the gas pedal and then releasing it so it felt like the car was jerking forward all the time. He also had a tendency to lean to the left side of the road, which made approaching cars swerve to the right. When people walking saw him approach, they jumped back and hid behind parked cars. Roland weaved in and out of lanes, came close to side-swiping buses, and hit every pothole and manhole cover between the West Village and the Upper West Side. When they crossed through the park and rounded a curve, he drove so fast the back end of the car fishtailed. By the time they reached Central Park West, Josh’s eyes were closed and he was holding the door handle with both hands.
Park Side did not have a park-side setting at all. There were no trees or benches or duck ponds, and there wasn’t a blade of grass to be found. The entire place was a tribute to concrete. It was actually just an old parking garage that had been converted into a large, upscale restaurant. When Roland pulled up to the valet, Josh asked, “Are you sure this is the right place?” He took a deep breath and smoothed out his slacks.
“I’m sure,” Roland said. It’s not The Plaza, but I think you’ll like it.”
Though Roland had traveled the world for many internationally known charities, his true passion remained with the Ashley Foundation. It didn’t have the celebrity appeal that made headlines all the time, and it didn’t attract heavy publicity-seekers; but Roland helped start the organization more than 20 years earlier, back in the days when very few people were willing to acknowledge or help men and women with HIV/AIDS. Over the years, Roland had prepared food in hot kitchens, organized free counseling, devoted his time to fundraisers and donated a great deal of his own money.
The most recent project, one that almost consumed him, was to make sure men and women with HIV/AIDS had access to anti retro-viral drugs. Without insurance, the cost of these drugs could run well over $3,000 a month. Back in the early days, the Foundation provided assistance and improved the quality of life for those dying AIDS victims. But the organization had evolved, and now also focused on helping people stay alive with the proper medications.
The interior of Park Side was as stark as the exterior. Concrete walls were layered into sections, dividing bar areas from eating areas and banquet rooms from dancing rooms. The floors were solid concrete. Roland led Josh through the dimly lit main space and up two flights of concrete stairs, where a sign outside a double door read, “The Ashley Foundation.”
People flocked to Roland the moment he stepped inside the room. He took a deep breath and smiled, feeling shaky. He hadn’t been to any events since he and Kenneth broke up. Josh stepped aside while the men shook Roland’s hand and patted him on the back. Women in designer dresses kissed him on the cheek and told him how wonderful it was to see him again. Roland smiled awkwardly, repeatedly looking at Josh and shrugging his shoulders. Josh smiled and waved, and Roland reached out for his hand and pulled him closer. He didn’t want to be alone. Roland was about to introduce Josh to the new treasurer of the foundation when a deep, loud voice shouted from behind: “Doll, there you are.”
Kenneth grabbed Roland from behind and hugged him. He turned his back to Josh and said, “I was worried you wouldn’t show up tonight, Doll.” He was chewing gum because he wasn’t allowed to smoke at the gala. His black hair was puffier than usual, and he’d had his eyebrows tweezed and shaped into thin, high arches. His new lover stood silently off to the side, sipping a martini. His tuxedo had that rented look— wrinkled and too long in the sleeves—and his hair was long and shaggy.
“I wouldn’t miss anything for this foundation,” Roland said, nodding to Kenneth’s lover. The lover didn’t look very intelligent up close. He had a scruffy, sexy appeal (probably a big dick, too), but it was the kind of appeal you might settle for at the end of the night when there was no one better in the bar. Roland clenched his teeth, wondering yet again what Kenneth saw in him.
Josh smiled and tapped Kenneth on the back. “It’s nice to see you again.” He wasn’t going to be ignored completely.
Kenneth turned his head and looked into Josh’s eyes. “Do I know you?” It was a bitchy thing to say: When you met a guy like Josh, you didn’t forget him.
Roland sighed. “This is Josh,” he said. “You met him the other night while we were walking down Bleecker Street.” He knew Kenneth well enough to know when he was faking. His voice took on a sing-song tone, and he became more outrageously affected than usual.
“That’s right. How could I forget?” No sooner had the words left his lips than Kenneth turned his back on Josh again and put his arm through Roland’s. “Come with me,” he said. “There is someone who is dying to see you on the other side of the room.”
Roland looked quickly at Josh. “Go on,” Josh said, smiling. “I’m fine. I’ll get a drink and wait here near the table. Can I get you anything?”
“A very large martini,” Roland said over his shoulder as Kenneth dragged him across the room.
The two couples were seated at the same table. Whenever Josh opened his mouth to speak, Kenneth interrupted. If Josh came within an inch of Roland, Kenneth was there to sweep Roland away to another corner of the room. Marty, Kenneth’s new lover, just sat at the table looking at his watch and downing one martini after another. Josh tried to be friendly and get to know him better, but the guy only answered with shrugs and grunts.
The food was bland, the room too noisy, and the chairs too small for a man as large as Josh. The only person Josh knew besides Roland was an older man who had hired Josh for a massage with a happy ending a year earlier. He followed Josh to the bathroom and handed him a business card. “My back has been acting up lately,” he said. Josh smiled and put the card in his pocket.
The highlight of the night was when Roland stood and gave a small speech. He was the last one left from the original group that had started the Foundation. He was the only one who hadn’t been HIV positive; the others were all gone now. He took a deep breath and sighed, remembering all the people he had lost over the years. The entire room went silent. People sat up straight and stared at him with shimmering eyes. A man sitting across from Josh turned to his wife and whispered, “He could run for President. He reminds me of John F. Kennedy.” The wife responded, “But much better-looking.”
Josh stared at the way Roland moved his hands and the way his eyes looked out over the crowd so effortlessly. He spoke with passion about his goals for the Ashley Foundation, and thanked everyone who supported it over the years. Just before the end of the speech, Roland looked over and winked in Josh’s direction. He may have been smiling at the crowd when they stood to give him a standing ovation, but the only thing he was thinking about was Josh’s dick.
After the final speaker of the night, a little before midnight, Roland leaned into Josh.
“Let’s go,” he hissed.
Kenneth saw them stand and got up from his chair. “You’re not leaving now, are you, Doll?” His throaty voice was slurred; he’d been sucking down martinis all night. He tried to come around to the other side of the table, but his big feet got tangled in the chair. Kenneth fell into Marty’s shoulder.
Josh laughed. “What’s wrong, Doll. Too many olives?” It came out too fast, as if he’d been waiting for Kenneth to stumble all night.
Roland’s eyes popped. “It’s been a long day,” he said.
“But I thought we could all go out somewhere afterward, Doll,” Kenneth said. Josh put his arm around Roland’s waist and pulled him closer. Roland leaned into Josh’s side, placed his palm on his chest, and said, “We really have to go. We’ll see you later in the week, at the black tie bingo event in Brooklyn Heights.”
They left without hugging Kenneth; but Josh blew him a kiss. Roland waved good-bye to a few people he knew and moved quickly through the building. He’d donated a great deal of money, given his speech, and smiled all night; now it was time to get Josh into bed.
Josh and Roland waited for the car in front of the building. “You must be tired from all this,” Josh said. “I don’t mind driving.” His hands were in his pockets and he bounced on the balls of his feet while looking at the ground.
“I’m okay,” Roland said. “I don’t mind driving.”
Josh smiled and took Roland’s hand. “Man, please let me drive. I don’t know if I can survive another trip downtown with you behind the wheel.”
When the valet brought the car around and gave Roland the key, he handed it over to Josh. “Let’s go back through the park,” he said. “And I think you’d better put the top up and turn on the air conditioning.” The formal suit made his body itch, and small beads of perspiration dotted his hairline. But that wasn’t the only reason he wanted the top up.

There Are Six Different Types Of Penises; Blazing Hot Redheads All Male Calendar; More Broken Penis Stories

There Are Six Different Types Of Penises

I didn’t know about this until now. It’s totally heteronormative, but it’s still interesting all the same.

1. Banana

It’ll come as no surprise that the banana-shaped penis echoes the shape of the phallic fruit.
Curving slightly upwards as well as being longer than average, those with a banana penis also have a natural advantage between the sheets.
You can read it all, here. They even compare one to a pencil. 

Blazing Hot Redheads All Male Calendar

I love photos like this, but I also find it interesting that people are still using paper calendars. In this case, though, it’s all about the art.

The “Red Hot” brand name tells you everything you need to know.
For years, they’ve been producing calendars with the hottest gingers to grace the planet, and boy, do they deliver.
More Broken Penis Stories
This sort of thing seems to be showing up in the news more lately. 
36-year-old man learned the hard way that surgical intervention was needed when he fractured his penis having acquired what is known as an eggplant deformity – named for the appearance of the bruising pattern that develops. Though such an injury is thankfully uncommon, it can be sustained during robust and spirited sex or alternate trauma. This particular account of penile damage endured after protracted erection resulting from sildenafil (aka Viagra) use was just published in the British 
Here’s the link for the rest. It’s the American Council on Science and Health, and totally SFW. 

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Why Men Feel Sad After Hot Sex; Gay Teen Asylum Seeker Rejected: Not Gay Enough; Gay Police Officers Can’t March In Pride Parade;

Why Men Feel Sad After Hot Sex

I’ve heard about this before, but I’ve never actually been exposed to anyone who did it. From what I’ve seen, they usually just fall asleep after sex.

If you’re a man who’s ever felt sad, irritable, or distant after having sex, you’re not alone. A recent study from Queensland University of Technology in Brisbane, Australia revealed this is not a condition only women experience.

There’s more, here.

Gay Teen Asylum Seeker Rejected: Not Gay Enough

This one seems to be surprising a lot of people on the inter webs. A gay guy seeking asylum in Austria was refused because he’s too aggressive, and not gay enough.

The report also allegedly noted: ‘The way you walk, act or dress does not show even in the slightest that you could be homosexual.’
Astonishingly, the report allegedly used having only a few friends and spending time alone against him. The assessment noted: ‘Aren’t homosexuals rather social?’

 Here’s the rest.  I guess they’re trying to prove that the people seeking asylum are really gay, but they’re going about it the wrong way. What about if there’s a guy who really is faking gay, and he plays them with all the stereotypes they’re looking for?

Gay Police Officers Can’t March In Pride Parade

When you stop and think about the fact that Pride is supposed to be about equality and diversity, this is unfortunate.

 LGBT police officers have been banned from marching in a pride parade after a local community had concerns about “feeling unsafe” if they participated

Here’s the rest. This makes me wonder about Pride events altogether, and how they’re going to evolve and survive in the future, if this kind of thing keeps happening.

The police who were banned took it well, though.

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Christine Hallquist: First US Trans Candidate for Governor; Straight Reality Star Crapp On His Gay Past; Masterpiece Cakeshop Refuses Trans Customer

First US Trans Candidate for Governor

This is history being made, and not just for LGBT people.

Christine Hallquist is a former energy executive who has stepped out from behind the CEO desk to step into the Vermont governor’s race. She’s married, and a parent.
She’s a long-time Democrat running to defeat a Republican in a state where they haven’t unseated a first term incumbent Governor since 1963.

Here’s the rest.

Straight Reality Star Crapp On His Gay Past

This comes from Australia. It’s interesting, aside from the fact that it’s hard to believe anyone would use the phrase “man pond.”

Australian electrician-turned-reality-star Grant Crapp made a big reveal this week when he said he’s taken a dip in the man pond.

You can read more Crapp, here. They claim he’s a “bit of a ladies man.”

Masterpiece Cakeshop Refuses Trans Customer
Here’s a story about the same baker who refused to make a gay wedding cake. 
Jack Phillips, the baker whose refusal to make a gay wedding cake took him to the Supreme Court, is embroiled over more legal controversy after saying he wouldn’t make a gender transition cake.
Is anyone surprised? Here’s more

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The Homophobic Landscaper; Twinks 4 Trump Founder Loses Job; Sam Smith’s Michael Jackson Comments;

The Homophobic Landscaper

Here’s what happened when a married gay couple tried to hire a landscaper.

Yes, this is an accurate description of what happened. When doing a large landscaping project it is necessary to work with the homeowners closely over several months through the design and installation phases. I can’t do that, all the while going along with the delusion of two men calling themselves a married couple, with one man referring to the other man as his husband. It’s very perverse and foolish, and needs to be called out as such.

They go into more detail, here. This happened in Georgia, and there are no laws that protect LGBT people from this kind of discrimination there yet.

Twinks 4 Trump Founder Loses Job

We haven’t heard much about the organization, Twinks 4 Trump, lately. 

Lucian Wintrich, the gay man behind the ‘Twinks 4 Trump’ campaign, has lost his job not long after appearing on a podcast hosted by a white supremacist.
Here’s more. For those of you who don’t know, they go into a little more detail about Twinks 4 Trump. 
No comment. I really do try to be objective with these things. 

Sam Smith’s Michael Jackson Comments
Apparently, Sam Smith dissed Michael Jackson, and now Michael Jackson’s nephew is responding. And frankly, I would hope my nephews would do the same for me. It’s family. 
Michael Jackson’s nephew said: ‘Sam Smith made a career on singing R&B/soul music. So to look into a camera and disregard one of its pillars is ignorant, disrespectful and arrogant.
‘Everyone has opinions but @samsmithworld don’t disparage a soul pioneer when they helped paved the way for you and your music.’
Here’s the rest.  Jackson’s fandom wasn’t too thrilled either. 

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Information Wants To Be Free; Gay Adult Film Star Attacked by Bigots in West Hollywood; Gay Club Denies Entry To Man In High Heels;

Information Wants To Be Free

The other day I saw what looked like an interesting piece being Tweeted by the New York Times. But when I clicked the link and was led to the NYT, I was told that my monthly views had expired and if I wanted to see more I would have to pay. Guess what I did?

I closed the window and I’m not clicking on any NYT articles in the future. I can get the same information, if not better information, for free in other places. I don’t love ads and pop ups, but I don’t hate them either. In fact, some of the ads I come across lead me to some interesting places with more information.

In any event, this discussion has been going on for a long time, and I wanted to share this for people who might not be aware of it…or understand it.

Information wants to be free” is an expression that means that people should be able to access information freely. It is often used by technology activists to criticize laws that limit transparency and general access to information. People who criticize Intellectual Property law say the system of such government granted monopolies conflicts with the development of a public domain of information. The expression is often credited to Stewart Brand, who was recorded saying it at a hackers conference in 1984.

You can read the rest here.

If you’d like to read more about this, and read more about both sides of the discussion, you can do a simple search. As of right now, the information and content is free in most places. 

Gay Adult Film Star Attacked by Bigots in West Hollywood

This is a little extra shocking because of where it happened. Isn’t WeHo supposed to be a safe space for gay people?

Wesley Woods posted a video to Twitter describing what he says was a homophobic attack in arguably the world’s most prominent LGBTQ-friendly neighborhood.


“My best friend and I were brutally attacked by three straight white hetero men in West Hollywood, California.

Here’s more. There are comments, and a video, too. 

Gay Club Denies Entry To Man In High Heels

I thought this kind of thing ended a while ago. Apparently not.

A gay club has refused entry to a man wearing high heels as they allegedly ‘don’t accept femininity’.

Here’s the entire story.  If you watch the TV show, Pose, about drag culture in the 80s, you’ll see gay bars refuse entry to trans women. I just didn’t think that was still happening. 

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In Their Prime by Ryan Field

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A PG Rated Gay Romance