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Dirty Movie Clip Mistake; Johnny Weir Calls Us Idiots

Dirty Movie Clip Mistake

This past weekend in Pinellas Park, FL, moms and dads took their dear well-behaved little ones to see a family fun-filled flick, with wild and wacky shenanigans, and wound up running for cover when the movie theater showed an explicit erotic film clip by mistake. This travesty calls for every Internet-ism ever used, including OMG, WTF, and my all time favorite, YGTBKM!!

Evidently, there were tech difficulties and while they worked on fixing the problem this is what happened.

What followed was a two-minute sexually graphic clip that one person who claims to have been in the theater says was the red-band trailer for Lars von Trier‘s “Nymphomaniac,” which depicts a blow job, among other images not exactly suited for PG-rated “Frozen”‘s core audience. Audience members were understandably upset by the mix-up.

That’s just wrong. Someone really should notify the Kernel to do a full scale investigative analysis of the situation at hand.

You can read more here.

Johnny Weir Calls Us Idiots

I guess I’m part of the LGBTI group that gay athlete, Johnny Weir, thinks are idiots, because I find what’s happening in Russia right now absolutely sickening.

I’ve posted about Weir before, here, and about the controversy he’s stirred because he thinks the time an athlete puts into training for the Olympics trumps equal rights, the anti-gay law and attitude in Russia, and the oppression Russian gays face daily.

Weir quote from my post:

To have a boycott would not only negate the career of some athletes who have only one chance at competing at the Games, but also the over-time shifts an exhausted father takes to make ends meet, or the social acclimatization of a brother who can’t go on spring break because his brother needed another costume, or the mother who works part-time at a job far beneath her, just so she can afford to watch her first born perform for the world. The Olympics are not a political statement, they are a place to let the world shine in peace and let them marvel at their youthful talents.

Recently, an LGBTI protest against Weir was held at Barnard College, and Johnny Weir allegedly called them “idiots.” Among the LGBTI protesters was the creator of the rainbow flag, Gilbert Baker.

From Gay Star News:

‘We’re angry at him for not telling the truth about what’s going on in Russia to LGBT Russians and everybody else who dissents, who are being brutalized,’ Queer Nation’s Ann Northrop said at the protest. ‘He is selling out millions of people to satisfy his desire not to forgo his income or status. Is this what he would have done in Germany in 1936?’

Weir has since apologize for calling them idiots. In fact, Weir claims he wound up in such a state of kerfufflement after all this he went home and pigged-out on ice cream. I swear I’m not making this up.

Personally, I think we should send Weir to Russia…for GOOD.


Cher on Russia; Russia Scorns Gay Parents; Village People Cowboy Marries

Cher on Russia

With so many disillusioning things happening in PA this week regarding same sex marriage, when I read this piece about Cher turning down an invitation to perform at the Russian Olympics I had to admit that it felt nice to see that some people are still willing to challenge unfair laws…on principle, not black and white laws. She also clearly knows hate from personal experience.

“I can’t name names but my friend called who is a big oligarch over there, and asked me if I’d like to be an ambassador for the Olympics and open the show,” she told Canadian newsmagazine Maclean’s. “I immediately said no. I want to know why all of this gay hate just exploded over there.

He said the Russian people don’t feel the way the government does.”
In the wide-ranging interview, she discussed how the treatment she and former husband Sonny Bono received made her empathize with other outsiders, and she also noted her support for her transgender son, Chaz Bono.

“People hated Sonny and I in the early days because we looked and acted so different,” she said. “Sonny was always getting into fights — people would called him ‘fag’ and he’d get his nose broken — only because we were dressing different. And these were our street clothes!”

You can read more here. 

Russia Scorns Gay Parents

Speaking of Russia, now there’s a Russian lawmaker who wants to take away children from LGBT parents for some of the most ridiculous reasons I think I have ever heard.

Last week, Russian lawmaker and nationalist party leader Alexei Zhuravlev proposed legislation that would allow the government to remove all children from all LGBT parents and from same-sex couples. In his bill, State Duma Deputy Zhuravlev compared homosexuality to child abuse, drug abuse, and alcoholism. Zhuravlev this week shared with Russian reporter Olga Pavlikova his stunning views on gay people and on “allowing” them to raise children.

This article only devolves into something much worse than what’s above. If this is the mind set that President Obama has to deal with during foreign affairs, God bless the President for having the patience to deal with them. I wouldn’t be able to do that. You can read more here.

Village People Cowboy Marries

In much lighter news, Randy Jones who was the cowboy in the Village People from 1970’s disco fame is marrying his longtime partner. I was only a child at the time, but I recall being fascinated with the cowboy and the construction worker.

This is not going to be just any old event either.

Day one will reportedly include “a public proposal” with Randy “[popping] the question in front of friends and family in Columbus Circle.” Day two will feature the wedding ceremony at New York City Hall “in front of their mothers.” Directly after, there will be a party at a “trendy rooftop bar” with “special guest host Warrington Gillette — who the couple credits as “Jason” from ‘Friday the 13th Part 2.'” Finally, on day three, there will be a “post-wedding banquet” in Little Italy.

You can read more here.


Russia Defends Gay Hate Law; Free Excerpt Doughy Joey

Russia Defends Gay Hate Law

In the latest development from Russia with regard to the anti-gay law that has sparked outcries from many parts of the world, a letter was sent from Russia stating that there would be no discrimination, according to the rules of the Olympic Charter. However, a good deal is still unclear, and Russia stands by its anti-gay law.

The letter still leaves open the question of what would happen to Olympic athletes or fans if they made statements or gestures that could be considered propaganda.

Couldn’t a simple rainbow pin be considered propaganda?

The law has provoked harsh international criticism ahead of the Feb. 7-23 Winter Olympics in the Russian resort of Sochi. Some activists have called for a boycott of the games, though President Barack Obama and British Prime Minister David Cameron have ruled that out.

As I’ve said before, if this were any other minority in the world I have a feeling we would be boycotting and most would be agreeing with the boycott. But because it’s LGBT oriented and the shame and stigma associated with being LGBT is still there, we don’t receive that kind of treatment or respect. Not even from our leaders who claim to support us.

You can read the piece in full, here.

Free Excerpt Doughy Joey

Most of the back listed books I’ve been re-releasing this summer have been fairly simple from an editorial POV. All were professionally edited at the time of the original release. But with Doughy Joey I’d never received an arc from the publisher and all I had was the original file in raw form. So I’ve been editing all day, and I figured I would put up an excerpt here for the weekend. It’s not available yet, but will be next week as a .99 e-book. I did have to self-censor a little for blogging reasons, however, the uncensored version will be be released in full.

Joel Roman did not eat carbohydrates. On the day of his thirty-fifth birthday he announced to all his friends he was starting one of those all protein diets so he could become ripped, as he’d read in the fitness magazines. This was five years earlier and he hadn’t touched a single starch or sugar since then (well, you couldn’t really count the occasional piece of chocolate).

So was it any wonder one of his oldest friends in town, Gerry, was shocked to see him enter the new soft pretzel shop on a Saturday afternoon in mid-January. “Soft Philly Pretzels”, said the shiny green and gold sign on the small, two lane highway, “We Bake’m Better”. Though this wasn’t actually in the city of Philadelphia; more like the far northern suburbs where city people took day trips to visit expensive candle shops and admire the leaves in autumn.

“I knew this would happen one day,” Gerry said. His cheeks bulged, vigorously chewing a soft pretzel on his way back to the car. “You’d finally go off that protein diet and eat ten pounds of mashed potatoes and four dozen soft pretzels in one sitting.” His round face still flared red from the cold wind and there were feathery wisps of salt and pepper hair sticking out beneath a navy knitted cap. His weighty body was zipped and snapped right up to the bottom of his double chin in a puffy red ski jacket with a faint white goose feather sticking out from the shoulder.

Joel smiled and slipped his hands into the side pockets of his smooth black leather (always a short jacket so other guys could check out his butt in tight jeans; it had never happened, but Joel liked to imagine a guy would one day walk up from behind and slither a firm hand down his pants). Though Gerry sounded as though he were joking around, he’d always been slightly jealous that Joel looked more like thirty than forty. “I’m here for the hot sausage,” Joel said. “Someone told me they have these hot sausages wrapped in pretzel dough that are fantastic. I figured it would be simple enough to pull the wrapping off and just eat the sausage.”

“Ah, well, I don’t think the dough of one small sausage wrap…”

Gerry was about to say he didn’t think a little soft pretzel wrapping would cause Joel to gain any weight because he was so trim and fit already, but he didn’t get a chance to finish because of a loud crash toward the back of the store. This was one of those completely open bakeries, where the ovens and freezers and wooden work stations are exposed. You couldn’t miss that the young guy who was working had just dropped a full tray of frozen pretzel dough onto the red tiled floor.

There was a lot of white noise; fans and ovens and freezer motors all running at the same time. “Are you okay?” Joel shouted to the guy.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, “I’ll be with you in a minute; I’m the owner…I can’t get fired.” He bent down, giving his gray sweat pants a jerk at each knee, to pick up the doughy mess as though this was a perfectly normal occurrence, but his bright red cheeks suggested chagrin. At a glance he couldn’t have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

“I’ve gotta run,” Gerry said. There was a small white piece of wet pretzel stuck to the bottom of his bulbous chin. “Now don’t you go crazy and eat too many pretzels. Haha.”

“I promise,” Joel said, as awkward Gerry guffawed and loped toward the exit door. It occurred to Joel that although they both were the same age, Gerry looked more like fifty than forty (too many soft pretzels, no doubt).

But the baking pretzels did smell so good on a brisk winter day: doughy and floury and fresh. The ones already arranged on the warming counter were covered with specks of white salt; next to them rows of small plastic containers filled with melted cheddar, soft butter, and several cream cheese mixtures were dwarfed by a quart sized yellow mustard dispenser filled to the rim (in Philadelphia yellow mustard was the topping of choice). All of a sudden Joel was starved. If he could have made a quick exit out the door he would have driven down the road to the Gourmet Just Food and bought a small salad instead. But the guy behind the counter had already seen him; he had to buy something.

You could tell this guy was new at running a business. He should have just left the mess and taken care of Joel. It would have served him a good lesson if Joel had actually walked out. But when he took a closer look, while the young guy swept loose flour into a dust bin, it occurred to Joel there was something quite attractive about this young man. He wasn’t tall, no more than five eight in running shoes. Though his body was thin, and you could see from the outline of the white t-shirt he wore he wasn’t a body builder, he had that natural, messy type of sex appeal. His dark brown hair was longish and wavy…parted in the middle; all one length and cropped bluntly at the middle of his neck. Dark shocks kept falling in front of his face when he bent over. When he spread his legs and squatted to pick up the aluminum tray the fabric of loose gray sweat pants stretched.

He rinsed his hands and then jogged back to the counter to wait on Joel. “Sorry you had to wait. What can I get you?”

His eyes appeared hazel: small and dreary without much light. And his features were thin with that turned down look of a turtle face. But there was something about the entire package that caused Joel’s heart to beat a little faster.

“Ah, I think I’ll try one of those hot sausage wraps, and maybe a dozen pretzels,” Joel said. Oh well, he couldn’t just order one tiny little sausage wrap like that. How would it have looked? The poor young thing didn’t have tons of people knocking down the front door for hot pretzels, after all.

“Coming right up,” said the pretzel guy. His voice flowed forth like the hum and buzz from an old transistor radio; deep and low, yet soft and pleasant, too. He wore no underwear. The outline of his junk kept protruding through the gray sweat pants.

While he awkwardly shoved a dozen salted pretzels into a brown paper bag his expression remained blank, as though he wasn’t quite sure whether or not he liked running this new business of his. The poor guy worked fast; his arms flailing bags and pretzels and napkins, as though there were fifty people standing behind Joel, when in fact no one had entered the shop the entire time Joel had been there. There was a thick glass warming shelf next to the cash register. When he reached inside for a hot sausage wrap, Joel noticed his thick, strong fingers. They were meaty and firm just like the hot sausage he placed into a foil wrapper.

Is Stoli Vodka Boycott Misguided? Obama Admin Vetoes Apple Ban

Is Stoli Vodka Boycott Misguided?

They’ve been pouring bottles of Stoli Vodka down drains and into streets all weekend in cities all over America. I saw them do this at a local gay bar in Philadelphia on local TV news. But according to this article, Stoli Vodka is distilled in Latvia and owned by a company in Luxembourg. Where this gets complicated is that it is controlled by a Russian billionaire living in exile because he’s allegedly opposed to the way gays are being treated in Russia. And, according to this article, Latvia is not part of Russia and it belongs the European Union.

Latvia’s leading gay rights group, Mozaika, has been leading the campaign to get well-intentioned Western comrades to cease boycotting Stolichnaya, arguing that it will only hurt Latvians who are committed to diversity and tolerance.

I was informed of this a while ago, and I think I posted about it. I despise what Russia is doing to gays right now, but I haven’t poured any Stoli down the drain yet because I’ve been so unsure about the facts. 

Maybe we should check the facts out a little better with this one? Unless, of course, I missed something.

Obama Admin Vetoes Apple Ban

The most significant thing about this is that it’s the first time since 1987 that a presidential administration has done anything like this.

I’m sure Samsung is not too thrilled right now, because the ITC issued the ban on older Apple devices (iPhone 3, iPad 2) in a finding the said Apple had infringed on a Samsung patent. Then this happened today:

U.S. Trade Representative Michael Froman made the decision to veto the ban on the Apple devices, citing concerns about patent holders gaining “undue leverage.” He said Samsung could continue to pursue its patent rights through the courts.
 
It’s all very complicated, and not worth getting into in depth. I just found the historical significance interesting.