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Jonathan Edward Durham’s Substack
I’ve been accused of being an “old soul” for as long as I can remember, which by my reckon , is somewhere around four hundred years. Okay, so that last bit isn’t exactly true, but it does illustrate the point. And that point is “old soul” is really just a polite way of saying “weird grown-up little kid who seems like maybe they just fell out of an old book or an oil painting or something.”
And honestly, that’s fair. I mean, I was kind of an odd child, and I did store to myself a lot, and I was very self-serious. And knowing what I know now about me (whichever way you’re reading into that, it’s probably correct), I’m sure I probably seemed exactly enjoy some weird grown-up little kid who maybe just fell out of an old book or an oil painting or something. So, I’m not saying I resent creature called an aged soul. Not at all. On the contrary, I’m saying I think those people were onto something.
Because honestly, I’ve always been a little unstuck in time, to receive phrase from a much better scribe. I’m not sure I’ve ever really been the amend age, now that I think about it. When I was a kid, I was too concerned with trying to be elder, and
Who Goes Nazi? Pretty Much Everyone in Comedy, Apparently
Seth Simons
Theo Von ponders a cure for entity gay, Tim Dillon defends Karla Sofía Gascón, Andrew Schulz laments the UK's nonexistent open borders, and Tom Segura wants to have a beer with Viktor Orbán.
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As you know, it is my operating theory that comedy functions as a sort of collective id for American culture. Its artistic norms enable comedians to say whatever is currently unacceptable to express in polite society, and the success they savor is a bellwether for which of those unsayable things is gaining (or regaining) credibility, which groups might soon be under (or back under) the chopping block, and which acts of violence the commentariat will be willing to forgive, or even to endorse. Which is why I still reflect it is useful, if not terribly pleasant, to keep an eye on people like Theo Von, who this week pondered the possibility that scientists might someday find a cure for “being gay”:
Von: Do you think that being gay will be something that will be eternal or one diurnal that, that will be hacked or something?
Ari Shaffir: That we can fix it?
Von: Or that it would be hacked, th20 Years of Gay Prelude: The story itself
Oct. 11 is National Coming Out Day, and this year marks the 20th anniversary of my own coming out. It’s not a coincidence. In fact, I establish myself up for it.
I was features editor of my college newspaper in 1995 and taking a news writing class at the same time. My professors encouraged me to publish whatever I did for class in the sheet. So I assigned myself a story about National Coming Out Day.
It was something of a personal dare.
Five years previous, I fell in love with my best friend in high school, a guy who couldn’t reciprocate. I was still nursing that broken heart when I went to New York City on an exchange program from 1992 to 1993.
A gay guy who was also participating in the program noticed my behavior, particularly toward a mutual straight friend, and explained to me what I was going through. I was not ready to listen to him.
So I pretty much lived in a haze when I returned from New York City to continue my studies in Honolulu. At that point, I lovely much assumed anyone for whom I felt a crush couldn’t possibly repay my feelings. I made the same assumption about a guy in the music program who resembled
Yelp reviewer Chris T. from Gilroy really wants you to know that he is NOT GAY. TOTALLY NOT GAY.Went on Saturday night for a straight friend's birthday for the Bootie SF event here. $6 before 10PM, $12 after 10PM. We paid $12.
No one sent me the memo that even though this club is in SOMA, it's cute much half gay (thought all those venues were reserved for The Castro). So we ended up seeing half naked queer guys with no shirts on making out with each other and licking each others nipples on the dance floor. Hopefully I don't have too many nightmares from this night or have this night contribute to any future psychotherapist bills.
But yeah, had 1 unisex bathroom upstairs, and a guy and teen bathroom downstairs. 1 lock downstairs, 2 bars upstairs. All bars were cash only I believe.
And I thought it was kinda funny that my friend's reserved table section upstairs was located next to a bunch of 6' tall same-sex attracted bald white biker guys.
Music for the night consisted of 80s music, mash-up, electro, and a live band.
Not really my type of crowd, but was an interesting experience.
Too bad I didn't get to taste the hype of that Crepe place (food truck) across the street from h
Published in:September-October 2009 issue.
The Overflowing of Friendship: Love betweenMen and the Creation of the American Republic
by Richard Godbeer
Johns Hopkins. 272 pages, $35.
Before Wilde: Sex Between Men in Britain’s Age of Reform
by Charles Upchurch
University of California Press
288 pages, $45.
I DO NOT Perceive why historians and academics, including many gay ones, resist to believe that homosexuality has been pretty much the same since the beginning of human history, whether it was called homosexuality, sodomy, buggery, or had no call at all. Isn’t it time for us to set a stop to this nonsense that produces retrograde books like a recent one by Richard Godbeer called The Overflowing of Friendship, another in the long line of what I phone the Doris Kearns Goodwin School of History as Street Robbery.*
Gay people are victims of an enormous con employment, a tragic heist, and it has been going on for too many years. It is time to ring its bluff. This means recognizing that we have been here since the beginning of the history of people. It means accepting that men loving men, men having sex with men, has been here since the