Tuesday, December 8, 2015
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8 Signs We’re Winning The War Against HIVAIDS—And 1 Big One That We’re Not
From: NewNowNext
But the news is not all good:
While HIV infection rates are down in general in the U.S., they’re spiking for men who have sex with men.
A report in the Journal of the American Medical Association found that HIV diagnosis rates among gay and bi men aged 13-24 rose from about 3,000 to about 7,000 between 2002 and 2011.
Experts point to poor risk-assessment skills, and a generation that wasn’t alive during the worst of America’s AIDS epidemic, as factors. Until there is a cure, it’s our responsibility to educate ourselves and each other into making safer and smarter choices.
The 100 Greatest Lost Hits of The 80’s Part 2: The New Batch
From: NewNowNext
#71
“Sweet Sweet Baby”
Lone Justice
The first of two songs from Lone Justice on the list, “Sweet Sweet Baby” was the second single from their stellar debut album (the first “Ways To Be Wicked” was featured on the first Lost Hits countdown), and the second single to stiff on the charts, peaking at #73 in August 1985. That Maria McKee didn’t become a huge star is one of the pop mysteries of the 80’s. She did have a huge #1 hit in the UK with “Show Me Heaven” in 1990 (which didn’t chart in the U.S), and she wrote another #1 hit in the UK for another artist (which we’ll be seeing later on this countdown).
So what happened to Lone Justice? Let Maria explain.
Academy Award for Best Actress
2001
Halle Berry
as
Leticia Musgrove
Monster's Ball
Halle Maria Berry (born Maria Halle Berry; August 14, 1966) is an American actress and former fashion model. She won an Academy Award for Best Actress in 2002 for her performance in the romantic drama Monster's Ball (2001), which made her the only woman of color to win a Best Actress Oscar to date, as of 2015.
Berry was one of the highest paid actresses in Hollywood during the 2000s and has been involved in the production of several of the films in which she performed. She is also a Revlon spokes model. Before becoming an actress, she started modeling and entered several beauty contests, finishing as the 1st runner-up in the Miss USA Pageant and coming in 6th place in the Miss World Pageant in 1986. Her breakthrough film role was in the romantic comedy Boomerang (1992), alongside Eddie Murphy, which led to roles in films such as the comedy The Flintstones (1994), the political comedy-drama Bulworth (1998) and the television film Introducing Dorothy Dandridge (1999), for which she won the Emmy Award and Golden Globe Award for Best Actress, among many other awards.
In addition to her Academy Award win, Berry garnered high-profile roles in the 2000s such as Storm in the X-Men film series (beginning in 2000), the action crime thriller Swordfish (2001), and the spy film Die Another Day (2002), where she played Bond Girl Jinx. She then appeared in the X-Men sequels, X2: X-Men United (2003) and X-Men: The Last Stand (2006). In the 2010s, she appeared in movies such as the science fiction film Cloud Atlas (2012), the crime thriller The Call (2013) and X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014).
Divorced from baseball player David Justice and singer-songwriter Eric Benét, Berry has a daughter by model Gabriel Aubry, and a son by actor Olivier Martinez.
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— Mr. Rager (@MrRagerx) December 6, 2015
11 Things We Learned From “The Wiz Live!”
From: NewNowNext
4
The Tin Man may or may not be into fisting.
With all his talk of sliding oil to him and lubricating his mind, the Tin Man was sending out some suggestive signals.
My Date with Santa Claus
From: Tales of West Hollywood
It was Christmastime, one of the years when I couldn't make it back to the Midwest, so I was even more depressed than usual. To cheer me up, my friend David dragged me to the Bear Party (for husky guys and their admirers) held every Saturday night in a house South of Market in San Francisco.
As we wandering through the upstairs lounge area, where guys were chatting and eating Christmas cookies and drinking egg nog to "Jingle Bell Rock," David exclaimed "Look -- it's Santa Claus."
The guy he pointed out did look like Santa Claus, except for the jeans and red suspenders -- in his 60s, tall, thick muscular arms going to fat, a chubby belly, a white beard, his chest covered with white fur. He was sitting on a leather couch, talking animatedly to a friend.
"Come on, let's go sit on Santa's lap!"
David was 43 years old, recently out, and anxious to try everything with everybody, but I was a little more picky,
"He's not into it!" I exclaimed. Some guys came to the Bear Parties just to socialize with friends. If you wanted sexual activity, you went down to the basement, where there were three rooms of mazes, mattresses, and dungeons. "Besides, my idea of Santa Claus is a little younger, with a bodybuilder's physique."
"Don't tell me you never fantasized about Santa sliding down your chimney!"
"No, I can't say that I have."
"Scrooge!" David dragged me across the room and knelt in front of Santa like a supplicant at an altar. Smiling, he unzipped -- a very thick Kielbasa. The friend made himself scarce.
While David worked, I sat next to Santa and fondled his chest and nipples. He put a thick arm around me and drew me into a whiskery kiss. It was all I could do to stifle a giggle as the song "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" played in my head.
David pushed my hand down onto Santa's penis, but I was a little weirded out and moved away.
After a few minutes, Santa zipped up and drew us both into bear hugs.
"Thank you, young man -- I had resigned myself to no erotic activity tonight -- you see, my knees aren't what they used to be, so I can't make it down the stairs. But such things are forbidden in this part of the house. Would you and your friend care to come back to my apartment? By the way, my name is BearnĂĄrd, with an accent grave.
"Well..." David never felt that a Bear Party was a success until he'd been with at least five guys.
"I have wassail, and spiced apples, far superior to the Safeway gingerbread they're serving here. And condoms," he added with a wink.
"Sure, why not."
I didn't feel like going, but you should always bring someone along on a hookup. I followed them out the door.
On the way home, BearnĂĄrd told us that he majored in biology at Harvard, but now he wrote fantasy novels about King Arthur and his twin brother Mordred, one good, one evil, locked in an apocalyptic battle.
"They sell very well -- I've been called a new Tolkien, if that is in fact a complement."
"Any gay characters?" I asked pointedly.
"Oh, tons. Of course, they didn't have the concept of gay in the Middle Ages, but there are many languorous looks between comrades in arms."
BearnĂĄrd's apartment in the Castro was completely Medievalized. There were suits of armor, tapestries, halberds, and heavy oak tables. He told us that he drew inspiration from the king's room in the Tower of London.
He did have a wassail bowl, full of hot apple cider and sliced apples, peaches, pears, and raisins, which we drew into bowls and ate like soup.
BearnĂĄrd changed into a red silk bathrobe which made him look even more like Santa Claus, and invited us to get naked, which made sitting on hard wooden benches rather uncomfortable. He told us about the pagan origin of the yule log, the Christmas tree, the wassail bowl, chestnuts roasting over an open fire, and "Twelve Days of Christmas."
I had already heard of most of it, but BearnĂĄrd acted as if it was an amazing revelation.
"And Saint Nicholas himself was no Madison Avenue marketing ploy, but the Wild Man of the Hunt, revered throughout Europe from prehistoric times, gone undercover when Christianity took control."
David and I exchanged pained expressions. Who knew that Santa Claus was such a talker?
Trying to change the subject, I said "I know a guy in L.A. who went to Harvard. My friend Fred's ex, Matt. He majored in French and German."
"Matt, you say? What's the surname?"
I told him.
"I may have tricked with him. I go to all the alumni events, you see. Cute boy, but completely insane!"
Time to take the bull by the horns, as it were. I walked across the room, knelt, opened the red silk robe, and went down on Santa Claus.
He pulled my head up. "My boy, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but there's plenty of time for that later! We must listen to some music first. I have Charpentier's Noels por les instruments sung by the Ensemble Metamorphoses de Paris."
We left the Bear Party at a little after 9:00 pm. It was after midnight when we finally got into BearnĂĄrd's bed. And then it was mostly watching and fondling while David went down on him.
It took an hour to finish. Several false starts.
But at least I can now say that I've been with Santa Claus.
The next day I called Matt and asked if he knew BearnĂĄrd.
"The fantasy writer? Sure -- we dated when I was a senior. Well, not much of a date. Not a lot going on in the bedroom. And talk, talk, talk. The man is completely crazy!".
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