Sunday, August 16, 2015
Saturday, August 15, 2015
How Frat Hazing Inspired A Book About Sex Between Straight Guys
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/how-frat-hazing-inspired-a-book-about-sex-between-straight-
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How Frat Hazing Inspired A Book About Sex Between Straight Guys
Jared Greenhouse
How Frat Hazing Inspired A Book About Sex Between Straight Guys
Jared Greenhouse
Post-Production, HuffPost Live
Posted: 08/15/2015
Institutions rooted in tradition, like college fraternities and the military, have long been known to ritually haze their new recruits and pledges. But when these hazings turn blatantly homoerotic -- which they often do, according to author Jane Ward -- there's an unexpected denial of the interaction's sexual nature.
Ward talked with HuffPost Live on Thursday about her new book, Not Gay: Sex Between Straight White Men, and how straight men -- including those who are homophobic or misogynistic -- can wind up sleeping with another man.
Watch Ward describe the lives of straight men engaging in homosexual activity in the video above.
Institutions rooted in tradition, like college fraternities and the military, have long been known to ritually haze their new recruits and pledges. But when these hazings turn blatantly homoerotic -- which they often do, according to author Jane Ward -- there's an unexpected denial of the interaction's sexual nature.
Ward talked with HuffPost Live on Thursday about her new book, Not Gay: Sex Between Straight White Men, and how straight men -- including those who are homophobic or misogynistic -- can wind up sleeping with another man.
Watch Ward describe the lives of straight men engaging in homosexual activity in the video above.
Friday, August 14, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Hot Shot of the Evening
Love those buns! This is what I'll be doing early a.m. Off for a couple days. Stay cool, bros!
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Finally, some intelligent commentary about current politics
http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/08/12/jeb-bush-is-even-nuttier-than-trump-now.html
Jeb Bush Is Even Nuttier Than Trump Now
By blaming President Obama and Hillary Clinton for the sorry state of Iraq and the rise of ISIS, Jeb Bush seems to be forgetting a little detail called … his brother.
08.12.156:10 PM ET
Donald Trump’s remarks about Megyn Kelly still make him the most vulgar of the Republican presidential candidates.
But he is no longer the nuttiest.
That distinction was claimed by Jeb Bush in a speech at the Reagan Library, when he declared that President Obama and Hillary Clinton are to blame for the rise of ISIS.
Jeb being the brother of the guy who used 9/11 as a pretext to invade Iraq in the first place, a venture that then-Senator Barack Obama opposed.
Six weeks after the opening “shock and awe” bombardment, President George Bush declared in a speech from the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln that the “major combat operations” in Iraq had ended in victory.
“Mission Accomplished,” read the big banner in the background.
Thousands of deaths later, the war was still raging and proving to be unwinnable.
In 2008, President Bush signed what was officially called an “Agreement Between the United States of America and the Republic of Iraq On the Withdrawal of United States Forces from Iraq and the Organization of Their Activities during Their Temporary Presence in Iraq.”
The agreement required us to withdraw our troops from Iraqi cities by June of 2009 and from the country altogether by December 31, 2011.
All of it was President Bush’s responsibility. And now his brother Jeb is trying to pin it on Obama as a way of going after Hillary Clinton.
The schedule was already set in place when Obama took office in 2009. That included the 2009 closing of our biggest POW facility, Camp Bucca. The prisoners who were released from Bucca included Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi.
As has been reported in The Daily Beast, al-Baghdadi uttered some parting words to the camp’s commander.
“He said, ‘I’ll see you guys in New York,’” Army Colonel Kenneth King recalls.
Al-Baghdadi went on to become the head of ISIS and to announce the creation of a new Islamic State.
We spent billions training Iraqi government troops who fled seemingly whenever they were attacked, leaving behind billions more in U.S. supplied equipment.
None of that was Obama’s creation.
All of it was President Bush’s responsibility.
And now his brother Jeb is trying to pin it on Obama as a way of going after Hillary Clinton. Talk about nutty. Not to mention offensive.
Trump is supposed to be the nutty and offensive one, but when it comes to ISIS he seems mainly to be woefully uninformed.
“Believe it or not, Iran is funneling money to ISIS,” Trump said on CNN.
Jeb could no doubt tell you that Iran is in fact battling ISIS by proxy and, in some instances, directly.
Something other than ignorance is at work when Jeb tries to pin the ISIS mess on Obama and Hillary.
Yes, as senator, Hillary did vote in favor of invading Iraq. And yes, as Secretary of State, she failed to make Iraq a top priority. *
But she can hardly be faulted for what was all but sure to follow when Jeb’s brother gave the orders to invade Iraq.
And Obama is even less at fault.
Jeb is only able to claim otherwise because the people who truly are to blame have never been held accountable.
That includes not just Jeb’s brother but also former Vice President Dick Cheney, who promises to be even nuttier than Jeb when he makes an appearance of his own at the Reagan Library on September 9, two days before the 14th anniversary of 9/11.
Cheney and his daughter, Liz, will be there to sign copies of their new book,Exceptional: Why the World Needs a Powerful America. The library’s website says, “Dick and Liz Cheney explain the unique and indispensable nature of American power, reveal the damage done by President Obama’s abandonment of this principle, and show how America can and must lead again.”
Never mind that between the war in Iraq, the loss of focus on Afghanistan and the CIA torture scandal, the elder Cheney probably did more to weaken America than any other single individual in recent history.
The website goes on, “The Cheneys do what no one before them has done: chart a path forward to restoring American power and strength, explaining what must be done to reverse course, to fight and win the war on terror, to rebuild our military and reassure our allies that they can once again rely on American leadership.”
Neither parody nor irony seem intended as the website concludes, “A critical, frank, and much-needed touchstone, Exceptional should stand as a guiding principle for the potential presidential candidates in 2016—and for policymakers today and beyond.”
Talk about beyond nuts.
Perhaps if some of the other candidates do use Cheney’s book as a guiding principle, they too can prove to be even nuttier than Trump, who seems unlikely to read a book or anything else.
All anybody who wants to sound wackier than The Donald need do is begin a sentence with, “Well, Dick Cheney says…”
Meanwhile, Trump remains not just the most vulgar of the candidates, but also the front-runner.
But he is no longer the nuttiest.
That distinction was claimed by Jeb Bush in a speech at the Reagan Library, when he declared that President Obama and Hillary Clinton are to blame for the rise of ISIS.
Jeb being the brother of the guy who used 9/11 as a pretext to invade Iraq in the first place, a venture that then-Senator Barack Obama opposed.
Six weeks after the opening “shock and awe” bombardment, President George Bush declared in a speech from the deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln that the “major combat operations” in Iraq had ended in victory.
“Mission Accomplished,” read the big banner in the background.
Thousands of deaths later, the war was still raging and proving to be unwinnable.
In 2008, President Bush signed what was officially called an “Agreement Between the United States of America and the Republic of Iraq On the Withdrawal of United States Forces from Iraq and the Organization of Their Activities during Their Temporary Presence in Iraq.”
The agreement required us to withdraw our troops from Iraqi cities by June of 2009 and from the country altogether by December 31, 2011.
All of it was President Bush’s responsibility. And now his brother Jeb is trying to pin it on Obama as a way of going after Hillary Clinton.
The schedule was already set in place when Obama took office in 2009. That included the 2009 closing of our biggest POW facility, Camp Bucca. The prisoners who were released from Bucca included Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi.
As has been reported in The Daily Beast, al-Baghdadi uttered some parting words to the camp’s commander.
“He said, ‘I’ll see you guys in New York,’” Army Colonel Kenneth King recalls.
Al-Baghdadi went on to become the head of ISIS and to announce the creation of a new Islamic State.
We spent billions training Iraqi government troops who fled seemingly whenever they were attacked, leaving behind billions more in U.S. supplied equipment.
None of that was Obama’s creation.
All of it was President Bush’s responsibility.
And now his brother Jeb is trying to pin it on Obama as a way of going after Hillary Clinton. Talk about nutty. Not to mention offensive.
Trump is supposed to be the nutty and offensive one, but when it comes to ISIS he seems mainly to be woefully uninformed.
“Believe it or not, Iran is funneling money to ISIS,” Trump said on CNN.
Jeb could no doubt tell you that Iran is in fact battling ISIS by proxy and, in some instances, directly.
Something other than ignorance is at work when Jeb tries to pin the ISIS mess on Obama and Hillary.
Yes, as senator, Hillary did vote in favor of invading Iraq. And yes, as Secretary of State, she failed to make Iraq a top priority. *
But she can hardly be faulted for what was all but sure to follow when Jeb’s brother gave the orders to invade Iraq.
And Obama is even less at fault.
Jeb is only able to claim otherwise because the people who truly are to blame have never been held accountable.
That includes not just Jeb’s brother but also former Vice President Dick Cheney, who promises to be even nuttier than Jeb when he makes an appearance of his own at the Reagan Library on September 9, two days before the 14th anniversary of 9/11.
Cheney and his daughter, Liz, will be there to sign copies of their new book,Exceptional: Why the World Needs a Powerful America. The library’s website says, “Dick and Liz Cheney explain the unique and indispensable nature of American power, reveal the damage done by President Obama’s abandonment of this principle, and show how America can and must lead again.”
Never mind that between the war in Iraq, the loss of focus on Afghanistan and the CIA torture scandal, the elder Cheney probably did more to weaken America than any other single individual in recent history.
The website goes on, “The Cheneys do what no one before them has done: chart a path forward to restoring American power and strength, explaining what must be done to reverse course, to fight and win the war on terror, to rebuild our military and reassure our allies that they can once again rely on American leadership.”
Neither parody nor irony seem intended as the website concludes, “A critical, frank, and much-needed touchstone, Exceptional should stand as a guiding principle for the potential presidential candidates in 2016—and for policymakers today and beyond.”
Talk about beyond nuts.
Perhaps if some of the other candidates do use Cheney’s book as a guiding principle, they too can prove to be even nuttier than Trump, who seems unlikely to read a book or anything else.
All anybody who wants to sound wackier than The Donald need do is begin a sentence with, “Well, Dick Cheney says…”
Meanwhile, Trump remains not just the most vulgar of the candidates, but also the front-runner.
# # #
* As anyone who's ever worked in Washington knows, Secretaries of State do not set their own agendas. They serve at the will of their President. But otherwise, this article is spot on.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Movie Review: Tom at the Farm
Not sure I'm gonna see it but the review is fun . . .
http://www.slantmagazine.com/film/review/tom-at-the-farm
Tom at the Farm
BY MATT BRENNAN
AUGUST 8, 2015
The day after Tom (Xavier Dolan) arrives at the childhood home of his recently deceased lover, Guillaume, under the slate-gray skies of a lonely territory, a swaggering, muscular torso comes up behind him and places two hands on the back of his chair. Hovering there for a moment, face beyond the edges of the frame, Francis (Pierre-Yves Cardinal), Guillaume's brother, assumes the posture of pure threat, tempting and repellent at once. The scene is, in essence, a microcosm ofTom at the Farm, a film that so thoroughly externalizes psychological states it becomes almost corporeal, a startling recombination of the film forms scholar Linda Williams famously labeled "body genres." Scraping together the techniques of horror, melodrama, and, if not pornography, then something like romance, Dolan concocts a promiscuously stylized portrait of the sadomasochistic allure of the "masculine." Tom at the Farm isn't a wet dream. It's a wet nightmare.
For the first hour, at least, the film pursues the antagonistic relationship between Tom and Francis with seductive abandon, underscoring the tension between them, sexual and otherwise, with composer Gabriel Yared's assertive strings. Adapted by Dolan and Michel Marc Bouchard from the latter's eponymous play, Tom at the Farm consummates the focused intensity of the stage with a series of seething images: a sudden chase through an autumn cornfield, bloodied hands after the birth of a calf, a face peering through the screen door of the farmhouse as if from the inside of a cage. Indeed, Tom is trapped. Whether by dint of rural Canada's social strictures or his obscurely traumatic family history, Guillaume hid his relationship with Tom from his mother, Agathe (Lise Roy), and Francis, desperate to keep her "happy" yet unwilling to relinquish his one link to life beyond the farm, holds the visitor more or less captive.
His handsome features darkened slightly by scruff, Cardinal leavens the character's violent menace with flashes of affection, achieving a sublimely discomfiting charge. As he presses his hands into Tom's neck one night, their lips nearly touching, the connection takes on the tenor of a dominant/submissive relationship shading into an abusive one. (It's possible, watching it, to be turned on, ashamed at being turned on, and turned on by the shame all at once.) Though The Hollywood Reporter's David Rooney accused Dolan of "auteurial self-adulation" after the film's debut at the 2013 Venice Film Festival, it's the filmmaker's on-screen presence that preventsTom at the Farm from devolving into a kind of sexploitation; the film's allegory for internalized homophobia, a gay man's perilous attraction to straightness itself, seems in this case deeply personal. By the time his potential savior comes along, in the form of Guillaume's beard, Sarah (Évelyne Brochu), Tom's wish to remain suggests the sense of erasure that accompanies any length of time spent in the closet. He's no longer just being held hostage, he's also holding himself.
If the film fails to resolve the challenges thrown up by its ingenious premise, turning in the final act toward more rudimentary thrills, Tom at the Farm nonetheless seizes on a bracing, specifically homoerotic expression of fear and desire. For gay men, after all, the "body genres" of horror and pornography both employ the unstable codes of body language: Culturally and sexually, the pleasures of playing with the expectations of conventional masculinity are legion, and yet, aimed at the wrong man, the longing glance or flirtatious smile can spell immense danger. It's along this tetchy boundary that Tom at the Farm constructs its finest sequence, a tango in an empty barn that edges up to the fulfillment of the main pair's mutual interest and then pulls back—or out, as the case may be. Merging the ache of arousal with the pang of suspense until they're almost indistinguishable, Francis and Tom's pas de deux thus registers as yet another microcosm of Dolan's forceful, even extravagant, work. It's not a climax, exactly, but it left me spent.
TOM AT THE FARM ★★★ (3/4 stars) Written by: Xavier Dolan and Michel Marc Bouchard Starring: Xavier Dolan, Pierre-Yves Cardinal and Lise Roy Running time: 102 min.
The day after Tom (Xavier Dolan) arrives at the childhood home of his recently deceased lover, Guillaume, under the slate-gray skies of a lonely territory, a swaggering, muscular torso comes up behind him and places two hands on the back of his chair. Hovering there for a moment, face beyond the edges of the frame, Francis (Pierre-Yves Cardinal), Guillaume's brother, assumes the posture of pure threat, tempting and repellent at once. The scene is, in essence, a microcosm ofTom at the Farm, a film that so thoroughly externalizes psychological states it becomes almost corporeal, a startling recombination of the film forms scholar Linda Williams famously labeled "body genres." Scraping together the techniques of horror, melodrama, and, if not pornography, then something like romance, Dolan concocts a promiscuously stylized portrait of the sadomasochistic allure of the "masculine." Tom at the Farm isn't a wet dream. It's a wet nightmare.
For the first hour, at least, the film pursues the antagonistic relationship between Tom and Francis with seductive abandon, underscoring the tension between them, sexual and otherwise, with composer Gabriel Yared's assertive strings. Adapted by Dolan and Michel Marc Bouchard from the latter's eponymous play, Tom at the Farm consummates the focused intensity of the stage with a series of seething images: a sudden chase through an autumn cornfield, bloodied hands after the birth of a calf, a face peering through the screen door of the farmhouse as if from the inside of a cage. Indeed, Tom is trapped. Whether by dint of rural Canada's social strictures or his obscurely traumatic family history, Guillaume hid his relationship with Tom from his mother, Agathe (Lise Roy), and Francis, desperate to keep her "happy" yet unwilling to relinquish his one link to life beyond the farm, holds the visitor more or less captive.
His handsome features darkened slightly by scruff, Cardinal leavens the character's violent menace with flashes of affection, achieving a sublimely discomfiting charge. As he presses his hands into Tom's neck one night, their lips nearly touching, the connection takes on the tenor of a dominant/submissive relationship shading into an abusive one. (It's possible, watching it, to be turned on, ashamed at being turned on, and turned on by the shame all at once.) Though The Hollywood Reporter's David Rooney accused Dolan of "auteurial self-adulation" after the film's debut at the 2013 Venice Film Festival, it's the filmmaker's on-screen presence that preventsTom at the Farm from devolving into a kind of sexploitation; the film's allegory for internalized homophobia, a gay man's perilous attraction to straightness itself, seems in this case deeply personal. By the time his potential savior comes along, in the form of Guillaume's beard, Sarah (Évelyne Brochu), Tom's wish to remain suggests the sense of erasure that accompanies any length of time spent in the closet. He's no longer just being held hostage, he's also holding himself.
If the film fails to resolve the challenges thrown up by its ingenious premise, turning in the final act toward more rudimentary thrills, Tom at the Farm nonetheless seizes on a bracing, specifically homoerotic expression of fear and desire. For gay men, after all, the "body genres" of horror and pornography both employ the unstable codes of body language: Culturally and sexually, the pleasures of playing with the expectations of conventional masculinity are legion, and yet, aimed at the wrong man, the longing glance or flirtatious smile can spell immense danger. It's along this tetchy boundary that Tom at the Farm constructs its finest sequence, a tango in an empty barn that edges up to the fulfillment of the main pair's mutual interest and then pulls back—or out, as the case may be. Merging the ache of arousal with the pang of suspense until they're almost indistinguishable, Francis and Tom's pas de deux thus registers as yet another microcosm of Dolan's forceful, even extravagant, work. It's not a climax, exactly, but it left me spent.
TOM AT THE FARM ★★★ (3/4 stars) Written by: Xavier Dolan and Michel Marc Bouchard Starring: Xavier Dolan, Pierre-Yves Cardinal and Lise Roy Running time: 102 min.
Biphobia Is a Destructive Force
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/neil-endicott/biphobia-is-a-destructive-force-in-our-community_b_7965970.html?
Biphobia Is a Destructive Force -- And It Needs to Stop
NEIL ENDICOTT
Bisexuality Coach and Author of 'How to be a Happy Bisexual'.
Posted: 08/11/2015 9:02 am EDT
Biphobia has a destructive impact on bisexual people's lives. It pushes many of us to hide in the closet to avoid ridicule and rejection. It can affect our well-being and sense of identity. It makes it harder for us to develop confidence and be assertive about who we are.
Looking back on my own experience, some relatively small incidences of biphobia had a large and negative effect on my life.
I first came out when I was 19 to a straight girlfriend. She was taken aback, but seemed pleased that I wanted to be open with her.
Shortly afterwards, the jokes started.
Smiling, she asked me if I was in love with a male friend of mine. "No, why would I be?," I replied. "I was only joking!" she said. Later, she started calling me "gay boy," I think intending it to be a kind of in-joke. I didn't like it, but at the time I lacked the confidence to challenge her.
Then she announced that I wasn't bisexual after all. She'd consulted with a gay friend of hers who told her that bisexual men didn't exist. I was just a confused straight person looking for attention. To her, I fancied myself as a latter-day Lord Byron figure, trying to mark myself out as different and special.
I admit that back then, I liked being told by someone that I was really straight. I didn't want to be bisexual, and the fact that I knew in my heart that I was, and always would be bi, made me unhappy.
On the day we split up, she didn't waste the opportunity to tease me about my professed bisexuality. "Bisexual then!" she said, shaking her head, "Really? What a silly boy you are!" We didn't speak much after that.
Her denial and mockery expressed not only her biphobia, but her difficulty in accepting that I might be telling the truth. By turning it into a joke, she was able to erase the possibility of bisexuality, and fit me into a simpler category that made sense to her.
She was unaware, however, that her actions had a serious impact on my sense ofidentity. Having plucked up the courage to come out to her (the first person I had ever come out to), it felt like a slap in the face not to be taken seriously. I was learning that honesty about my sexuality could cause problems.
A few years later, I mentioned to a friend that I was bisexual. I wanted to share this fact about myself to ease the burden of my shame and discomfort. I wanted someone else to know and accept who I was. My friend seemed uncomfortable with the news. He told me that when men say they're bisexual, they're actually gay. He didn't seem to want to discuss it further. I didn't want to argue. I knew that the recognition I needed was not going to come from him. We didn't discuss it again.
I decided it would be safer not to talk about my bisexuality anymore. I went back into the closet and stayed there until my late 20s.
Nowadays, as an openly bisexual 30-something man, I respond assertively to biphobic comments and beliefs. But as a younger man, I wasn't confident enough to challenge such ignorance, and instead retreated into myself.
The strange thing is that the two people I first came out to were people who I liked, who liked me, and who in other ways treated me well. Somehow, though, they couldn't cope with the idea of me being bisexual.
I was a victim of biphobia, but so were they. They had absorbed society's biphobia, and when confronted with a bisexual person, they didn't know what to do but rely on the misguided ideas and stereotypes about bisexuals that still persist in our culture.
Since I came out to everyone in my late 20s, I've been lucky, for the most part, to find the acceptance and recognition that I wanted. I've been able to develop a sense of confidence in my sexuality, and I feel happy now about being bisexual. I know from experience that feeling comfortable about your bisexuality is something that you can learn, despite the existence of biphobia.
It would have been so much easier though, if I'd received a warm welcome, rather than prejudice, when I first came out.
Neil Endicott is a bisexuality coach and author of 'How to be a Happy Bisexual: A Guide to Self-Acceptance and Wellbeing'. He blogs on bisexuality and wellbeing athappybisexual.com
Bisexuality Coach and Author of 'How to be a Happy Bisexual'.
Posted: 08/11/2015 9:02 am EDT
Biphobia has a destructive impact on bisexual people's lives. It pushes many of us to hide in the closet to avoid ridicule and rejection. It can affect our well-being and sense of identity. It makes it harder for us to develop confidence and be assertive about who we are.
Looking back on my own experience, some relatively small incidences of biphobia had a large and negative effect on my life.
I first came out when I was 19 to a straight girlfriend. She was taken aback, but seemed pleased that I wanted to be open with her.
Shortly afterwards, the jokes started.
Smiling, she asked me if I was in love with a male friend of mine. "No, why would I be?," I replied. "I was only joking!" she said. Later, she started calling me "gay boy," I think intending it to be a kind of in-joke. I didn't like it, but at the time I lacked the confidence to challenge her.
Then she announced that I wasn't bisexual after all. She'd consulted with a gay friend of hers who told her that bisexual men didn't exist. I was just a confused straight person looking for attention. To her, I fancied myself as a latter-day Lord Byron figure, trying to mark myself out as different and special.
I admit that back then, I liked being told by someone that I was really straight. I didn't want to be bisexual, and the fact that I knew in my heart that I was, and always would be bi, made me unhappy.
On the day we split up, she didn't waste the opportunity to tease me about my professed bisexuality. "Bisexual then!" she said, shaking her head, "Really? What a silly boy you are!" We didn't speak much after that.
Her denial and mockery expressed not only her biphobia, but her difficulty in accepting that I might be telling the truth. By turning it into a joke, she was able to erase the possibility of bisexuality, and fit me into a simpler category that made sense to her.
She was unaware, however, that her actions had a serious impact on my sense ofidentity. Having plucked up the courage to come out to her (the first person I had ever come out to), it felt like a slap in the face not to be taken seriously. I was learning that honesty about my sexuality could cause problems.
I decided it would be safer not to talk about my bisexuality anymore. I went back into the closet and stayed there until my late 20s.
Nowadays, as an openly bisexual 30-something man, I respond assertively to biphobic comments and beliefs. But as a younger man, I wasn't confident enough to challenge such ignorance, and instead retreated into myself.
The strange thing is that the two people I first came out to were people who I liked, who liked me, and who in other ways treated me well. Somehow, though, they couldn't cope with the idea of me being bisexual.
I was a victim of biphobia, but so were they. They had absorbed society's biphobia, and when confronted with a bisexual person, they didn't know what to do but rely on the misguided ideas and stereotypes about bisexuals that still persist in our culture.
Since I came out to everyone in my late 20s, I've been lucky, for the most part, to find the acceptance and recognition that I wanted. I've been able to develop a sense of confidence in my sexuality, and I feel happy now about being bisexual. I know from experience that feeling comfortable about your bisexuality is something that you can learn, despite the existence of biphobia.
It would have been so much easier though, if I'd received a warm welcome, rather than prejudice, when I first came out.
Neil Endicott is a bisexuality coach and author of 'How to be a Happy Bisexual: A Guide to Self-Acceptance and Wellbeing'. He blogs on bisexuality and wellbeing athappybisexual.com
Monday, August 10, 2015
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Another movie I missed when it came out . . .
BURNING BLUE
"They have been trained to meet danger head-on, to execute vital strategic maneuvers while flying at breathtaking speeds. But after a series of fatal accidents, a close-knit squadron of male Navy pilots begins to splinter—and becomes the focus of a criminal investigation. As a government agent digs to uncover the cause of the accidents, two of the pilots engage in a secret, forbidden relationship. Their affair is exposed...and the squadron is engulfed by an incendiary scandal that will challenge each pilot's notions of friendship, love, honor and courage."
HYJ Pic of the Day
Great combo of HYJ (hot young jock), hair in the right places, outdoors, bball, and nice sweat patterns . . .
Friday, August 7, 2015
Thursday, August 6, 2015
#Free the Bacon
Kevin Bacon demands more male nudity in Hollywood
Published on Aug 4, 2015
Kevin Bacon has a bone to pick with you, Hollywood. Male actors are rarely given the opportunity to be gratuitously naked, and it's not fair.
BTW, saw this first on "The Closet Professor" -- http://closetprofessor.blogspot.com/
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