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Sure, he was an ornery old goat, and his weird, self-loathing views about gays were enough to make you want to vomit, but there’s no denying that Gore Vidal was one of the most compelling characters of the 20th century. Here’s an excerpt from Tim Teeman’s explosive new exposé In Bed With Gore Vidal: Hustlers, Hollywood and the Private World of an American Master, to be published in November by Magnus Books. (via Kenneth in the 212)
“Vidal loved sex, and gossiping about it: he estimated he had had sex with a thousand men before he was 25. He told his nephew Burr Steers he had successfully pursued and had sex with Fred Astaire when he first moved to Hollywood. Steers says, “He also told me Dennis Hopper had a lovely tuft of hair above his ass. He never told me how he knew that.” Another close friend of Vidal’s revealed Vidal had asked, when hearing the friend was staying at the legendarily louche Chateau Marmont, “How is the Chateau?”, before adding: “Brad Davis [star of Midnight Express and Querelle] was a beautiful boy and I fucked him on the bathroom floor of the Chateau Marmont.” Davis, who was HIV-positive, died of a drug overdose in 1991.”
Fag fight! Fag fight! Not sure what the hell is going on in this clip from the 1968 private eye flick PJ starring the delicious George Peppard (Breakfast at Tiffany’s), but those homos seemed REEEEEALLY pissed at him. And I’m not sure of the the historical accuracy of this pre-Stonewall gay boîte (did leather queens really all have expertly manicured talons and wear lethal statement rings in 1968?), but it’s an interesting look at the way gays were portrayed by the media pre-Teen Wolf. How many gay clichés can you count? (And were they clichés at the time, I guess is the larger question?) (via Sissy Dude)
CANDY DARLING: It’s a hot afternoon.
LAUREN HUTTON: Sultry.
DARLING: It’s a sultry summer afternoon.
HUTTON: In 1973 New York.
DARLING: My name is Candy Darling and I’m interviewing the famous model-actress Lauren Hutton.
DARLING: Lorna Hutton, excuse me. Tell me Lauren is Lorna Hutton your real name?
HUTTON: No, my real name is V.R.R. Smitty Doe. Doe for short.
DARLING: I see, why did you change it?
HUTTON: I thought I needed something more glamorous.
DARLING: I just thought I would ask.
HUTTON: I know you know it. I told you the other night.
DARLING: Our readers would like to know this stuff. Now, let’s see. What other question.
HUTTON: My God, you’ve got four sheets of paper there, Candy.
DARLING: Yes, well usually we only ask half a page but you’re getting the full four-page treatment.
HUTTON: This isn’t going to be an interview, it’s going to be an interrogation!
DARLING: Exactly. Now tell me, dear, about this movie you’re about to start work on.
HUTTON: Karl Reisz is directing it, The Gambler with James Caan. Reisz is very good. He did Morgan and Isadora.
Read the whole interview at Interview.
Last night I watched The Public Enemy – the ultra-graphic pre-code gangster flick which catapulted Jimmy Cagney to superstardom back in 1931 – and was absolutely gobsmacked by this scene. Tough-guy bootleggers Tom and Mike (played by Cagney and the humpy Edward Woods) are movin’ on up in the world, see, so they visit a couple of swishy, uptown tailors to get some new duds. Clearly, these guys are queens. BIG queens. Douglas Gerrard, as the assistant tailor, gushes over Jimmy’s biceps and generally just fags out on him. But as rough and violent as Jimmy is (a couple of scenes later he hatefully smashes a grapefruit in poor Mae Clarke’s face), he’s incredibly tolerant of these two. Sure, he winces a smidge when the assistant measures his inseam, but that’s played for laughs. In fact, if ANYTHING, he’s flirting with him when he keeps repeating HOW MUCH ROOM he needs in his pants DOWN THERE. It’s a fascinating scene, well worth taking a look.
“This is the outrageous story of one of the most decadent and influential times in music history… A torrid tale of sex, drugs, and excess… 250 kids really did change the way we lived and looked and played and partied in this country.” Hmmm. Sounds vaguely familiar. But no, it’s not the club kids, it’s our immediate predecessors and spirit guides, the Blitz Kids of London. A full 48 minutes documenting the most legendary New Romantic gender-benders, clubland freaks, and fashion independents who defined the early ’80s British music and club scene. They’re all there: Steve Strange, Boy George, Marilyn, Alice Temple, Princess Julia, Philips Sallon, Martin Degville… In other words: ’80s NIRVANA!
A partially restored PSA from the 1930s warns viewers about agressive lesbians in the workplace. In the short film, Peggy attempts to seduce her innocent coworker Betty, caressing the other woman’s arms, taking her to a movie, and inviting her for a sleepover. WATCH OUT, PEGGY! (via HuffPo)