James Franco heads into the AMA after-party at the Chateau Marmont in West Hollywood carrying – what else? – the homo classic City of Night by John Rechy, because what else would James Franco do at a party except let everyone know he’s reading a book about gay hustlers? WE GET IT. YOU LIKE THE GAYS. YOU FIND OUR DARK AND MYSTERIOUS SUBCULTURE WORTHY OF PLUNDERING FOR YOUR AHHHRT. *throws hands in air* Just leave the book in the car, Dr Livingston. (Photo: Pacific Coast News)
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From Filthy Dreams, a tribute to trailblazing underground superstar and drag pioneer (BUT DON’T YOU DARE CALL HIM A DRAG QUEEN!) Mario Montez: “One of Andy Warhol’s ‘superstars,’ Charles Ludlam’s ‘ridiculous’ underground drag actresses and queer film forefather Jack Smith’s ‘flaming creatures,’ Mario Montez sadly passed away this week in Key West. An inspiration to underground filmmakers, drag queens, and anyone with a keen sense of camp and old Hollywood glamour, Montez is undoubtedly an influential figure in the subcultural history of film, theater, art, and queer performance. Born Rene Rivera in Puerto Rico, Montez began his career as Dolores Flores in Jack Smith’s iconic dream-like film Flaming Creatures, renaming himself Mario Montez after Smith’s favorite Hollywood actress/gay icon Maria Montez, who, let’s be honest, was already almost a drag queen. Learning his campy acting style from watching old movies, Montez’s exotic beauty fit right into Jack Smith’s oriental queer utopic visions, continuing to work with Smith in his perpetually unfinished epic Normal Love…” Continue reading here.
(Video, top: Andy Warhol’s Mario Banana; screen grab from Jack Smith’s Normal Love; and an autographed pic from Mario to playwright/drag icon Charles Ludlam)
When news of Karen Black’s death spread around the office yesterday, among the wailing and gnashing of teeth were whispers of “Who’s she?” from the younger cubs. The heresy! Karen Black was only the most vivid, iconic, and versatile actress of ALL TIME! With her slightly crossed eyes and big, frizzy hair, she was the perfect everywoman. Here’s a primer for those who don’t know, and a fond look back for those who do.
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)