Showing posts with label badassery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label badassery. Show all posts

Friday, May 29, 2009

The Only Piece On Lambo Cockrissian You Need To Read

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So.....

We were really gonna let this whole Lambo thing go. He lost, yet yll over the intertubes you can read and view statements of his coyness (is that word?) about his involvement in the acts of buttfuckery.

Yet, Richard at Gawker has summed up our feelings. So here it is:



You know what, Adam Lambert? Just can it with the coy shit. Everyone knows the American Idol second-placer is a big ol' homo from Fruitington Corners, but in every goddamn interview the lurching behemoth always says things like "keep speculating..." And I wish he'd just man up and step out.

Not that people should be forced to come out of the closet, but fool keeps calling himself a role model, and then won't acknowledge the fact that he's the gayest thing since Jody Watley got lost in the Tenderloin that one time. You can't really call yourself a role model, I don't think in this post-Prop 8 bullshit era of codified homophobia, while completely playing "tee heeeeee" with the press about something as fundamental and unchangeable as who you like to put your junk into. Is it anyone's business? Of course it's not. But would it be nice, just for fucking once, for a clearly gay, currently popular (and that's fleeting, Mary. Don't think it isn't. You're gonna be whistling the national anthem at state fairs come this time next year) to step up to the plate and say "You know what? Forget my own career, I'm gay. I'm well-liked (currently) and visible and I'm a proud gay American"? Yes that would be really nice. Because it would be honest and brave and true and exactly what (in some small part) the struggling gay youth of America needs. A person who everyone loved who also just happens to be gay.

So, Mr. Lambert, I know the coy shit is fun and cutesy and oohhh hoo hoo don't you chuckle to yourself between gulps, but it's all starting to come off a bit latent and scaredy-cat and lame. And the more you're teasing and "Maybe I'll come out in Rolling Stone, maybe I won't..." the more it becomes something that should be teased about, something that should be hinted and whispered. And it's not. It's a fact like any other fact. So please, either be honest and forthcoming about yourself, or just shut the hell up, make way for the real men, and stop calling yourself a role model. Because right now the only person you're a role model to is the kids who want to be what they want to be, but also don't want anyone to know about it. And that's sad.

Update! Yes, I know he's supposedly coming out on the cover of Rolling Stone next week. So, good for him! And good for Rolling Stone! How wonderfully this whole thing has been parlayed into a money-making endeavor. The gay community is so grateful to you, Adam.




Richard Lawson is our new hero.

via Gawker

Thursday, May 28, 2009

This Girl Made Us Cry Last Night



Not because of the story, but the talent.

So You Think You Can Dance is one our guiltiest pleasures, and we usually root for a dude (Travis , Nick , etc.)

But Caitlin Kinney's got it.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Just Go Read This



From Jesus' General:

I have a couple of other responses to my emails that I haven't posted yet, because I was hoping to get further responses from them. It's been a couple of months now, and I haven't, so I'll post the first one today. It's from Hi-Caliber, the conservative rapper.

I wrote him in March, shortly after he performed at CPAC, and asked him if he'd be interested in performing at our Men's Purity Revival and Survivalist Fair in Oct. Here's a excerpt from that letter:


"It's going to be a heck of a lot of manly fun. We'll have purity discussions and films, military-style training, Christian Spartan-style wrestling, spiritual warfare, and an Oktoberfest party where we'll drink real near beer and do that Bavarian dance where guys slap each other.

We'd need you to do a rap song at the beginning of each day (four in all), and do two or three raps before and after the wrestling...

At least one of your songs would have to be about the sin of masturbation and another about why we should hate the gay...."




Be sure and check this out, too.

Gold.


via Jesus' General

Lambo's Back, Along With His Package



Also, this was pretty sad.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

This Phone Sex Operator Is Straight Genius, Son



From videogum:

New York-based comedian Gil Ozeri has a series of prank phone calls in which he calls phone sex operators and tells them that he has a weird fetish, like "Old Timey Barbers," or "Jewish Mother Stereotypes." That's a funny premise. Someone should turn it into a coffee table audio book. But his latest call in which he tells the phone sex operator that he is into "really bad comedians, like hack comedians," is particularly inspired. Because he happened to get a phone sex operator who is a comedic genius.


Check this one out, too.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Half The World Has Seen This, But Who Cares?



Coffee shot across our screen the first time we saw this.

From the Youtubes description:

This song aired on The Mornin' Show, a local program carried by NBC affiliate WTVA in Tupelo, Mississippi.

BREAKING NEWS: BREAKFAST SINGERS IDENTIFIED!

This from Tom Joyners website www.blackamericaweb.com. The lady singer was interviewed on his March 13th show.

In the clip, Minister Cleo Clariet and his fiancé Katherine Lane are shown singing on "The Kay Bain Show" in Tupelo, Mississippi in May or June of 2004.

Clariet passed away from congenital heart disease on Dec. 13, 2004. Lane said he would have been thrilled to know his song is now entertaining so many people.



Our fave line: "No mo' Cap'n Crunch"

via videogum

Someone's Dad Sings About Rihanna And Chris Brown



BertGriffin88 is our hero for the day.

via videogum

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Why We Watch Hardball: Reason 15,623



If you don't have time to watch the whole deal, here's one of the highlights:

Tuesday, February 17, 2009