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By Michael Kaplan. July 28, pm Updated August 30, pm. If you were sexually adventurous in s Hollywood, you needed to know gas station attendant Scotty Bowers.
Waiting in the wings for a while, Fischerspooner is about to take flight with its major label debut disc 1 Capitol. Yeah, I know, all the underground electronic music junkies and performance art aficionados are going to claim that they've known about this NYC-based duo Warren Fischer and Casey Spooner before everyone else, but what will that get them? For those not in-the-know, but hungering to be, Fischerspooner's well-timed debut disc earns a place for itself among the electro-clash releases of the past year or so, with its swelling synths and futuristic vocals.
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When I first began digging a bit deeper into the available information about queer artists, it became clear that Jonny McGovern's Hey Qween is an amazing resource. Finally, I found a place where the interviewee was treated as a three dimensional person -- not just a drag queen or a porn star or a transexual actress. A long-time staple in the gay-entertainment community, Jonny is able to get from his guests completely candid, genuine dialogue, which is sorely missing from most media representations of queer artists.
The company had come to Los Angeles to dance in the Olympic Arts Festivaland my parents volunteered to host a post-performance dinner in our backyard. I recall about people — family friends, Olympic officials and maybe 25 dancers — eating curry is that right? No, this is about the ballerino — my word for him — I met and what he represented to a lonely gay kid in Southern California ina kid who had never before met another gay person.
He arranged and occasionally participated in discreet hookups for men who liked men and women who liked women. These trysts took place in nearby hotel rooms, a trailer, and even a bathroom, where a peephole was installed so folks could pay and watch. Such was the enterprising nature of this Hollywood pimp. Bowers insists in the film and in the book that he felt he was doing nothing wrong, though there are concerns raised in the film about the ethics of Bowers outing dead celebrities like Pidgeon, Spencer Tracy, and Beech Dickerson who were his clients.
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If you're a gay man on the Internet, it's statistically likely that someone sent you a TV commercial parody called "Gay Juice" last week. Even if this viral smash somehow missed your in-box, you probably know the work of its creator, queer comedian Jonny McGovern. I particularly love the bits where he transforms from a straight guy into a catty queen when the moon is full -- and the comic music videos featuring McGovern as his Gay Pimp persona are long-standing faves at gay video bars and on YouTube.