How It Is

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Hey Bay Area! Tomorrow Night. Whatever Your Other Plans Might Be . . .

Daphne Guinness Is Dead

[ interrobang ]

photo : Tim Jenkins

“Rest In Peace (And Jewels). . . “

I read the head-line & felt my stomach drop like a hackneyed phrase.

The style icon ” laid to rest ” by jeweler Shaun Leane

Tom Ford — but you already knew this, Y/Y?

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Fang-Bangin’ With Vincent & Kermy

Amidst all the fangnaticism
[ as a matter of fact, yes : I do watch it ]

I bring you
—  this moment —

[ Image Source : The Vault of Horror ]

&
In full histrionic glory, via animated GIF. . .

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Reading Is Fundamental

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[ Source : Sleepless In Southie ]

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“You wanna talk about reading? Let’s. Talk. About. Reading. . . “

[ Paris Is Burning ]

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Nothing’s Better Than Mascara In The Present Moment

« † »

This Track, All Week—
I’ve Been Living. For. It :

“  Stealer ” by  MASCARA / The Present Moment

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MΔS·CΔRA

The Present Moment

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The Adonis Factor: In Demand & “On Demand”

Recently, I wrote about

a documentary about body issues among gay men*
in which I appear.

*[ I'll do us all a favor & skip my Queers-vs-Gays diatribe ; sound like a deal? ]

Well, as it turns out. . .

At Both The Right Time [ Your Leisure ]
& Price [ Free ] ,

an [ edited ] version is available for your on-line viewing

☆— Embed Source : Logo TV —☆

UNLIKE THAT ENGORGED NIP BLINKING A MESSAGE OF
“TOUCH ME/TWEAK ME/C’MON FREAK ME, BABY” IN [ WH ]ORSE CODE

The Following Info?  Bitch, Don’t Get It Twisted. . .

Said another way?

No, I’m not providing marked time codes as any sort of encouragement to
“just fast-forward to [my] section.”  If I were that much of an egomaniac,
I’d have—oh, I don’t know—assaulted you countless times via Facebook
messages [ HATE. THOSE! ] & event invites for The Adonis Factor‘s
4 pm time slot among the airwaves, this Sunday past. . .

On the contrary, the [ forthcoming ] digits have been designated
for those who might be skimming this text &—at the moment—have but a few minutes to spare.

IN SUCH AN INSTANCE, HOWEVER, THE IDEA
IS THAT YOU’LL RETURN WHEN CHANCE PRESENTS.

Not only am I grateful to have been chosen as an interviewee for this film with such timely subject matter,
but I also want to formally express my thanks to the scribes who’ve included me in reviews :
those in which I’m mentioned by name or [ somewhat ] reasonable facsimilie ,
as well as references to me by archetype, regardless of phrasing.

All the clichés about “the ugly side of being beautiful,” a director’s “unflinching gaze” [ homophone much? ] :
they’re all applicable—as are the strong reactions Hines’ investigation provokes.

[ one example ] :

“‘If you’re gonna be gay, you’re just gonna have to experience the wrath of the A crowd,’
one perfect 10 in search of an 11 attests.

Some of us are just too allergic to house music to hazard that . . .”

quips Dennis Harvey, in his review ”Get Thee To The Gym”
for the San Francisco Bay Guardian

He continues :

“Whoever said opposites attract clearly never went to the Folsom Street Fair, where every body type
runs in packs of two (or several). Sure, mom said looks aren’t everything. But was she a gay man?
It’s brutal out there. Combine a sophisticated, compartmentalized urban gay scene
like San Francisco’s own with the Internet’s heightened judging-book-by-cover —
no actual book reading implied — and you’ve got a recipe for looks obsessiveness
that can snare even the safely off-market.”

To which filmmaker Christopher Hines counters, via
interview with Edge New York :

“The point of the film is that we’re men. We’re not going to hold hands and sing ’Kumbaya’
and just all be nice to each other.”

Touché, Mssr. Hines. . . Touché!

That being stated, my Q & A [ conducted on a sweltering summer afternoon, sans the luxury
of air conditioning—hence the Yes-I-Know-I-Could-Moonlight-at-KFC, Honey /
Ain't-No-Need-To-Mention-My-Mug-Being-Beyond-"Dewy" look ]

is nestled within the

25:17 — 28:37

time frame.

If you can survive the commercials
[ we're all impatient, so don't even consider visiting that territory—
same as the unedited, 30 minute longer version with extras:
convenience is a privilege, not a 'right' ]

You’ll see

Behind-The-Scenes Footage from a Mother-Of-London Photo Shoot

featuring make-up artist Stacey Hummell, Design Assistant Marion Clinton
& The Mother Herselfness, Mildred Von Hildegard
* a.k.a. Miss Camera-Shy, Hair Dyed The Color Of Corroded Metal

— as well as —
the photography of
[ listed in order of appearance ] :

[ From The L.A. Weekly : Red Cross, Blue Liz McGrath Sculpture/Background ] : Kevin Scanlon

[ Red Not Dead : On Location, Filming of POX ] : Piper Ferguson

[ From Frontiers Newsmagazine : Green Hat, Turkey-Bone Bouquet by Adele Mildred ] : Amanda Brooks

» Sequence Break : My ‘Lower-Third’/Establishing Shot/Intro «

“I’m Nikki Fucking Narcotic. Do You Know How Many Friends I Have On MySpace?!”

[ It's Nikki.  Y'know, Nikki Narcotic . . . Yeah, Well: NIKKI KNOWS. You know?! ]

“I’m sick & fucking tired of all these haters!”

Oh, GL▲SS †33†H :

How you fill my shattered, charcoal-stained heart with glee.

There was a moment—a brief blip on history’s collective monitor, one might say—in which
the tiara-adorned Scene Queen had a significant role in the inexplicable phenomenon
referred to as “ CeWebrity .” [ Yes, I know it's heinous. Do I need to spell every— ]

[ CUT TO ] : a formulaic Wiki How ; How-To & Tribute Videos ; an on-line ‘zine & social
networking community ; hubs like Be-Scene.org & Scene Central, a virtual locale for
“ladies in waiting” [ no, but really ] & aspiring Scene Kings to—hell, I don’t know…
compare quiz scores while waiting to see if their applications for anointment
were accepted, I suppose.

Some of the O.G. S.Q.s [ yep, sure did ] parlayed their notoriety into lucrative businesses.
Others?  Well, I’m sure they could tell you.

As for the new breed?

For fuck’s sake, don’t call yourself a ” scene queen .” [ or king . . . or TS, etc. ]
EVER.

That’s. . .just. . . humiliating.

Whatever the case,

as with Cosmo, The Rules or any other ‘How-To’ Guide :
If you really want to

&     BE      A

My advice?
Bust your own fkn’ move.

Don’t get me wrong: there’s some wicked adorable kids among the lot,
fantastic explosions of color and creative expression .

[ Courtney Dior = one such example of Cuteness ]

hyper-hyphenate
[ photographer/poet/model/memoir author ] Kris Kidd

image credit : Kesler Tran

However, insofar as Nikki?

Short of the long: this  amalgamation fictitious character encapsulates the monstrous end of the spectrum,
in which rigid Ranking Systems and bratty, entitled behavior is the norm.

C H E C K   ±   I T  :

 

NARC by GL▲SS †33†H

[ Mmm-hrmm. Yeah, whatever Nikki. Bet your skank-ass extensions you'd troll efagz
to see if your asinine antics merit discussion, even. ]

But enough about Nikki—she’s so 2007, I’m surprised she isn’t donning a miniature top hat smothered
in Hello Kitty appliques while “modeling” a cupcake, middle finger of her other hand
extended in that universal gesture of bad breeding.

What I’m really here to talk about?
The Correctness Maximus who immortalized her :  GL▲SS †33†H

It’s like this:

What you need in your life is a physical copy of their EP
available through Black Bvs Records

Unless, of course, you’re like Andie Walsh & have more pressing issues…

N a m e l y , the dilemma of

prom queen by GL▲SS †33†H

[ Oh, & Y E S : Another Cyanide-Coated Piece of Perfection, It Is! ]

[ digital downloads available via Bandcamp ]

Also, out now
through Phantasma Disques :

GL▲SS †33†H / ℑ⊇≥◊≤⊆ℜ [of Mater Suspiria Vision ]

Split CDR

†

[ Full disclosure: I even went so far as to pre-order a copy, like the fan girl I'm not. . .usually ]

†

Additional resources for this band that’s been dominating my nano as of late :

[ on The 'Tubes ]

GL▲SS †33†H on Facebook

MySpazz

Last.fm

 

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Goth Done Right [ via Steven Meisel ]

“Here, its drama is spellbinding,
& its darkness is palpable…”

Gemma Ward † Caroline Trentini † Iselin Steiro † Lily Donaldson † Agyness Deyn † Sasha Pivovarova

A moment worth re-visiting, from the “In My Tribe” editorial
Fashion Rocks Magazine , 2007

[ VIEW FULL SIZE ]

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Tumblr Reciprocation : Life Beyond The “68-&-Owe-One” Mentality

Oh, sweetness. Is it too much to fathom, the thought of dipping into the population?
This business with the little people—you know, your “followers”. . .
Can you simply Not. Be. Bothered?

Excluding the rare exception [ namely, bashin' my dash with—well, content I don't want to encourage;
hence, the deliberate omission], I don’t understand why a person wouldn’t “follow back.” Granted,
I’m still a novice in the grand scheme of tumblrification, but I don’t know of a means by which
one can tell how many “followers” a person has. . .nor do I care to, quite frankly.

I mean, MySpace has gone down the shitter—it doesn’t even have a name anymore;
that’s how far removed it is from social relevance.

Didn’t the myopic Don’t-You-Know-How-Many-”Friends”-I-Have mindset accompany it?

[ Seriously? But SERIOUSLY ]

It’s rudimentary, my take on this sitch:
the primary function of tumblr’s dashboard [ or "feed" ] is that of an open dialogue, a continuous conversation
in which anyone from the 200 countries scattered around this curious planet we inhabit
has a unique opportunity [ so long as there's internet access, though that's a given—
I might as well be telling you it gets dark at night. . . ]

Because tumblr’s predominant means of communication is by way of a visual vocabulary, the opportunity
of which I speak is the ability for an individual to participate in the site’s ostensibly endless discussion
without the usual complications 6,800 different languages present.

Sure, music is a ‘universal language’; we’re familiar with the adage, most of us.

In the case of tumblr, however,
the ability to upload videos & mp3s further validates my premise/rationale, rather than dilutes it.

[ She's So Happening, via ThreeFrames.net ]

So : short of the long? Yeah, I follow back.
I also acknowledge that the sum of one’s “followers” does not deify.

[ Icarus much? I'd mutter Give Me A Break, but we have our day in the sun : each & every. . . ]

Oh, & when I attend a potluck dinner?

I don’t only eat the dish I brought.

#knowwhatimfawkinsayin’ ?

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GIF It To Me! [ Princess Hijab & Other Animated Awesomesaucery ]

 

As A Kid, I Often Said I Wished I Could Speak In Hieroglyphics

How rad it would be, I thought
[ though—since the timeline I'm referencing is circa rural Arkansas—
quite likely not verbatim, my choice of vernacular ]

If I could “talk with pictures”: fancy symbols—except
not carved in stone, but rather contained
in word bubbles,

like in a comic strip . . .

Y E A H .

A funny thing, time : cycles : that
symbol of the serpent swallowing its tail

All these years later, & where do I find myself?

Obsessed with animated .gifs, for fuck’s sake—&
yearning to communicate through means of a visual vocabulary.

I mean, let’s face it…does this gem excavated-from-the-uncredited-swag-on-imgur
not speak volumes?

Or how about this for a response?

[ Source: Sex With God : tumblr ]

& this flash-tastic action? Is it worth the proverbial thousand words?
Or does it have no value, since you’re such a worldly, highly-experienced Millennial?

[ So tough, the inured existence of a Trustafarian on tumblr, oui? ]

Hasty generalizations & snide jabs swept aside like unpaid internships, corporeal punishment,
or any scenario in which Unique, Special Beings aren’t coddled—even & especially
if [ HARMPH! ] “so-o-o bored.”

Sure : sometimes animated awesomesauce does get served with syllables & consonants…

For example: this little ditty by Seacrestcheadle, which—if Facefail permitted such forms of communication—
I would’ve plastered many moons ago on the ‘Wall’ of my pal Ugly Shyla ♥ [ because yeah, She 'Gets It ']

Alas! Seacrestcheadle isn’t why I’ve chosen to “get bloggy” this fine day
[ though worthy a post of his own, indeed! ]

Au contraire, I’ve intended to post about the following individual
for quite some time now, & finally: here we are—&
here the moment is…

If by chance you’re not familiar with the guerilla art of

Princess Hijab

Then please consider this a formal invitation to become acquainted, your
introduction by way of brief video clip [ courtesy : Babelgum ]

Admitted : at times the six-minute doc plays w-a-y-y-y Richter in the histrionics department
[ not to imply I don't—my guess is that producers urged Hijab to "ratchet up the drama"
for the cameras ] :  to “raise the stakes,” ”show the element of danger,” “provide some
conflict”…as if the visual assaults she orchestrates aren’t confrontational enough.

However, to be fair [ I mean : gauche much, Mary?  I'm only using their content! ]
I could be making excuses for the artist, when she’s portrayed exactly as she is.

 

O.K.!

Now that you have a bit of background info, I don’t feel as if I’m doing a dis-service by
sharing ‘only’ the digital art she creates.

Y’see, aside from recalcitrant acts of  Hijabization,
the Princess constructs some friggin’ amazing GIFs; must admit.

& since ultimately, that’s what I’m ‘on about’ today

C H E C K ±     T H E S E   :

╬  for a full-page GIF-tastic sensory overload, check out 8 BITZ PER PIxEL ╬

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There’s A Term For Anyone Who Gets My Work/Resemblance/Words/Whatever Tattooed

[ & that 'phrase that pays' is ]
“V.I.P., For Life“

pictured above :
about as obvious a reference can get
to Cottonmouth Kisses

[ If you don't own a copy by now?
I don't even know what's wrong with you... ]

Massive Thanks
to
ßite Me ßlair ♥ !

Honored :: & :: Appreciated

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One Post, Two Editorials, Three Dark Beauties…& You

Excerpts from “The Emperor’s Black Rose” by Gilles Et Dada

ENEMIES TURN TO LOVERS

LOVE ONES BECOME EXCUSES

DISTANCES SEEM LIKE REASONS

AND SNAKES CHANGE THEIR MASK FOR THE HUNTING SEASON

INTERPRETATIONS ARE MY NEW NIGHTMARE

STILL YOUR IMAGINATION MAKES ME MORE THAN JUST A MAN

I WON’T STOP, AND I WILL SAY IT ONCE AGAIN

FOR AS LONG AS YOU GIVE ME YOUR DREAMS

I WILL CONTINUE FILLING THE BLANKS

— Federico Cabrera

[ Initial Discovery via Fucking Young! ]

Photography & Post: Federico Cabrera

Styling: Jasmin Mishima

Hair & Make-Up: Marii Sadrak

Models: Anette M. & Eetu at Paparazzi

Assistance: Emma Hedenborg & Udi

& Next :

“Human Terror,” Featuring Mateusz—a.k.a. Matthew Budziak

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D*Face: When Art & Vandalism Meet In A Cement Kiss

I’ve always been fond of artists who bomb urban landscapes, or ‘drop’ their works—even & especially when
the artists continue these guerilla interactions with the public after achieving success [ a subjective term, I
realize: though in this instance, let's skip the philosophical shit & stick with a more universal meaning...
namely, that of monetary success &/or a sense of notoriety ]. One example that immediately comes to
mind is Shepard Fairey. Late one night back in 2004, while I was in New York during a promo tour
for the Pills, Thrills, Chills, and Heartache: Adventures in the First Person anthology, I was out,
lurking the East Village, doing a bit of my own sticky-vinyl [Ahem!] ‘beautification.’ Speaking,
you know, theoretically. I tend to aim high when engaging in such endeavors—meant both
literally & metaphorically, Jay Ess Why Kay—so the sound of my palm slapping metal [ the
back-side of a sign ] followed by a louder sound: that of my landing, visibly startled a
man who, incidentally, looked over the shoulder from his own activity: sticker-
plastering a pole. It was Shepard, out in the same 3 A.M.—doing his part to
to spread the message, so to speak—& we shared a chuckle of recognition.

Not because I’m some big-shot artist, obviously, but rather because I was a contributing editor for
Swindle magazine [ R.I.P. ] at the time. & here’s this guy—well, my boss, essentially—
& he’s out…Oh, I’m rambling. [ Besides, YouGetIt anyway, right? You.Get.It ]

London-based artist D*Face lists Fairey among his influences, which—on the tip of phenomenology,
billboard re-appropriation, & the mutual interest in California’s skateboard subculture—could be
considered a ‘given.’  Nonetheless, neither the antics of, nor the artwork produced by, D*Face
is derivative…at least not directly [ or rather: singularly ].

& from that mention of art & antics, let us hone our focus on
this bitchen custom-made tombstone:

Not a work to be taken lightly, huh?  [ Cue the canned laughter here, kplzthnx ]
Well, the eve of “Going Nowhere Fast”—D*Face’s solo show at the Corey Helford Gallery—
he did a drop at  2728 N. La Cienega Boulevard in Century City.

All 400 pounds.

You’re following me, right? He left this amazing art piece for display, there on the street—knowing full well
that [ hello! Voice of Adult Reason on Line One] it would only be a matter of time until someone
came along, &…[ as far as I'm concerned ] ’got lucky‘?

As has been cited, he also did two drops the night prior.

★ ☆ ★ Hollywood Boulevard, Walk of Fame ★ ☆ ★

Here’s a shot as the infrastructure of GENIUS is assembled:

A tombstone

at the star of one ‘Charlie Sheen.’

†ꝉ†

Is that excellent, or is that friggin’ excellent?

The other grave-marker?

This beaut, at the Santa Monica pier:

I can’t help but wonder where they are,
who has them now…

Did any of the individuals who ‘liberated’ the tombstones realize what they were taking?

If not, in what ways do you think their attachment to the objects might change
upon learning they’re worth something more than cool points
among the neighborhood kids?

¤ O R ¤

If so—meaning, if whomever [ allegedly ] happened to find this piece of  ’found’ art is familiar with
the work of D*Face, do you think he/she was all “Jackpot!” about it?

Said another way:

This person wouldn’t technically be stealing, so shouldn’t we expect him or her to come forth?

In this city where it’s not just about Keeping-Up-With-The-Proverbial-Joneses
but rather eclipsing them, the ascent to superstardom [ in theory ] so incandescent…
Doesn’t  it seem incongruous for us not to have heard from a single one of these fortuitous beings?

AAAAAAAAAAH,   I T ‘S   A L L   G O T   M E   J U S T   S O

I’ve spent hours on-line today, click-&-scrolling my way through re-blog after re-blog after re-blog
regarding the [ so-called ] drop; ditto, same re: last night’s opening…opening… opening

& find it suspect that in all this media coverage,
there’s an irrefutable gap between what journalist Amy Duran [ via Juxtapoz digital, April 9th]
describes having taken place the eve of April 8th, in her statement

“Considering that both the Santa Monica Beach and the Charlie Sheen tombstone had been removed so
quickly I suggest making you[r] way out to see this piece in person before it’s gone.”

& coverage of the exhibition itself, which Jack In Shows [ via Daily Du Jour ] summates
“included a D*Face Oscar appearance, two of his new tombstone pieces,
three ‘dead’ celebrity impersonators…”

Mmm-hrmm.

I’ve been wrong before, yet still—I’m of the mind that more than one form of the ⟣faux⟢ went on
in this scenario.

Mr. Dean Stockton, a.k.a. D*Face?  Seems to me that what he schemed is the opposite
of a ‘drop’…as in: “catch” would be a more appropriate term.

My theory: he used two gravestones, not three, & just “happened” to conveniently bring a writer along
for the ride.  The result?  Insta-PR, no need to add water. Unless, of course, a person
wanted to scrub clean the carbon stains from the night before…

[ photo submission I received after posting a frustrated tweet ]

Apparently, this image was captured while waiting in line for the opening: April 9, 2011

For the sake of clarity, please allow me to reiterate:
What I’ve presented is a theory, based entirely on speculation.
I was not present for any of the aforementioned events; hence,
none of my conjecture should be treated as fact.

However, within the scope of this hypothesis, I’ve gotta say: the name of D*Face’s show
resonates with new meaning, all things considered.

But why wouldn’t it?

The gravestones—testaments to bad behavior, on which ”Going Nowhere Fast” was inscribed—went
[ well...] nowhere in this staged guerilla act, the [ theoretical ] Drop-Without-A-Drop.

I mean, when media is the medium an artist chooses to
make A Statement About The Media & A Celebrity-Obsessed Society—
yet that artist is playing the role of a guerilla artist; is “pretending to be” rather than being…

It’s fucking ‘meta’: yeah, sure

Yet at the core of it all?  Chicanery, being ‘on the grift’?
Is a material-obsessed society really being challenged,
or the challenge really how much monetary gain can be filched from it?

All I have are questions.

But after reading over a hundred blogs with the same regurgitated, rarely & barely re-worded praise
I wonder: Am I the only one?

Whatever your take, D*Face is a fascinating subject about whom
the following additional reading I recommend:

[ Liz Ohnasien's interview with D*Face : L.A. Weekly ]

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Saturday Night: I’ll Be Bouncing Off The Satellites, Into Your Living Rooms

…or wherever it is the telly’s located.
[ Assuming, that is, that you own one! ]

&
jumping right in on that tip

[ the one by which I'm putting the ass in "assumption," yes ]

I dare say:
perhaps you recognize the following image, credited to a certain ‘Dirk Mai‘

[ Make-Up by Stacey Hummell ]

Yeah, you know, the one in which I’m all gussied-up in the grand regalia of Mildred von Hildegard’s
highly-coveted [ & oft-imitated ] line of conceptual bespoke brilliance
known as ‘Mother of London‘
[ ...? ]

Well,
the photo shoot was captured on film—
namely, the latest documentary by Christopher Hines
entitled

[ pictured: musician & model Quentin Elias ]

The Adonis Factor

&

After a wildly successful round
in the festival circuit,
it’s slotted to premiere at 8 PM

tonight

on MTV Network’s Logo

Synopsis:

“Chiseled bodies, flawless skin, sculpted jawlines. At a time when popular culture objectifies men
more than ever, it’s hard for them to avoid the pressure to possess such physical traits.
In his follow-up to The Butch Factor, director Christopher Hines exposes how far
some will go to attain the ‘Adonis Factor’—the kind of god-like
masculine beauty only seen in ancient Greek sculptures.

Hines takes viewers on an eye-opening journey through circuit parties, gay porn, and [ AHEM! ]
avant-garde fashion photo shoots, all of which promote their own kinds of idealized physiques.
By capturing a diverse range of voices—from those who dedicate their lives to the pursuit of
mainstream male beauty, to those who openly spurn it—The Adonis Factor ultimately
poses the question: does a man’s fixation on body image make him any happier?”

[  via Breaking Glass distribution  ]

Promotional Trailer:

[ Purchase : DVD ]

What
T H E Y  Say :

“More than ever, we live in a body conscious world, one where images of the male body are targeted at you
24/7.  No wonder then that many men, both gay and straight, find themselves unhappy with their body
image, opting to go to various lengths, some extreme, in the pursuit of their ideal of physical perfection.

Yet in an increasingly superficial society, one where your look may well shape, if not define you, is this
any surprise? Indeed as one participant in this thought-provoking documentary from writer, producer
and director Christopher Hines put it, “how I look has made my experience of being a gay man, the
better” and here cue more parties, more sex, more friends. Yet life is a lot more complicated, as
Hines sets out to show, along the way taking into account the thoughts of dermatologists,
doctors, psychologists and sexologists, to plastic surgeons kept busy with never-ending
requests for face lifts to pec implants.

Yet whilst surgically enhanced male beauty comes with a price tag attached to it, others things in life
arrive with alarming side effects. For here Hines charts not just the use of illegal growth hormones
and steroid abuse, but shocking slimming disorders that see twink styled teens resorting to aerobic
bulimia, literally working off everything they eat, as opposed to throwing the calories up, just to
stay thin beyond thin. All of which brings to mind the question of what has society become,
when the pressure to fit in results with many playing Russian Roulette with their health?”

[ In Conclusion ]

“Filled with more buffed-to-perfection muscular studs than what you can shake a waxing strip at…” [ L O V E ! ]
Hines “deliver[s] an eye-opening insight into the yin and yang of the gay world.”

[ David Hall, Gay Celluloid ]

&
Hey ma!
C H E C K    I T   O U T

One that mentions me,
e v e n :

“…Willowy model Clint Catalyst (with a marvelous makeup sequence that magically employs
loose chains and spray paint to conjure up a compelling cover visage) has moved miles away
from the persecution of small-town bigotry to moulding his admiration for the likes of
David Bowie into a personal statement that can be truly savoured.

By journey’s end, there is much hope that the queer amongst us will be accepted first by themselves, then
by their peers and finally by the world at large. As commentator-comedian Bruce Vilanch points out,
the ultimate male physique has been deified and envied since the original Olympics,
where competitors never had to struggle into skimpy spandex.”

[ James Wegg Review ]

[ Laughter over the thought of me in spandex; fond affections for the JWR—ditto, Canadians in general ]

& with
Full Disclosure
of the Short Notice
Given:

The Adonis Factor Airs Again
☆ ★ ☆ on Tuesday, April 5th at 11:30 A.M. [ Eastern Standard Time ] ☆ ★ ☆

[ schedule/listing ]

[ model/actor Anderson Davis , one of the film's interview subjects ]

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