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Nutricious and Delicious! A Happy Thanksgiving Day Spread.

Happy Thanksgiving, boy!

Fresh Thanksgiving boy with all the trimmings! Have another helping. It’s good for you. And it’s good for the boy!

Oh yes…C’est la vie, c’est la guerre, tout le monde manges pommes des terre.

3rd Eye (I) in the Back of his Head: Wafaa Bilal to transmit live from NYC to Qatar and On-line.

Wafaa Bilal displays his "3rd I" (AP Photo)

Who has the right to record whose image? Where? Under what conditions? Corporate, civic and governmental surveillance are increasingly the norm. Airport security systems strip travelers bare. Businesses record their customers, but often forbid photography on the premises. As our imaging technologies become more sophisticated, ethical questions become more tangled.

Iraqi-born media artist and NYU/Tisch School of the Arts professor Wafaa Bilal is shooting back. He has had a small digital camera surgically implanted into the back of his skull, and for a period of one year, the camera will transmit images in one-minute intervals from the back of the artist’s head to Qatar and On-line. The piece is called The 3rd I, and was commissioned by the Mathaf Arab Museum of Modern Art as one of 23 contemporary works that will inaugurate the new museum that opens in Doha, Qatar on December 30th. What images will come? The On-line launch is the 15th of December, and is counting down now at The 3rd I.

Harry Potter and the Homoerotic Subtext

 From friend of this site Maestro Roberto-Juan Gonzalez. And, yes, he really is a Maestro: conducts an orchestra in formal Leather, and has a seriously twisted sense of humor. Thanks, Roberto!

Reasons to not breed: Funny French Language Television Ad for Zazoo Condoms

 Another great benefit to being gay. We can fuck our brains out and never have to worry about this particular form of screaming side-effect. Of course, we’ve got our own little buggers to worry about…

Not your Daddy’s Islam: the Sexy Muslim Punks of Taqwacore rock the Casbah

Nav Mann and Dominic Rains star in "The Taqwacores." (photo: Josh Rosenfield / Strand Releasing)

When The Clash sang “Sharia don’t like it” thirty-some years ago, they could never have anticipated Taqwacore, the emerging hybrid of Islam and punk. In another instance of life following fiction, the term came from a novel. American convert Michael Muhammad Knight left his Philadelphia home at 17 to travel to Pakistan, where he studied at a madrassa. Years later, disillusioned, he wrote The Taqwacores, which centers on a fictive “Muslim punk house in Buffalo, New York, inhabited by burqa-wearing riot girls, mohawked Sufis, straightedge Sunnis, Shi’a skinheads, Indonesian skaters, Sudanese rude boys, gay Muslims, drunk Muslims, and feminists.” Taqwa means “piety” or “god-consciousness” and “core” is a suffix that refers to punk genres. Queercore and Homocore are other examples. Unknown to Knight when he self-published, a subculture of punk-influenced young Muslims was already simmering. Small groups, formerly largely unknown to one another, now had a term to refer to their movement.

The Kominas

The meme succeeded. Current Taqwacore bands include The Kominas, The Secret Trial Five, Al-Thawra, and Sarmust. Two Taqwacore films are currently screening, The Taqwacores, based on the novel, and the documentary Taqwacore: The Birth of Punk Islam. As for Knight, he is now a graduate student in Islamic Studies at Harvard University.

Eye Heart Teh Gaze: Big Deal Art Sale at Visual Aid

Eye Heart Teh Gaze. Dr. Jordy Jones 2010

Saturday is Visual Aid’s Annual BIG DEAL Art Sale…4-9:30pm on Saturday, November 13, 2010 Somarts, 934 Brannan Street, SF. Tickets $50 at the door

Enjoy: Great art and people-watching. Listen: Soulful sonic goodness from DJs N’K and Garlynn. Imbibe: Libations from Blue Angel Vodka, Barefoot Wine and Bubbly, Peroni. Taste: Yummy hors d’oeuvres and desserts from Creole Catering Company, The Only Cookie, Heartbaker. Put Your Hands in the Air: Auctioneer David Sobon will energize the crowd. Feel Great: While raising funds for Visual Aid, providing a gallery, free art supplies and community to artists living with AIDS, cancer, diabetes and other life-threatening illnesses. Obey: Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence

More Info: Visual Aid

Ahoy, boys! Happy Veteran’s Day to our Mermen in Uniform…

Happy Veteran’s Day from friend of this site George Wong. Thanks, George! These sexy mermen sailors make me want to pull in a dock. Ahoy, boys…and thanks so much for your Service!

Update for Veteran’s Day, 2011: George Wong passed away this past summer. He will be missed.

The Legacy, the Legacy, don’t forget the Legacy: Justin Bond’s New Depression.

A good counterpoint to the feel-good Bush love-fest splashing across the media grid in response to the launch of his biography. As Kiki of the notorious Kiki and Herb, Justin Bond tore into the media-fed adulation that erupted at the passing of former president Reagan. “The legacy, the legacy…” s/he snarled while recounting his long silence during the devastating peak years of the AIDS crisis. “That’s the legacy, Ladies and Gentlemen!” Bond has shed the Kiki persona for now, but the fierce political wit that has long infused his performances remains strong as ever.

Enjoy the Bush book. I suggest reading it by candlelight with a little cat-food pate and a juice-box. You can sit on a milk crate. Of course, you won’t find these things at your local market because it went out of business. But you can get them all at Walmart along with a wave from the elderly social security recipient who really needs that greeter job…to buy that cat food, those juice boxes and that book. It is the New Depression after all. And it is FUN, dammit!

Don’t forget the legacy…

Leather or Not? Is SF Giants’ Star Pitcher Brian Wilson Kinky? Is “The Beard” Gay?

Just For Men Wilson. B-Weezy. Flicker. Mental Assassin. The Beard. Whatever you call him, Giants star pitcher Brian Wilson is as much a performance artist as he is an athlete. But what does it mean? The look: tattoos, mohawk, shaved head, thick beard, torn t-shirt, pinky ring, a cock-ring worn as bracelet, always close at hand. The attitude. The friends. Who is The Machine? A neighbor who comes by for “sugar” as he quips to the startled interviewer Chris Rose? His team-mate Pat Burrell playing an elaborate prank as suggested by some internet commentators? And what about the gear? Described as wearing a “gimp outfit” by some in a reference to Pulp Fiction, the man in the leather harness, jockstrap and hood in the background of this video would look right at home in a private dungeon or at the SF Eagle on a Sunday afternoon. But then…so would Wilson. So the question, still open, is: “Is he or isn’t he?” Is he playing a character? Or is he really…one of us?

Chaos in San Francisco’s Mission District as Car plows into rowdy Crowd of Giants’ Fans…Graphic Video.

Wild Giants fans dance around a bonfire at the corner of 22nd and Mission, jamming percussion on tin cans and street signs, pummeling them with skateboards, chanting and dancing, wild and ecstatic. Riot or street celebration? So far, the damage is only to property. But when a car plows into the crowd, things turn ugly. The mob reacts; the police arrive. Night sticks come out. Cameras flash. The new pose of civilian surveillance: hand up; phones out. Snap. Snap. We’ve come a long way, Baby, from Rodney King. A voice from the crowd offers sage advice: “Keep on stepping back, Man. You don’t want to get close to this!” Point well taken.