Category Archives: Video

Soldiers spoof Beach Boys Kokomo: “Protecting human rights, air strikes and firefights” – “Kosovo” video

This anonymous group of soldiers re-does The Beach Boys Kokomo with a hyper-critical anti-war edge. Plus they dance with their shirts off.

“Croatia, Albania, somewhere near Romania. It’s Euro. And NATO. Why the hell do we go? Somalia, Grenada, a rescue in Kuwait, well screw you, Rwanda. Wish we could have helped you.

Protecting human rights. Air strikes and firefights. And we’ll be dropping our bombs wherever Serbian bad guys hide, right up from Kosovo.”

So it’s a dated war. Meet the new war. Same as the old war. These guys got it.

For a parody of Lady Gaga’s Telephone by soldiers in Afghanistan, click here.

Seminal Gay Punk Song: Elton Motello Jet Boy Jet Girl on Plattenkuche German TV

A jolly good fellow. Mr. Elton Motello. This 1979 Plattenkuche “Trash TV” version is stage footage mixed with some old  German TV clips. Odd juxtaposition, but Motello’s perverse punk performance is well worth it. Other versions of this classic have been recorded by The Damned and Captain Sensible. The Francophone Ce Plane Pour Moi claims versions by Lou Deprijck and Plastic Bertrand, as a twinkie back in the day here and more recently, as a youthful silvering Papa here. He looks more like “the king of the divan” with a few years on him.

The Queer Cultural Center and San Francisco Camerawork to screen “A Fire In My Belly” by David Wojnarowicz Friday December 10

The Queer Cultural Center and San Francisco Camerawork present a special screening of the entire 13-minute video of A Fire in my Belly by David Wojnarowicz. The screening is one of many being held at galleries in cities country-wide to protest the recent censorship of the Wojnarowicz video from the Hide/Seek exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery of the Smithsonian Institution. A Fire In My Belly is being made available by the the artist’s estate and the P.P.O.W. Gallery. The 13-minute video will be folowed by a presentation on censorship and the arts by art historian Robert Atkins. A roundtable discussion of the issues will include a Skype visit by Hide/Seek curator Jonathan Katz. Ian Carter, Kim Anno and others will join in what is sure to be a lively discussion.

Friday, December 10, 2010 at 7:00 pm

San Francisco Camerawork 657 Mission Street San Francisco, Second Floor

Euriamis Losada sings the Impossible Dream – more than just the Gay Gain Guy!

One man…scorned and covered with scars.  What a great line. Gay actor and singer Euriamis Losada gives another meaning to the classic Impossible Dream. Losada is originally from Miami and now lives in Los Angeles. His acting credits include Che and Another Gay Sequel, but he says that mostly, when he is recognized in public, it is from a Gain detergent commercial. Losada also sings with the LA Gay Mens Chorus. Good luck to him in his career. LA will eat actors alive, and this one is certainly tasty enough to temp a bite. Magnifico!

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.

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.