In Todd Haynes’ new lesbian melodrama, Carol, the cinematic luminosity that is Cate Blanchett demurely eye-fucks her way through mid-century American oppression as the glamorously tortured centre of action. Stuffed with fur clad elopements, erotically charged cocktail olives, and semaphored cigarette smoke, Blanchett’s performance raises the bar for high-femme tops everywhere, by at least 20 cm. In honour of her glorious turn in a titular role, I have selected some further seminal performances from cinema history in which the craft of the “HFT” becomes art.
Dec 14, 2015
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“Whack”, “Pow”, “Boink” – anyone familiar with those sounds is familiar with comic books. And let’s face it, some pretty wild sex. But really, in the age of the X-Men films, the contemplative darkness of Nolan’s Batman trilogy or even 2015’s newest sensation, Marvel’s Jessica Jones, we’ve all come to the realization that those once drawn, then animated, now filmed creatures of the framed page have gone from nerd obsession to the blueprints that informed an entire generation. That’s something to think about. And that also leads me to our trailer.
Dec 11, 2015
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“Do what you love! Because you’ll get so good at it, they’ll pay you to do it!” That’s not exactly what your parents told you growing up, is it? Well maybe they should have, because for Shaun and Laurelle Mellet’s children, this capitalist mantra worked like a charm: Their now 20-year-old middle son is quickly turning into the epitome of the 21st century celebrity, a YouTube sensation turned pop star who expertly combines an undeniable talent for songwriting with a knack for social media. Throw some puppy-eyed good looks into the mix, and there you have him: Troye Sivan, your little sister’s new favorite singer.
Growing up as a gay kid in Spain was an utterly daunting experience. I started out by performing my attraction to girls, as all the other boys were doing, only to later find myself actually feeling attraction toward boys. So the realization that I was a homosexual actually brought me some peace as I could finally explain myself, at least to myself. But that peace of mind didn’t last very long.
Dec 07, 2015
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I’m wearing the sweater my friend Jason gave me for my birthday. It’s by Golden Fleece. It almost matches my hair, and everybody says it brings out my eyes (they’re blue). I decided to wear it to the party tonight with my tight black jeans. The Fleece makes my nipples itch a little bit (I’m not wearing anything underneath).
And who the hell am I? If you’ve been following the blog at all, you may have wondered out of which horny hole this perverted punk has stepped. I won’t reveal too much – a bit of mystery is sexy, right? But a few things may be in order.
First, I was born in that part of the world that most people think is actually Canada, but it’s not. I was born in Alaska. Who would have thought that place could produce more than oil and Sarah Palin – two decidedly unsexy things.
Second, I’m no stranger to sex on screen. I appeared in two arty porn films with DVD releases: one in San Francisco and one here in Berlin. There may be other footage of me out there, but if so, I don’t know where. And yup, I moved to Berlin from gay ol’ San Francisco, where I learned to be a proper fag and how to be a writer all at the same time.
There’s more from San Francisco coming your way via Dandy Dicks, so stay tuned.
But I left San Francisco. And took my heart with me. Five years now in Berlin and I can’t think of a better place to be. I’ve been making it here as a writer ever since and I’m happy to report there’s no going back.
I think I’ve given you enough of the basics. More you’ll just have to find out either through this blog or a little Google. But I hope with that you stick around Dandy Dicks – for this blog and of course, the boys!
Walter Crasshole