I Carry You With Me relies on inserts: of food, hands, rueful expressions. Continue reading
I haven’t paid as much attention as I thought he deserved when he provided part of the soundtrack to my coming out two decades ago, a development I blame on my ambivalent relationship with his voice. Continue reading
Figuring out which eighties pop star Benjamin Voisin reminded me of kept me distracted when Summer of ’85 got lumpy. Roland Orzabal? Charlie Sexton? Andrew Ridgeley? With his swollen insolent mouth, porcelain cheekbones, and ridiculous hair, Voisin incarnates an era of fashion that threatens to slink into obsolescence but never does. François Ozon’s latest film stars Félix Lefebvre as Alexis, a sixteen-year-old boasting his own fabulous blond locks who spends a heady few weeks as the object of desire, employee, and lover of Voison’s David. Continue reading
Graham Greene never loitered, intentionally or otherwise. The writer who emerges from Richard Greene’s (no relation) new biography let wanderlust transform him into a polymath, comfortable with writing screenplays and film reviews, amiably distant from his children while committed to a Catholicism he on occasion interrogated. Crisply written if often miserly about analysis, The Unquiet Englishman works best as a travelogue: other cultures interested Greene, and the interactions didn’t result in slobbering encomia to empire.
The CD sleeve called out for me to place the thing in the slush pile. A dolphin? Those colors? Continue reading
Two longtime chums, losing a drunken dare at a party, agree to kiss for the sake of a scene in a film directed by a mutual friend. The problem is, they’ve locked lips before as teenagers, kicking off a series of increasingly tense post-mortems until the happily-ever-after moment. Many no-name gay films available for streaming on Netflix share the world-historic banality of this premise, but Xavier Dolan I Killed My Mother (2009), Heartaches (2010) ,and Mommy (2015) appears on the credits of Matthias & Maxime, the worst film he as written and directed to date, insulting in its commitment to averageness and disinterest in basic coherence. Continue reading
A night of grappling with the reality of marbled meat was not one spent coming out to my parents, I decided. Continue reading
Mildly hungover after a night of revels whose details are less vague in my journal, I awoke that Sunday to several missed calls and a half dozen texts, some of which from distant acquaintances. Continue reading
About a month ago I got the strangest instruction in three decades of going out: don’t move. Continue reading
Surely Thomas Mann still commands a readership. The newest translation of the trilogy Joseph and His Brothers in my uni library hasn’t been checked out since June 2005 — by me (I got it out again in fall 2016 and finished the damn thing). Continue reading
The Republican majority in the Florida Legislature on Wednesday unexpectedly rammed a ban on transgender athletes in women’s and girls’ sports through the legislative process amid an outcry from Democrats who called foul on the last-minute procedural moves used to get the issue passed in the final days of session.
House and Senate Republicans resuscitated the issue by attaching the transgender ban to a wide-ranging charter schools bill that was originally designed to create more avenues for charters to operate in the state.
To follow conservatives’ diseased thinking, popular culture and the tyranny of Big Business have conspired to thwart how men and women once related to each other; they can’t change minds on gay marriage anymore but they can metamorphose trans youth into cheaters in sports and bathroom rapists.