Unicorn Booty readers Stephen and Vanessa presented the site with a computer-generated mosaic of Rick Santorum, made entirely out of stills from various gay-porn movies. (Bonus points if you can tell which ones!)
We always said that Slick Rick looked like an ass—we guess it’s actually a lot of asses.
He has enjoyed a trip to the White House, a house in Malibu and jaunts with Hollywood stars.
But now after six years of a life he could only dream of, former California college student Jeremy Lingvall has finally split from his partner, billionaire media mogul David Geffen.
The pair have parted ways because ‘the relationship had simply run its course’, the New York Post reported. I am a big fan of David Geffen who is intelligent, successful, and a great contributor of progressive minded causes. I hope he finds another special man to spend his life with! I don’t think age difference should have anything to do with it, IMHO.
Pinal County Sheriff Paul Babeu built a reputation as a rising, conservative star by taking a hardline stance against illegal immigration, attacking the Obama administration and appearing alongside Sen. John McCain in a 2010 re-election ad in which McCain urged federal officials to just “complete the danged fence.”
But, on Saturday, Babeu’s conservative image took a beating as he was forced to admit publicly that he is gay and was involved in a relationship with a Mexican immigrant who claims the sheriff threatened to have him deported if he revealed their relationship.
Babeu denies any wrongdoing, and has vowed to continue his battle for the GOP nomination in an extremely conservative rural congressional district. Full story here!
Break out the masks, beads and your best purple, green and gold attire. Today marks Mardi Gras or “Fat Tuesday.” Though the féte is more commonly known for the lavish festivities in New Orleans, Louisiana, there are celebrations taking place right here in West Hollywood.
Eleven nightclub with Micky’s, Fiesta Cantina, Revolver and Trunks, is hosting a free Mardi Gras street festival from 7 p.m. until 2 a.m. Larrabee Street and the alleys between San Vicente and Palm will be transformed into a New Orleans style celebration with special food and cocktails, dancing and giveaways. Proceeds will benefit the Van Ness Recovery House.
Over at The Abbey, feast on a special Creole menu (gumbo, shrimp boil and po’boys) while soaking up some music. The line-up includes DJ Dawna Montell at 4 p.m., DJ Roddick at 9 p.m., with a special performance by Barbie’s Addiction.
Be sure to don that festive mask and come collect plenty of beads at The Hudson. The neighborhood bar is offering traditional Cajun cuisine, and of course plenty of drink specials like the Hurricane—made with fruit juice, grenadine and rum for a mere $6. Food specials include jambalaya pasta ($16) and plantation fried shrimp po’boy sliders ($12). Make use of The Hudson’s photo booths to memorialize the festivities.
Today is the last day to enjoy some delicious Cajun dinner menu items at Dominick’s. The Little Italy-inspired eatery on Beverly Boulevard is going full out New Orleans, temporarily serving up muffaletta sandwiches, crayfish pies and beignets in honor of Mardi Gras. Everything is under $10.
However you plan to celebrate Mardi Gras, wear your beads and be sure to bring your camera.
Sweden came one step closer over the weekend to ending the forced sterilization of its transgender citizens when the conservative Christian Democratic Party agreed to a repeal of the brutal practice.
Part of the Swedish legal code since 1972, the law forces Swedes wishing to legally change their gender on national documentation to undergo surgical procedures that render them infertile.
Activists have worked for years to get the statute repealed but Christian Democrats—currently part of Sweden’s governing coalition— have long resisted.
But after more than 77,000 people signed an AllOut.org petition to end the practice the CDP caved and, on Saturday, announced its support for a repeal.
The AllOut.org effort featured a powerful video by Love Georg Elfvelin (above), a 21-year-old trans man, and was reportedly the largest ever online campaign for transgender rights.
The compulsory-sterilization law is expected to be formally abolished in the coming months.
“This is an incredible news for Sweden,” said Ulrika Westerlund, President of the Swedish Federation for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Rights. ”It means that anyone will be able to have their true identity recognized without having to be sterilized.”
Sweden is far from alone in requiring sterilization as part of sex reassignment: The Council of Europe identifies nearly 30 member countries with such conditions on the books, including France, Denmark, and the Netherlands. Several U.S. states also demand it. Recently, Italy and Germany have overturned similar laws.
“The reason we’re not rushing to get married is because I don’t feel appropriate taking advantage of a right that’s denied to my best friends. That’s why we’ve been so hesitant. Dax and I have talked about it a lot, and this issue is very important to both of us. We’re just standing up for what we believe in. Period.”
Listen, we’re on your side. I recently tweeted about this embarrassing poster that shows how many states where you can marry your same-sex significant other and how many more states where you can marry your cousin. It’s fucking ridiculous.
It’s not a good day to be Chris Brown. That is, unless he’s happy to see his private messages discussing how R&B songwriter Martyn “fcked the shit outta me” appear across the interwebs. Ouch. Real talk, we’ve never heard of the guy either, but it looks like he’s a pretty legit songwriter.
It looks like one of Martyn’s assistants took screenshots of direct messages between the two fellas, and has shared them for all the world to see. In the messages, Chris Brown admits to fooling around with Martyn, in the same breath that he calls the songwriter a fag. That sort of dichotomy is the exact behavior that we’ve seen from Brown over the past year.
Trey Songz, Omarion, Fergie, Jessie J, and Nicki Minaj all get namechecked along with Good Morning America and FOX over the course of the lovers quarrel on Twitter.
Take a peak at the screenshots and decide for yourself if they are legit. It certainly reminds us of the Chris Brown that we’ve grown accustomed to. Oh, and there’s also the matter of Martyn confirming the affair to be true.
We normally wouldn’t play out-the-celeb, but Brown’s history of homophobic snafus makes this fair game as far as we’re concerned.
“The presidential hopeful who recently called gay marriage a “perfect example of what I mean by the rise of paganism,” set off a Boystown brouhaha last night when his Newt 2012 campaign bus broke down in West Hollywood.
Newt Gingrich’s bus, missing a tire and flashing its hazards, was stranded half in a lane of traffic near Sunset and Crescent Heights for hours. It was unknown if he was on the bus at the time of the incident. Calls to Newt’s headquarters were not immediately returned.
Gingrich, who is in Los Angeles campaigning, did not receive much sympathy for his vehicle’s mechanical difficulties. Instead, locals took to Twitter with red-white-and-blue language, unsolicited advice, claims of voodoo, musings on karma, and at least one mention of a glitter-bomb.” Full story, photos, and comments here!
Is twin sex hot or creepy? And if it is hot, is it just hot in Bel Ami videos or would you be okay with boning your wombmate? (We’re decidedly in the “no” camp.)
Dear Prudence:
My fraternal twin and I (both men) are in our late 30s. We were always extremely close and shared a bedroom growing up. When we were 12 we gradually started experimenting sexually with each other. After a couple of years, we realized we had fallen in love. Of course we felt guilty and ashamed, and we didn’t dare tell anyone what we were doing. We hoped it was “just a phase” that we’d grow out of, but we wound up sleeping together until we left for college. We knew this could ruin our lives, so we made a pact to end it. We attended schools far apart and limited our contact to family holidays. But we never fell out of love with each other, so after graduation we moved in together and have been living very discreetly as a monogamous couple ever since.
I’m not writing to you to pass moral judgment on our relationship—we’re at peace and very happy. Our dilemma is how to deal with our increasingly nosy family and friends. They know we’re gay, and we live in a state where same-sex marriage is legal, so we’re getting pressure to settle down. I feel we should continue being discreet for the rest of our lives and blow off their questions. It’s nobody’s business, and I fear they would find our relationship shocking and disgusting.
My brother, though, is exhausted with this charade. He thinks that if we get the family together with a therapist to talk through the issues, they’ll eventually accept it. I think he’s out of his mind, but I also want to make him happy. Is this one of those times when honesty is not the best policy? If so, how do we get everyone to stop worrying we will die alone?
—Tired of This Greek Tragicomedy
Surprisingly for a mainstream advice columnist, Yoffe doesn’t start quoting Bible verses or speaking in tongues.
Dear Greek,
I admit this is my first letter about homosexual, incestuous twins, but I’m going to take you at your word that you two are happy.
…I suggest that you and your brother split the difference in your approach to family and friends: Blowing people off for the next couple of decades is only going to fan the flames of curiosity. But I also agree with you that having a family gathering in which you announce you two have found life partners—each other—will give everyone the vapors.
Ultimately your choice is your business, but a limited version of the truth should back everyone off. When people ask when you’re each going to go out there and find a nice young man, tell them that while it may seem unorthodox, you both have realized that living together is what works for you. Say no brothers could be more devoted or compatible, and neither of you can imagine wanting to change what you have.
We don’t think we could give such sanguine advice—we’d be too busy washing our eyeballs after reading their email. But we get grossed out by the Peter Twins, too.
Are we alone in this? Is incest between consenting adults—without the fear of pregnancy—the new love frontier? Be your brothers’ keeper in the comments section.
