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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

OH SO FINE ADAM LEVINE!!!







That's a hunk of manz, hunties!!!

This snatch rag and their gross demographic is so late with it.  Gay boyz already knew of Adam Levine AND  how hot he was BACK in 1997 when the band was called Kara's Flowers. They just now catching up!!!   Stupid cunts!!!

To the lazy trout editorial staff:   Try surfing the internet or put some gay boys on the payroll THEN you will be current of what is HOT, SEXY and NOW!!!!

But then again...why should fabulous gay boyz help stupid cunts???.......


Monday, October 21, 2013

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHAR BABY!!


CHARGO:

 



























Happy Birthday to one of the greatest musicians --EVER!!

I LOVE YOU, CHAR BABY!!

To one of the most prolific songwriters to live, ie: Perfect View!!

To a modern day Beethoven, ie: Head Over Heels.

May this year be prosperous and one of the best.

Hopefully Jeff and Astrid give you lots of kisses and hugs throughout the day and everyday!!


I LOVE YOU!!



Charlotte Caffey (born Charlotte Irene Caffey, 21 October, 1953, Santa Monica, California) is the Go-Go's lead guitarist. Charlotte wrote the group's smash single We Got the Beat.

From 1988 till 1992, she led her own band, The Graces, with Meredith Brooks and Gia Ciambotti, who released a 1989 album, A Perfect View. Caffey also co-wrote the theme song to the television series, Clueless, with Anna Waronker. Caffey penned one song for Hole on their album Celebrity Skin.

She is also in Ze Malibu Kids with her husband, the Redd Kross singer and guitarist, Jeff McDonald.





GOSH, THIS IS ABOUT JOSH!!


OCTOBER 19:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOSHY!!









Josh Wolf

Friday, October 18, 2013

OUR BIRTHDAY BOO, ZACKY POOH!!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

He's the pick for 26!!



























Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

IN MEMORIAM


WORLD TRADE CENTER

PENTAGON

PENNSYLVANIA


2001-2013

We remember not only on this day, but every day of the lives lost. To the families, to mankind, you are in our hearts forever.





Saturday, August 3, 2013

THE PEEN BEYOND THE PINES






We are in RyRy heaven right now!!!

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Friday, August 2, 2013

THE SEPTEMBER ISSUE


YOU'VE GOT MALE:

Good thing we left the clear protective mailing cover on because we have kissed this cover to death!!!

Nole Cakes

XOXO



Friday, July 5, 2013

LOVE. SET. MATCH.



MARRY ME:

ALL the eye candy at Wimbledon 2013.

This gorgeous creature was at the quarterfinals of Jerzy Janowicz versus Lukasz Kubot.

CALL US, HANDSOME!!!  310.555.****








Sunday, June 30, 2013

Friday, June 28, 2013

STONEWALL, 44 YEARS AGO


With the Supreme Court's decision this week on Proposition 8 (of California) and DOMA, this year's Pride in New York City is even more relevant, even more justified and even more sweeter!!


STONEWALL, where it all began......








June 28th marks the 44th year of the Stonewall Rebellion. The rebellious acts against the police marks the beginning of the gay rights movement. It is this celebration of Stonewall that makes the month of June Pride month all around the world. May we not forget where we came from and where we are going to.


READ ALL ABOUT IT!: One of the original stories in The New York Daily News that week of Stonewall 1969: (notice how the report is anti-gay and condescending)


HOMO NEST RAIDED - QUEEN BEES ARE STINGING MAD

-by Jerry Lisker, New York Daily News, July 6th 1969

She sat there with her legs crossed, the lashes of her mascara-coated eyes beating like the wings of a hummingbird. She was angry. She was so upset she hadn't bothered to shave. A day old stubble was beginning to push through the pancake makeup. She was a he. A queen of Christopher Street.

Last weekend the queens had turned commandos and stood bra strap to bra strap against an invasion of the helmeted Tactical Patrol Force. The elite police squad had shut down one of their private gay clubs, the Stonewall Inn at 57 Christopher St., in the heart of a three-block homosexual community in Greenwich Village. Queen Power reared its bleached blonde head in revolt. New York City experienced its first homosexual riot. "We may have lost the battle, sweets, but the war is far from over," lisped an unofficial lady-in-waiting from the court of the Queens.

"We've had all we can take from the Gestapo," the spokesman, or spokeswoman, continued. "We're putting our foot down once and for all." The foot wore a spiked heel. According to reports, the Stonewall Inn, a two-story structure with a sand painted brick and opaque glass facade, was a mecca for the homosexual element in the village who wanted nothing but a private little place where they could congregate, drink, dance and do whatever little girls do when they get together.

The thick glass shut out the outside world of the street. Inside, the Stonewall bathed in wild, bright psychedelic lights, while the patrons writhed to the sounds of a juke box on a square dance floor surrounded by booths and tables. The bar did a good business and the waiters, or waitresses, were always kept busy, as they snaked their way around the dancing customers to the booths and tables. For nearly two years, peace and tranquility reigned supreme for the Alice in Wonderland clientele.

The Raid Last Friday
Last Friday the privacy of the Stonewall was invaded by police from the First Division. It was a raid. They had a warrant. After two years, police said they had been informed that liquor was being served on the premises. Since the Stonewall was without a license, the place was being closed. It was the law.

All hell broke loose when the police entered the Stonewall. The girls instinctively reached for each other. Others stood frozen, locked in an embrace of fear.

Only a handful of police were on hand for the initial landing in the homosexual beachhead. They ushered the patrons out onto Christopher Street, just off Sheridan Square. A crowd had formed in front of the Stonewall and the customers were greeted with cheers of encouragement from the gallery.

The whole proceeding took on the aura of a homosexual Academy Awards Night. The Queens pranced out to the street blowing kisses and waving to the crowd. A beauty of a specimen named Stella wailed uncontrollably while being led to the sidewalk in front of the Stonewall by a cop. She later confessed that she didn't protest the manhandling by the officer, it was just that her hair was in curlers and she was afraid her new beau might be in the crowd and spot her. She didn't want him to see her this way, she wept.

Queen Power

The crowd began to get out of hand, eye witnesses said. Then, without warning, Queen Power exploded with all the fury of a gay atomic bomb. Queens, princesses and ladies-in-waiting began hurling anything they could get their polished, manicured fingernails on. Bobby pins, compacts, curlers, lipstick tubes and other femme fatale missiles were flying in the direction of the cops. The war was on. The lilies of the valley had become carnivorous jungle plants.

Urged on by cries of "C'mon girls, lets go get'em," the defenders of Stonewall launched an attack. The cops called for assistance. To the rescue came the Tactical Patrol Force.

Flushed with the excitement of battle, a fellow called Gloria pranced around like Wonder Woman, while several Florence Nightingales administered first aid to the fallen warriors. There were some assorted scratches and bruises, but nothing serious was suffered by the honeys turned Madwoman of Chaillot.

Official reports listed four injured policemen with 13 arrests. The War of the Roses lasted about 2 hours from about midnight to 2 a.m. There was a return bout Wednesday night.

Two veterans recently recalled the battle and issued a warning to the cops. "If they close up all the gay joints in this area, there is going to be all out war."

Bruce and Nan

Both said they were refugees from Indiana and had come to New York where they could live together happily ever after. They were in their early 20's. They preferred to be called by their married names, Bruce and Nan.

"I don't like your paper," Nan lisped matter-of-factly. "It's anti-fag and pro-cop."

"I'll bet you didn't see what they did to the Stonewall. Did the pigs tell you that they smashed everything in sight? Did you ask them why they stole money out of the cash register and then smashed it with a sledge hammer? Did you ask them why it took them two years to discover that the Stonewall didn't have a liquor license."

Bruce nodded in agreement and reached over for Nan's trembling hands.

"Calm down, doll," he said. "Your face is getting all flushed."

Nan wiped her face with a tissue.

"This would have to happen right before the wedding. The reception was going to be held at the Stonewall, too," Nan said, tossing her ashen-tinted hair over her shoulder.

"What wedding?," the bystander asked.

Nan frowned with a how-could-anybody-be-so-stupid look. "Eric and Jack's wedding, of course. They're finally tying the knot. I thought they'd never get together."

Meet Shirley

"We'll have to find another place, that's all there is to it," Bruce sighed. "But every time we start a place, the cops break it up sooner or later."

"They let us operate just as long as the payoff is regular," Nan said bitterly. "I believe they closed up the Stonewall because there was some trouble with the payoff to the cops. I think that's the real reason. It's a shame. It was such a lovely place. We never bothered anybody. Why couldn't they leave us alone?"

Shirley Evans, a neighbor with two children, agrees that the Stonewall was not a rowdy place and the persons who frequented the club were never troublesome. She lives at 45 Christopher St.

"Up until the night of the police raid there was never any trouble there," she said. "The homosexuals minded their own business and never bothered a soul. There were never any fights or hollering, or anything like that. They just wanted to be left alone. I don't know what they did inside, but that's their business. I was never in there myself. It was just awful when the police came. It was like a swarm of hornets attacking a bunch of butterflies."

A reporter visited the now closed Stonewall and it indeed looked like a cyclone had struck the premises.

Police said there were over 200 people in the Stonewall when they entered with a warrant. The crowd outside was estimated at 500 to 1,000. According to police, the Stonewall had been under observation for some time. Being a private club, plain clothesmen were refused entrance to the inside when they periodically tried to check the place. "They had the tightest security in the Village," a First Division officer said, "We could never get near the place without a warrant."

Police Talk

The men of the First Division were unable to find any humor in the situation, despite the comical overtones of the raid.

"They were throwing more than lace hankies," one inspector said. "I was almost decapitated by a slab of thick glass. It was thrown like a discus and just missed my throat by inches. The beer can didn't miss, though, "it hit me right above the temple."

Police also believe the club was operated by Mafia connected owners. The police did confiscate the Stonewall's cash register as proceeds from an illegal operation. The receipts were counted and are on file at the division headquarters. The warrant was served and the establishment closed on the grounds it was an illegal membership club with no license, and no license to serve liquor.

The police are sure of one thing. They haven't heard the last from the Girls of Christopher Street.

LEAVE A LIGHT ON FOR ME


HELLO NYC!!

OMG!!  (Oh My Gay!!)

The Empire State Building is beautiful tonight.  All kindz of lit up for Gay Pride this weekend!!!



Tuesday, June 18, 2013

DIEU MERCI POUR LES 27



Joyeux Anniverasaire, Ricky!!

Ne savais pas parler fran├žais? Huh ....

Oui, Oui

Et, encore une chose, nous sommes strictement dickly pour Ricky!

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh

Now, how do you say DeGorgeous?...DeLovely?......Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la













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