Revel Nation

Have you seen this man?

Whosoever Shall Not Fall by the Sword or by Famine Shall Fall by Pestilence So Why Bother Shaving?

Exactly.

De Homosexuella Bloggförfattarna

Serendipity led us to this piece of art on some Swedish blog. Translation: "The gay bloggers have made their own playground where they put little buttons to inform people that their blogs are gay (gayblog). If I had a gay blog, I wouldn't have a little button, instead I'd make a big picture like this." Either that or: "Downtownhomo wants you. All secrets will be revealed in time." We're still consulting the I Ching.

A Queen's Way

"You're a good girl." All the musculature seemed gone from BZ's face. He put down the bottle of vodka and reached into his pocket. "You know what these are?"
    He poured twenty or thirty capsules onto the bed before she answered.
    "Grain-and-a-half Seconal."
    "You want some?"
    She looked at him. "No."
   "You're still playing." BZ did not take his eyes from hers. "Some day you'll wake up and you just won't feel like playing any more."
    "That's a queen's way of doing it."
    "I never expected you to fall back on style as an argument."
    "I'm not arguing."

Joan Didion
Play It As It Lays
1970

Approx. 6" Long

Our DTH operatives are always on the lookout for the latest in suggestive breakfast foods, especially those marketed to children. This photocontribution won DTHer ndg a trip to Jacob Riis, not including bridge tolls.

Queens of Drama

[if I were to suggest a fucking rule for the fucking blog it would be don't post when you're in a fucking bad mood and don't send me emails when you're in a fucking bad mood and are going to fucking be a douche because if I were to post what the fuck I wanted to the blog right now it would be that fucking douche email you just sent. And I'd edit it.]

Dear [DTH],

I [totally agree with and respect] your attempts to regulate my blog posts on DTH. Blogs by their very nature are free form, personal, and unregulated. There are no guidelines for what is and is not appropriate to post to DTH provided to the people you have invited to contribute. If your Monday-morning critiques of my posts is a way of stimulating a discussion about such guidelines, let me assure you that this approach is [most insightful and producive]. It's [total genius]. Being [encouraged] to wonder "Am I going to have to justify this to [DTH]?" with each post [inspires me] ...

[Thank you for] solicit[ing] my feedback on establishing guidelines for posting to the blog ... You have given me [excellent and well appreciated] feedback [and] direction ...

You may have noticed that I have not provided any feedback on [your] posts ... That is because they are [flawless]. I am happy to give it to you though. The post by your female friend (I would argue against female participation on the blog, BTW) was the type of [important] news item that got posted to [only the coolest] gay blog[s] in existence. [I think] it's [crucial] to DTH. I think your posts contain interesting quotes....but [I have a question.] What am I supposed to do with this information? It's [quite conceptually advanced]. Why don't you make it easier for me to find out more, or at least explain what the point of your posting it was?

I think a blog with different posts from different people identified as downtown homos is a great idea. I think providing guidelines or ideas around what we think a downtown homo is to encourage the type of posts we'd like to see could be fruitful. I think a blog where every post has to be vetted by the supreme soviet council is [an unflinchingly truthful and uncommonly brave acknowledgement of some of the most perplexing existential questions of our time] ... I'm enjoying the process of posting -- [especially] dealing with unsolicited criticisms from a control freak who does not understand the web ...

Please [feel free to] call me to discuss this as I have [plenty of] time [on my hands] ... If you call me I am going [to] both [answer the phone], and ... be [charmed] at your insistence on invading [fuck] my space and time despite my specific request not to do so -- even though this is typical behavior that I [have learned to know and love] by now.

Telephone

You heard the man.

Diseasedar

Never a Famous Faggot

There was at first that spring an occasional faggot who would take her to parties. Never a famous faggot, never one of those committed months in advance to escorting the estranged wives of important directors, but a third-string faggot. At first she was even considered a modest asset by several of them: they liked her not only because she would listen to late-night monologues about how suicidal they felt but because the years she spent modeling had versed her in precisely the marginal distinctions which preoccupied them. She understood, for example, about shoes, and could always distinguish among the right bracelet and the amusing impersonation of the right bracelet and the bracelet that was merely a witless copy. Still, there remained some fatal lack of conviction in her performance, some instant of flushed inattention that would provoke them finally to a defensive condescension. Eventually they would raise their eyebrows helplessly at one another when they were with her, and be oversolicitous. "Darling," they would say, "have another drink." And she would.

Joan Didion
Play It As It Lays
1970

Roller Derby

Root for the likes of Lady Batterly and GoGo BaiBai. Sit in the front row to really appreciate the spills. Violence!

Guess Which Two Dykes

At two o'clock they met Carter and the lawyers outside the courtroom in Santa Monica, and at two-thirty Maria swore and Helene confirmed that the defendant, Carter Lang, had repeatedly struck and in other ways humiliated the plaintiff, Mrs. Maria Lang. The charge was mental cruelty, uncontested. This Mrs. Maria Lang to whom the lawyers referred seemed to Maria someone other than herself, an aggrieved wife she might see interviewed on television. As they waited for the details to be cleared up, the papers to be signed, Maria sat very still with her hands in her lap. Helene stirred restlessly beside her, her eyes across the aisle, on Carter and his lawyer. “Carter,” Helene whispered finally, leaning across Maria to attract his attention. “Puzzle of the week. Guess which two dykes were seen feeding each other cheese soufflé in the Bistro today.”

Joan Didion
Play It As It Lays
1970

Manifest Destiny

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hey....um....i saw you on the internet. i couldn't help but notice you the other day, you were surfing around. you: big eyes, great smile, scruffy. me: downtownhomo.com

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wonder woman meets olivia

unit breakdown

"The Ohio Air Force lab proposed that a bomb be developed that contained a chemical that would cause enemy soliders to become gay, and to have their units break down because all their soldiers became irresistably attractive to one another,"...according to this story on CBS news; the military requested $7.5 million for the project.

kenneth paul block

class of 2010

let's fall in love and break up

over and over

be my guest

thank you, perverts

Rapture Café & Dean Johnson Present: Reading For Filth: Queer Writers Read About Queer Sex
Every Wednesday In June at 8 pm

Nobody loves a good dirty story more than scandalous performer/promoter Dean Johnson, who added "writer" to his list of talents when his sex-saturated blog exploded in popularity. Now Johnson presents an entire series of literary salons for Gay Pride Month which features some of NYC's most luminous personalities telling tales each week. Stop in for a cocktail and hear some good raunchy dirt being spilled by these speakers:

Wed June 6: Mike Albo, Joey Arias, Hedda Lettuce, Dean Johnson.
Wed Jun 13: Amanda LePore, Cazwell, Jonny McGovern, Mr. Joe, Dean Johnson.
Wed Jun 20: John Cameron Mitchell, Taylor Mead, Dominick, Frank DeCaro, Michael Warner, Dean Johnson.
Wed Jun 27: Michael Musto, Wayne Hoffman, Aaron Hamberger, Dean Johnson.

marlon brando

don't forget your daddy

book club

uptownhomos sing tonight

downtownhomo composers


the full story

highbrow penis