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Sex education in this country is a disgrace! That’s why the L.A. Gay and Lesbian Center has produced In The Moment, an in-your-face (?) web series about the lives of a gaggle of West Hollywood gays dealing with love, relationships, and life as a gay man in this crazy mixed-up world of ours. Find out what happens when people STOP being polite and start getting STD’s because they can’t unwrap the condom before their boyfriend sticks it in! Listen, the writers’ strike has all of our favorite shows in full-tilt rerun mode, so maybe these Degrassi-esque webisodes are just what we need to whittle away 5 minutes. There is partial nudity, after all.

Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York.  Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).

Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…

It’s all a matter of taste, and this is where the popular trend has led us, apparently, but there’s just something a bit unseemly about a strapping young lad wearing a pair of jeans bedazzled with shiny rivets and adorned with embroidery.  In an effort at authenticity, casting directors for Gus Van Sant’s Harvey Milk biopic, shooting tonight, Wednesday and Friday night in San Francisco, have asked that all extras appearing for next week’s scheduled crowd shoots try to wear clothing appropriate for the late 1970s: traditional blue jeans, wool or cotton sweaters, leather boots, clogs, canvas sneakers.

We know: gay visibility is still tragically lacking in mainstream media. Queen Latifah and Gayken remain total liars, the only presidential candidate that openly supports gay marriage claims to have seen a U.F.O., and despite the fact that the characters in blockbuster-du-jour, Cloverfield, are caterwauling around Soho and midtown for the majority of the movie, there are no homos in sight! But thanks to the trusty internet and the technology that has citizen journalism on a one-way track to total media domination, visibility online is not only present and accounted for, it’s blinding. We actually feel sort of violated. After the jump, check out the Top 10 gay photos of the past week.

Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York.  Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).

Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…

We’ll be in Vegas this weekend, hooting it up with the porn cognoscienti… but care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by
no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the
homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York.  Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never
get to you).

Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…

We hate to be the fags in the room who end up mentioning Judy Garland and facing a series of blank, uncomfortable stares, but hey look!  The music blogs are doing it too!  In a recent review of the concert recording of Rufus Wainright’s recreation of Judy Garland’s 1961 Carnegie Hall performance, Stephen Troussé at Pitchfork gives some lukewarm applause to the homo singer/songwriter’s impressionist efforts.

Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York.  Check back soon to see us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never get to you).

Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…

Care of The Sword’s editors, we bring you this roundup, by no means complete (or even-handed) of gay stuff going on this December 31st in San Francisco and New York-the two metropolises we currently have the bandwidth to cover.

After the jump, a few ideas for ringing in another New Year in more fun (and possibly regrettable) ways.

Care of The Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup (by no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York.  Check back soon to see us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne, we may never get to you).

Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…

Porn stars are inscrutable beasts. The more we think we get to know them, the more they astound us with the fact that, beneath their stunning visages and muscled exteriors, musically they’re fags just like us.

2006’s Another Gay Movie, largely a parody of American Pie but containing tongue-in-cheek references to many other movies, plumbed new depths in gross-out gay cinema.  Directed by Todd Stephens (Edge of Seventeen)-and giving us not only a scene of quiche fucking, an indelible image of Graham Norton with six-inch nipples, about nine enemas, and cameo appearances by Falcon man Matthew Rush and Survivor beast Richard Hatch-it was a sex comedy made for faglets in the great…

As Andy Warhol once
enthused about Coke (we mean the soda, fiends): it’s the same whether you’re a
bum, the President, or Liz Taylor-money can’t buy you a better one and it
always tastes the same. We suppose we could say that about holiday music as
well; no matter how pressed your
body, nor how big your dick, nor how many guest lists you’re on, you’ve still
got the same schmaltz every December-or so it would seem.We asked a few of
our favorite resident pervs about their favorite holiday music.

Care of the Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this roundup
(by no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of
the homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have
bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York.  Check back soon to see
us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne).

Their shirts are unbuttoned, their hair is moussed, and their default expression is “Fierce!”  They may not tap dance, but the post-Will-and-Grace era has our reality TV schedules filled with stereotypical re-imaginings of actual homosexuals so predictable in their gayface that even Charles Nelson Reilly would have winced. They’re waxed and tweezed and teased and highlighted.

The first thing any self-respecting homosexual does, after choosing an outfit and tarting
up a Second Life avatar (complete with no-crunch abs and a Flock-of-Seagulls hairdo), is head to a bathhouse. Thanks to the realism of modern role playing,
our fantasy lives are now full of the same poor choices and fraught with the
same anxieties as our waking life.

Care of the Sword’s tireless editors, we bring you this round-up (by no means complete, or even-handed) of stuff going on for those of the homo persuasion this weekend in the two meccas we currently have bandwidth to cover, San Francisco and New York.  Check back soon to see us cover more gay urban centers near you (sorry, Cheyenne).

Our heavily editorialized listings after the jump…

At Sword HQ, our taste in music is about as complex and diverse as the cast of a cable network reality show (that’s right, that complex). Since gays – a fickle, bitchy, demanding, selfish and notoriously bored demographic – are reputed to have somewhat stereotyped taste, we thought we’d experiment with our co-workers – a fickle, bitchy, demanding, selfish and notoriously bored bunch. So, you’re welcome. Each week we round up a small group of homosexuals from the NakedSword offices, lock them in a dark room with us and ask them to evaluate whether some new releases from gay-market-chasing recording “artists” are worth your sugar daddy/pimp/mom’s hard-earned gay dollar. This week: Radiohead and J.Lo.

After the jump, our colleagues’ analysis.

Poor Jake Gyllenhaal can’t catch a break.  Just when he thought he’d lived down the Brokeback jokes, Meredith Vieira manages to slip in (heh) a butt sex reference on morning television.  Good thing his new girlfriend is holding up her end of the PR bargain and taking him to Judy Garland tribute shows.

See the full video after the jump…