This woman would rather see a starving homeless child die in the street than be adopted by a gay couple. HOW does this mentality still exist? This is in spanish, so follow the subtitles.
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Norrie has become Australia’s first officially genderless person. Norrie was born male but part of the way through transitioning to become a woman decided to stop treatment and through the evidence of psychologists and medical professionals, Norrie was declaired officially Androgynous. Centrelink, Australia’s notoriously difficult social welfare agency are even adapting their systems to recognise the option of living without gender.
I have met Norrie while teaching a gay singles circus class months ago, and zie (neither he nor she) did provide a little bit of confusion when zie, looking slightly more female, said zie wanted to be in the male section of the class. More recently Norrie was sitting near me waiting to get ready for the Spencer Tunick shoot and I’ll admit to some curiosity to seeing Norrie nude. I won’t divulge what is going on there as it is Norrie’s decision to choose to be genderless and genitals are not the deciding factor in this case. Congratulations Norrie on your stance and your success!
Tonight was the first class in ages that I’ve felt like I was getting things right. So much fun when that happens. We were doing a trick that essentially you go from hanging by your knees to hanging just by your hands after dropping a metre or so. It’s nerve wracking when you don’t have any “lock” or safely wrapped end position, but sometimes that adrenaline is good.
This isn’t me but a teacher of mine, Ari doing a routine.
Dave Salmoni is a modern day Tarzan, showering amongst lions in the African savanna, calling sharks and scaring the bejeezus out of Tyra while dressed in a loincloth. He’s normally found presenting wildlife shows on Animal Planet but right now he’s found looking hot in the pages of Flaunt magazine looking all kinds of hot photographed by the very talented and currently extremely popular, Tony Duran.
Amazing. Enough said.
I was at my sister’s place the other night and after the kids were in bed I was telling my sister and her husband about the video I posted here the other day of the little boy talking about husbands and husbands. My sister told me they’d had to explain to my nephew about the meaning of gay. I have no idea how it came up but they explained that sometimes men fall in love and marry other men. Apparently after a while, he said “Maybe Brenton will marry a man”. He’s never been told, as far as I know, that I’m gay…
aussieBum have just released yet another new range called Comfyfit and I bet that video was fun to shoot. Matthew Wilson is their new model for this and the “Journey” range and Matt was recently voted Australia’s hottest tradie (tradesman). I think I might go along with that vote!
Ever since I saw a billboard back when I was living in London, advertising a horse riding tour in Iceland, the idea has germinated in the back of my mind. I couldn’t afford it then and I can afford it even less now. While Iceland has a reputation for the quirky, think Bjork and Sigur Ros, I suspect there is a quite a lot of beauty, history and fun to be explored in the area. It’s not a thriving hub of gay tourism, probably because of the amount of clothing required, but with the world’s first ever openly gay Prime Minister elected a year ago the Icelandic are a progressive and tolerant nation.
As far as a gay “scene” in Iceland, that is limited to Reykjavik. “Some foreign gay men and the lesbians travelling to Iceland for the first time hardly know what to think of Reykjavík. One night you might feel you are in a busy gay club in Hamburg or Manchester but the next night you feel that you have landed in a small village in North-Dakota and you´ve lost your train-ticket!” Sounds like fun to me.
Back to the horse riding. In times gone by, horses were the favoured mode of transport around this ruggedly stunning country and while modern transport has taken hold, horses are still popular and loved, with the native horses being smaller and sturdier than elsewhere. With a unique gait of their own, they are a great way to travel and see the countryside up close and personal. This tour sounds like a lot of fun for the intrepid and hardy traveller but if the more luxurious brand of sight-seeing is your kinda thing, Luxury Adventures might be a better place to start with customised tours.
For the time spent in Reykjavik, 101 Hotel is a very cool, stylish and let’s face it, pricey option. The decor is slick, modern with a minimalist hint of traditional. They pride themselves on their art collection displayed throughout the hotel. For those on a budget, a new kid on the block is Reykjavik Backpackers, which one visitor reviewed with “Reykjavik Backpackers helpted me to have one of the best weeks of my entire travelling experience.”
Just when you think you are getting your head around all the labels in our “community” those crazy kids come up with a new one to join twink, fag, dyke, straight acting, intersex and the multitudes of others. While credit is given for cleverness, does Bromosexual carry good or bad connotations? This article explores cases of bromosexuality really well and I think generally speaking it’s a good term.
Essentially a bromosexual is a gay man that is constantly mistaken for being straight, so the opposite of the rather derogatory metrosexual. My question is, how long before it’s corrupted into another self-loathing term by those guys not comfortable with their sexuality?
We’ve all seen those profiles online “I’m straight acting, you’d never pick me as gay, I’m just a dude who happens to like other dudes.” If that is genuinely true, great, but any kind of acting is unhealthy in your day to day persona, surely? Just as the baby-gays with their bleached tips and guy-liner may be a disguise, so is the posturing as the ultra-butch man, over compensating for insecurities. Why is masculine seen as so much better than effeminate? Both sides of the coin have been around for centuries and in eras past the dandy and pompadour were the aspirational images of their time while the masculine image meant you were the hired help to do the jobs of the help.
We are nearly all guilty of adopting image adjustments to suit an environment at times, but generally most of us just muddle through being who we are. While I’m not attracted to the uber camp end of the spectrum, the bromosexual kinda guy intimidates me a little as well. I’m quite used to the various shades of my masculine and feminine attributes. I’ll pole dance one day and rough it camping the next.
This is a music video that’s been talked about for months, and it has to be said, it’s worth it. At first I wasn’t sure the Beyonce could do the GaGa brand of bonkers but while she does it differently, she’s as fabulously fierce as ever. Love it.
There is a new facebook group, founded by a guy here in Sydney who clearly feels the same as I do about the current state of nude beaches here. There is a growing number of people not going nude on our nude beaches. Granted, my favourite one isn’t a legal nude beach and has even been raided by the police recently, but why do people wearing swimwear want to go to a nude beach anyway?
The group, “It’s a Nude Beach, Nude Up or Go Home!” is hoping to encourage a large number of Sydney nudists and supporters to join its ranks so that when we have the numbers we can have what I guess is a “Nude In”. That is, we’d all hit the designated beach and all get nude taking up all the space and making the clothed members feel out of place, instead of them being in the majority which feels like a real possibility.
Some might not see this as important, but one of Sydney’s most famous nude beaches, Lady Jane, is under threat of having it’s status revoked, and La Perouse as I said was raided recently by police. What’s wrong with people enjoying the sunshine without clothes?
I stumbled across this video today via Towleroad, one of the best gay blogs ever, and I couldn’t help but smile. According to the post the little boy in the video was going to wash his hands and in typical random child fashion, the random thought occurred to him that the two men looking after him were a couple. This is his thought process.
Over the years I’ve heard some good things about Helsinki. Sadly it’s not somewhere I’ve managed to see yet, but given I haven’t travelled anywhere near as much as I would like, that’s no surprise. Wandering around the world wide web during my lunch today I stumbled across this gem, called Yrjonkadun Uimahalli from the 1920’s tucked away in Helsinki and for the nudists amongst us, it’s hanging on dearly to it’s old fashioned ways.
Over four floors, this pool is open on separate days for different genders and up until recently, nude swimming was mandatory, not optional. If you dared wear swimwear you used to be escorted out of the premises. Now they are a little more relaxed but from what I can find online, nudity is still the preferred choice!
You can hire a personal change room or a private cabin with bathrobe, sauna seat cover and bed, where you can relax and soak up the “Serene Roman baths atmosphere” while you order from the cafe menu. Sounds pretty darned good to me!
Watching this I can’t help but smile. The parade was so much fun.
For some time now I’ve been talking about wanting to have an exhibition of my photography but in my usual fashion, I’ve been talking more than I’ve been doing. That was until today. A friend who knew about the talk wanted to know when. I said 12 months. He wanted a more definitive time. So, I have until 1st March 2011 to have an opening of my work, to coincide with Mardi Gras. Talk stops now.
Now… how the hell do I make this work?
