George Burns and Gracie Allen spent years on Vaudeville and in movies about George being exasperated by Gracie's daffiness, but anxious to date her anyway. They moved into radio in 1932, and onto television in 1950, playing "themselves" in The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show. They were technically famous comedians who had celebrity friends and occasionally had to go down to the studio to film something, but otherwise they had "ordinary" problems like a burnt roast or a late car payment.
Attuned to growing numbers of teenagers in the potential audience, the duo added their real-life son Ronnie to the cast in October 1955, and made him gay.
Paul Newman and James Dean). He expressed a haughty disdain for his parents' lowbrow comedy, and briefly changed his name to Cobb Cochran, a parody of the macho name changes that casting agent Henry Willson mandated for his stable of gay, bi, or gay-friendly clients (Rock Hudson, Ty Hardin, and so on).
He had an ongoing "friend," fellow actor Jim Boardman (Hart Sprager), with whom he took an apartment in the bohemian Greenwich Village.
It was always a misunderstanding: the two were rehearsing a play, or the girl was confiding in Ronnie about her boyfriend problems.
The gay Ronnie lasted for only about a season and a half. In the spring of 1957, for unknown reasons, he suddenly became an ordinary college student, with a new best friend, Ralph (the very bulge-worthy Robert Ellis, also seen on Meet Cloris Archer). Both were obsessively girl-crazy.
Trying to quash the gay rumors, George arranged for his son to become a "heterosexual" teen heart-throb like Ricky Nelson, but he only recorded one song, "She's Kinda Cute" (1958), which didn't chart. He got little exposure in teen magazines, just this article that insists that he is a "real regular guy," not. . .um. . .you know, gay.
When the series ended, Ronnie starred in Happy (1960-61) and Anatomy of a Psycho (1961), and a few other projects. So closely aligned were tv personalities with their characters that he was the subject of gay rumors throughout his life. He never made any public statements, but he wasn't part of the 1950s gay Hollywood scene, and he had two long-term marriages.
See also: Robert Ellis.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 27, 2015
While looking, I spent a lot of time in gay chatrooms.
You actually met people by "instant messaging" them. Inside the room itself, the conversations were usually limited to "anybody here?", stats, and insults.
A guy named Troy terrorized the Long Island chatroom. There all the time, making insulting comments about everybody and everything.
Me: Grad student in sociology at SUNY Long Island.
Troy: There's an exciting degree. The art of studying the obvious!
Me: I lived in West Hollywood for 13 years.
Troy: How many auditions did you bomb before you gave up on your dreams of stardom?
Me: I just got back from visiting my parents in Indiana.
Troy: How fun, chawin' tobaccy at the general store with Ma and Pa Kettle!
Even his profile was obnoxious: "I take care of my body and expect you to. No fats, femmes, or grandpas. If you aren't extra large beneath the belt, don't bother."
So I was surprised one day when I announced, "Looking for a room in Manhattan or nearby," and Troy instant messaged me. He wanted to share his apartment in Kew Gardens, only 25 minutes from Manhattan on the Long Island Railroad.
The rest of the tory, with uncensored pictures, is on Tales of West Hollywood.
Feb 26, 2015
But at least there's substantial beefcake, a never-ending parade of musclemen in guest roles. We're up to Season 4.
1. Episode 1: Neither Here Nor There: FBI Agent Peter (read: Mulder) has saved the two parallel universes from imploding, but he's been erased from history, leaving his father, Walter, and True Love, Olivia (read: Scully), with inexplicable gaps in their lives. Meanwhile swishy gay-stereotype agent Lincoln Lane (Seth Gabel) is distraught over the death of his partner, played by the hunky Joe Flanagan.
2. Episode 2: One Night in October: Lincoln Lane joins the Fringe Team to investigate paranormal phenomena, and gets a crush on Olivia. Not gay -- no surprise there. They try to stop a serial killer. Underwear model Daniel Arnold (left) plays Agent Perez.
4. Episode 4: Subject 9 is the muscular Cameron James (Chadwick Boseman, left), who can manipulate electromagnetic energy. Once on a date he pulled a girl's fillings out of her teeth.
6. Episode 6: And Those We Left Behind. The mystery involves Raymond, an electrical engineer, and his wife. (Remember the "My wife! My wife! My wife!" mantra?). But look for the muscular Chad Riley as an FBI Agent.
I don't have time to cover all of the underwear models and bodybuilders on the series, so let's fast forward.
More after the break.
10. Episode 13: A Better Human Being. Peter and Olivia investigate a mental patient who appears to be orchestrating murders. Stuntman and caveman Colby Chatard (left) plays Silbiger.
12. Episode 16: Nothing As It Seems. Lincoln (remember him?) is infected with a mysterious virus. At least this one doesn't make your head explode. Daniel Cudmore (left) plays Daniel Hicks.
It almost makes the disgusting head-explosions of the Serial Killer of the Week worthwhile.
But not the incessant chant of "aren't you glad gay people don't exist?"
See also: 12 Beefcake Stars of "Fringe"; Comparing "Fringe" and "How I Met Your Mother"; and Prime-Time Dramas Think You Don't Exist.
The Rich Kid set me up with the Truck Driver, and then, without telling me, his ex-boyfriend, the Rapper. Days after they broke up.
Date #3: The Rapper. The photos he sent with his introductory email were amazing. He was in his 20s, African-American, short, muscular but tending to fat, and super-sized beneath the belt. Exactly my type!
He grew up in the City, and came Upstate to study music management at SUNY Oneonta. Now he was working in an insurance agency, but hoped to launch a rap career.
On our date, the Rapper took me to a program of African dance and music at the university, and then back to his apartment, where he performed one of his rap numbers
Of course, I spent the night. In the morning, over breakfast, I told him about my dates with the Rich Kid and the Truck Driver.
"The Truck Driver!" he exclaimed. "That's my ex! Figures that the Rich Kid would fix you up with both of us, and wait to see the fireworks!"
I stared, feeling stupid. How could I have gone through dates with both of them and not noticed?
"He was exactly my type, " the Rapper continued. "I'm into tall white dudes with muscles and an extra-big package. Man, he had everything!"
"Well, I don't like to brag, but..."
He grinned. "Don't get jealous on me, man. You have everything, too."
"Do you think the Truck Driver will mind us dating?" I asked.
"Well, it's kind of soon after the breakup, so don't tell him, ok? Or the Rich Kid. Not for awhile, anyway."
But there were only a small number of gay-friendly venues Upstate, and the guys in the Gang of Twelve. all talked to each other.
The next morning we were getting ready to go to breakfast, when the Truck Driver banged on the door.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" he yelled in his cute British accent. "How long did you wait before cruising the New Kid? Twenty minutes?"
"You had a date with him before I did!" the Rapper exclaimed.
"But nothing happened! We just talked. But not you -- you sent him X-rated pictures before you even met!"
"How did you find out about that?" He glared at me. "Not much for keeping secrets, are you, New Kid?"
"I didn't say anything!"
No third date. But other members of the Gang of Twelve were waiting for their turn.
Date #4: The Grabby Male Nurse. In his 40s, formerly muscular but now a little paunchy. On our date, we went shopping at some of the antique shops in town.
For all his interest in secrecy, the Rapper gossiped as much as everyone else in the Gang of Twelve. He gave the Nurse notes: "can't keep a secret"; plus moment-by-moment accounts of our two nights together.
So the Grabby Male Nurse was expecting a porn star.
He acted like one of those obnoxious guys in the clubs who keep leering and groping regardless of how much Attitude you display. Of course, in public, he had to leer and grope subtly, when no one was looking. Which made it all the more annoying.
Plus he turned everything I said into a sexual reference.
"I taught in Dayton for three years."
Wow, hot college boys! How many of them did you offer a little...um....extra credit in your office? Laner, leer.
"I grew up in Illinois."
Ooh, Chicago! I bet you got a lot of action there! Laner, leer.
"My grandmother studied art."
I see -- Grandma liked painting those nude male models, did she?" Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more!
Yet the Nurse acted like he was in a cruise bar, trying to grope me, leering at the male patrons. He knew the waiter -- an Asian guy named Chad -- and openly flirted with him, even asking him an inappropriate question about the size of the Asian penis. I gave him an extra big tip to make up for the embarrassment.
Then the Nurse suggested that we go back to his apartment.
I was done. "Sorry...my favorite tv show is on."
"You can watch it at my place." He grabbed my crotch. "Or we can watch porn. Your choice."
I disentangled myself and ran home and hid.
The Nurse sent notes to the rest of the Gang of Twelve: Nice guy, but all he can think about is sex.
I saw Chad again during Date #5: The Satyr and his Boy Toy.
Feb 25, 2015
In the spring of 1969, my friends and I began running home from school as fast as we could (my house was the closest) to catch the last ten or fifteen minutes of Dark Shadows (1966-71), a soap opera about the brooding, guilt-wracked vampire Barnabas Collins (Jonathan Frid) and his immensely wealthy, occult-obsessed family.
He enters the story when the slim, stuttering ne’er-do-well Willie Loomis (John Karlen, left), prowling around the Collins estate on the stormy coast of Maine, discovers a secret room in the old mausoleum, and inside it a chained coffin. At this point, most people would flag down the next bus to Boston, but the none-too-bright Willie decides to open the coffin. A bejeweled hand shoots up and grabs him by the neck.
Willie inexplicably moves in with him, telling his friends that he has taken a job as Barnabas’ servant; yet he is obviously more than a servant. The two spend an inordinate amount of time together, and are on an altogether chummy first-name basis, a liberty taken by no other servant on the estate.
The truth, of course, is that Barnabas bit him, and now they are co-conspirators if not secret lovers. What is a vampire’s bite, after all, but a form of sexual congress?
Gossip about the early years of the series reveals that the producers were so skittish about potential homoerotic readings of the relationship that they gave Willie a heterosexual crush, and mandated that same-sex neck-biting must always occur off-camera.
Eventually the strain of living with a vampire is too much for Willie; he has a nervous breakdown, and is confined to Windcliff Sanitarium. Later, Barnabas misses Willie, and asks him to return. Willie eagerly agrees. Later that evening, their friend Julia Hoffman (Grayson Hall) is sitting alone in the drawing room of the Old House, evidently keeping guard, when someone comes to the door. “Barnabas isn’t here – he’s with Willie,” she says with a diffident glance upstairs – to the bedrooms. Exactly what is Barnabas doing up there to welcome Willie home?
When Barnabas announces his plans to cure his vampirism by transferring his spiritual essence into a different body, Willie worries that the new Barnabas will not be attracted to him (or, perhaps, that he will not be attracted to the new Barnabas):
Willie: Suppose he don’t like me?
Barnabas: He will be exactly toward you as I am.
Willie: You don’t know that! You might come out of this all different. . .It won’t be the same.
Although Barnabas barely acknowledges his affection, Willie obviously cares deeply for him, with an unstated and perhaps unconscious homoerotic desire.
As Barnabas zapped back and forth between time periods and parallel worlds, he encountered different characters played by the same cast members, and John Karlen managed to infuse all of his characters with a sometimes frivolous, sometimes dark and passionate attraction to the vampire hero.
When Barnabas visits Collinwood in the year 1897, he meets Karlen as Carl Collins, a fop only slightly toned down from Oscar Wilde’s green carnation crowd. Carl grabs his shoulder, touches his hand, takes his arm, and whispers softly in his ear “You look so nice! We’re going to be close friends, aren’t we? We’re going to be buddies!” And thereafter, whenever he has a problem (usually involving ghosts or werewolves), he throws himself into Barnabas’s arms, overtly presenting himself as a lover.
When Don Briscoe (werewolf Chris Jennings) took time off to appear in the gay-themed Boys in the Band (1969), he brought Chris Bernau and Keith Prentice back with him.
Most of the others were gay friendly, including Grayson Hall (who was nominated for an Oscar for her role as a repressed lesbian in Night of the Iguana), Katherine Leigh Scott (Maggie Evans), Roger Davis (who went on to star in Alias Smith and Jones), and the vampire himself, Jonathan Frid.
like One Life to Live, were unremittingly heterosexist, requiring us to seek out subtexts, but Dark Shadows had ample male characters who were immune to the charms of eyelash-fluttering governesses and sought out each other: David Collins, heir to the family fortune; the fey Noah Gifford (Craig Slocum), who has an unspecified and “sinister” relationship with the golddigging Lieutenant Forbes (Joel Crothers); Aristede (Michael Stroka), a brooding, androgynous “manservant”; the nerdish mad scientist Cyrus Longworthy (Christopher Pennock); and the darkly sensuous Gerald Stiles (Jim Storm) who was not shy about expressing his devotion to werewolf/man-about-town Quentin Collins (David Selby).
No wonder we ran home from school as fast as we could to watch.
Feb 24, 2015
"Oh, please, girlfriend. Isn't brunch a little too early for attitude?"
"I know a homosexual. George knows a homosexual. You must have so much in common. So here we are.
"Did your roommate just say he was going to 'freshen his makeup'?"
"I'd be more impressed if you could name me one man here you haven't dated."
I wanted that world.
Today his work seems a bit dated, keying into feminine stereotypes a bit too much. But in the height of the homophobic 1980s, it was a revelation.
"Tell me again the difference between eclectic and tacky."
See also: Do You Have Anything Gay?; Howard Cruse.
Feb 23, 2015
As January and February passed and the best jobs were taken, I expanded to an hour away from gay neighborhoods.
Then three hours.
Just as I was about to start searching in Red States, I was offered a job in New York!
Well, Upstate New York, about six hours by car from the gay neighborhoods of Manhattan, Boston, and Montreal.
I figured I would be driving to one or the other every weekend. Maybe even renting a second apartment there.
So 98% of my life happened in the Straight World, in a small town Upstate with no gay bars, just one gay-friendly church, and no gay organizations except PFLAG.
Just like in Dayton, most adult gay men had fled to gay neighborhoods elsewhere, Most of the others were living aggressively heterosexual public lives: they escorted women to events; they had no gay friends; they took their same-sex dates into the next town over to avoid being spotted at home.
But there was a coterie of gay men, a Gang of Twelve, who were out and open.
So, except for a few basic precautions like not holding hands on the street, they were not closeted.
The New Guy in Town is always popular, but Upstate, my social calendar filled up astonishingly fast. All I had to do was meet one of the Twelve, and he told his friends, who told their friends. Phone calls were made, emails sent, meetings arranged. By Christmas, I had been out on dates with five of the twelve. By summer, nine (the others were involved or not interested).
Date #1: The Rich Kid (top photo) got "dibs": he was first in line for everything in the county. He and his sister and parents owned most of the county, sat on every board of directors, donated to every charity.
He took me to Alex and Ika's, a very expensive restaurant in Cooperstown, for sesame-encrusted wild salmon and a plantain and goat cheese salad. Then back to his family's summer home -- a gigantic wood-lodge on Lake Otesaga, decorated in a weirdly incongruous Southwestern motif.
The Rich Kid was a bit on the domineering side, but he had two of the five traits I find attractive, and he was well-educated, articulate, and generous. I would have gone on a second date, except before we got around to it, he ordered me to attend the Glimmerglass Opera Festival next Tuesday night He was on the board of directors, and they needed ushers.
Drive 30 miles to be an usher at a production of Madame Butterfly? No, thanks.
One simple didn't say "no" to the Rich Kid. He cancelled our second date, and sent out memos to the other 11 that I was "cute but stubborn."
Date #2: The Crying Truck Driver. A tall, thin white guy with ruddy skin, expressive hands and a cute British accent. He invited me to his apartment for a "traditional Zambian dinner": a chicken breast, some kind of corn gruel, and mushrooms in peanut sauce. I was still hungry afterwards.
Then he suggested that we watch a DVD from his collection of every British sitcom ever made. I selected Are You Being Served. But when I invited him to sit down next to me on the couch, Truck Driver hesitated and then yelled: "But I don't want to have sex with you!"
"Um...since when does sitting on the couch count as sex? I've sat next to my brother lots of times!"
He ran into the bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and started crying.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed. 'I just broke up with the Love of my Life. My friends thought I should start dating again, but I'm not ready...I'm just not ready..."
He then told me all about the Love of His Life. The relationship, from start to finish. His faults, fetishes, faux-pas, and favorite foods. What he should have said that time. What happened at the Rich Kid's Christmas party. Did I think there was any chance of them getting back together?
This turned out to be commonplace: most of the Gang of Twelve had dated most of the others, so on most dates, I got an earful of the others' problems with jobs and relatives, triumphs and defeats in cruising, and scandals from a decade ago.
And, since they all talked to each other, my size, shape, pecadillos, and preferences were soon common knowledge.
But this breakup was new, raw, and still painful.
I didn't realize at the time that the Truck Driver was describing the next guy on my social calendar! Apparently the ex-boyfriend was also being advised to start dating again, and the Rich Kid gave him my email address. We had a date tomorrow night!
Next: The Truck Driver's ex-boyfriend and the Grabby Male Nurse
I don't know who Mitzi is, but anything with a hundred guys is going on my DVR List.
Just kidding -- in those days you watched it in real time or not at all. So I plop myself in front of the tv. My parents are surprised that I want to see something with "singing and dancing" in it; usually I hate variety shows.
There's a lot of singing and dancing, interspliced with comedy skits like Carol Burnett. But the hundred guys make up for the tedium.
Hot guys that I know.
Hot guys that I don't (such as Rich Little, left).
Ugly guys that I know.
Ugly guys that I don't.
But the highlight is Mitzi crooning the Irving Berlin torch song "Always" while bodybuilders in jock straps surround her.
At least, I remember jock straps. But, thanks to the internet, I see that they were wearing white pants. And I can identify them.
Two or three 12-ounce cans or one 20-ounce bottle per day.
That doesn't strike me as much. But:
1. Every time I am invited to dinner at someone's house, I have to bring my own. Nobody else that I know drinks it.
2. Every person I have ever met, without exception, has informed me that I shouldn't drink it because aspertame causes cancer in lab rats. Usually they say this the first time they see me with a can. I always say "Really? I had no idea! This is the first time I've ever been told this -- today!"
By the way, that's an urban legend. Aspertame does nothing to lab rats, or to humans. Your stomach breaks it down into aspartic acid, phenylalanine and methanol, which we consume all the time in organic foods such as meat and milk.
The problem is, Coke advertising overwhelmingly features attractive young ladies, trying to draw in straight men with the promise that "If you drink Coke, you'll get laid."
The only time you see guys alone are in humorous ads. Or creepy ones. The psychotic Sprite Boy was introduced in 1941 to force people to use the four-syllable "Coca-Cola" instead of their preferred "Coke."
But their knees are touching, anyway.
But during the Super Bowl, Coke broadcast a new commercial showing people of various races and religions engaging in wholesome activities while drinking Coke. Among them were gay dads teaching their daughter to bowl.
See also: Lucky Vanous, the Diet Coke Guy.
I was particularly drawn to two albums from Zeus Studios featuring wordless comics drawn by someone named Cavelo:
The Cavelo Portfolio (1979).
He drew buffed, fully nude men in mild bondage and S&M situations, usually in the historic past: ancient Rome, the old West, the French foreign legion.
There was no sex, no activity of any sort. Cavelo always depicted the men in the moment before.
He published three albums, plus cartoons and illustrations in six issues of Drummer magazine, all between 1978 and 1985. A limited repertoire, compared to his contemporaries, Sean and Tom of Finland.
Then his work ended, leaving fans to wonder: where did this spectacular beefcake artist come from? Where did he go?
Thirty years later, they are still wondering.
We know only that he lived in Los Angeles, and his real name was Leon Carvalho.
There's a Leon Carvalho living in Los Angeles today, a marine recruiter. Probably not the same one.
See also: Tom of Finland; Sean and the World of Gay Leathermen