Out: What's something you wish you'd done in high school but you didn't? Neil Patrick Harris: Hmm. I wish I'd been able to play more sports. Because I was working, back and forth so much I couldn't really commit to much of anything. I would've played -- I wish I could say something cool like football, but I probably would have played tennis. I was more of a tennis player.
This summer Jack Mackenroth traveled to Copenhagen, Denmark, to participate in the 2009 Outgames. The designer proved he is as comfortable in the water as he is in the sewing room and returned to the U.S. with eight medals triumphantly tucked into his carry on luggage. He won two gold medals (one in the 50-meter freestyle with
close to a personal best time of 26.63, and the second in a 4 x 50
freestyle relay), four silvers (one in the 50-meter breaststroke, the
100-meter freestyle, and the 4 x 50 and 4 x 100 medley relays), and two bronze medals in the 100-meter breaststroke
and the 200-meter individual medley.
Jack was kind enough to send us his Outgames travel diary, parts of which we briefly excerpted below, as well as a few pics of his incredible body (gulp!) barely covered by his Baskit swimsuit. For the full diary and more info on Jack, head to his personal website.
Day 1:
As I pack for the Outgames in Copenhagen, Denmark I’m getting very excited about all the possibilities. I have never been to the city but I have heard that it is like a quaint version of Amsterdam. Less pot and more blondes. Questions whirl in my head. Will my host (who I don’t know) be a freak who tries to get in bed with me? Will he live on a dairy farm and cows will wake me up every morning at dawn? Will I remember to pack all my swimming gear? Will I win any medals? Will I remember to pack enough of all my HIV meds? Will my flight through Stockholm be filled with crying babies and swine flu?
A Spanish bullfighter is looking to make a little extra cash by using his cape to advertise a new beverage aimed at gays. Matador Joselito Ortega will peddle Gay Up -- originally a soft drink from Columbia made from strawberries but re-conceptualized for its European release as an energy drink to capture queer dollars -- from the ring despite the fact the move is causing controversy in the macho bullfighting community.
"I am a bullfighter. That is not going to change. I am going to go out
into the ring as I have done until now, to risk my life, and the seven
goring wounds on my body prove that," he told The AP Wednesday. "If the
gay community welcomes me as an image or a symbol, that is fine." Ortega added, "It is a matter of changing what is normal, or usual, within this world that seems so untouchable."
Ortega officially became a matador three years ago but has spent
little time in the ring due to injuries stemming from repeated gorings. It is his relative obscurity that makes his spokesmanship possible as it's virtually unheard of for a top rated matador -- many of whom are considered as famous as movie stars or more conventional sports figures in Spain -- to advertise from the arena.
Juan Belmonte, a bullfighting commentator for TV station Canal Sur in Seville, believes that the flare up over Ortega's Gay Up partnership -- the product name will be embroidered on his cape in large red letters -- has less to do with him promoting a gay drink and more with his advertising in the ring. "It is like prostituting the cape," Belmonte said.
In this market, it's either prostitute the cape or prostitute yourself, so we can't really blame the guy for being ingenious enough to use whatever real estate he has available to pull in a few extra dollars and -- with a mug and (presuambly) an ass like that -- certainly a few new fans.
After defeating Gael Monfils last night at the US Open, a shirtless Rafael Nadal was greeted by a male fan who charged onto the court looking to give the tennis champ a congratulatory kiss. The man was quickly apprehended and arrested but Nadal didn't see what all the fuss was about. "For me it wasn’t a problem," he remarked. "The guy was really nice. He was a great fan. He said, ‘I love you,’ and he kiss me.”
Since it's doubtful that you're up on all the sports/Olympic training news (who really has the time or the dedication to stay briefed on that kind of stuff in the off-season?), you probably didn't know that America's own superhero, Michael Phelps, just broke another world record. The swimmer with the body of a Greek God chatted with Conan O'Brien last night, unfortunately with shirt and pants intact.
For your fantasy needs, check out the vid as he discusses why he kept fellow hottie Ian Crocker's picture by his bed. And yeah, I admit it, I'm more than a little jealous that Conan gets to compare wingspans with him...
James Franco has more going for him than his status as one of Hollywood's leading heartthrobs. He's currently enrolled at two of the country's most prestigious graduate schools -- NYU and Columbia -- where he's getting his MFAs in filmmaking and creative writing. The actor recently combined his two artistic loves when he wrote and directed his first student film, The Feast Of Stephen, which screened at CineVegaas 2009. An adaptation of the poem of the same name by queer poet Anthony Hecht, the movie finds Franco, once again, tackling queer subject matter.
The short film stars Remy Germinario, in his screen debut, as Stephen, a teenager watching a pick-up basketball game in New York City. According to Movieline.com,
"The only score Stephen is keeping is the number of shirtless hunks
dribbling, sweating and writhing on the court. One mop-topped stud in
particular has all the moves, nudging Stephen’s daydream into the more
erotic realm of naked boys playing hoops -- in slow-motion, natch, and
suddenly transported to a wooded glen where society’s referees won’t
blow a whistle on their hard fouls."
From there, Stephen finds himself in a park where the basketball players are engaged in pummeling him and he meets "the sustained brutality of fists, elbows, knees and blood." Franco pulls this off "with chests,
thighs and asses pressed tight in various permutations, infusing the
violence with the poem’s more visceral sense of ecstasy." The film ends with Stephen's face smeared with feces and Movieline.com claims "however demeaning and/or gang-rapey it might be ... the literally
shit-eating grin he shares with the audience at the end suggests that
even the most horrendous intimacy is better than none at all." Having done Milk, this film, and gearing up to star as queer poet Allan Ginsberg in the near future, if we didn't know better we'd say Franco is trying to tell us something.
I've never been a fan of air guitar -- either playing it or watching someone else do it. There's something a little too self-conscious (and at the same time oblivious) -- not to mention geeky -- about it for me to really be able to just let go and pretend that I'm playing an instrument that I don't play -- much less an instrument that's not even really there.
But air sex on the other hand, now there's an American pastime I could get into. And lucky for me, flocks of horny, attention starved hipsters are swarming venues across this fine land to simulate doing the dirty with an imaginary partner.
Here are the simple, easy-to-follow rules:
Time: Contestants have a maximum of 2 minutes to
perform an air sex routine. This can include all phases of an air sex
encounter: meeting, seduction, foreplay and intercourse, or you can
simply cut to the chase.
Music: Competitors must perform to music, you can
either bring a CD of your performance track with you, or you can choose
from our selection of air sex music. You may also include an audio
prelude to your performance, maximum of 30 seconds.
Other Rules: Unlike air guitar, there are not
many other rules. Props are allowed, teams are allowed, talking is
allowed. The only important rule is that all sexual climaxes must be
simulated, not real.
If you want to give it a go, check out the Air Sex Championship site to find out when the mock humpfest will be inserting itself (but not really) into your city.
If you haven't been paying attention to the latest crop of NFL draft picks, now might be a good time to start. Let's begin with Mark Sanchez. The recent USC grad, "already the Jets’ most celebrated quarterback prospect since Joe Namath," (whatever that means) channels his inner David Hasselhoff in GQ's June issue.
The spread, as the Times reports, has caused no small amount of stir in the training camp locker room:
"Sanchez’s brief but shirtless stroll Thursday drew a round of
catcalls. Nose tackle Kris Jenkins suggested a male model walk-off,
like the scene from the movie “Zoolander,” between Sanchez and Kerry
Rhodes, the safety who has been nicknamed Hollywood by his teammates.“
We need to determine the prettiest male in this locker room,” Jenkins said."
Easy there, Jenkins! You just play the football, and leave the rest to the experts.
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